Thursday, 20 December 2012

The Bastard’s in Love.

As the bullets flew over their heads in the mucky trenches, he looked at John. The mud splatter mixed with remnants of the Captain’s brains, were on his shoe. The ground underneath shook with every bombshell that landed within fifty meters of them. He wished it would stop, but he knew it wouldn’t.

The sparse tree cover did little to shield him from the enemy’s fire. The trenches weren’t deep enough to stand and be covered. There were guts and limbs and stray chunks of some godforsaken heads lying around him. He just looked on at John.

John just kept firing, reloading and firing. They still did not know the enemy’s exact location.
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Their exact commands were – “Get to the trenches, locate enemy bunkers and wait for C – Company to relieve you.”

It had been seventeen hours and C – Company was still nowhere to be seen. Maybe they were just lost. Or worse, dead.

John had a twinkle in his eye as he fired at what he believed was the enemy. At that rate, his bullets would run out in a matter of minutes. And, that is what happened. When John realised the situation, he started laughing, picked up the Captain’s gun and kept firing.

As he looked on, he knew what was coming. The mud under his feet seemed to become slightly wetter. Even though he had no idea as to where the enemy was, he felt he was not shooting straight and true. His bullets just seemed to get wasted with every pull of the trigger.

That’s when he turned, looked at John one last time. He fired straight and true.

Just last night he had found out, the bastard was in love.

- Dhaval Shethia.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

(500) Days of Summer.

Yes, I saw that movie today. For the first time. I thought it was quite a nice film. The story that it told, aeh.

Here’s what I think, now, this may not be related to the movie at all, but, I’m writing this, so I can do whatever I want with it. I think the whole idea of love is possible. Very, very possible. Only as long as it is convenient to ALL those involved. It is probably one of the largest scams this world has to offer. Not even God, can come close to ‘Love’.

They say only ‘Love’ can replace God. Again, this the mindless bullshit that causes the non-productivity and feeling of utter helplessness among the masses. If you don’t get something, you go to God. When God fails you, there only salvage is ‘Love’.

I say scratch that. I say go get it. If you don’t, too bad. Try again, till you get it. If you never get it, then just bloody well face it. You’re just not good enough.

Try as you might, love will not fill your stomach.

- Dhaval Shethia.

Thursday, 20 September 2012

"What is dead may never die."

What is dead may never die.” the words of House Greyjoy. For those of you that haven’t read George R R Martin’s ‘A song of Ice and Fire’ series, it is a line from the book. Period.

All it takes is one word, a simple act, a minor reaction to end it all. Everything that you built from endless hours of labour. It is the easiest thing to lose it all.

Every time you make a mistake, you regret it later. Don’t. It seemed necessary at the time. If it did seem necessary, it must have been so. Regretting what you’ve done in the past is going to bring you nothing but grief. It is done.

It may seem to be an absolutely stupid thing now, but it wasn’t when you did it. When you did it, it was the best thing you could have done. So, why look upon it with sadness? It isn’t going to change things. Trust yourself.

Believe in yourself. Even when you were at your most impulsive, you had the power of reasoning. Albeit a little less, you still did. Trust that fact that you used that power. You will never be able to put yourself in the same situation.

The consequences of that action are the only things that are going to stick with you. They’re the only things left to remind you of what you did. If they make you feel bad, remember, you did it for a reason.

That reason may seem hazy to you know, just like the consequences of the action seemed then.

But, it is done. And, you will have to live with it. Might as well do it without regret.

“What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.”

-  Dhaval Shethia.

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Not A Writers’ Block

It’s been more than a month since I last wrote something. Well, something on the blog.

It has been quite a month. Many things have changed, new prospects have some up. I seem to have remained pretty much the same. Although, I’ve surprised myself with this post. I never imagined writing a post on my blog, where I’d be conversing with you.

It hasn’t rained much. Although I’m not a fan of the rains, I want it to rain. Just not when I’m out of the house.

This is not a writers’ block. It is only a temporary hiatus. Not caused by an emotion, just lack of time and will.

Something, I’d like to share, before I go. Somebody told my friend, that she was always happy because she left her sorrows at home. My friend said, that was a good thing but not the best thing, “Why leave your sorrows back at home? Instead, leave them back in time? That way, you never have to go back.”

I'll leave you with this. Where would you rather leave your sorrows? Back at a place where you can visit them, see where you went wrong and learn, or somewhere inaccessible?

- Dhaval Shethia.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

“You want to know what Heaven feels like? Try being God.”


The power of creation is the most mystical and beautiful one there is. It’s so simple yet so complex. One moment there is nothing and the other it all makes sense.

I wonder why it is so elusive. Maybe it’s because it is also a big responsibility. Immediately, you start thinking of SpidermanTM, “With great power, comes great responsibility.”

