Man takes ‘resolutions’ enthusiastically to start the new year afresh only to wither in the coming days. His determination dilutes as the ‘dawn of the new year’ excitement settles down with his existing lazy cells.
I wonder many times, ‘What’s the need for it?’ As for me, resolutions should be taken the moment it comes to my mind.
But none can deny the excitement and hopes the New Year brings into our lives. Nay, this feeling should be made available to our inner selves every minute. Will I ever realize this wisdom?
The clock continues its ticking…..
If alive, I shall resume my writing here in 2008.
Happy New Year 2008!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Flights of love
As the winner of the 'Caption Contest - Week 7' (a friendly contest conducted among interested friends), I am given the honour of hosting week 8 contest. The picture I chose is a ballerina in her best.
Poems have started flowing in already and you can have a look at it here...
http://padmaja.sulekha.com/blog/post/2007/12/caption-contest-week-8.htm
The links are provided in the comments section. Not as a part of contest but just out of interest, I too penned a few lines which are lighter to read. I thought I'll write a story based on this photo. Here I go....
Snow white face I have had in seven
Cuddled my papa as ‘angel’ of heaven
Nightmares I got of studies that dislike
My silence became an ally of my like
Tiptoeing my feet I walked the house whole
Papa enrolled me in ballet worrying my life role
Shirking off my shyness picked up the swings
My narrow waist held the dress as that of wings
I swirled and twirled in the big hall of school
Pointework became my mastery to drool
Challenged the gravity with my flight in air
Extending my legs and arms with utmost care
Soon I became a girl of sweet twenty
Met handsome of dreams in a party
Attracted by his charming gaze on me
Internally fell at his feet in loving glee
He came to see my performance the other day
Sitting in the front row cheered me up in gay
Butterflies in my stomach made me feel so weird
My poise and grace were the best so I heard
Brushing aside the crowd that hauled me to hold
He owned my hands soft to whisper so bold
The words of ‘I love you’ dripped into my heart
Wept in his arms whose charisma I couldn’t thwart
Married to everlasting happiness in a temple
Boy and girl did I deliver as our love symbol
Dances I postponed to raise my little children
Though remembered the stances so often
Lovingly I caress the photo taken thirty years ago
Which is a testimony to our love without ego
No son or daughter we have with us now
For they have found their love to which I bow
Here he comes with a bouquet of flowers
And bends at my feet for a dance at our terrace
Joyfully I accept and ready with my pointework
Swirl slowly now with little flight of leg work
Remembering the steps I pick up soon
To his great wonder under the silvery moon
Holding me he whispers ‘I love you’ so cute
My eyes reflect my emotions of love in mute
Poems have started flowing in already and you can have a look at it here...
http://padmaja.sulekha.com/blog/post/2007/12/caption-contest-week-8.htm
The links are provided in the comments section. Not as a part of contest but just out of interest, I too penned a few lines which are lighter to read. I thought I'll write a story based on this photo. Here I go....
