THE ONLY WAY
He was there, in the middle of the jungle, amidst the infinite darkness and that torrential rain. It was really bone crushing. He was using the light of the intermittent lightning to find a way, the only way! Neurons were at their best. He was moving, yes he could. There he could see the hope in that terrifying lightning. He moved..there was this light..sparkling eyes…neurons were at best..it was so near..so much light..and suddenly it was all over. The hopelessly hopeful lightning had fallen. He was there in the middle of that terrifying jungle calm, quite..no hope.
ORGY
He came, he stayed and he left. He just couldn’t notice it!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Changing Times
Oh child!
You are born with everything- everything!
Childhood milk gets metamorphosed in simulated emotions,
You throw up the former out of ignorance; you cough up the later with full cognizance
Initially your feet imitate animals, later every move mirrors animals
Your changing faces, was so puzzling yet so enjoyable,
Now even your fixed gestures, creates confusion,
You enjoyed listening fictitious stories,
Now you derive pleasure from concocting stories,
At times, you tend to sense the changing waves,
But let the waves cross making yourself invisible – covered under the blanket of “time”
Oh Child,
You take refuse under the unfathomable mist of changing time,
You transform a simple word “life”, into a metaphysical question
Thus you overcome your conscience, and call this pragmatism
Oh Child!
You were born with everything, still you desired more,
You worked hard to transform mere desire into necessity,
It all started with simplification,
It can be simplified in one way – only one way,
Every other way could only complicate,
You forgot this lesson, or may be you simply ignored.
You are born with everything- everything!
Childhood milk gets metamorphosed in simulated emotions,
You throw up the former out of ignorance; you cough up the later with full cognizance
Initially your feet imitate animals, later every move mirrors animals
Your changing faces, was so puzzling yet so enjoyable,
Now even your fixed gestures, creates confusion,
You enjoyed listening fictitious stories,
Now you derive pleasure from concocting stories,
At times, you tend to sense the changing waves,
But let the waves cross making yourself invisible – covered under the blanket of “time”
Oh Child,
You take refuse under the unfathomable mist of changing time,
You transform a simple word “life”, into a metaphysical question
Thus you overcome your conscience, and call this pragmatism
Oh Child!
You were born with everything, still you desired more,
You worked hard to transform mere desire into necessity,
It all started with simplification,
It can be simplified in one way – only one way,
Every other way could only complicate,
You forgot this lesson, or may be you simply ignored.
Reason
You are like Kafka’s men;
The door is built for you to enter the palace,
But the guard will not let you enter,
The guard knows it; you also know that the guard knows it
A simple fact “the gate is built for you to enter”
A mere existence of the door makes you wait till the end,
You remained content with a simple thought of existence,
Existence in isolation, means nothing,
The idea was to enter the palace, not just to have a door,
You can’t blame the guard,
He did what he was supposed to do,
You forgot what you were supposed to do
You ignored the lessons of life;
Here desire gets tormented, feelings are smothered;
Efforts are ameliorated and results get destroyed.
Every yes consists of different “nos”
You are free inside a boundary, and freedom comes with guidelines
These are given conditions,
You may take it as an eternal truth or a mere aberration,
You have to take a decision – decision with far reaching implications
Everything will change – good or bad
I have no answer – no one has one,
Time will decide – any good or any bad
You may want to give it a try!
The door is built for you to enter the palace,
But the guard will not let you enter,
The guard knows it; you also know that the guard knows it
A simple fact “the gate is built for you to enter”
A mere existence of the door makes you wait till the end,
You remained content with a simple thought of existence,
Existence in isolation, means nothing,
The idea was to enter the palace, not just to have a door,
You can’t blame the guard,
He did what he was supposed to do,
You forgot what you were supposed to do
You ignored the lessons of life;
Here desire gets tormented, feelings are smothered;
Efforts are ameliorated and results get destroyed.
Every yes consists of different “nos”
You are free inside a boundary, and freedom comes with guidelines
These are given conditions,
You may take it as an eternal truth or a mere aberration,
You have to take a decision – decision with far reaching implications
Everything will change – good or bad
I have no answer – no one has one,
Time will decide – any good or any bad
You may want to give it a try!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Face to Face
Tell me about yourself- enigma, puzzle, yet to be known
Still you describe with clarity in detail – details are assumed to be revealing.
