I opened my eyes in water, to see light that was also dancing along with waves.
Natural instincts guided me to swim across all the similar looking fish, towards the light.
I noticed a fish which was swimming towards me. Though it was a red-fish like many others, it was agressively swimming. Being afraid, I lost control and bumped so hard into a glass wall, that my eyes whirled for a while. Quickly I gained strength and swam opposite way only to find that the same fish was coming towards me yet again.
After bumping into a glass, yet another time, I realized that this fish was doing exactly opposit to what I did. It would turn to left, if I turned to my right. I have a black-spot on the right of my tail and it had one on its left. But if I swim up, it also swims up. And it will also swim downwards, if I do so. I was getting tired of this mysterious fish, whom I can see, but cannot reach.
After a while, a black-fish approached me. Laughing at me, he told that I'm looking at my own image. He advised me not to run away from it, nor to try discovering it.
Image.....! What a wonder!
It's there, but it is not.It's myself, but it is not.
There were many aquariums of various sizes with fish of different color, shape and size. Our aquarum was in one corner of the shop. Among a hudred of my kind, I'm the only red-fish with a black spot on my tail. Our aquarium also contained gold-spot and black-fish. It was the most crowded in the entire shop. One end of our neighbourhood had blue-hay, royal-white and dragon-yellow. The other end of shop had black-and-white, silver-majestic, mini-shark, king-snail and turtles.
The shop-keeper gives only a little feed, to keep us small and in good shape with the excersize of fighiting for the feed. He lits only one of the three lamps in the shop and everytime lits a different one.
On our third day, we were already done with observing all corners of shop, other kinds of fish, the tired shop-keeper and never-tiring ceiling-fan.We named our aquarium 'Hell'.
Every time a bike stops in front of the shop, the shop-keeper nets few of us and packs them in a plastic-cover. He doesn't show a pinch of love to us, atleast while selling, than that he shows to the money he gets.
Once there were a couple of kids - a small mischevous girl and a boy with chubby cheeks. I was swimming under the artificial plantation, and the shop-keeper caught ten fish from Hell into a plastic cover. The girl bounced the packet into air, and as it landed on a nail, it burst to spray the fish into all corners of the shop. Two fish which lost their breath, were fed to the Giant fish.Others were saved with minor bruises and packed into another plastic-cover. I mourned for my dead friends; and for those who are dead any moment the girl goes wild.
The next time a rookie came in a bike, along with his girl-friend. As the shop-keeper started netting Hell, I recollected they were the same couple who've forgot the package of blue-fish, a week ago. I doubted wether they'll ever bother about the 'Hell' in their home. I've escaped the net and felt satisfied that I've escaped a mishap. I was surprized to find myself prefer Hell over their home.
The next day, a couple came with a small baby in lap. The mother was so caring not to allow a fly to land on her baby. And the father was looking equally caring. As the shop-keeper put the net into Hell, I rushed into it but he never traps. Twice when I was finally in the trap, he tossed me back to Hell. Finally some black-fish, few blue-hay and gold-spot were packed for them. I felt bad for missing such family, but they were not there in my fate.
In a corner of the Hell, I was brooding over the future I've missed in the house of such soft people. I realized that I was being pulled out of 'Hell', and packed into a plastic-cover. It was already too late for me to resist. A group of boys were interestingly looking at four of my kind in the package. One of them carefully carried the package to his bike.
The first view of road from a bike was exquisite. The ride on a bike was very thirlling. Hiking the steps, bouncing into the air and rolling on the floor from inside the package were nice experiences.
Our package was opened to pour us into an aquarium already hosting fifteen fish of seven different kind. For few days we were freshers and were dominated by those who were already there. Weeks later we were also officially crowned the citizenship of our aquarium, 'Home'.
One of the boys used to feed us twice a day. And every one who takes a moment to look into Home tosses few pellettes of feed. There used to be change in feed every month. And along with it, change of water after cleaning the Home.
As days went by, the boys grew up. They moved out and new boys started moving in. Also, the fish in Home had their time. Those fish who passwed away initially were given royal saluit on their final voyage. Those following them later, hardly recieved any such respects. Only one couple bred, and even their babies are dead. Now i'm the only fish in the tank.
One of the boys used to clean the tank on every weekend and fill it with fresh water. Now he hardly cleans it once a couple-of-months and rarely refills the evaporated water. As Home is becoming green with algae, he put a couple of snails.
I've grown about hundred times, than what I was on first day in Home. The snails too have grown old. They are not of my kind, but we are the only company around. Having nothing to do, nowhere to go, we three wander the shallow waters of Home...
Even now one boy feeds me twice a day. He loves me so much, that talks to me when he is alone. He pities me for being so lonely, like him. It is almost a month that I've seen him. May be he too moved out of their home.