Snow white face I have had in seven
Cuddled my papa as ‘angel’ of heaven
Nightmares I got of studies that dislike
My silence became an ally of my like
Tiptoeing my feet I walked the house whole
Papa enrolled me in ballet worrying my life role
Shirking off my shyness picked up the swings
My narrow waist held the dress as that of wings
I swirled and twirled in the big hall of school
Pointework became my mastery to drool
Challenged the gravity with my flight in air
Extending my legs and arms with utmost care
Soon I became a girl of sweet twenty
Met handsome of dreams in a party
Attracted by his charming gaze on me
Internally fell at his feet in loving glee
He came to see my performance the other day
Sitting in the front row cheered me up in gay
Butterflies in my stomach made me feel so weird
My poise and grace were the best so I heard
Brushing aside the crowd that hauled me to hold
He owned my hands soft to whisper so bold
The words of ‘I love you’ dripped into my heart
Wept in his arms whose charisma I couldn’t thwart
Married to everlasting happiness in a temple
Boy and girl did I deliver as our love symbol
Dances I postponed to raise my little children
Though remembered the stances so often
Lovingly I caress the photo taken thirty years ago
Which is a testimony to our love without ego
No son or daughter we have with us now
For they have found their love to which I bow
Here he comes with a bouquet of flowers
And bends at my feet for a dance at our terrace
Joyfully I accept and ready with my pointework
Swirl slowly now with little flight of leg work
Remembering the steps I pick up soon
To his great wonder under the silvery moon
Holding me he whispers ‘I love you’ so cute
My eyes reflect my emotions of love in mute
Thursday, December 20, 2007
My picture of haven
Taught was I to draw sloping house first
Practised it till I felt a pain in the fist
Mountains and mounds was the trial next
‘Sun’ I added on my own to splatter from the midst
Trees and leaves were difficult to master
Failure I should never admit in the mental plaster
Remembering these echoing words of pastor
Birds and grass my hands smeared from the platter
Boys and girls I was drawing with stencil
Learnt slowly to stroke them with pencil
Wanting to see myself on the picture as beautiful
Carefully learnt how to add colours wonderful
Rays of light got splashed on my canvas so often
Boasted my ego of its mastery in multiples of ten
Started painting a girl on a cycle balancing
Adding houses and trees at the backdrop to look stunning
Bouquets and awards came my way easily
Walked up the stage to collect them joyfully
Reminisced openly my path of learning with pride
To the audience whose mouths gaped so wide
Many a painting my hands would have delivered then
But for the paralysis that prompted me to read Zen
Decided to keep this painting with me hence
Wondering at the insights I too had delivered once
Neither do I wish to acquire houses for pleasure
Nor do I want to be a lady in utter pressure
Looking at the duality of roads that confuse my plight
I meditate everyday to lead me to One Light
Yes, I was the girl of blue and blonde in cycle
Enjoying the bliss with senses that recycle
Now to the surprise of my Father in heaven
I too have grown up from my painting of haven
This poem is written for Caption Contest - Week 7.
P.S. Picture courtesy Harry and Helen.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Silence of the night
I walked alone along the seaside
Only for the feel of sea and sky that unite
I touched the hill top in utter delight
Only for the feel of chill and deep insight
I flew across the clouds of bright
Only for the feel of spineful thrill and might
I played musical notes standing aside
Only for the feel of resonance and rhythm inside
I imagined such scenic beauty freeze around me
Only for the feel of dreaming at my will in glee
I learnt them all from my niece so cute
Only for the feel of dictating this poem in mute
I prayed to God to make me enjoy once
Only for the feel of crippled legs nimble once
I smiled in pain thinking my tryst with light
Only for the feel of flickering my blind sight
I decided to paint my thoughts that strike
Only for the feel of blue and green of my like
I struggled many a time to match your picture
Only for the feel of my emotions fill the pitcher
I am at last reminded of my skin in black and teeth in white
Only to be seated aside near the windowsill right
Now I am waiting for an angel to silence my outside
Only to feel safe and peaceful in my life of night
P.S. Picture courtesy Ramanpreet K
Contest Week 6
Sunday, December 09, 2007
A sonorous wish
I was a bit elated for having finished the book “Fermat’s Last Theorem” by Simon Singh at last a few days ago. This book recommended by my brother has got all the real life drama involving the mathematical wizards of generations to solve a 300 year old mathematical riddle, posed casually by an amateur mathematician, Fermat. The stress and mental agony the mathematicians had undergone on an algebraic equation shook me really. It was a matter of pride for them to solve the centuries old challenge.
Within a couple of days, I was asked to invigilate AMIE exam conducted in The Indian Embassy. I took up the first book of Khushwant Singh, ‘Train to Pakistan’ to kill my boredom. While flipping the first few pages over there, I was not greatly impressed, for it was nothing but description of characters of a sleepy village, Mano Majra. I lost interest and tossed the book aside after reaching home. However, basic instinct prevailed in a couple of days again and hence picked up from where I have left. In fact, the book not only killed my boredom but also highlighted the cruel killings of thousands of innocent lives.
