The Crackpot Prophecy

Well, here is a chain of thoughts which had entered my mind I-don't-know when and it sounds completely insane even to me. At times I feel it is like a prophetic voice telling this to me, at times I feel it emerged out of a game-theoretic strategic forecasting that I did for a term-paper and at times, it is like the circle of insanity has completed.
For the simple reason of not having any basis or corroborative proof of whatever I am going to write down here, I have resisted the idea from coming out of my diary. But I guess, there are times when the insanity supersedes the rationality of this professor homo economicus. So here it goes - read it at your own risk.

1. Manmohan Singh will not see the dawn of 2013 as the prime minister of India. I don't know why or how but he'll not. 
2. Rahul Gandhi will never become the prime minister of India and so will be the case any other Gandhi for very long.
3. Narendra Modi will never become the leader of Bhartiya Janta Party as a whole. Although it may be like Indira Gandhi's Congress (Indira) to Indian National Congress. 
4. 2012 will, indeed, be the end of world but end of the world as we know it. The year will change the world for ever and for better.
5. China eventually (by the end of 2012) will form an 'open' alliance will islamic nations against India, Israel, Japan, and western powers (USA and EU in particular).
6. There will be a war between Sino-islamic alliance and Hindu-Jew-Christian alliance, divided on these lines only. That will be the end of many nations and the world order as we know it. 
7. India will fall briefly to China and will resurrect under a leader, who will be a radical, staunch Indian, and will lead the nation to the days of ancient glory. I have no idea who this one could be but sometimes I feel like it could be a completely new face or Narendra Modi. In either case, he will start his campaign from western UP or Karnataka - perhaps Udupi.
8. China will finally fall to India, aided by an internal revolt from Chinese people and perhaps an islamic back-stab.
9. One continent will be completely gone by the end of this war and most probably, that would be north America.
10. And there is something more stuck inside my head but that will take another round of crack.

Now, don't blame me for going cuckoo. You asked for it.

Hope and Children

Only reason I see 

hope and happiness 

in this idiot world -

Children :)

Just talk to a child

play with her

or do nothing 

but observe

and you'll see

why the world again 

becomes full of hope!!

And that is why, 

to survive this idiot world, 

I never miss a chance

to be with children....

whether they are my sister's kids :)

Or my friend's new born 

 

or a friend's playful child

or children from a deaf-n-dumb orphanage in Jaipur 

They are always curious, 

innocent, 

and full of joy!

:)

Holi हो ली

Played Holi after 15 years... last time, I played was during class 10th boards in 1997. Those were the days when we started preparing at least a week in advance - colors, balloons, equipments, routes to cover, and plans of painting the town in every color. And then, on the Holi day, the day used to begin at six in the morning with colors and went on for hours, at least till the time Mom has called several times for lunch. And in between, Chowk, Raja Bazar, and several other areas over few miles were easily covered on foot. Then, the cleaning and bathing used to take at least an hour, that too after a lot of preliminary cleaning with dry clothes and 'ubtan', a paste of gram-flour, curd, and turmeric.

Today, it started at 11 and ended before 12.30, with only dry colors in between. Bathing took 20 minutes without much efforts. There wasn't anyone to call off playing and despite that, I felt like ending up it sooner than later.

Everyone grows and grows up with time but some grow older much before their time. Here is one more Peter Pan, who grew up too fast, too soon, too much. This reminds me of a free verse - nazm:

एक छोटा-सा लड़का था मैं जिन दिनों
एक मेले में पहुँचा हुमकता हुआ
जी मचलता था एक-एक शै पर मगर
जेब खाली थी कुछ मोल ले न सका
लौट आया लिए हसरतें सैकड़ों
एक छोटा-सा लड़का था मैं जिन दिनों

खै़र महरूमियों के वो दिन तो गए
आज मेला लगा है इसी शान से
आज चाहूँ तो इक-इक दुकां मोल लूँ
आज चाहूं तो सारा जहां मोल लूँ
नारसाई का जी में है धड़का कहाँ ?
पर वो छोटा-सा अल्हड़-सा लड़का कहाँ ?

- इब्न-ए-इंशा