Sometimes, I wish, I could have resisted from getting into that packet. My life could have been different, from this Home. Or, it might have been the same.............. in yet another 'Home'.
But, I cannot reverse the irreversible. Whatever is done, cannot be undone.
I have to live with it for rest of my life.
I'm a fish in a tank..................a lonely fish in the little tank.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Rakhi....
Rakhi is a band tied by a sister to remind her brother the bond of love and his responsibility to guard her throughout their life. As a token of love, he would treat her with sweets and presents. This festival is widely celebrated in northern India, though the tradition has been practiced in the south too, for gathering brothers and sisters for celebrating their affections.
Today I received an envelope with a pretty Rakhi and a letter with priceless words
"
Hi Annaya,
Wish you Happy RAKSHABANDHAN.....
Hope this Rakhi brings happiness and care for you.
'Friends come and go, but my dear brother, u r ALWAYS there' :-)
Koni
Please tie this on Aug 24th (on behalf of me :-) )
"
Getting a Rakhi from her is a routine. But this year is so different.
I’m not in college to be thinking of classes and exams. Today my office is also not working, for being engrossed with work. It is not summer or a rainy day, to be lost in chores.
Also, there is no one around to tie the Rakhi on my sister’s behalf.
After I tied the tied it myself, and offered prayers after many months, memories reeled on.
As she was my junior ever since school, she had to take the text-books I’ve read for an academic year. I maintained them tidy, though I used to underline here-n-there, scribble notes and scrap many unimportant junk, she'd never complained.
I'm not sure how far were my text-books and short-notes useful for her, but she always used to retain my name on them. Whether she felt strong or she wasn’t left with a choice, my sister used to follow my path. We enrolled in different universities for graduation and though the specialization was the same, the syllabus and prescribed reading was different.
Just same as I used to write her name on all my books, my sister also used to write my name on all her stationery. I hold the credit of giving her the name 'Konica', with my unclear mumblings at just age of an year-and-a-half. She loves that name as much as I do. ‘Konica’ means smile and happiness, and she always brings happiness to me.
Since graduation, there was hardly anything I could do for her, rather, I was capable of doing for her. She bagged a job, while I was still pursuing my higher education. While she wanted to do her M.B.A, she settled for a job, as per the advice of parents. She is a smart and sensible lady, who certainly is a pride for our family. While I was always the irresponsible and rude brat, she played the calm and composed princess.
While we were in primary school, at the least, once a week, I had to run around the streets of our colony to all her buddies' homes to find her. She was always there to help me out when I wanted someone to judge my decision. She will pull me to earth, when I’m wandering in dreamland and getting lost with unrealistic thoughts.
Anyone who knows us for the past decade would certainly say that my sister was always elder to me in wisdom, success and responsibility. For the last five years, she has been mending my thought process when I step off the track.
In our childhood if there was deficit in rendering change to the vegetable vendor, my mom would take it from one of our kiddy-bank. While I never used to ask it to be refilled, she always asked for a compensation along with interest. Such a calculative girl bought me a geometry-box, when I lost mine in eighth standard, but doesn’t even remember it. She was good in planning her financials and future, even as a kid. While I fiddled around with stupid decisions and hasty moves, she always followed the golden rules of parents for her certain success.
Around the same time, when there was a discussion at my grand-parents' place, of whom we love most in this world, I remember everyone staying perplexed with whom I've mentioned. When I got up from my mom's lap, while she was expecting herself to be mentioned, I declared that its' my sis. I'm sure that my love to her was restricted to only words and letters. Though she never made such statements to anyone, it is quite evident that she cares and adores me thousand fold more.
There are many instances when I've let go of her, giving preference for my friends over her. When we have a fight over some silly issue, I'd end up not letting her number be in my dialed-list for a month. Unlike with my friends, I've hardly ever compromised with her, though she forgives my thick-head in every instance.
Whenever I was angry on something, I used to yell at my sister. She used to convey my concerns to parents, but never complained. It was the day before her marriage, that I’ve promised that I’d never again yell at her, no matter whatever happens. That was the day when I thought that I should stop trying to convince her on something, by just raising my brow and tone. Whom was I kidding..? Every such instance was either my ego or an attempt to gain an upper hand to win an argument.
People say that responsibility comes after getting married, but my sister was a lot more even before. She is pretty decently settled in life with a caring husband and a good job. Now she and my brother-in-law advise me advise me anything I discuss with them. They are at my reach anytime required. They call hardly once in a week, but care for me more than I do.
She is my baby sister for names’ sake, but she has been taking care of myself as if I were her baby brother. I’m elder to her in age, education, height and weight. One day I might win hearts of more friends and family, earn more than her, but I’m sure I’d never be able to comprehend her love.
I couldn't reach her mobile phone today.
Happy Rakhi, my dear sis!