The author has handled human emotions of the gory incidents involving India-Pakistan partition in such a fine fashion that I could not stop thinking of anything else except it. Mano Majra, a village sandwiched between Pakistan and India border houses both mainly Muslims and Sikhs. They respect each other and nevertheless their relationships are always cordial. A murder happens in that village followed by the arrival of a social worker, Iqbal. Jugga budmash & Iqbal are wrongly framed for the murder due to clever Deputy Commissioner, Hukum Chand. In the meantime, a train of Indian corpses arrive Mano Majra from the Pakistan border and that changes the scenario. There is a plot of the young patriotic Sikhs to revenge these types of killings to send a similar train to Pakistan. The volunteers collect near Mano Majra station to avenge their thirst for blood. In the meantime, the Muslims of Mano Majra are evacuated and are supposed to travel in the same train. What happens in the end is something to be read.
I am thoroughly disturbed by the author’s lucid narration of incidents involving this partition. I remember crying after watching the TV serial ‘Tamas’ and disturbed by Rani’s death in ‘Hey Ram’. But this story is beyond all those. I am completely absorbed by the emotions, for it is true even today. In the name of religion, people are tossed like toys by politicians, bureaucrats, terrorists etc.
Who should be blamed for these ongoing killings as the lick of blood is still wanted in many communities to revive the rivalries?
• Visionary of the British rulers for their cunning ploy of dividing the erstwhile undivided Bharat?
• Or the insensible and irresponsible people for succumbing to such emotional bargains?
• Or the diplomacy of the government in tackling such horrid recurring of incidents?
• Or anybody and everybody?
Sitting in my well protected flat enjoying the pleasures of life, my heart experienced a gale of emotions….
• Should I be contented with my inner world of peace or should I bother about the outer world of war?
• Should I preach non-violence from my haven or should I dare not visit those places even in dreams?
• Should I pray for Lord Kalki’s early arrival to destroy the cunning and the wicked (who spoil the world) if that includes me or should I not react at all?
Anger, vengeance, hatred, malice, revenge are difficult to see their death. No wonder, such chain reactions are hard to settle down. Is there anyone who is physically, mentally and spiritually strong enough to solve this political riddle that’s tearing Mother India and also Earth?
Peace and love must be the only religion, pledge, motto and life of all lives. All I can do is to write such a sonorous wish.
At times of practical and personal crisis, how many ears would this wish genuinely reach including mine – a point to be remembered though.
Within a couple of days, I was asked to invigilate AMIE exam conducted in The Indian Embassy. I took up the first book of Khushwant Singh, ‘Train to Pakistan’ to kill my boredom. While flipping the first few pages over there, I was not greatly impressed, for it was nothing but description of characters of a sleepy village, Mano Majra. I lost interest and tossed the book aside after reaching home. However, basic instinct prevailed in a couple of days again and hence picked up from where I have left. In fact, the book not only killed my boredom but also highlighted the cruel killings of thousands of innocent lives.
The author has handled human emotions of the gory incidents involving India-Pakistan partition in such a fine fashion that I could not stop thinking of anything else except it. Mano Majra, a village sandwiched between Pakistan and India border houses both mainly Muslims and Sikhs. They respect each other and nevertheless their relationships are always cordial. A murder happens in that village followed by the arrival of a social worker, Iqbal. Jugga budmash & Iqbal are wrongly framed for the murder due to clever Deputy Commissioner, Hukum Chand. In the meantime, a train of Indian corpses arrive Mano Majra from the Pakistan border and that changes the scenario. There is a plot of the young patriotic Sikhs to revenge these types of killings to send a similar train to Pakistan. The volunteers collect near Mano Majra station to avenge their thirst for blood. In the meantime, the Muslims of Mano Majra are evacuated and are supposed to travel in the same train. What happens in the end is something to be read.
