Now and Anon

Found a flimsy breath to hold on,
In a shell of flesh and bone.
As moments to months changed,
Life’s bent on being avenged.
Found a flimsy breath to hold on,
Oh, the time now and anon.

Words and wisdom stumbled upon,
But the essence of it all was gone.
Trying to fit in though a stranger I be,
Hugging chains instead of staying free.
Words and wisdom stumbled upon,
Oh, the time now and anon.

Time will be as it was anon

A Death Note

At times, I just wish to die,
As if the Maker crashed my genetic die,
I am no human, for my errors are many,
My follies hazard a pound a penny,
I have fallen so utterly low,
Even the Fallen One would to me, bow,
The irony so harsh, of despicable me,
Chained am I, though was born free.

At times, I just wish to die,
As a beautiful life would do me shy,
Oft whilst I gaze the earth hard,
I know this clay wasn’t shaped by any bard,
I am, but a song unsung,
A silent alphabet far flung,
Oh, dear death, for you to be near,
Then of life, I’d have no fear.

At times, I just wish to die,
To be hanging from Death’s talons and fly,
While my blood rushes out of the deep scars,
May it add more gore to the wars,
I haven’t ever killed in the name of any joke,
But my hatred’s the same, to the darkest stroke,
Joy is a feeling that’s forsaken me,
For its hidden torment do I now see.

At times, I just wish to die,
For all things good, there could be no less fie,
In the end, it all hits the books,
The riches, the appeal, the hypocrisy, the looks,
All feelings are tainted now,
But were they so always, and I wonder how,
At times, I just wish to die,
Not because Death is the truest and most high,
But it’s the least tainted, and inching nigh…

A Hope for Heaven

A hope for heaven, a hope within another,
Wishful and innocent, without a bother.
While on timeless tides of feelings we trudge,
And gusts of thoughts make us more than budge.
All efforts in vain, all ideas turned brazen,
Still a hope breathes, a hope for heaven.

Twisted have our hearts, minds contorted,
As desires delve depravity, dreams get distorted.
Every deed done is sullied in utter shame,
Still we try to clean the smudges with capricious fame.
Devils personified in every devious maven,
Still a lust, a hope for heaven.

We still hope..

An Object but More…

As I pass a desolate corner, and a mirror broken do I spot,
My reflection, contorted, I note in ways many than a lot.
The broken shards beside, twinkling beams to and fro,
Remind me of the love, shattered, ere which used to flow.

An old chandelier in ruins lying do I see,
Now dusty, downtrodden, ’twas as glorious as me.
Its beads akin to drops of pearly tears,
Make me sad, as to a time past, my memory veers.

I feel the pain of a favourite toy, which it is now no more,
A heart spurned, does now implore.

Steps further a broken faucet I encounter,
Once pouring life, but like me does it now falter.
Its stained body dulling the paint it once shone,
I’m now as slurred as it, to my very bone.

A once choice painting, all faded, ridden by moss,
Make me recall all of my loss.
When with colours I had your life made vivid,
Little did I know you’d turn out to be tepid.

I feel the anguish of a worshipped verse, now no more,
A heart spurned, does now implore.

As a lifeless object do I dwell in here,
Hoping your glance could ever come clear.
You seem to consider I will always be there,
But even objects have a lifespan, dear.

I’ll be gone..

Despise every draught of elixir heavenly, parched lips of mine,
I begin to hate every thought, all existence of thine.
Poison is what the heart desires ardent,
Molten metal from hellish pits make my soul a servant.
The blood within feels a surge too weighted,
I long for the air, so light and diluted.
Away from all, shall I drift further and on,
Look for me, and I shall be long gone.

More to go on..

To be and to be Free…

I tread and fall, walk and stumble,
With every hurt, gaining experience subtle.

But it seems paths draw out way too far,
As stupidity of men is infinite beyond par.

I fear lest by the time I have journeyed,
Less flesh, more wounds and wisdom trifle would I have carried.