Today I received an envelope with a pretty Rakhi and a letter with priceless words
"
Hi Annaya,
Wish you Happy RAKSHABANDHAN.....
Hope this Rakhi brings happiness and care for you.
'Friends come and go, but my dear brother, u r ALWAYS there' :-)
Koni
Please tie this on Aug 24th (on behalf of me :-) )
"
Getting a Rakhi from her is a routine. But this year is so different.
I’m not in college to be thinking of classes and exams. Today my office is also not working, for being engrossed with work. It is not summer or a rainy day, to be lost in chores.
Also, there is no one around to tie the Rakhi on my sister’s behalf.
After I tied the tied it myself, and offered prayers after many months, memories reeled on.
As she was my junior ever since school, she had to take the text-books I’ve read for an academic year. I maintained them tidy, though I used to underline here-n-there, scribble notes and scrap many unimportant junk, she'd never complained.
I'm not sure how far were my text-books and short-notes useful for her, but she always used to retain my name on them. Whether she felt strong or she wasn’t left with a choice, my sister used to follow my path. We enrolled in different universities for graduation and though the specialization was the same, the syllabus and prescribed reading was different.
Just same as I used to write her name on all my books, my sister also used to write my name on all her stationery. I hold the credit of giving her the name 'Konica', with my unclear mumblings at just age of an year-and-a-half. She loves that name as much as I do. ‘Konica’ means smile and happiness, and she always brings happiness to me.
Since graduation, there was hardly anything I could do for her, rather, I was capable of doing for her. She bagged a job, while I was still pursuing my higher education. While she wanted to do her M.B.A, she settled for a job, as per the advice of parents. She is a smart and sensible lady, who certainly is a pride for our family. While I was always the irresponsible and rude brat, she played the calm and composed princess.
While we were in primary school, at the least, once a week, I had to run around the streets of our colony to all her buddies' homes to find her. She was always there to help me out when I wanted someone to judge my decision. She will pull me to earth, when I’m wandering in dreamland and getting lost with unrealistic thoughts.
Anyone who knows us for the past decade would certainly say that my sister was always elder to me in wisdom, success and responsibility. For the last five years, she has been mending my thought process when I step off the track.
In our childhood if there was deficit in rendering change to the vegetable vendor, my mom would take it from one of our kiddy-bank. While I never used to ask it to be refilled, she always asked for a compensation along with interest. Such a calculative girl bought me a geometry-box, when I lost mine in eighth standard, but doesn’t even remember it. She was good in planning her financials and future, even as a kid. While I fiddled around with stupid decisions and hasty moves, she always followed the golden rules of parents for her certain success.
Around the same time, when there was a discussion at my grand-parents' place, of whom we love most in this world, I remember everyone staying perplexed with whom I've mentioned. When I got up from my mom's lap, while she was expecting herself to be mentioned, I declared that its' my sis. I'm sure that my love to her was restricted to only words and letters. Though she never made such statements to anyone, it is quite evident that she cares and adores me thousand fold more.
There are many instances when I've let go of her, giving preference for my friends over her. When we have a fight over some silly issue, I'd end up not letting her number be in my dialed-list for a month. Unlike with my friends, I've hardly ever compromised with her, though she forgives my thick-head in every instance.
Whenever I was angry on something, I used to yell at my sister. She used to convey my concerns to parents, but never complained. It was the day before her marriage, that I’ve promised that I’d never again yell at her, no matter whatever happens. That was the day when I thought that I should stop trying to convince her on something, by just raising my brow and tone. Whom was I kidding..? Every such instance was either my ego or an attempt to gain an upper hand to win an argument.
People say that responsibility comes after getting married, but my sister was a lot more even before. She is pretty decently settled in life with a caring husband and a good job. Now she and my brother-in-law advise me advise me anything I discuss with them. They are at my reach anytime required. They call hardly once in a week, but care for me more than I do.
She is my baby sister for names’ sake, but she has been taking care of myself as if I were her baby brother. I’m elder to her in age, education, height and weight. One day I might win hearts of more friends and family, earn more than her, but I’m sure I’d never be able to comprehend her love.
I couldn't reach her mobile phone today.
Happy Rakhi, my dear sis!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
పిచుక (The Indian Sparrow)
నాకంటా పెద్ద కతల్లేవుగాని, తెలుగింట నేను తెలీనోడు లేడయ్యో.....
ముష్తోడి కాడ్నుంచి రాజు దంక, కూలోడి కాడ్నుంచి రైతు దంక
పాములోడ్నించి యాటగాడి దంక, పిల్లకాయల్నించి పండుముసలి దంక
అందరికీ నేనేరికనే.....
కోయిలమ్మంత పాడలేక పోయినా,
చిలకమ్మంత చక్కంగ లేకపోయినా,
పాలపిట్టంత సొగసు లేకున్నా,
ఉడుతంత చెంగుచెంగున గెంతలేకున్నా,
........ఆళ్ళoత నా నేస్తాలే !