I am thoroughly disturbed by the author’s lucid narration of incidents involving this partition. I remember crying after watching the TV serial ‘Tamas’ and disturbed by Rani’s death in ‘Hey Ram’. But this story is beyond all those. I am completely absorbed by the emotions, for it is true even today. In the name of religion, people are tossed like toys by politicians, bureaucrats, terrorists etc.
Who should be blamed for these ongoing killings as the lick of blood is still wanted in many communities to revive the rivalries?
• Visionary of the British rulers for their cunning ploy of dividing the erstwhile undivided Bharat?
• Or the insensible and irresponsible people for succumbing to such emotional bargains?
• Or the diplomacy of the government in tackling such horrid recurring of incidents?
• Or anybody and everybody?
Sitting in my well protected flat enjoying the pleasures of life, my heart experienced a gale of emotions….
• Should I be contented with my inner world of peace or should I bother about the outer world of war?
• Should I preach non-violence from my haven or should I dare not visit those places even in dreams?
• Should I pray for Lord Kalki’s early arrival to destroy the cunning and the wicked (who spoil the world) if that includes me or should I not react at all?
Anger, vengeance, hatred, malice, revenge are difficult to see their death. No wonder, such chain reactions are hard to settle down. Is there anyone who is physically, mentally and spiritually strong enough to solve this political riddle that’s tearing Mother India and also Earth?
Peace and love must be the only religion, pledge, motto and life of all lives. All I can do is to write such a sonorous wish.
At times of practical and personal crisis, how many ears would this wish genuinely reach including mine – a point to be remembered though.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Mind & Body, Heart & Soul
Yesterday I came face to face with the fact that ‘Music is divine’. Even now when I think of it, my eyes dispose tears of joy.
Atul & I (courtesy of the generous husband) attended the live concert of the performance of maestros held in the Bahrain Exhibition Centre between 8:30 & 10:30 p.m. yesterday.
The maestros were :
Tabla – Zakir Hussain
Mandolin – U. Srinivas
Vocals – Shankar Mahadevan
Drums & Percussion – Sivamani
These artists are really gifted for they took us with ease to a different world of magic and divinity of music. I was in total awe looking at the mind boggling gimmicks of the dynamic Sivamani, fantastic beats of Zakir Hussain, breathtaking swaras of Shankar Mahadevan and impeccable play of Srinivas. No more words do I find to say more.
Spending BD 40/- for two tickets is expensive for us. But it is really worth paying, for the proceeds are likely to go to charity for lighting up the eyes of the blind and also for providing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hear those great masters of their fields.
I came home with a headache (migraine) as usual for I am noise allergic but then I can afford to experience pain along with pleasure sometimes. For it was a rare occasion to feed my body, mind, heart & soul with high-class music.
Atul & I (courtesy of the generous husband) attended the live concert of the performance of maestros held in the Bahrain Exhibition Centre between 8:30 & 10:30 p.m. yesterday.
The maestros were :
Tabla – Zakir Hussain
Mandolin – U. Srinivas
Vocals – Shankar Mahadevan
Drums & Percussion – Sivamani
These artists are really gifted for they took us with ease to a different world of magic and divinity of music. I was in total awe looking at the mind boggling gimmicks of the dynamic Sivamani, fantastic beats of Zakir Hussain, breathtaking swaras of Shankar Mahadevan and impeccable play of Srinivas. No more words do I find to say more.
Spending BD 40/- for two tickets is expensive for us. But it is really worth paying, for the proceeds are likely to go to charity for lighting up the eyes of the blind and also for providing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hear those great masters of their fields.
I came home with a headache (migraine) as usual for I am noise allergic but then I can afford to experience pain along with pleasure sometimes. For it was a rare occasion to feed my body, mind, heart & soul with high-class music.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Arts & artists - can they be compared?
