Gag bag

A man can be judged by the sock he wears. (Or then, he just might be having a bad sock day)

Everything down to the last cuff link may be awesome, shiny and well kept. But somehow, people tend to ignore the one little thing that mars them, which makes them human again, and which brings out the real self in them. Its a wonder as to how people don't take care of it, inspite of knowing it all along. But then you can never hide your real self can you? And its the sock that give you away! :)
I don't need to write long long paragraphs for this. Just fold up your denims to know yourself :)

There was this terrorist guy named Kasab,
Whose mind plotted to blow everything but Arab,
His mind brainwashed,
And the Indian government masked,
They sure look as if they might soon feed him Seekh Kabab.

Something so pure,
like the look a mother has on seeing her baby?
Or the (lies) promises made by one,
to keep the lover 10000 miles apart on her feet?
Is it piercing your chest with needles to write her name?
blood oozing, pain searing, face wincing,
Or a soft tender peck planted,
no violence, no pain, just taking you to the edge of your seat.

Is it saying out loud, with a ring worth a gazillion,
in front of a crowd of 6 billion witnesses, like a prince?
Or just that sly wink,
so sneaky, not another soul in it.
Is it taking her out on a rich dinner,
wine and dessert and all?
Or the dry bread a dog steals,
for her puppies to get their daily bit.

Is it at first sight?
ignorant, foolish, blind, unquestioned?
Or the many questions answered by a girls father,
so that he can get his daughter married?
Is it trustworthy?
Like the aging 90 year old couple still in wedlock?
Or is it ever changing?
Cause who has the control over the feelings carried?

Is it for eternity?
Like the patriot whose name is etched on the walls of the struggle?
Or is it just in the moment?
Like so many claim on the morning after.
Does it have to have a name?
marriage, baby, affair, or just a Friday night?
Or can it be anonymous?
with no recollection whatsoever, and which doesn’t even matter, right?

Does it have to be between two?
a sport, a lover, a fighter?
Or is it more complicated,
triangle, family, religion, country, friends?
Can it just be with the animate?
Hearts beating, minds talking, warmth flowing.
Or can it be with the lifeless,
like with Ben Franklin and the lightening.

So simple, so many forms, seen everywhere,
Yet one of the most complex feelings to ever define, even in sentences long.
No wonder many fall, stutter, stumble, fail,
while claiming they knew it so clearly all along.

Piwale tambus uun kovale pasare chaufera

Odha nei sone waate vahuniya duura

Zaadani kiti mukut ghatale dokis soneri

Kurnavar shetaat pasarala gulal chauferi

Hirve hirve gaar shet he sundar saliche

Zoke ghete kase chhukade hirve galiche

Soneri makhamali ruperi pankh kitikanche

Ranga kitiwar tarhetarheche indradhanushyache

Ashi achal fulpakhare fule saalit janu fulati

Saaliwar zopli janu ka palanyas zulati

Zulkan sulkan ikdun tikde kiti dusri udati

Hire manake pachu futuni pankhachi gargarti

Paha pakhare charoni hoti zadawar gola

Kuthe budala palikadil to sonyacha gola

Bha Ra Tambe

We hear about people getting grants. This is what we all say about those people! :)