Wow, that’s deep bro.

The elephant strolled on the forest floor. 
Hot winds blew past him, that he did abhor. 
He cursed the earth, for its shortage of cool water 
And cursed his friends, for he was much shorter.

Not once was he content, 
Not once. 
Not once was he gay, 
Because hey, he wanted cold in May!

But once, he looked at this ant, 
Who toiled hard in blood and sand. 
And the elephant asked him, “Aren’t you sick of life, 
The difficulties, and the strife?” 
The ant looked up, but first, adjusted his neck. 
He smiled, and then he checked. 
The elephant was huge, a mammoth creature. 
He was powerful and a magnificent creation.

The ant said, “Oh dear elephant, what is it that you complain of? 
You have so much strength, such might, why do you let your determination blight? 
Life will knock us down, but we can choose, 
whether or not, to get back up. 
You must understand that you get but a single ride on this rock, 
You can either enjoy the ride and mock the bumps on the way, 
Or whine at every turn, 
Until life takes you on a ride, 
Completely void of yay.”

The elephant, now enlightened by words of wisdom, 
pledged to make perseverance a friend, rather than foe. 
He was also quite stumped, and managed only to say, 
“Wow, that’s deep bro.”

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A friend of Noddy’s car (by Keshav Khera)

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Beetle (by Keshav Khera)

The Slate of Life

Why kill the girl child, why let her hide.
This world is beautiful, but not more than a bride.

She is the forbearer of human life, of all men indeed.
She is an epitome of perseverance and love, her own self she bleeds.

In spite of all her sacrifices, she is sought to be killed before seeing light,
Without a chance to fight and prove her might.

For all the beauty in the world, the society resorts to kill the best.
Vile is the reason, bloodthirsty and worth detest.

They say, spending a thousand rupees today is better than spending a lakh tomorrow.
I ask, do you have any right to kill someone - someone as devine as a little child, someone as pure as a pristine soul and someone as important as the girl child - to give her nothing but regret and sorrow?

Regret that she chose your home to illuminate.
And sorrow because you disavowed her, took her life and wiped clean her slate.

The slate of life she dreamt about in her mother’s womb,
The slate of life she thought of drawing her childhood on,
The slate of life she loved the most.

That’s all she had,
A slate of life, and a few dreams.
A few dreams of life and a few dreams of love.
And you took them from her.

- Keshav

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Just ordered this.

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Pics of my recent trip now up on Flickr.

Monday Mornings. (via \ keshav)

"If my partners lose, so be it; if I lose, so be it. My stardom is transient, my integrity is non-negotiable, my being Indian unquestionable."

Shah Rukh Khan

Shah Rukh Khan expressed his disapproval of the way Pakistani cricket players were disregarded when the auctions for the upcoming Indian Premier League tournament were being held. He said, “We are known to be good, we are known to invite everyone, and we should have.”

Uddhav Thackeray, the leader of Shiv Sena—a borderline terrorist organisation in Mumbai that is comprised of overzealous Marathi Hindus who have an appallingly mistaken idea of what it means to be true to your religion and your country—declared that this was an anti-national statement and that the Bollywood superstar would have to apologise.

When Shah Rukh Khan refused, and rightly so, they threatened to disallow screenings of his latest film My Name is Khan—which, ironically enough, is about racial profiling of Muslims in USA—in Maharashtra. They have since staged violent protests in cinema halls in Mumbai, tearing apart the screens in some multiplexes and scaring off moviegoers.

The Mumbai administration has taken strict action and arrested over 1,600 of them so far, assuring cinema halls that adequate security will be provided and that they should go ahead with the release schedule of the movie fearlessly. Kudos to the Mumbai Police for stepping up to the plate.

Shiv Sena and Shiv Sainiks are a bunch of bloody racist retards and they ought to be thrown out of the country. They call themselves Indians and Marathis? They’re nothing but horrible caricatures of all that is wrong with this country. They’re worse than the filth that flows through the sewers of India. To hell with them and their anti-Muslim propaganda! Cheers to Shah Rukh Khan for not bowing down to the bullying tactics of the Shiv Sena.

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I couldn’t have written it any better.

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It rained today.

Streets… (via \ keshav)

The Golden Temple

I went there today.

Fog at seven thirty in the morning. It was almost zero degrees around that time. I climbed up to the terrace to take some pictures. Takes a real man to do that, mind it. What you see above is the fog, not some old, decaying and whitening masterpiece.

It was bone-shivering cold. Perhaps it’s the coldest winter we’ve ever had.

Chai wala (via \ keshav)

"The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others."

Vincent Van Gogh (via affremblequotes)

"There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread."

Mahatma Gandhi (via affremblequotes)