Are the powerful always responsible? It’s what everybody is trying to do. Become powerful. Everything that anybody does is to gain some sort of advantage, a small piece of authority over everybody else. However, is everybody worthy of it? Is it alright to be able to scare innocent people away from doing something entirely harmless just because you don’t think it is “decent”?

Talks about power and responsibility are always around. Everybody has an opinion. It’s a good thing to discuss and hopefully someday, we will come to a solution. But what till then? Are we ready to have so many Gods roaming amongst us, bashing what they don’t like, ripping out things that displease them?

Are we ready?

- Dhaval Shethia.

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Life Lessons from The Beatles

It isn’t easy doing what you want. For a number of reasons, actually. For starters, every element in the universe seems to be working to stop you from doing that. Isn’t it always the case? You set out to buy chocolate ice cream, but when you reach the shop, it is shut. The next shop doesn’t have the flavour in stock and the shop after that is too far and you don’t have the means to get there. So, you have to settle for the next best thing.

In retrospect, it isn’t a very big deal, settling for the next best thing. In fact, you were pleasantly surprised with the other flavour. It made you rethink your chocolate-ice-cream-only policy. But, what if you really, REALLY, wanted chocolate ice cream? Deviating from the chocolate-ice-cream-only policy may be a sign of things to come. Or an evaluation of your life.

Let’s look at the chocolate-ice-cream-only policy as a sign of your perseverance. Judging from your experience with the other flavour, you don’t seem very keen on pursuing what you really want.

What DO you want? You did set out to buy chocolate ice cream. However, what did you REALLY want? Was it just ice cream or was it chocolate ice cream? You may have a policy but isn’t that limiting your potential for variety? What are your priorities? Set your priorities straight, you won’t have to make difficult decisions then, they say.

There comes a time in a man’s life, when he must let go. When he must throw caution to the wind and disregard his priorities. A time when it becomes near impossible to do what he really wants to do. It is a point where you must choose between what you want to do and what you must do. At this point in life, everybody knows what they HAVE to do.

Some make choices. Others, well, they let go.

Let It Be by The Beatles
When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be…


-  Dhaval Shethia

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Little Things For Us To Ponder

Kramer: I got news for you: handicapped people, they don't even want to park there! They wanna be treated just like anybody else! That's why, those spaces are always empty.
George: He's right! It's the same thing with the feminists. You know, they want everything to be equal, everything! But when the check comes, where are they?
- Seinfeld

It’s quite true. If you want something, say it. Mention exactly what you want. There is nobody who can give you anything unless you ask for it. And you must ask for what you want and not what you think is ‘right’. Because, in the process, you don’t get what you want and later on you blame the other person for not giving you what you wanted. All you had to do, was, simply ask for what you really wanted.

It’s these little things.

Everybody has some apparently inconsequential, yet evidently monumental things. Everybody has their own little things. And everybody shares these with somebody. And that is somebody who they may talk to all the time or never.

It isn’t about the person. It isn’t the amount of time you spend, or the amount of subjects you discuss. It’s all about the little things.

For most, it is a person who is constantly present. This is a person they like to have around all the time. This is probably the most common one. The problem starts when for one of them the other one does not remain, in no clichéd sense of the word, ‘the one’.

The person should merely be a medium. The point isn’t about sharing all eternity with somebody. It is about sharing eternal ideas through the medium. The medium may only be momentary, say, you get drunk and talk about little things with the bartender and you’ve come out of it gaining happiness, you’ve had a meaningful exchange. However, if you’ve spent 20 years with somebody and at the end of it, you’re all but sad, well?

It would probably be perfect to have the same person you talk about little things with for your lifetime. But, it doesn’t happen. By the end of it, it is only ‘good’. It seems ‘great’ because nobody else you know seems to be near ‘good’ after all this time.

You didn’t give great a try.

Little things.

-  Dhaval Shethia.

Friday, 20 April 2012

The Every Man

It was a hot summer afternoon. The sun shone upon the city. The traffic was maddening. Cars blared their horns. People stuck their heads out of the window and shouted. Many walked on the side of the road. Jostling by, seeing but not noticing. Hearing but not listening.

He just stood there on the foot-path. He was wearing the same clothes as he had, the night before. But, nobody saw that. He had a profound sense of gratitude about him. But, nobody felt that.

He had a wry smile across his face. He just stared across the street, looking at nothing in particular. He didn’t speak words. But, he talked.

She saw him from her seat in the car. She didn’t pay much attention. Then she noticed his wry smile. It looked like he was looking at something across the street. She tried to see what he saw. All she could see was space. Nothing out of the ordinary. She shrugged and moved on with the traffic.

He had noticed her. As she moved away, his smile vanished. He now had a blank expression on his face. He thought about the previous night. It was something. It had somehow come to him. It wasn’t about anything and yet it was all encompassing.

That is what he was seeing even now. It irked him a little that nobody else saw it. The woman in the car was the nth person.