పిల్లిబావకి ఒళ్ళుమంట, నా గూట్లో గుడ్లు వాడికందవని,
కోడి మావకి కడుపుమంట, వరికొట్టం చూరులో నేనొక్కటే పడతనని
బాతుబాబుకి కుళ్ళు, నాలా ఎగరలేడని
..........ఎందుకంత కోపం ?
చిట్టిదాన్నైనా, చిలిపి దాన్ని......మట్టిరంగులో ఉన్నా, మనసున్నదాన్ని !
మేకపిల్లలపై షికార్లు, చిటారుకొమ్మపై కున్డుడుగుమ్మలు, నీళ్ళ గుంటల్లో స్నానాలు........నా ఆనందాలు.
ఏటిగట్టున మేస్తున్న దున్నపోతు మీదున్న నత్తగుల్లలు తింటూ మారాజులా ఊరేగుతను.
పిచ్చికపై బ్రహ్మాస్త్రం ఏంటని సామెతంట !
ఇందరుడెప్పుడు నాపైన ఇసిరిండో గుర్తులేదుగాని
పాలకంకుల జొన్నచేలో పాలేరిసిరిన ఒడిసె,
ఒడియాలకి కాపలా పిల్లాడిసిరిన రాయి నన్ను తగల్లేదు
యాటగాడేసిన వల్లో పడ్డనుగాని ఎలకన్న ఇడిపించిండు
రాజ్యాలు మారినై....ఋతువులు మారినై....
ఎండోచ్చినా, వానొచ్చినా, వరదొచ్చినా సమత్సరాలు బతికేసినాను ఆ రోజుల్లో....
కరువోచ్చినా కాటకమోచ్చినా రైతన్న ఉండేవోడు
గూటికోసం చెట్టో మానో.... కూటికోసం గింజో గారికో ఉండేది.....
ఏటికోసారి ఏడికైన పోదామంటే... ఏటిగట్టున యిసకదిబ్బో , అడివిచివర మర్రిమానో, కొండమీద కోయగుహలో ఉండనే ఉండె....
తిండి గింజల్లేవు....అంత కరవులాయే
గడ్డి పోచల్లేవు......అన్నీ ప్లాస్టీకు కవర్లే మరి
మట్టి వాసన రానే రాదు.......అంతా బండలే మరి
కళ్ళాపి ముగ్గులు కానరావు......అంతా తార్రోడ్లే మరి
పల్లెటూళ్ళు లేవు......అన్నీ పట్నలే మరి
కొట్టాల్లేవు, వాసాల్లేవు, గడ్డివాముల్లేవు,తాటిచెట్లూ లేవు......గూడే లేదు నాకు, ఉండేదేక్కడ !
పొలాల్లో పురుగులు గాదు గింజలుగూడ లేవాయే......
మిగులు నూకలు ఇసిరేసేదెవురు, మనుషులకే ముద్ద లేదాయె......
అడివిగింజలైన తిందామంటే, అడివిగాదు ఆకుగూడ కానరాదాయే.......కూడే లేదు నాకు, బతికేదిoకెట్ట !
పిల్లకాయల పుస్తకాల్లో బొమ్మలున్నై నాయి......పెద్దాళ్ళ మనసుల్లో గాపకలున్నై నాయి.
నేనేదో చిట్టిదాన్ని, ఒంటరిదాన్ని, చేతకాని దాన్ని......పెద్దోళ్ళు మీరు, ఒకరికి ఒందమంది ఉన్నరు, చేతనైన చవగలిగినోల్లు......
మీరైన ఈ నేలతల్లిని కాయదండయ్య......
ఎన్నాళ్లున్తనో ఏరికలేదుగాని, అంతా చల్లన్గుంటేగాని నా కంటికి కునుక !
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Eagle and The Sparrow
Nature teaches many things everyday and it helps to realize your forgotten-wisdom. Being so near to the nature and becoming a part of it really evokes your senses to life.
There is a lake in Taipa, which I like very much. It is encircled by casinos, House-Museum, a basket-ball court, a park and some wild-bushes. The park spread between the Museum and the lake is lined with wooden-benches each accompanied with a tree and pathways for jogging.
One evening, there were many people in the park. Some couples were photographing each other and some other was playing with their children. At a distance, there was an elderly couple, who were starting in the empty-air hand-in-hand, probably visualizing their youthful memories. A kid was trying to chase was plucking flowers from the garden and then a dry-leaf being sweet away by the cool breeze. When he fell down, his mother came running and carried back to her husband.
Bearing no flower, lotus leaves spread across the lake, with frogs jumping on them occasionally. A jungle duck was floating with the waves. It ducked-in when the ripple was low and swallowed a little fish in a single gulp.
