Kubera Speaks

' Ae babu, aur kitna time lagega ?' shouted the waiter, asking him how much time will it take? It was almost 8pm and the Irani cafe was about to close. Robert was sitting and staring at the tea for way too long now. The fan made its slow creaky noise and the yellow mildly-dim lights added to the ambience. Coming to Bombay was one of his best decisions so far, he fell in love with the city the moment he saw it. The loud noise, the rush, the old ambience of the British era buildings, his favourite Irani Cafe and a lot of other things. Two months seemed like a lifetime for him and he was enjoying every moment, one of the reasons being that he spent most of his life in a small town in England, far from the busy city life. 'Bas do minute!' , he shouted back indicating that he shall leave in a couple of minutes. He quickly gulped down his tea, took his mawa cake and left for his house. Robert had taken up an internship at an NGO in Bombay. He had just graduated in Econom...

the stars abound, filling the sky. twinkling away, i wonder why. what is our significance? what is our aim? crying over losses, smiling over gains. are we alone? are we frail? The rain pounding along, along with some hail. I wonder at the sadness, why do we have to endure? I wonder at the happiness, why cant life forever? Here I lie, wondering through. slowly to life, bidding adieu.

Being in the final year of engineering I could not get more pissed off as I hear people talking about jobs almost 24x7 around me. Like seriously? We live in a culture in which hapiness in getting a job is so profound that everything else including but not limited to Entrepreneurship sounds meagre. Son (from a PCO or outside the room) : Hello Mom: Hello, haan beta... Kya hua? Son: Maa, TCS! Mom: Kya? (in shock) Son: Haan maan, TCS mein job mil gaya! Mom: Mera bachha! Jaldi aa gharpe (in tears) Like, seriously? This is the state of most of the youth(engineering) in India who get jobs in various MNC's. Those who don't, land up teaching or preparing for some damn kind of entrance exam (even I am doing so, but its justified).  Imagining an entrepreneur is just not possible! Have a look: Son (from anywhere): Hello Mom: Hello, haan beta... kidhar hai? Son: Maan office mein hoon, aaj 100th customer mila! Bohot jald.... (mom interrupts) Mom: Haan acha the...

Entangled I am. So ever entangled. The knots run deep, through family, through friends. I wonder at the grass, ever so straight. The rose petals, beautifully layered. Sea weeds, swaying gently. My hair is but, ever entangled. What makes life so complex? And yet I feel it so simple? Is it me or is it someone else? Playing games, mocking me? Why can't I clear the façade? Why can't anyone for that matter? Why is everyone, so, entangled? All I know is one thing, alas, no matter what--I break the glass. If you look deep enough. You find order in chaos. And then comes that time, when everything shines. No longer are you bound by anything, when the curls set free, you are still but entangled. Not by illusion, but by life!

Heavenly Father,  What did You think?  What did You perceive?  The silence foregone?  Starlight peeking!  I gaze up at the Heavens,  wonder at Thy creation! I gaze inside,  wonder of Thy restrictions!  All quest; All die.  All strive; All fail.  One simple truth,  Clear as the dew,  Cool as the glacier.  He is me, and I am Him.  You are me, and I am You.  Separated by realms,  one for Eternity.  Love--the question.  Love--the answer.