***THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS!!!***

I was riding,yes I ride.
In a city like Bangalore ,riding is not as much fun! :/
There is dust,there is smoke,continuous honks around and
a never ending traffic. :,(
This got me thinking as to What is happening??Where am I??
What are all of us doing here??
People around seem irritated!
They are just waiting to blast at someone.
Slang's come easily here to everyone :P
Again at the end of it,the question resonates.
WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE??
Some are on their way back home from work.
Some are rushing to work.
And the very reason we work is to earn a living.
To eat and have a decent shelter above our heads.
Well at least it started that way :P

If it had remained that, you bet this place would have been better.
But,everyone wants more you see!
Food? nope,a delicacy everyday.
Home? no,a bungalow if possible!
Car? Sob!When can I get an Audi! :O
And where have we landed?
A baby in the house who has no parents,but a maid to take care of!
Old parents who are taken care using the private nurses!
Servant in the house just to cook 2 meals a day for a family comprising of 2 people :O
Tuition classes in order to teach the kids how to learn!
How worse can it get people??
Why is  money doing all the job?? Why is it everything?
Gone are those days where there were shoulders and not phones to console each other.
Laughter's were real unlike the smilies on messages or internet!
Small earning but a lot of precious time for your loved ones :)
Population has exploded, but very little HUMAN BEINGS alive!(I mean it)
Please,join hands,not much effort needed,we just need to go back to where we started!
Go back to being the best god's creation on earth,being a 'HUMAN' :) :)

-Moulya Bangera
(17/8/2014 11.50pm)

The shout out!!

Have been shouting!
Crying my heart out!!
In between the billions around me in this world.
Have been begging for help at times!!
Have been trying to make people understand.
Some did stand there for a while,
till they finished their business there!
Then moved away like another stranger around.

I Stood there helpless ,
Looked for a miracle to approach and never leave ever!
But the noise of the linch mob was so loud,
that my voice was never heard!!
It died beneath the cracks of the ground.
Far from being rescued....



Moulya Bangera
1.33 a.m
(None of my blogs are based on my life happenings! they are just thought of and put down!! :) )

Experience at the passport office..

        Yesterday as per the appointment given,I had to visit the passport office to submit the documents and get it done asap.

Well there I reach 45 mnts early as planned considering the Bangalore traffic on the way.

There I finally park my vehicle after changing 3 locations where I tried inserting it and sneaking out of there :P.

       Entering the office reminded me of the CET counselling I had attended in order to get placed in the best of the colleges (:P).

     Realized that India of course had no scarcity of people. ;)

     Went everywhere where ever the queue went (any queue in fact ) now that's the fate of the ignorant :P .

Then used my brains and settled in a seat finally till my batch was called.

     Well making friends for me never was a rocket science ,was hence proved during this process as well.

2 sweet ladies indeed were nice and equally lost there.So, finally we had company after long and coincidentally were of the same batch.

     When my batch was called, we got our breath's back and that queue led us to an enquiery  desk who did the primary round of segregation and provided us with the tokens and sent us to the 'A' counter.

     Since I am new to this, I thought this is the only counter to be visited.There was a lady who checked my documents and moved me to the round ' B'.

      Now came the test for patience; for my luck , it was their lunch time which further delayed the process by an hour.

      Hungry me who had a seat before, rushed in search of some food now.Food indeed tasted good (realised how hungry I was :P ), had a coffee to charge myself again and left for the second battle.The time spent there wasn't boring as one of my new friend's kept me busy listening to her.

     Now it was time for my token to flash, my friend had left as her turn had arrived. Here I became the help desk for the others, guiding them what had to be done( as I knew how it was to be there for the first time).

      Finally my prayer is heard and I am given the cubicle B2.

      I reach there to see a serious middle aged man who smiled half when he looked at me from his counter., he took the documents from my hand.

      Now I had already started dreaming about the bliss when I am successfully done with the entire process and getting out of there with peace.It felt like a balloon which was about to burst.

      His eyes reduced in size giving way to the thought process, he glanced through the documents with no satisfaction displayed.

      Like a nightmare I heard his loud voice telling me that the docs weren't enough.

      Time for my test of taking things light, tried convincing him, but, was out of my scope this time.There I stood up telling thanks to him with a smile and walked towards the exit trying to look like everything was fine.

       Waved at my friend  there ,telling I got to leave and within felt relaxed that there was a soul which was disappointed to see me go half way.

        On the way I thought about the rules we follow.The problem was always caused to the innocent where as ,the terrorists (knowing the loop holes of our system)would have MORE THAN A 10 PASSPORTS WITH DIFFERENT NAMES IF THEY WANT TO IN NO TIME .

         Here I was who wasn't even thinking of anything disturbing , but was thinking of having a better identity proof and was made to walk out empty handed.

         Realized that may be this is how every system works these days, the innocent is punished where as the criminals live their life's.

The 4 hour wait made me look at the world clearer this time !!!

Politics!!

Politics Politics everywhere!!
People's difficulties who will care,
How much can this society bare
Lets see how many will try to dare ;)



Moulya Bangera ;)

Luck out of destiny!

Destiny is the light at the end of the canal,
Reaching there is a compulsion.
you prefer it or refrain from it.
The goal is fixed,yet such a secret.

Luck is the lamp you come across in your journey,
the flame lasts for a short while,
Make the best out of the blessing While!!!
Else make the most of your potential
believe it or not it can create a revolution.



Moulya Bangera ;)

Everything looks like a lie

I lye down and look at the ceiling,
plain white it looks with some dust here and there,
Making you transform your imagination into a vision
Thinking of the meaning of life all over again.
So many questions which remains unanswered at the end of it.
Everything looks so meaning less.
Don't know if this is the right road to follow,
Is this the right destiny of life?
Or am I just another animal running around the same boundary
 without trying to jump the fence??
Alone I lye here gazing over the empty space,
Wondering why everything looks like a lie,
And no one ever gave a thought but went forward to rely !! why? why?


Moulya Bangera ;)
(5/Jan/2014)