Author: Manoj Khatri

Reality TV and the society

Reality TV and the society

I am amazed at the sheer number of reality TV shows on Indian TV channels these days. TV channels and their programming departments are not known to be very bright and original. If one show on one channel works, all channels rush to join the bandwagon and produce similar shows. Game shows, dance competitions, singing competitions, and reality shows now comprise most of our programming on TV. Even news channels’ content consists largely of programming that can be classified as reality TV, albeit of a different nature. Since everybody is doing it, I reckon it must be working. I am a firm believer of media being a reflection of the society, the audience, who consume the media.

If you watch any of the reality shows with interest, chances are that you derive a certain kind of pleasure in watching human frailties at show. You like watching real-life conflicts – between contestants, participants, their relatives, judges (who are celebrities in their own right), hosts, and journalists. I’ve heard that some of the anchors of shows on news channels are not even journalists – they are theatre actors who are given a role to play, complete with a script.

In my opinion, reality TV and sensationalism of news on TV is mirroring an emerging disturbing preference in our society….that of voyeurism. In this version of voyeurism, watching people suffer in pain makes one feel good. You like the tears, the sobbing, the drama of elimination, the spectacle of accusations of favouritism, the tragedy (or comedy) of perfectly sensible-looking individuals finger-pointing – and the works.

Any opinions?

Why is missing you so difficult?

Why is missing you so difficult?

It wells my eyes up
with floods of tears
fills my heart
with illusionary fears
…that seem so real
Missing you
is such an ordeal

The urge to talk
starts small and slow
but quickly becomes
an uncontrollable flow
of desperation
and frightening frustration

This irrepressible yearning
my heart burning
my stomach churning
…with a longing
that tears me apart
into a thousand bits
and pieces
as my soul releases
a squeal of sadness,
…a sign of madness?

Yes, missing you is an ordeal
…a torment, an agony
that only YOU can heal
with your warm voice,
your quiet caress
your tender touch
that make me feel
you love me so much

© Manoj Khatri

Love conquers ego

Love conquers ego

Happiness and harmony
are balanced
on delicate scales
that get disrupted
by the slightest stroke,
or a gentle jolt,
giving rise to
tornadoes of emotions
and volcanoes of feelings

But why?

Because, the devil that resides in us
as our EGO
is the enemy of our LOVE

It poses as
false self-importance
and pseudo pride
looking for
a chance to steal
our precious package

So,
whenever there is fervour,
the devil produces frostiness
whenever there is accord,
the devil stimulates discord
whenever there is ecstasy,
the devil perpetuates agony

Then,
anger fuses with irritation
and intolerance with impatience,
making a mixture of menacing madness

feeding our foolish fears
and provoking pessimism
…and tears

Until our prayers
rev up
the energy of our LOVE again
to bring back
our precious package of
passion, peace, and pleasure,
…which we treasure.

© Manoj Khatri

Praying with you

Praying with you

Praying with you is
like walking
on the morning grass
with the fickle dewdrops
tickling our bare feet
while our souls meet
and smile to greet
each other

Praying with you is
like drifting
on wispy, white clouds
on a sunny day, as we play
like little kids
a little fine, a little fey
And as our game starts
our love engulfs our hearts

Praying with you is
Like dreaming
a magnificent dream
where we scream
in ecstasy
as a rainbow wraps
you and me
in vibrant colours of glee

Praying with you is
Like weaving
a fairy story
that we fill with
God’s goodness and glory
Each memory we create
is a tale of our sweet love
so memorable, so great

© Manoj Khatri

Permanence

Permanence

My feelings these days
they are so strange
…they have such a range

Now, I am happy and ecstatic
Then, frightened and frantic

Now, I dream, hope and desire
Then, all my hopes catch fire

Now, I want to sing and dance
Then, I just get lost in a trance

Now, I see all so plain and clear
Then, my vision is blurred by a tear

Now, all I want is to conjugate
Then, I wonder about our fate

Now, your joy is my only goal
Then, my soul cries for your soul

My feelings these days
They are so strange
But my love for you
…doesn’t change

© Manoj Khatri

My only aspiration

My only aspiration

In the hustle and bustle of the day
Surrounded by folks and friends
I feel lost, lonely and astray

Drifting off or awaking,
in dreams and reality
My heart’s always aching
and my soul’s always praying
for you…

Suppressing my urges
to talk to you
curbing my craving
to hear you
ignoring my thirst
to meet you
restraining my longing
to be with you
stifling my desire
to touch you
I feel fervent and helpless,
desperate and hopeless
For I expect and demand,
hope and anticipate

Then all of a sudden I seek nothing
Bereft of hopes, wishes or desires
Left with only a soul that aspires
…for your happiness

Then I experience a holy calm
Peace descends on me
like a soft, soothing balm
and a knowing arises
…that we’re never apart
because you live
forever in my heart

© Manoj Khatri

Sleeping with you

Sleeping with you

We switch off the lights
and speak at late nights
I’m magnetised
by your dreamy voice
It makes my heart rejoice
I am hypnotised
by your slow, rhythmic breathing
It leads my soul out of its sheathing

As we speak sweet nothings
and get ready to snooze
An exquisite feeling ensues
Then I pray to the almighty
to make my every night
Just as pious and pretty
as this one
For, even as we doze off
in the darkness,
my life is lit up
‘cos my heart is
aflame with your thoughts
and my soul,
ablaze with your love

© Manoj Khatri

Choices

Choices

I don’t know why did we meet?
Then chose to be bitter, not sweet

I don’t know why did we start?
Then chose pain over a joyous heart

I don’t know why did we hope?
Then chose to walk on a tightrope

I don’t know why did we pledge?
Then chose to push our luck to the edge

I don’t know why did we care?
Then chose to let our souls dare

I don’t know why did we pray?
Then chose to forever stay away

I don’t know why did we fight?
Then chose darkness instead of light

But I do know why we chose to love
‘cos God chose to bless us from above

© Manoj Khatri