THE MOUSTACHED POET is here!

There were perhaps a thousand reasons why poetry aroused interest in me! 

Towards the 2005s, the society was beginning to grow insane, trying to put on an attire that never belonged to it. Expectations grew weightier than aspirations. Boys started having girlfriends only because it was cool. The Y2K brought a lot of changes: some were good and some challenging. 

The Kargil victory brought smiles to many lips as a battle of pride was won, but we did lose the best of soldiers. Somewhere deep in hearts, we realized this, but we tried to mask this fact with a veil of victory.

Life amidst this grew tougher than ever. The surrender by India in the Cricket World Cup 2003 tasted like rabdi in salty tears. Social network grew crowded; relationships started growing on chat windows. Some were memorable, some vanished like fake profiles!

Slowly, the Y2K carried germs of societies. Crimes on women increased, or perhaps, they got reported more. On one hand, we grew, but with negative forces with us!
I saw tortures on brotherhood. North-East India grew more alien to mainland India. They try quite hard to prove their love! They shed equal tears when disasters occur, they bunked their offices when Sachin Tendulkar rubbed his gloves on his bat, they love Delhi. But the distance between hearts have widened. And suddenly, one day, even someone thought the people from NE got their passports from China! I feel sad, but I love India! What is supposedly comical is that the government and the ignorant people live with the joy of conquering a portion of China! 

The Moustached Poet was there in every Indian. He was there when a saint in saffron spoke at Chicago, when three martyrs kissed the bridal knot in 1931, and when the Flying Sikh stormed like cheetah on the brown tracks. There is still a moustached poet in every one; one just needs to delve deep into oneself!