What have you done – buried in the dust or kept in the library with yellow books,
Still you explain one by one – to show that a treasurer is still awaited.
What can you do – given, written and visible on the wall
You still say it loudly – to believe that you also believe it.
How can you say that – for the sake of saying, just a formality
You bring rationale and weave it – to convey the weakest link is not the ultimate strength.
What you want to do in future – alas! The eternal illusion
Pause, halt, dilemma, qualm and finally you utter- want to be on the other side!
All said and all done - you did the greatest service to humanity,
You confirmed, fulfilled one ego and subdued other desire,
You did not break the motion – change in momentum is force,
You had very small surface area and the force would have ameliorated you,
You let existence won over identity – you are still a hero!
Still you describe with clarity in detail – details are assumed to be revealing.
What have you done – buried in the dust or kept in the library with yellow books,
Still you explain one by one – to show that a treasurer is still awaited.
What can you do – given, written and visible on the wall
You still say it loudly – to believe that you also believe it.
How can you say that – for the sake of saying, just a formality
You bring rationale and weave it – to convey the weakest link is not the ultimate strength.
What you want to do in future – alas! The eternal illusion
Pause, halt, dilemma, qualm and finally you utter- want to be on the other side!
All said and all done - you did the greatest service to humanity,
You confirmed, fulfilled one ego and subdued other desire,
You did not break the motion – change in momentum is force,
You had very small surface area and the force would have ameliorated you,
You let existence won over identity – you are still a hero!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Sojourn - this summer
Sojourn - a lasting memory
It was this summer, just before we went on different paths,
We had been to the mountains, the hills, the jungle
It was all there, all around, canvassing for more and more visitors!
It all started with that gentle, slow, rhythmic wind,
It was so freezing and made the body shiver,
I miss the pain of the piercing chilly wind.
That full moon night and lonely house,
Cocooned, isolated amidst the vastness of the jungle
We sitting together, sipping cuppa lethargically,
Realizing how small our legs were, wishing we could stretch more,
Striving to make sense out of the unfathomable mountains and drifting clouds,
Sitting in the middle of the jungle, trying to preserve the flickering candle light,
It was empty all around, blanketed with indefinable silence,
The darkness was getting deeper and deeper and trees were looking scary,
But I still long for that peeping moonlight.
That non ending rain, falling on the roof,
One drop is so frustrating but synchronized with infinite others,
They were sounding so dear, so soothing,
The clinking sound of the glasses filled with drinks,
We were all feeling high and aspiring for more,
I still remember the movement of the bodies what we called dance.
It was this summer, just before….
It was this summer, just before we went on different paths,
We had been to the mountains, the hills, the jungle
It was all there, all around, canvassing for more and more visitors!
It all started with that gentle, slow, rhythmic wind,
It was so freezing and made the body shiver,
I miss the pain of the piercing chilly wind.
That full moon night and lonely house,
Cocooned, isolated amidst the vastness of the jungle
We sitting together, sipping cuppa lethargically,
Realizing how small our legs were, wishing we could stretch more,
Striving to make sense out of the unfathomable mountains and drifting clouds,
Sitting in the middle of the jungle, trying to preserve the flickering candle light,
It was empty all around, blanketed with indefinable silence,
The darkness was getting deeper and deeper and trees were looking scary,
But I still long for that peeping moonlight.
That non ending rain, falling on the roof,
One drop is so frustrating but synchronized with infinite others,
They were sounding so dear, so soothing,
The clinking sound of the glasses filled with drinks,
We were all feeling high and aspiring for more,
I still remember the movement of the bodies what we called dance.
It was this summer, just before….
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Sound
They are silent, they are meek,
They speak, but they don't speak "as such".
Hold on! my dear friends
They have no dearth of desire to express - expressions,
They are not deaf either - my Friends.
They open their their mouths, lips do move,
Alas! The energy that comes out moves just the gas, fail to produce sound waves,
Or my dear friends,
They energy does produce sound waves,
Might be the frequency is not audible to us!
They say, reasoning has no significance,
If it fails to provide positive explanation.
But there can be another explanation, less interesting with even lesser acceptability.
Probably they produce sound waves, probably even frequency is audible,
Probably they simply don't speak, what they call "positive".
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Jammu and Kashmir - Current Land Crisis
Recent turmoil in J&K over the land issue has captured more than necessary media attention. The important point is, this issue is being projected as matter of significant national importance. The recent pool result published by The Times on India has added fuel to the fire. This shows how simple propaganda items can steal the share of recognition that truly significant issues like Olympics should otherwise get.
