Three nought three

Born to a happy family

To a generation of street cricket and TV

Injected with Coercive Morality

while still fantasising a swim in the sea


Vision of my father’s chest swell with pride

Erratic Advices, Some Rushed Choices

made me enlist for the War as my mother cried

Slept dreaming of solving the nation’s crisis

I left my home wide eyed


My dreams were lobotomised

Made to forget my human existence

My rifle became my most valued prize

I become a machine despite my resistance


My childhood heroes were dead

Dali and Fellini were long forgotten

Now I dreamt of Stabbing People with my Bayonet

The artist in me was called down trodden


They snatched away my paintbrush

Replaced it with an M – 14

Obliterating  memories of my childhood crush

Even the kiss in our late teens


Yellow, crinkly and unread lies my Edgar Allen Poe

As I am forced fed etiquette

To eat, to greet, to put on the damndest fake show

Whilst Ripping out their souls to desecrate


I sacrificed everything to serve my beloved nation

Commanding Officers made me sweat blood

While they pimped my country right to her castration

Washing away their conscience in the torrential flood


Ordered to kill and maim

A masochistic competition

Everything became

Immune to Attrition

Snatching children from their mothers, unashamed


Brothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters

Bodies in Neatly Wrapped Coffins

Everyone leaked of viscous red water

And I get colourful ribbons with special pins


My cross-hairs on some random unlucky bastard

In some other world we might have a joke to share

Now his mutilated face brings my camp to laughter

Dimming the loss of our own bombardier


They Say we won the war

Politicians Make speeches and smile

Everyone rejoices in delusions of grandeur

The Corpses lie still,  making the soil fertile


I lost my mother’s gifted amulet

I do not remember my village tree

I am nothing but a bullet

Sir, My name  is three nought three!
– Arnav Bhattacharya


बस यूँ ही (jlt)

एक कविता यूँ ही:

जब भी तुम्हे ढूँढने चली, हाथ लगी तो सिर्फ निराशा,
जानती हूँ तुम मेरे नहीं, फिर भी है इक पगली सी आशा.
तुम्हे पता है सब कुछ, फिर कभी बोलते क्यूँ नहीं,
मेरी ज़िन्दगी में अपने प्यार का रंग, घोलते क्यूँ नहीं?
बैठी हूँ तुमसे दूर, चाहती हूँ पास आना,
तुम्हारी ऐसी कोई चाह नहीं, यह भी मैंने जाना.
एक आवाज़ तो लगा के देखो, आयुंगी दौड़ के,
यह झूठा जो संसार बुना है, पीछे छोड़ के.
तुम्हारे बारे में सोचूं तो निशब्द हो जाती हूँ,
तुम्हारे ख्यालों में मानो खो सी जाती क्यूँ?
आज फिर हुआ यूँ की भटक सी गयी,
ख्वाबों में तुम्हारे अटक सी गयी.
जब भी तुम्हे देखती हूँ अपने आँगन में,
तितलियाँ सी उड़ने लगती हैं मन में.
तुम्हारे करीबी दोस्तों में से मैं शायद नहीं,
पर क्या आती हूँ किसी भी गिनती में कहीं?
जो डोर तुमने पकड़ी ही नहीं, मुझे बांधे है क्यूँ,
ये बावरा दिल मेरा, तुम्हे चाहे है क्यूँ?

P.S.: A must read post – Unwinnable battles


When we were studying psychology in 11th and 12th, we were taught a concept known as projection. I give the following easily understandable example to portray what projection is: My mom always says, “Jab ma ko thand lagti hai to wo sweater apne bacche ko pehnati hai”(When a mother feels cold, she makes her kid wear a sweater). This is projection.

Our unconscious mind makes us believe that the other person is also going through the same emotions, feelings, thoughts as us.

So, why am I writing about it. One, because I want to. :p But more importantly, because each and every action of ours is based on projection.

Think about it, whenever we do Anything keeping in mind any other person (even if we are doing a personal thing), we are projecting. Here are a few examples to explain how we project in our day to day lives:

  • I am writing this post thinking that at least one person will identify with this thought process because I do.
  • I write my exam, and my answers are good or bad according to me on the basis of the projection I make of how the examiner will judge my answers.
  • I say sorry to someone for doing something which I think he would have thought to be wrong because I feel so about the act. (Even if I don’t accept that I think it is wrong, the only reason I would say sorry is because I believe it to be wrong myself)
  • I say thank you to someone for helping me because I would have expected to be thanked had I helped someone. (Despite of formal statements like, “Oh, it is ok. Not necessary” etc., we all want to be thanked for doing something good).

Every action of ours is a result of projection.

So, is projection good or bad? Before I answer that, I hope we have come to terms with the fact that whether good or bad or neutral, projection is always present.

Personally, I believe, projection does more bad than good. This is for many reasons. One, we start expecting too much, and when expectations fail, we get hurt. Two, in the pursuit of wanting to understand everyone and become like them when we are with them, we lose our own identity.

What we can do about it, as it clearly cannot be removed completely (much like corruption), is try to control it. Know our actions and thoughts. The more we live in awareness of ourselves, the more we start to understand the other person as he/she is, and not as we project upon them.

So, if you want to know others around you, know yourself.

Take care all.