Hounded

A dictionary is a strange thing,

Rather a strange place,

Every word has its own beauty and meaning,

Every word enhances the feeling.......

And mind it......I am not Joking!!!!

Pretty poetic ha?!! One glance at the pages and you know that you will emerge a wiser man. And nevertheless, the pages of dictionary can be the end point of your questions or the starting point of new thoughts, as it happened with me the other day........

I was looking for what, I still don't remember as the word that my eyes saw immediately viled me and there was nothing else but self pity, agony and anger within me after that. The word was...hound!!!

hound :n a hunting dog : v harrass

- ORIGIN Old English

What train of thoughts this word started in my mind is really unimaginable, but trying to recollect and record it, I can only say that there was nothing pleasant about it. And to be honest, the two meanings of the world intermingled and I had a momentary vision of being pursued by bloodthirsty hunting dogs, the hounds and it was being hounded.

Hounded for actions,

Hounded for thoughts,

Waiting for the day,

When this hounding stops.

Sometimes when I read about people, it seems that there has not been a single soul who has not been ever hounded, the more pragmatic and rebellious the person, higher the degree of being hounded. Thoughts are good and advice is even better and to top it all, they are free and hence, freely available. Yet when the time comes, the things for which you pay a "price" are actually taken into account. So be hounded and enjoy the fight. As a great saying goes "steel goes through fire".

I am a common Indian

I am an unknown name,

and I am a common Indian,

like you like them, like anyone,

I am a common Indian.

I walk the roads every morning,

Starting with a prayer,

Dreams in eyes, hopes in heart,

I never expect despair.

Each Step I take I see new things,

My precious hopes take new beatings.

I see the dazzling temples of wealth,

I feel the awe of heaven seventh,

In this shadow of the temples of wealth,

I see little men devoid of health.

I see my pizza coming in a jiffy,

I find it hot, tasty and puffy,

Yet I wait for the ambulance to come,

Feeling helpless shameless dumb.

I wait at a shop, window shopping,

Clinging to the money that I call saving,

Yet at some signal funny,

I bribe my precious hard earned money.

As if that was not enough,

I got everyone at my door to bluff,

Folding my hands in shameless unison,

They show us a pretty twisted vision,

When it matters for an honest opinion,

They show there pride in shameless division.

All this I see with seething rage,

Clenching my fists in utter outrage,

Willing for a change wishing a miracle,

Like you like them like anyone,

I am a common Indian.