Rehna tu, hai jaisa tu

Thoda sa dard tu, thoda sukoon

Rehna tu, hai jaisa tu Dhima dhima jhonka ya phir junoon

Thoda sa resham tu humdam, thoda sa khurdura Kabhi to ad jaa, ya lad jaa, ya khushboo se bhara Tujhe badalna na chaahoon, ratti bhar bhi sanam Bina sajaawat milaawat, na zyaada na hi kam Tuhje chaahoon jaisa hai tu Mujhe teri baarish mein bhigna hai ghul jaana hai Tuhje chaahoon jaisa hai tu Mujhe tere lapat mein jalna raakh ho jaana hai Tu zakhm de agar, marham bhi aakar tu lagaaye Zakhm pe bhi mujh ko pyaar aaye Dariya o dariya, (dubne de mujhe dariya) Rehna tu, hai jaisa tu Thoda sa dard tu, thoda sukoon Rehna tu, hai jaisa tu Dhima dhima jhonka ya phir junoon Haath thaam chalana ho, toh dono ke daaye haath sang kaise? Ek daaya hoga ek baaya hoga Tham le, haath yeh thaam le, chalna hai sang thaam le Rehna tu, hai jaisa tu Thoda sa dard tu, thoda sukoon Rehna tu, hai jaisa tu Dhima dhima jhonka ya phir junoon

Thoda sa resham tu humdam, thoda sa khurdura Kabhi to ad jaa, ya lad jaa, ya khushboo se bhara Tujhe badalana na chaahono, ratti bhar bhi sanam Bina sajaawat milaawat, na zyaada na hi kam Tuhje chaahoon, jaisa hai tu Mujhe teri baarish mein bhigna hai ghuljaana hai Tuhje chaahoon, jaisa hai tu Mujhe tere lapat mein jalna raakh ho jaana hai!

24

Somewhere in middle of all randomness, a fickle-minded teenager is fascinated with life. A 12-13 year old, wondering about life and the general perception of an ultimate purpose. The defining moments of this marathon. And the uncertainty of it's much glorified climax. What did I want? I had no idea. All the surroundings suddenly shredded all its glitterati. The sole purpose seemed imaginary to the kid. The arduous continuity in mere living seemed listless. His banal confrontations with the rituals of the every-day-man and his rejections thrown back at him would make him crawl. The apathy and indifference would add to the disgust. The urgent need to add enthusiasm to his monotonous life was felt, which otherwise was tilting towards shaky forms of solace. There began a search for a way to pacify everything that was otherwise. The art of arbitration and seamless imagination was discovered. No better brainwave than to procreate! Who could ever outdo his enthusiasm and his excitement? Jinxed by it's own perfection, that also led to an arbit idea taking shape. It was accompanied with a simple obsession of the number 24. Motivated by the lack  of purpose.. the temptation to discontinue the vicious circle.. to fiddle with the process.. the excitement of testifying the redundancy thus uncovered.. a whim..
The idea was to stop - to end it all at 24 years, randomly. The idea revolved around a lot of positive energy and an incitement to all the frenzy and the dynamism that could exist. A whim that made no sense, but neither did anything else.

Now, coming of age, I look back and smile. Sometimes I laugh, at myself. But here's the misgiving. What do I want? I have no idea..

INNOCENCE

Let's go back to kindergarten when we loved one another, took only as much we needed, loved to share, when our friends were our only treasure, where imagination took us places, and we all believed in the "good".

JUST 17, JUST 27

17 YEARS. We all have been a 17-year-old once. We all know what extent we could stretch ourselves to. Yet most of us here confined ourselves within the self-established morality standards. I have been juvenile enough to steal candy from a shop, and not pay for a cola drink - at some age. That was irresponsible, yet we were aware of the damage. This man was too. He made his choice, stretched too far. 

27 MONTHS. That's the law. Justice. JJB was just and politically correct, shamefully. That Justice is balance is not true. Justice that ensures prevention of one second similar act must not be blind. They have to open their eyes and notice the subtle deviations in the mystics of human mind - something as vast as the universe in itself. The law must take a stand being highly dynamic and subjective rather than extracting pointers out of the objective penal codes. Let's not overrate balance and equality, the present day parameters for justice. This is not Man vs Man afterall. This is instinct vs righteousness.

27 months is a mockery at the most heinous of human acts. And that's a shame.