It wasn’t over yet. It seemed incomplete. Then it happened again. Only this time it was more fierce.

And it ended just as abruptly as it had begun. But, it didn’t matter now. It would stay with him now. He realised then, that it was there always. And that it was up to them to open their eyes. It didn’t irk him anymore. The smile widened.

He walked on.

-  Dhaval Shethia.

Monday, 2 April 2012

Moments.

It’s a sunny day. He’s sitting by his window. Smoke in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He’s looking out at the city.

Right about here is when all those snazzy stories begin to sound similar. There is always the brazen-looking handsome guy doing his thing without a care in the world. Then there is that poor damsel with so many things going wrong in her life that she can’t help but break down at the drop of a hat.

Then our man enters her life. He tries to fix things. He tries to woo her. He tries to make her happy. He tries everything in his power to bring her life back on track. All this while he has been having a sad life and carries his brazen look with him everywhere. He shows signs of compassion. The girl, on the other hand, has been shrugging off all his advances.

Then one day, she finds out that he has an even sadder life, with even more problems than hers. She feels like a bitch. And, rightly so, we think. She doubles back, tries to start talking to him again. Now he’s shrugging her off. He, being a big man, doesn’t do it rudely, though. He tries to put on a slightly less brazen look and seem happy about things. She tells him that she knows. And, things work out.

That doesn’t fucking happen.

What happens, is this;

He tries to woo her. She doesn’t respond. Her life is too sad. She cries about it. She has absolutely nothing going for her. Now the brazen-looking guy is gone too. Her life becomes even sadder. She goes back to him.

She finds out his life is not a big fun-loving adventure. She feels sorry for him and tries to bring things back on track. She says that they’ll face the problems together. He shrugs her off quite politely.

Things don’t work out.

Moments.

- Dhaval Shethia.

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Opposites?

Over the years we’re told what is what and what is not. We are provided with apparent explanations as to what is why it is and what isn’t why it isn’t. However, these explanations do not stand the simple test of questioning.

Let’s take a simple example of good and bad. We’re told that helping people is good. We’re told that being selfish is bad. We’re told that killing people is bad. We’re told that saving people’s lives is good. How are we so sure that death is the wrong end of the stick? Is it because we miss them after they’re gone?

Now let’s go back to being helpful and being selfish. Maybe death is where all of us need to be. Everyone must die. By that logic, by saving lives, we’re preventing those people from where they have to go because if they die, we’ll miss them. So, we’re saving their lives because we don’t want to go through the mental trauma. Maybe we’re being helpful by killing them.

That still does not solve the conundrum. Thus, being selfish is actually bad. Because by saving their lives we are depriving them. Being helpful is, in fact, good. By killing them, we’re making them get where they were supposed to.

Maybe we’ve had it correct all along. Maybe, saving people’s lives is a good thing and killing them, bad. By that logic, however, being selfish is a good thing and being helpful a bad thing.

Now you decide whether being helpful is good and being selfish, bad. Or, is being helpful bad and being selfish good?

-  Dhaval Shethia

Sunday, 29 January 2012

Noir

noir (nwär)
adj.
Suggestive of danger or violence.


So, what is the point of being? Because that’s what everybody seems to be doing. Just, being. Very few are living. I know everybody talks about the same drab nonsense of ‘not living the dream’. There is no dream.

How many people are doing what they think is living and not being? They say they’re living, but deep inside they know they’re just being.

Is that all that there is to it? The distinction between living and being? Is that what the whole shebang is about?

There is life. There is death. There is being. There is living. There is dying.

There is living on.

-  Dhaval Shethia

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Bliss

There you are. Having an off-day. Sitting where you normally sit. Doing what you normally do. The only difference now, is that things don’t seem to be going very well. Things you say don’t have the same effect anymore. You just can’t seem to get the punch-lines right. You feel sick.

You talk to somebody. You discuss. You reminisce. You feel great. You feel elated. You feel happy. You hear things that you always thought would take a long time to come out. However, now that they’re out, you feel that it’s amazing.

You think that nothing could be better. 

Not many people feel very great at being chosen over a set of seven books or the existence of the author of the seven books or nicotine delivery devices or computers. However, when the set of seven books with two extras is like the Holy Grail, when the author of the set of books is like God, when the nicotine delivery devices are like life support or the computer is like a baby, you must feel elated.

What do you do then? You have been pretty much trumped. There is nothing you can say or do to match up. As much as you want to, you can’t. Yes, you want to. You want to choose the person over spicy Oriental delicacies or alcoholic beverages or any sort of edible items. But, you know that is not nearly as great as anything that you have been told. You know you can never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, never, ever say anything that would be nearly as good.

That’s when it hits you. You don’t have to. Because the other person knows. They know what you want to say. They understand your feelings. You don’t have to say it. It’s out there.

That, is bliss.

-  Dhaval Shethia.