I strongly believe, there are many others, that this J&K issue should not have been given so much of hype, and I have reasons for that. First, J&K is an Indian state like any other state and 40 acres of land transfer-whether right or wrong- can be at max a regional issue. Just because some hooligans - most of them don't even know the history of J&K- have high jacked the political set up and taken the parts for ransom, does not make it a national issue. How many of you think that Rajkumar issue in Karnatka was a national issue, when millions were on road doing something similar. I am not at all interested in the merit of the incidence rather pure events and incidents.
Second, whatever is happening is pure and clear complicity between Pakistan's ISI and Ideologically bankrupt Hurriyat Conference. If I draw a logical analogy, Hurriyat is behaving like ULFA in Assam. Hurriyat is a bunch of self centered, fascist motley crews. They have no progressive agenda, have no solution for any problem. They are left with one and only one work - to act as ISI's puppet.
There is another angle to it, after the present chaotic change in Pakistan and impulsive democratic movement- again motivated by personal agenda rather than democratic principles- ISI is feeling shaky. It’s similar to what happened in NATO camp after USSR dismemberment. NATO was looking for its relevance in the new uni-polar world and Central Europe became the scapegoat. Similarly, ISI's role is being questioned in Pakistan and so they are doing this exercise in Kashmir valley. Therefore, the whole issue is again regional and functionally has diplomatic and military connotation- nothing national in this.
Third and the most important is the inept- I will use this moderate word- Indian leadership. Indian leadership is so engrossed with 123 agreement that they just could not react on time. Any foresighted "political" leader could have guessed it, the moment this issue started. They should have dealt this with due firmness and objectivity in the very beginning. This matter of regional- I will not call it minor- significance demanded pro active optimal treatment, which our leaders simply failed to deliver on. This raises the point and pertinent question- shouldn’t we need strong political leader than a good intellectual leader! After all, we are in a power race. No one gives a damn to what Japan say, when it comes to Japan vs China- I believe you got my point!
So analyzing it from different angles it is clear that it is pure, artificially turned complicated issue is regional and of regional significance.
I will describe why I am harping on regional word in my next article. .
I strongly believe, there are many others, that this J&K issue should not have been given so much of hype, and I have reasons for that. First, J&K is an Indian state like any other state and 40 acres of land transfer-whether right or wrong- can be at max a regional issue. Just because some hooligans - most of them don't even know the history of J&K- have high jacked the political set up and taken the parts for ransom, does not make it a national issue. How many of you think that Rajkumar issue in Karnatka was a national issue, when millions were on road doing something similar. I am not at all interested in the merit of the incidence rather pure events and incidents.
Second, whatever is happening is pure and clear complicity between Pakistan's ISI and Ideologically bankrupt Hurriyat Conference. If I draw a logical analogy, Hurriyat is behaving like ULFA in Assam. Hurriyat is a bunch of self centered, fascist motley crews. They have no progressive agenda, have no solution for any problem. They are left with one and only one work - to act as ISI's puppet.
There is another angle to it, after the present chaotic change in Pakistan and impulsive democratic movement- again motivated by personal agenda rather than democratic principles- ISI is feeling shaky. It’s similar to what happened in NATO camp after USSR dismemberment. NATO was looking for its relevance in the new uni-polar world and Central Europe became the scapegoat. Similarly, ISI's role is being questioned in Pakistan and so they are doing this exercise in Kashmir valley. Therefore, the whole issue is again regional and functionally has diplomatic and military connotation- nothing national in this.
Third and the most important is the inept- I will use this moderate word- Indian leadership. Indian leadership is so engrossed with 123 agreement that they just could not react on time. Any foresighted "political" leader could have guessed it, the moment this issue started. They should have dealt this with due firmness and objectivity in the very beginning. This matter of regional- I will not call it minor- significance demanded pro active optimal treatment, which our leaders simply failed to deliver on. This raises the point and pertinent question- shouldn’t we need strong political leader than a good intellectual leader! After all, we are in a power race. No one gives a damn to what Japan say, when it comes to Japan vs China- I believe you got my point!
So analyzing it from different angles it is clear that it is pure, artificially turned complicated issue is regional and of regional significance.
I will describe why I am harping on regional word in my next article. .
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