I chanced upon a quote of Leonardo Da Vinci which said, “The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things, and far below the musician in that of invisible things.”
He had the right to compare poetry with painting and music as he was a gigantic fusion of being a scientist, mathematician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, painter, sculptor, architect, botanist, musician, poet and writer.
A deep thought on his statement triggered off the following points in my mind.....
• Even a 3 month old baby can respond to lilting music
• Even a 3 year old appreciates painting
• But sometimes even a 30 year old doesn’t show interest in poetry
They are true for a common man whose senses are intact.
What about those deaf, dumb and blind? Where do they stand in the regions of visible and invisible things?
A deaf can never feel the musical notes on his ears. He is not aware that music truly surpasses the language barriers and stirs the listening heart expressing its cosmic unity of souls. He is even deprived of enjoying the rustling of leaves, roaring of waves, pounding of heart, laughter of a baby, whack on the head, tapping on the stagnant water, rushing of rivers, clapping of hands, lighting of a matchstick, …….. His world is one of meditative state of silence which a spiritual man wants to achieve. In fact, forms and frames take him to far greater heights.
A born blind on the other hand is deprived of enjoying the beautiful sceneries, landscapes, waterfalls, clouds, oceans, waves, mountains, stars, sky, man, woman, physical display of emotions…….. Have we ever bothered to find out how does he shape his world of beings and things? I often wonder on these lines as he has no base to construct anything; as his world is one of the unknown horizons. So, the magic of painting has no place in his life whereas his extraordinary sensory organs can capture music to make him travel quickly beyond his dark world.
What if one is blind and deaf? How did Helen Keller manage to live in a world without sounds and images? What her life would have been if not for Anne Sullivan? I dread to think of such a situation for myself as I could not have differentiated between a lion and a tiger till my death.
While painting is reachable for deaf and music for blind, writing is one such art form which can give life to both. And poetry is a branch of it.
Poetry has its own world of charms and dreams, imaginations and beauty, subtleties and creativity.
Shakespeare says,
“The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
The only eligibility criterion for a reader to capture the poet’s frenzied imagination is the language.
Don’t we all (that includes deaf & blind) learn at least one language in our lifetime?
The irony is, Da Vinci compared artists of different arts. Just like one needs to master the language to become a laudable poet, did he not know that the strokes of a painter should also be free-flowing and musical notes of a musician should be one of exemplary perfection? What is a visible thing and an invisible thing according to him?
So long one has brain, so long one’s thought processes are alive, imagination and perfection are necessary for any art form, is it not?
As for me, where your interest lies, that’s where matters begin and end whether it is music or painting or poetry. You can trip down to visible and invisible things as per your wish in your own world.
Let me clarify here that this piece of writing is not to attack or defend Da Vinci's statement. I simply adore him for what he was, as it is said that the world is yet to see such a genius still. And he has a right to hold this opinion from his viewpoint.
It is mainly intended to explore different worlds of different people capable of mastering different arts in their presentation and representation.
He had the right to compare poetry with painting and music as he was a gigantic fusion of being a scientist, mathematician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, painter, sculptor, architect, botanist, musician, poet and writer.
A deep thought on his statement triggered off the following points in my mind.....
• Even a 3 month old baby can respond to lilting music
• Even a 3 year old appreciates painting
• But sometimes even a 30 year old doesn’t show interest in poetry
They are true for a common man whose senses are intact.
What about those deaf, dumb and blind? Where do they stand in the regions of visible and invisible things?
A deaf can never feel the musical notes on his ears. He is not aware that music truly surpasses the language barriers and stirs the listening heart expressing its cosmic unity of souls. He is even deprived of enjoying the rustling of leaves, roaring of waves, pounding of heart, laughter of a baby, whack on the head, tapping on the stagnant water, rushing of rivers, clapping of hands, lighting of a matchstick, …….. His world is one of meditative state of silence which a spiritual man wants to achieve. In fact, forms and frames take him to far greater heights.
