Wings till Eternity!


Everybody has wings to fly.

Life’s not cruel, When I smile often,
& it brings peace, When assumptions don’t happen,
If not the glow of a saint then neither the sorrow of a demon,
This ephemeral journey has only taught me to be human.
But, It wasn’t always such a battle!

There was a time when my giggles were cherished,
& the darkness all around would love to perish,
Through my window on the great white world,
My eyes would learn to imagine & draw,
A holy temple where my heart stayed raw.

To feel safe at night, I’d ask Mom to be around,
& I’d hug my pillow on every weird sound,
Yet, I won’t sleep until I’m sure,
of my angels to be there in my dreams,
to go on an Ebullient journey of adventure & screams.

Those green toads in the month of July,
Singing along with the birds all set to fly,
As messengers of the mighty ‘Thor’
I would know it’s that time of the week,
When the rain drops & I played Hide & Seek.

I remember that girl from the neighborhood,
the one whom I’d marry if I ever would,
All the roses of my garden I plucked & proposed,
Felt so happy that day I dared to dance,
The Eyes that I stalked met mine by chance.

The battle started with my first thought,
to change myself to fit in the slot,
A mistake we all are destined with,
& the chaos of a decadent life began,
Fatigued morals leading to plagued plans.

The temple I abandoned is now someone’s home,
& the rain drops took form of the tears,
My angels were hunted down within myself,
So the roses in my garden crumbled with fear,
As I stood alone with my artificial emotions.

Today when I sit back & rewind my innocence,
All I search for is that magical sense,
that I possessed as my lucky charm,
Looking at the birds again in the sky, I realize
I have wings till eternity, I just need to fly.

Insidious Streets – The Joker


It moved with the shadows, with the chair, with the lamps but when I looked around, there was nothing.


Being a kid I was told to stay away from the dark & I always wondered why? I was always petrified about there being a monster under my bed. I was a curious kid & I always had a mixed confluence of fear & bravery. My fear was real but bravery was fake. To be very honest, I only wanted to know about the dark. Ranging from a little black kitty to furious demented demons, I had each one of them hammering my mind with restlessness. Who are they? What can they do? Do they have huge hands? Would I be able to compete with them? What do I do if they are invisible? All such queries troubled my brain as soon as the dark prevailed.

Be it Hollywood fiction or cartoon network fun episodes like The Shining, Harry Potter, Opt Mirrors or Scooby Doo, they all somehow illustrated the dream I often saw while sleeping. The dream was “There is a monster under my bed or inside the closet”. Time kept on flowing like a river & so did my age. I often scared my brother & sister or even my mother by hiding inside the closet or just lurking in the dark wearing a black blanket. It was the idea of darkness that kept in satisfied over years. It was my belief that one day I am going to find one of them.

It’s the best thing about time that the memories & moments we create fade over the years. Some stay but we tend to forget them in order to create new ones. I grew up to understand that everything that they show in great, spine chilling movies is pure hogwash, but what I could not forget was the monster. It Stayed.

Did he stay back under the bed? Did he find himself a corner inside the closet or did he move to the attic and stayed there since?
The monster continued to trouble me. It would creep up on me randomly, shocking me, and shocking people around me. I kept checking in the cupboard, under the bed and attic till one day I saw Christopher Nolan’s classic “The dark knight”.
“The Joker” (One idea who will never die) said: We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us.
Joker for the most part is written by people who read comics, not people who have a college degree in Psychology.
Ledger’s Joker was a personification of disregard and chaos. His primary goal seems to be to prove that people, in dire situations, are just as sick and horrible as he is.
The chaos in our lives compel us to act as maniacs / insane. Looking and reading about all the thefts, murders, muggings make one feel sick. The times we live in, the situations we go through compel us to cross the so called line of sanity. We often end up doing something that one would not have done in an utopian world. Even if our actions do not convey our feelings, our thoughts clog up our brain.
Since sanity is a state of mind, isn’t it only appropriate to judge minds as sane or insane rather than actions? Actions are simply a result of things and I think describing them in terms of emotions or logic is a metaphor/slang means of personifying whoever is doing them.
 Insanity isn’t the absence of rational thinking. It’s.. a very broad term for irrational behavior.
This brings me back to THE DARK KNIGHT….This film is really about the Joker. We’re lured in to his world, where we learn what he’s capable of and what he cares about—what motivates him. Learning more about him is like watching a car accident unfold, but worse and more frightening, because it feels like you might be hit next. Nolan’s incarnation of the Joker, and Batman’s reactions to him, seem so real that The Dark Knight doesn’t feel like a superhero movie, but like a documentary on the emergence of a terrorist-cum-serial killer.I was repeatedly struck by the Joker’s cleverness and restraint: He planned three simultaneous murders, Godfather style. That takes extraordinary planning abilities, meticulous attention to detail, and the ability to defer gratification Sounds like anyone else in the movie – like Batman? This Joker is neither impulsive nor capricious, although he may appear that way at first blush. Just as with Batman, the Joker’s actions are designed to create a particular impression, an impression that puts his adversaries at a disadvantage: that he’s weird and unpredictable. That you never know how far he’ll push something, so take him seriously. This, too, is part of the impression that Batman tries to create. But the Joker’s got Batman’s number because he knows that Batman isn’t entirely unpredictable—Batman lives within certain self-imposed and societally-imposed rules. Because of those rules, Batman becomes predictable…at least to the Joker. Two men with similar talents, but in the Joker’s case, his talents are used to create anarchy for his own amusement.
As a movie buff, I would like to cheer for Joker, but as a societal creature, my moralities do not let me root or cheer for the Joker.
We are sociopathics – who know right or wrong, but simply do not care whereas the Joker is a psychopath who is born with temperamental differences such as impulsivity and fearlessness that leads him to risk-seeking behavior and an inability to internalize social norms.
This blog started as a note or journey into our own self, but ended up as a pseudo thesis on the Joker.
My thoughts were muddled while writing this piece, just like Joker’s actions.
Nonetheless, let me know what you feel.
Why so serious?