It is refreshing & rejuvenating to listen to water-ripples, rolling dry-leaves, kukus and laughing babies at a time. I sat on a bench on lake-front and was relishing the 5-Star chocolate, while watching bird-life nesting on the bushes alongside. Majority were white-cranes with a few numbers of pigeon and sparrow.
From no-where, there came a brown-eagle which rounded the lake twice, in less than five minutes. A sparrow (or some small bird of that kind) started following this eagle. While the eagle was swiftly gliding in the air with its wide wings, the sparrow was trying hard to catch-up by fluttering its tiny arms. When the eagle took a great lead in two big strokes, the sparrow was left far away. The sparrow returned to the nest. There were similar birds in the neighboring nests and all but one paid no attention. Probably, they are its parents.
The daylight started trailing-off with the disappearing Sun, but my mind and heart were just lit for working better.
Once in college-days, I was very inspired with the acts of a movie-actor and trying to mimic him, I tried to jump across a pavement-divider in a brisk leap. I’ve almost jumped, but my energy and velocity wasn’t enough for jumping over. My foot got hooked to the divider and I fell down. I laughed, along with my friend, at my childish miscalculation of attempting a jump with no run-up at all.
After starting to earn, one day when all my roomies left me alone for their office-event, I spent fifteen hundreds on an expensive meal. I ate all the varieties I love, ranging from mushroom to panneer and from chicken to prawn. I’ve not only troubled my tummy, but also emptied my wallet. I learnt that inflow should be proportionate to the outflow and activity. And, by the next month I learnt that my expenses should also be proportionate to my income.
Wisdom comes with experience. Though we get to know from multiple sources, few things are learnt only when one faces them in reality. Some lessons are learnt at a cost, may that be time, money or even a relation. Unless we try we'll not be able to know our capabilities.
For the good or bad, the little sparrow could learn the truth by its voyage. It was very courageous and daring to fly on the waters, not even knowing how far it can fly & for how long. Yet it had to pursue its will, or will never in its life be peaceful. Though satisfaction is a feeling felt only by saints and the eternal, and read only in literature, the little bird will at least be answerable to its own heart.
I'm very grateful to my parents who permitted me for pursuit of my instincts for nature, travel and friends, than restricting me to monotony. They let me choose my options in life, under their guidance and support. I know people who obeyed to their parent's decision decades before, and after living with their obeisance for half of their life, now complain on their parents who have passed away. Had they had tried listening to their youthful-heart than obeying the wisdom of parents, they won't have to repent now and hurt the hearts of the loving elders.
The sparrow found out that its' destiny is to nest on the bank, and feed its family.
I'm yet to find mine.
There is a lake in Taipa, which I like very much. It is encircled by casinos, House-Museum, a basket-ball court, a park and some wild-bushes. The park spread between the Museum and the lake is lined with wooden-benches each accompanied with a tree and pathways for jogging.
One evening, there were many people in the park. Some couples were photographing each other and some other was playing with their children. At a distance, there was an elderly couple, who were starting in the empty-air hand-in-hand, probably visualizing their youthful memories. A kid was trying to chase was plucking flowers from the garden and then a dry-leaf being sweet away by the cool breeze. When he fell down, his mother came running and carried back to her husband.
Bearing no flower, lotus leaves spread across the lake, with frogs jumping on them occasionally. A jungle duck was floating with the waves. It ducked-in when the ripple was low and swallowed a little fish in a single gulp.
It is refreshing & rejuvenating to listen to water-ripples, rolling dry-leaves, kukus and laughing babies at a time. I sat on a bench on lake-front and was relishing the 5-Star chocolate, while watching bird-life nesting on the bushes alongside. Majority were white-cranes with a few numbers of pigeon and sparrow.
From no-where, there came a brown-eagle which rounded the lake twice, in less than five minutes. A sparrow (or some small bird of that kind) started following this eagle. While the eagle was swiftly gliding in the air with its wide wings, the sparrow was trying hard to catch-up by fluttering its tiny arms. When the eagle took a great lead in two big strokes, the sparrow was left far away. The sparrow returned to the nest. There were similar birds in the neighboring nests and all but one paid no attention. Probably, they are its parents.
The daylight started trailing-off with the disappearing Sun, but my mind and heart were just lit for working better.
Once in college-days, I was very inspired with the acts of a movie-actor and trying to mimic him, I tried to jump across a pavement-divider in a brisk leap. I’ve almost jumped, but my energy and velocity wasn’t enough for jumping over. My foot got hooked to the divider and I fell down. I laughed, along with my friend, at my childish miscalculation of attempting a jump with no run-up at all.
After starting to earn, one day when all my roomies left me alone for their office-event, I spent fifteen hundreds on an expensive meal. I ate all the varieties I love, ranging from mushroom to panneer and from chicken to prawn. I’ve not only troubled my tummy, but also emptied my wallet. I learnt that inflow should be proportionate to the outflow and activity. And, by the next month I learnt that my expenses should also be proportionate to my income.