A born blind on the other hand is deprived of enjoying the beautiful sceneries, landscapes, waterfalls, clouds, oceans, waves, mountains, stars, sky, man, woman, physical display of emotions…….. Have we ever bothered to find out how does he shape his world of beings and things? I often wonder on these lines as he has no base to construct anything; as his world is one of the unknown horizons. So, the magic of painting has no place in his life whereas his extraordinary sensory organs can capture music to make him travel quickly beyond his dark world.
What if one is blind and deaf? How did Helen Keller manage to live in a world without sounds and images? What her life would have been if not for Anne Sullivan? I dread to think of such a situation for myself as I could not have differentiated between a lion and a tiger till my death.
While painting is reachable for deaf and music for blind, writing is one such art form which can give life to both. And poetry is a branch of it.
Poetry has its own world of charms and dreams, imaginations and beauty, subtleties and creativity.
Shakespeare says,
“The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
The only eligibility criterion for a reader to capture the poet’s frenzied imagination is the language.
Don’t we all (that includes deaf & blind) learn at least one language in our lifetime?
The irony is, Da Vinci compared artists of different arts. Just like one needs to master the language to become a laudable poet, did he not know that the strokes of a painter should also be free-flowing and musical notes of a musician should be one of exemplary perfection? What is a visible thing and an invisible thing according to him?
So long one has brain, so long one’s thought processes are alive, imagination and perfection are necessary for any art form, is it not?
As for me, where your interest lies, that’s where matters begin and end whether it is music or painting or poetry. You can trip down to visible and invisible things as per your wish in your own world.
Let me clarify here that this piece of writing is not to attack or defend Da Vinci's statement. I simply adore him for what he was, as it is said that the world is yet to see such a genius still. And he has a right to hold this opinion from his viewpoint.
It is mainly intended to explore different worlds of different people capable of mastering different arts in their presentation and representation.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Euphoria
Go to a beach nearby
Leave your slippers aside
Feel the tickle of sand underneath
Swallow the beauty of waves in your eyes
Walk slowly towards the sea
Delete all around you from consciousness
Let the first wave kiss your feet
Viola!
That’s a euphoric moment
Let the matter and water mix within you
Retain the chillness touching your adrenaline
Zoom ahead with your emotions
Laugh or smile liberally
I can assure you one thing
Whoever feels desolate
He/she is sure to feel -
Come what may in life
I am loved by Him always
Leave your slippers aside
Feel the tickle of sand underneath
Swallow the beauty of waves in your eyes
Walk slowly towards the sea
Delete all around you from consciousness
Let the first wave kiss your feet
Viola!
That’s a euphoric moment
Let the matter and water mix within you
Retain the chillness touching your adrenaline
Zoom ahead with your emotions
Laugh or smile liberally
I can assure you one thing
Whoever feels desolate
He/she is sure to feel -
Come what may in life
I am loved by Him always
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Those droplets…
Your every effort
May look insignificant
But actually they are not
Watch those droplets
Filling the bucket
Slowly and steadily…
Your effort is nothing
But those priceless droplets
He told me the other day
Obeying his words
I sat before those droplets
And watched them patiently
Alas!
I realised all of a sudden
That I had already wasted
Those droplets of time
From my bucket full of life
Does anybody know
How many droplets
Can I afford to fit in still?
May look insignificant
But actually they are not
Watch those droplets
Filling the bucket
Slowly and steadily…
Your effort is nothing
But those priceless droplets
He told me the other day
Obeying his words
I sat before those droplets
And watched them patiently
Alas!
I realised all of a sudden
That I had already wasted
Those droplets of time
From my bucket full of life
Does anybody know
How many droplets
Can I afford to fit in still?
