Experience : Now walking down to office

So, I finally started walking down to office. It takes me 20 minutes instead of 15 minutes on bike. Am I wasting my time? 5 minutes, it’s hardly matters. Am I tiring myself? No. Am I less pissed off because of the lack of the infrastructure against the taxes paid to the government, or because I missed the green light just by a second, or because its boring to spend time by looking at the down counter timer, or because of 3 traffic light signals within a mere distance of 1 Km, or because most of the people walking on the road never realized that footpath is made for them, or because whole traffic is moving at a speed of Dabba-wala’s two-tire haath-gaadi as there is no space for over taking, or because I have to wear helmet even though the maximum speed possible is 20Kmph, or because PUC issues fake pollution certificates for just 10 bucks extra, or because of the over use of vehicle horns and less use of condoms in India? Yes, I am.

-jas

Poem : Patience

She tested my patience.
I failed.

-jas

Experience : War

Even fought a war? Or ever witnessed it? How does it feel between the loud noises of guns and bombs where you can only differentiate which side made that sound - you or them? How does it feel when you are so uncertain about your death? At any moment you can be blown into pieces before you come to know that you don’t exist anymore. But a war inside the head is even worse. A continuous fight between two beings is a real pain, and unfortunately both of them are a part of you only – may be independent or may be overlapping. And in that utter chaos you hear the sounds louder, sharper and more terrifying than any gun or bomb present today. You don’t know which side made that sound and why because you don’t know on which side you are and what you are? And you feel that your head will burst with such a great force that its pieces will spread in whole universe. You are glad that at least now you are thinking big. But nothing will happen to your body except some contortions in the stomach – how interesting. Being in a battlefield is less bad than the battlefield in you. If you die in the battlefield, you might get a medal, you have a reason to fight, you have a reason to die or may be a reason to live and most importantly you know who your enemy is.

-jas

Poem : The imperfect wall

I was staring at the wall
of my room, continuously.
Thinking how imperfect it looks
if you look closely.

Visible multiple layers of the paints
And from different angles you can see different shades.
Moreover, the wall is not that smooth
and I think it’s a bit tilted towards the room.

And then I found
four black dots on the wall.
The more I saw, more I found
- How ugly is the wall of my room.

I asked my friend to look at the wall
who one fine day came to meet me.
Staring it with a smile and his pleasant mood,
He said “Well, it looks good.”

-jasdeep mandia

Poem : For so many days

I am strained

for so many days.

I am feeling a pain

for so many days.

Mars is not going great with the Venus

for so many days.

I am carrying some onus

for so many days.

I am not being happy

for so many days.

I am not keeping myself happy

for so many days.

So, I cried

after so many days.

I felt a bit better

after so many days.

-jas

Poem : Fun part of my life

You always said the same line-
“One day I will leave you”.
You were my life line
And I never believed you.

I remember that evening,
You didn’t say that line.
I thought you were acting funny,
So, I didn’t follow you – this time.

Now, even if we want
You can’t come back to me.
It's a bit funny and a bit sad.
But sweetheart, you should have told me!!

-Jas Mandia

Roti, Kapda, Makaan aur Mobile. Gaadi bhi?

Gone are those days when Roti, Kapda aur Makaan (food, cloth and shelter) were the only basic necessities. Last ten years has marked significant changes in the life style of an average Indian and even below average Indian. Think of a man who somehow got isolated from this world 10 years from now and suddenly he returns today. For him, suddenly everybody has a mobile phone and a major portion of the society is capable of owning a car and planning to buy one.

Is mobile no more a luxury item? No, now it is a basic necessity. Is car no more a luxury vehicle? Don’t know, let’s see. 10 years back or may be even earlier, car used to be a status symbol which was meant only for the high class. Because of the stiff competition between national and international automobile companies and better banking services; now a middle class Indian is capable enough to buy a car. Story and journey of mobile phones is more successful and has reached greater heights. We have basic mobile sets starting from Rs 800 to web-enabled mobile sets with audio-video playing and capturing facilities which costs up to 40,000 Rs. A mobile set for everyone in the society and that’s why mobile phone shifted from luxury item zone to basic necessity zone. It’s wonderful to see how the mobile and mobile services have connected everybody irrespective of the bank balance. Credit goes to the visionaries.

But the change in the lifestyle is so fast that it’s been difficult for most of the Indians to acknowledge it. Like, soon after the successful launch of Tata’s Nano demo car, my mailbox was full with mails mocking the 1 Lac dream car. Cartoon strips of a man asking for Nano car in exchange for a scooter, a kid preferring Nano car for a toy car, house maid coming by car and much more were flooded on the internet. I saw insecurity in the talks of the people who still think that car belongs to upper middle class. Sorry, my dear friends, it does not. Soon, car will be a basic necessity. We are on the right track and trust me, we are not riding fast. After all, we are incredible and unstoppable Indians.

-Jasdeep Mandia

Poem: I wonder

I wonder

I love your face
and your curves.
Why are you so beautiful?
- I wonder.

I love your non-stop talks
and the innocence imbibed in it.
Why you talk so sweetly?
- I wonder.

I love the way you dress,
your walk and the way you carry yourself.
Why are you so attractive?
- I wonder.

I love the way you hug me,
and so much you trust me.
Why we feel so close?
- I wonder.

I love your touch.
Like a silk cloth you are.
Why are you so sensuous?
- I wonder.

I love the way you love me
and the way you kiss me.
Why you love me?
- I wonder.

Last year, I wrote these lines for you.
And I am not sure if you have changed.
Why I loved you so much?
- I wonder.


-Jasdeep Mandia