Wisdom comes with experience. Though we get to know from multiple sources, few things are learnt only when one faces them in reality. Some lessons are learnt at a cost, may that be time, money or even a relation. Unless we try we'll not be able to know our capabilities.
For the good or bad, the little sparrow could learn the truth by its voyage. It was very courageous and daring to fly on the waters, not even knowing how far it can fly & for how long. Yet it had to pursue its will, or will never in its life be peaceful. Though satisfaction is a feeling felt only by saints and the eternal, and read only in literature, the little bird will at least be answerable to its own heart.
I'm very grateful to my parents who permitted me for pursuit of my instincts for nature, travel and friends, than restricting me to monotony. They let me choose my options in life, under their guidance and support. I know people who obeyed to their parent's decision decades before, and after living with their obeisance for half of their life, now complain on their parents who have passed away. Had they had tried listening to their youthful-heart than obeying the wisdom of parents, they won't have to repent now and hurt the hearts of the loving elders.
The sparrow found out that its' destiny is to nest on the bank, and feed its family.
I'm yet to find mine.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friend
Charming is the Sun in limelight
Great is the peak of mountain
Sweet is the fragrance of Rose
Motivating is the bee in hive
Lovely is the full blue moon
Inspiring is the cool night breeze
Feeble are the strings of silk
Precious are the rings of gold
Creative is the lord of all!
Best among his works is one...
one who follows like air
one who stands firm like ground
one who gives life like water
one who is untouchable by evil, like fire
and one who is never ending like the sky
Blending all five of the elements, God made a Friend.
Great is the peak of mountain
Sweet is the fragrance of Rose
Motivating is the bee in hive
Lovely is the full blue moon
Inspiring is the cool night breeze
Feeble are the strings of silk
Precious are the rings of gold
Creative is the lord of all!
Best among his works is one...
one who follows like air
one who stands firm like ground
one who gives life like water
one who is untouchable by evil, like fire
and one who is never ending like the sky
Blending all five of the elements, God made a Friend.
Monday, April 19, 2010
I'm a Tide
I am born somewhere in the deep sea
with a heart full of fantasy
In search of the dreamland, with all my companions,
around all the days and nights,
on full-moon and going calm otherwise...
I'm exposed to Sun and Wind,
…..open to dust and dead-wings
…..twisted in whirlpools and drenched by rain
…..tilted with paddles of boats
…..frozen in winter and warmed in summer
…..I have in me, tears of little foe Solomon
…..and loads of Ocean mom's hope
Colorful birds are a piece of joy
…..broken ships and deserted shafts are my rest-houses
…..very afraid if thunderstorms and violent winds, I'm helpless at breaking yachts and drowning fishermen
…..witnessing the cracking vessels and crying men
Facing all the ups and downs, I'm finally at my destiny
…..lying down on the land, I feel the hard crust
…..and hear the shallow waters in the hollow shells
…..amazing at flying blades of ocean grass, and dancing crabs along the damp shore,
…..elated by my victory, relaxed a moment, not noticing my departing friends.
When I opened my eyes, found myself running amidst all my new companions, deep in the sea…..
Race is on, once again,
…..towards a new landscape…..
And that’s what is 'LIFE'…..
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Be a Roman in Rome. Not in France.
A person’s heart is the ultimate identification of his character. But it is not visible to everyone; not to anyone who doesn’t feel it. All those who can’t or don’t feel it will judge only with the outward look.
Our dressing, composure, mannerisms, body-language and the way we carry ourselves are quick indices of the image in others’ views. Whenever I see people who dress gaudy, who overdo something to gain the immediate attention of everyone around, who paint themselves with creams and lotions to showcase a false glow; I remember few people in my life.
A professor of Mathematics in my college, a person who is known through all the prestigious institutions in India, is the first in line I’d like to quote. He wears a Kutha and Dhothi, bathroom-chappals and an old pair of spectacles. If he is not carrying his identification, I’m very sure he’ll not be allowed to trespass even the gates of any of the National and International Conferences he attends. Behind the gray-haired unmarried-person in his late fifties with a long-beard who demands for every single pie for each minute of his lectures, no one will ever notice the disciplined and self-less person who contributes majority of his earnings to charity. He doesn’t refer any of his students to industry giants like TI, Intel,Motorola and Philips; and always teaches them the hard way. I appreciate him because I know his talent and principles, but for a stranger, his looks mean merely an elderly orthodox.