Kith and kin, no class apart,
Strangers I meet and unknown I depart.

An inkling of cognition fights to survive,
Whilst from an ocean of ignorance, it tries itself to derive.

A sole soul have I been, so shall I be,
From bonds, ties and relations, free,
My only strike at ultimate glee,
Even from the so-called “freedom”, finally free.

Don’t cry, make it a shout!

Of late, I have come across many people who crib about how costly life is in Bangalore, what with the security deposits for residential buildings to the breakfast meal at a mentionable eatery. There are some things on which we practically can do nothing, until and unless the Indian economy improves. But we necessarily don’t have to wait for the (pervasive) Indian mentality to change.


I bet most of the people on my friend list are hooked to a daily dose of cold caffeine in the form of Pepsi, Coca Cola, Thums Up, while many would prefer the aerated flavours of Sprite, Mirinda, Limca and some fruity people would be avid consumers of Maaza, Frooti, Slice. Then there are people who require a drag of the good old smoke branded by ITC while others would prefer some international flavours in their lungs. Of course I’m not going to forget the weekend bash when friends and friends of friends come over. The time calls for rejoicing and some slaking with aged malts or fermented juices. For the clueless ones, I am referring to the plain and simple (sometimes sophisticated) alcohol.


Coming to why the topic has been put to paper, on countless occasions I have come across friends, acquaintances and strangers who have struck up a conversation on (mostly) these aforementioned commodities being charged more than the MRP. So, I decided to look for a solution (I know, some of you are giggling). I was all set for a night of coffee shots and weary eyes. But to my surprise, I found sources of information already listed in the top 10 results of a simple Google search. The exact terms that I searched for were – “Rates exceeding MRP“. Voila! I was directed to a few links on Times of India, The Hindu and few other e-papers and after scuttling through the same, I found something of a Holy Grail for us stricken souls. Ministry of Consumer Affairs, Food and Distribution.


Owing to the ease with which I’d found it, I surmised that getting a choice login id for making a Consumer Complaint would be hard. Imagine my surprise when I found myself to be the 3000-something visitor to the page! So many suffering and so less actually seek the cure?


Down to the rules and regulations now.


Rule 6(1)(e) of the Legal Metrology (Packaged Commodities) Rules mandate that on every package meant for retail sale is mentioned the retail sale price. Rule 2(m) defines “retail sale price” as the maximum price at which the commodity may be sold to the ultimate consumer and the price shall be printed in the form of the MRP that is inclusive of all taxes.

Rule 18(5) also says that no wholesale dealer or retailer shall obliterate, smudge or alter the retail sale price indicated by the manufacturer or the packer or the importer.

The most important one. Rule 18(2) says, “No retail dealer or other person including manufacturer, packer, importer and wholesale dealer shall make any sale of any commodity in packed form at a price exceeding the retail sale price thereof.”


Thus, selling at a price higher than the MRP is a clear violation of the Packaged Commodities Rules and because the state governments enforce the rules, a consumer has to complain to the Department of Legal Metrology. The penalty for the same, as far as I know, is around Rs. 2000. One can seek refuge under the Consumer Protection Act too, but you have to have a proper bill. State governments of AP and Maharashtra have even got toll-free lines for consumers to complain on these aspects.


All the above are of course, for retailers, excluding restaurants. For them, I’ll try and touch base in another article or note. But the important thing to note is, the more the number of complaints, the more frequent they are, the sooner everyone will stop making a sour face while shelling out two extra bucks for a “cold” soft drink. The next weekend that arrives, remember that every bottle of beer is going to go out of your wallet. An extra 30 bucks on every of those could easily have paid for a pack of fritters or smokes. Think about it.


The link again - Ministry of Consumer Affairs, Food and Distribution or you can go directly to Department of Consumer Affairs


There are helpful links on RTI on that page too, for a quick reference. It’s time to stop crying and start shouting!