Saturday, November 17, 2007
'The trail' in GDN
One more poem 'The trail' is published in Gulf Daily News today.
http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/story.asp?Article=200185&Sn=BNEW&IssueID=30242
http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/story.asp?Article=200185&Sn=BNEW&IssueID=30242
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Silhouettes of souls
There was an attractive liquid smile
On my lips with an innocent finish
Adorning the mirror of anomaly
Radiating youth with silver strands
Deceiving the ruthless age clock
In a flash least expected
Those stiletto cuts of time
Slithered my body in a cross
Pushing to the dominion of decompose
With a thumping expertise
Realising my stance less stance
In the form of a spiritless spirit
I visualised those silver images
That caressed my erstwhile life
With care, concern and love
Helpless, as I looked ahead in a jiffy
With a welled up heart and teary eyes
An angel of all-encompassing love
Held my left hand to raise the right
Towards the kingdom of souls
A luminous light with matchless velocity
Enveloped my matter-less bosom softly
Playing the ballroom scenes
Of those silhouettes that cared me
Which left me alone staggered
I found the shadows of my old life
And the love of those silhouettes
Were only whimsical play of Light
That kept changing its hues
Switching my cries and laughter
With a shapeless smile of peace
I shrugged my blemishes in a wink
And whisk passed my body & those silhouettes
With a will to be a soul of Light -
A birth that sees no death
On my lips with an innocent finish
Adorning the mirror of anomaly
Radiating youth with silver strands
Deceiving the ruthless age clock
In a flash least expected
Those stiletto cuts of time
Slithered my body in a cross
Pushing to the dominion of decompose
With a thumping expertise
Realising my stance less stance
In the form of a spiritless spirit
I visualised those silver images
That caressed my erstwhile life
With care, concern and love
Helpless, as I looked ahead in a jiffy
With a welled up heart and teary eyes
An angel of all-encompassing love
Held my left hand to raise the right
Towards the kingdom of souls
A luminous light with matchless velocity
Enveloped my matter-less bosom softly
Playing the ballroom scenes
Of those silhouettes that cared me
Which left me alone staggered
I found the shadows of my old life
And the love of those silhouettes
Were only whimsical play of Light
That kept changing its hues
Switching my cries and laughter
With a shapeless smile of peace
I shrugged my blemishes in a wink
And whisk passed my body & those silhouettes
With a will to be a soul of Light -
A birth that sees no death
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
A thought to share
Palace is not in my wish-list to God
Diamonds are not my passion to guard
Fame is not what I want in this life
Power is not my forte in this world of strife
Think I do with grandeur in mind
Work is what makes my body grind
Laughter I share in a candid way
Hurt is what I do the least in a day
A walk along the seashore is fine
Nature bends to cajole me in line
Kisses I plant on babies not to tame
Wish to play life as a serene game
One needs fortitude to pursue their track
But weaknesses are holding me to crack
Giggle I do a lot in innocence
After all, immortal I am in essence
My works may die with my funeral
Big Bang too would see its doom corporeal
Rimless rim is the vibration of the sage
Light up all lives in your way is my message
Diwali greetings to all!
Diamonds are not my passion to guard
Fame is not what I want in this life
Power is not my forte in this world of strife
Think I do with grandeur in mind
Work is what makes my body grind
Laughter I share in a candid way
Hurt is what I do the least in a day
A walk along the seashore is fine
Nature bends to cajole me in line
Kisses I plant on babies not to tame
Wish to play life as a serene game
One needs fortitude to pursue their track
But weaknesses are holding me to crack
Giggle I do a lot in innocence
After all, immortal I am in essence
My works may die with my funeral
Big Bang too would see its doom corporeal
Rimless rim is the vibration of the sage
Light up all lives in your way is my message
Diwali greetings to all!
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Grotesque gait
Have you ever watched the limping of stray dogs and cats? Do you feel anything at that time?