The second person is a lady faculty in my college, a graduate in Mathematics, who was hardly five years elder to us. The dark-complexioned lady used to wear dazzling Saris, low-back blouse and simple jewelry. She speaks fair English, and more than the language, she communicates the meaning with her benevolent eyes and glittering smiles. She would look like Sushmitha Sen in ‘Main Hoon Na’, if watched with dark sun-glasses. Though she was quite composed and carried herself very well, there were people who hated for her color and there were people who used to appreciate her friendly nature as well. And there were people who used to throw weird comments on her. There were a few who tried their best to approach her for their wicked intentions, but failed every time. Though she never entertained any one, she gave ample chance for everyone to comment her. She was trying to overcome the setback of her complexion with her dressing and body-language; she forgot that they are provocations in the senses of any average person in a semi-urban Indian society.
The third person is a classmate of mine, who used to dress-up in trousers and tops, most of the time. She was very frigid, and as uncomfortable with most of the other girls in the class as they were with her. I always thought that she was suffering either from some neurological-disorder or a serious mental-depression. She wore short-shirts and always used to pull her shirt down her waist. One day in our classroom, we overheard her mentioning to the new shirt she is wearing was picked with great interest. And as always it was short and she was pulling it, to hide her waist-line. When you are not comfortable with what you are wearing and how it looks on you, why wear it at the first place; and that too with choice? And when you’ve bought an outfit knowing its dimensions and your appearance in it, why bother the poking eyes?
The next is a classmate of mine. Once on a college-tour, I was enjoying the beach. A common friend of our group headed straight to me asked for my shirt, when she found her trousers torn while in the water. I don’t know if it was because there was no one else in the reach who could understand her problem without being told, or because she felt that I’m one who will help her without any question; I took-off my shirt and gave it to her. She wore it and simply walked away. There were people who thought I was playing cheap tricks in front of all the females and there are people who were disgusted with exposure of lean and shapeless body. Later when she returned the shirt with a thankful smile, there was just silence. Had she dressed herself in something that was apt for a beach, she wouldn't have faced such awkward situation.
The last person I’d like to quote is a close friend of mine. One day in the college, a complaint was lodged on a couple of guys who have commented a girl. That day while we were waiting in the bus-stop, my friend told that those guys should be punished for what they’ve done. We boarded the bus with two of her roomies and in no time she was crushing her teeth at a girl, a stranger in the bus, who was wearing a skin-tight dress, and whom few guys were ogling at. She commented that the girl is the reason for trouble and she should learn how to dress decently. One of my friend’s roomies was wearing a low-neck chudidar, with the dupatta struck to her neck and there were a group of guys who were more than ogling at her. When I mentioned it to my friend, she waived-off my words saying “….don’t be jealous….she is a beauty and they are admiring her beauty…and moreover dupatta is part of dress and not a wrapper to cover anything”. For next few minutes while I was trying to understand her views towards different people probably in the same situation, she complained about a guy at our back “he is giving a hungry-stare. He should be thrown out of the bus. Why don’t you find out what his problem is and warn him not to look at me..?”
I was dumb-fold at four different views about four people who are all in the same situation, the only difference being who they are to her. While the first person was someone whom she knows in the college, the guys were to be punished. As the second person was a total stranger, she doesn’t know how to dress decently. The third being her roommate and close friend is perfect and not to be blamed. And as the guys were handsome and charming, their appreciation was appreciated. And finally when it comes to her and as the guy was crude and shabby, he should be kicked out of the bus.
When you dress-up in an outfit knowing very well that it is revealing and that it certainly attracts attention of everyone, you shouldn’t be cursing if the attention is unpleasant. When your dress is sure to attract anyone who passes by, you shouldn’t crib if it attracts any trouble. You should be wise to learn from the experiences, or you should experience the effects of your actions.
They say “While in Rome be Roman”. Some people infer this statement as ‘change yourself as per the situations’ while some other interpret it as ‘shed thy soul and jump into the new world’.
I somehow feel both are partially correct and also incorrect in their own sense.
While one is in a new place or under new conditions he has to understand and align to them. One has to mend himself to make a better person, as well as he should prefer and preserve his identity. While trying to catch-up with the pace of the generation, one has to be cautious in choosing what suits him the best.
There was a batch mate of mine who often said “If you change a bit, you are not yourself”. When I added - “If you can’t bring-in a change you wanted, you can never be yourself”, he agreed to what I said. While you have to change the auxiliary habits and routine, you’ve to preserve the core values which identify you in crowds of hundreds and thousands.
Our dressing, composure, mannerisms, body-language and the way we carry ourselves are quick indices of the image in others’ views. Whenever I see people who dress gaudy, who overdo something to gain the immediate attention of everyone around, who paint themselves with creams and lotions to showcase a false glow; I remember few people in my life.
