A cat named Nebula

Who is Nebula?
Nebula is not my pet inter-stellar dust whom I feed twice a day. Nebula is a cat. I named it so. Pity , it didn’t have say in what I called him. Nomenclature is always unfair. Totally. And, since the talk has transcended to totality, we must not ignore the futility of nomenclature in all its attempts of simplifying things. That is so, because there are so many things that can be named (most of them have been) and people do not remember all the names. So, they settle for a less apt substitute, if at all. What good?

Take Nebula for instance. It has been named so, because of all names running in my mind then, Nebula sounded super awesome. No reason. Intuition, may be some. The cat rests in our veranda . The house is south facing, an unparalleled luxury in winter for people in the Northern hemisphere. There is ample sunlight. The cat enjoys a share. We enjoy a share. We observe receding discomfort with each other as the countdown to spring is on the roll. After a week, the cat presumes being our pet when most permanent members of the house have not given it a thought yet.

To increase misunderstandings, the infamous and dubious INDIA TV infiltrated the minds of my parents. Their samvaddaata from some town: “Sai Baba entered a home in the form of a dog, the inmates domesticated it and a lady with back pain was cured“. Feeding a cat is much easier than a dog, and the cat won’t freak you out by barking either. So, feeding him once or twice was worth a go. How ,the hell, will the cat ever know the reason behind this heavenly behavior.

As always is the case with actions sans conviction, the enthusiasm plunged towards nullity. The cat began to outstay its welcome, it still is. It is usually kicked out of the house (veranda is shared though ... no issues there), and only fed when we repent the hospitality. Poor creature, will take a lot for him to understand the complexities associated with unsure love. But, it will handle it. It has the strength to carry on. Animals are far better off in that case. They do not have to think as they do not have to repent.

Nebula is a cat in a 100 square yard area of a colony, in a large town of India. Nebula is Nebula only for me. But Nebula is as nature made him. Unperturbed, unmodified, pure. There is serenity in its calls for love (that meow thing), there is austerity in its playfulness, there is a thought hidden in its blinding warm fur. It has wants,expectations but nothing to repent.

Nebula is a fragment of life. A lesson taught in the strangest of methods. A stone that must be put in the road for the journey. Nebula is an encounter with greatness latent within minuteness. Nebula if you ignore the nomenclature is for everyone. Nebula is not a cat only. It is your friend from the second street. It is that building that stood unnoticed for years. It is that dog, INDIA TV portrayed.

Nebula is not my pet cat, but we all kick it out of our homes.

A cat named Nebula

One Fine Bad Day

Stare at all I dismay,
Bless yourself with none.
Somebody played a bad trick,
Somebody told me it was fun.

Whom can I blame for this mess?
Whom I accuse this moral crime?
No winners for this call, are they?
Guess I am only one this time.

That of course led me to think,
When did I ever share the blame.
All the ills that bear roots in me
Belong to my personal hall of shame.

Why would a third be ever involved
In what stood between myself and me.
I believe, all I brood for now
Is because of the choices I least cared to see.

The options I held, I despised all,
But one I chose to lead me here.
Had I chosen righteous path
Would today be any less severe?

Only a fraction more I would say
Was this day worse than that.
Of all the world had to offer today,
Look at what I could extract.

One Fine Bad Day

रौशनी की खोज

ढूँढा था िकसीनेे रौशनी को,
जो आज हम दीये जलाएंगे।
ना ढूँढा, तो दीये है कहाँ!

कोसा था िकसीने ख़ुद को,
" क्यों अंधियारा है यहाँ ?"।
कुछ नये के इंतज़ार में है जहाँ।

रोका ना िकसीने ेउस िदन उसको,
जो वो अपनी खोज में िनकल सका।
नया नहीं तो दीये है कहाँ!

रौशनी की खोज

First Flight

Sorry. But it won't bring you back
that which you were supposed to have only once
Did they hurt you too bad, they usually do
They took away,didn't they, your only first chance.
They let you know the harshness, those bastards
They cut your wings at your highest flight.
They gifted you reality, oh!what good!?
They always choose the worse of good and right.
They made you afraid of clouds,poor bird.
Now you seek that metal cage to hide.
Don't fly away from yourself,tell me
Let the sun be your aim, me the guide.
Fly through me,let us be one.
Though they broke your faith besides those wings.
Let me build that faith,save it forever.
Let me be your sky,the song my bird sings.

First Flight

Numerologically se7en, Dunno when

A rude meet through satellite waves,

A chat begun on June's 3rd day.

No reason why they talked, but did

Their roads met the dot com way.

Thousand thoughts swirled the mind

none 'Adios','Aye', nor 'chao','ahoy'

Thousand possibilities, a billion more

An Indian Bandi and a Desi Boy.

The girl kept busy with life's struggles

The boy too proud to say he's alone

They had their reasons on June 2007

Too many reasons, little known.

A strange truce arose with the chats that came

No hand was raised, not that they were dumb.

They shared all that words can share

But none asked where those words came from.

Not a hint to say 'I knew that soul'

Besides few words on the Gmail log.

And of course the boy's pictures were shared

And they visited each others blog.

Wonders realized through the tamed mind

Not itching to lose what is hard to find

How many have your own Casper,

The Tooth-fairy, The Zoo, The Angels divine.

'We can be good friends', one of them said,

'if we meet.' through numeric tales.

That 'dunno when' meeting they fixed

is approaching the clouds at the speed of snails.

They talked with grace unharmed with time

They gave themselves to their Gtalk clone.

The girl grew deeper as he knew more

But the boy too proud to say he is alone.

Happy Birthday IS THROUGH ME!!

Numerologically se7en, Dunno when

Crowd Of The Sinking Progress

Atonement of paradise in unholy times.
At peace with disparity, we hide
The things of worth, bestowed to cherish
With the things of worth we decide.

Credentials of all we would like to claim
Perish with the fall of our lives.
The Speed is fast, the direction unchecked.
And fall we shall, stumble in precise.

I'm aboard the same boat, know it'll sink.
But I did not want to be left behind.
People always dread looking backwards alone.
But,in this crowd, what but loneliness did you find?

Crowd Of The Sinking Progress

A House That Stood Six Years

Through a wire that brings light,
I switch on the tube,wake up to realize,
I have cherished only hope for future.
No memory to adore, No past to despise.

I cannot possibly miss her,
What did I have, I repent losing?
Few pages make no library, I'm empty of you
But I can't ignore what your absence did bring.

Evident it is, I'm losing faith and hope.
Justified,say some, and justice too slow.
Not easy breaking what stood six years.
Whose walls I built, of foundation i do not know.

Patrons I have, whose faiths build through mine,
They realize the trembles, may have guessed a fall.
I am too weak to stand alone, a shame,
Broken and released, never again shall I build a wall.

A House That Stood Six Years