A professor of Mathematics in my college, a person who is known through all the prestigious institutions in India, is the first in line I’d like to quote. He wears a Kutha and Dhothi, bathroom-chappals and an old pair of spectacles. If he is not carrying his identification, I’m very sure he’ll not be allowed to trespass even the gates of any of the National and International Conferences he attends. Behind the gray-haired unmarried-person in his late fifties with a long-beard who demands for every single pie for each minute of his lectures, no one will ever notice the disciplined and self-less person who contributes majority of his earnings to charity. He doesn’t refer any of his students to industry giants like TI, Intel,
The second person is a lady faculty in my college, a graduate in Mathematics, who was hardly five years elder to us. The dark-complexioned lady used to wear dazzling Saris, low-back blouse and simple jewelry. She speaks fair English, and more than the language, she communicates the meaning with her benevolent eyes and glittering smiles. She would look like Sushmitha Sen in ‘Main Hoon Na’, if watched with dark sun-glasses. Though she was quite composed and carried herself very well, there were people who hated for her color and there were people who used to appreciate her friendly nature as well. And there were people who used to throw weird comments on her. There were a few who tried their best to approach her for their wicked intentions, but failed every time. Though she never entertained any one, she gave ample chance for everyone to comment her. She was trying to overcome the setback of her complexion with her dressing and body-language; she forgot that they are provocations in the senses of any average person in a semi-urban Indian society.
The third person is a classmate of mine, who used to dress-up in trousers and tops, most of the time. She was very frigid, and as uncomfortable with most of the other girls in the class as they were with her. I always thought that she was suffering either from some neurological-disorder or a serious mental-depression. She wore short-shirts and always used to pull her shirt down her waist. One day in our classroom, we overheard her mentioning to the new shirt she is wearing was picked with great interest. And as always it was short and she was pulling it, to hide her waist-line. When you are not comfortable with what you are wearing and how it looks on you, why wear it at the first place; and that too with choice? And when you’ve bought an outfit knowing its dimensions and your appearance in it, why bother the poking eyes?
The next is a classmate of mine. Once on a college-tour, I was enjoying the beach. A common friend of our group headed straight to me asked for my shirt, when she found her trousers torn while in the water. I don’t know if it was because there was no one else in the reach who could understand her problem without being told, or because she felt that I’m one who will help her without any question; I took-off my shirt and gave it to her. She wore it and simply walked away. There were people who thought I was playing cheap tricks in front of all the females and there are people who were disgusted with exposure of lean and shapeless body. Later when she returned the shirt with a thankful smile, there was just silence. Had she dressed herself in something that was apt for a beach, she wouldn't have faced such awkward situation.
The last person I’d like to quote is a close friend of mine. One day in the college, a complaint was lodged on a couple of guys who have commented a girl. That day while we were waiting in the bus-stop, my friend told that those guys should be punished for what they’ve done. We boarded the bus with two of her roomies and in no time she was crushing her teeth at a girl, a stranger in the bus, who was wearing a skin-tight dress, and whom few guys were ogling at. She commented that the girl is the reason for trouble and she should learn how to dress decently. One of my friend’s roomies was wearing a low-neck chudidar, with the dupatta struck to her neck and there were a group of guys who were more than ogling at her. When I mentioned it to my friend, she waived-off my words saying “….don’t be jealous….she is a beauty and they are admiring her beauty…and moreover dupatta is part of dress and not a wrapper to cover anything”. For next few minutes while I was trying to understand her views towards different people probably in the same situation, she complained about a guy at our back “he is giving a hungry-stare. He should be thrown out of the bus. Why don’t you find out what his problem is and warn him not to look at me..?”
I was dumb-fold at four different views about four people who are all in the same situation, the only difference being who they are to her. While the first person was someone whom she knows in the college, the guys were to be punished. As the second person was a total stranger, she doesn’t know how to dress decently. The third being her roommate and close friend is perfect and not to be blamed. And as the guys were handsome and charming, their appreciation was appreciated. And finally when it comes to her and as the guy was crude and shabby, he should be kicked out of the bus.
When you dress-up in an outfit knowing very well that it is revealing and that it certainly attracts attention of everyone, you shouldn’t be cursing if the attention is unpleasant. When your dress is sure to attract anyone who passes by, you shouldn’t crib if it attracts any trouble. You should be wise to learn from the experiences, or you should experience the effects of your actions.
They say “While in Rome be Roman”. Some people infer this statement as ‘change yourself as per the situations’ while some other interpret it as ‘shed thy soul and jump into the new world’.
I somehow feel both are partially correct and also incorrect in their own sense.
While one is in a new place or under new conditions he has to understand and align to them. One has to mend himself to make a better person, as well as he should prefer and preserve his identity. While trying to catch-up with the pace of the generation, one has to be cautious in choosing what suits him the best.
There was a batch mate of mine who often said “If you change a bit, you are not yourself”. When I added - “If you can’t bring-in a change you wanted, you can never be yourself”, he agreed to what I said. While you have to change the auxiliary habits and routine, you’ve to preserve the core values which identify you in crowds of hundreds and thousands.
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