As a young girl, I used to fondle our pet dog, Mothi. I was very possessive of that black King. I could never tolerate any passing remark on him. While my parents would be fuming at his mischievous adventures in and around our house, I used to amuse, enjoy and cuddle him for what he was. In a few words, he was a part of our big family, so much so that during arati time everyday he would attend wherever he might be hiding in our compound. He was a beast of carefree attitude, yet would love to demand all attention on him.
All his bravery would be dissolved during Diwali time. I still vividly remember how he would manage to hide himself under the bed shaking and shivering with every sound of cracker. I lost charm in bursting crackers because of him as I didn’t want to give any kind of discomfort. In fact, I have learnt an important lesson of not giving pain to other beings out of my pleasure. That includes all stray dogs and cats on the roads.
With the arrival of Mothi into our household and his part of growing along with me, I understood how painful life must be for the homeless creatures, whether beast or human. Whenever I see children throwing stones on these hapless beings, I would get angry and admonish them not to do so. The echoes of such painful howls reverberates in my brain for a long time and it is more aching to see those limping animals fleeing for life from the young thugs. And I had always protected Mothi from such unscrupulous kids during my daily walks with him.
Mind you, I had limped only a few times to feel its real impact. But that was in childhood.
Yesterday, in a whirlwind mood to finish off the work before guests could arrive for lunch, I was buzzing in the kitchen like a tornado. Unexpected it was though unavoidable, a glass bowl kissed the ground with a cling clang sound scattering the glass pieces all over my usual den. One managed to pierce my left heel and damaged my normal walk. A few ounces of blood oozed but neither did I have time to mourn for this temporary loss nor for the shooting pain along with the leg pain (below left knee) I am experiencing of late. I managed to realize them only when they all left late in the evening.
The effect – I am limping now. Damage is done easily but mending takes time. So, always be alert. I learnt this important lesson yesterday one more time. Not only had I lost the glass bowl but also have gained a temporary grotesque gait.
It is hard to balance the whole body on one leg. How could these physically challenged people survive? A big salute to them all!
P.S. Invitation for New Year celebrations was extended to us by one of the guests spontaneously.
As a young girl, I used to fondle our pet dog, Mothi. I was very possessive of that black King. I could never tolerate any passing remark on him. While my parents would be fuming at his mischievous adventures in and around our house, I used to amuse, enjoy and cuddle him for what he was. In a few words, he was a part of our big family, so much so that during arati time everyday he would attend wherever he might be hiding in our compound. He was a beast of carefree attitude, yet would love to demand all attention on him.
All his bravery would be dissolved during Diwali time. I still vividly remember how he would manage to hide himself under the bed shaking and shivering with every sound of cracker. I lost charm in bursting crackers because of him as I didn’t want to give any kind of discomfort. In fact, I have learnt an important lesson of not giving pain to other beings out of my pleasure. That includes all stray dogs and cats on the roads.
With the arrival of Mothi into our household and his part of growing along with me, I understood how painful life must be for the homeless creatures, whether beast or human. Whenever I see children throwing stones on these hapless beings, I would get angry and admonish them not to do so. The echoes of such painful howls reverberates in my brain for a long time and it is more aching to see those limping animals fleeing for life from the young thugs. And I had always protected Mothi from such unscrupulous kids during my daily walks with him.
Mind you, I had limped only a few times to feel its real impact. But that was in childhood.
Yesterday, in a whirlwind mood to finish off the work before guests could arrive for lunch, I was buzzing in the kitchen like a tornado. Unexpected it was though unavoidable, a glass bowl kissed the ground with a cling clang sound scattering the glass pieces all over my usual den. One managed to pierce my left heel and damaged my normal walk. A few ounces of blood oozed but neither did I have time to mourn for this temporary loss nor for the shooting pain along with the leg pain (below left knee) I am experiencing of late. I managed to realize them only when they all left late in the evening.
The effect – I am limping now. Damage is done easily but mending takes time. So, always be alert. I learnt this important lesson yesterday one more time. Not only had I lost the glass bowl but also have gained a temporary grotesque gait.
It is hard to balance the whole body on one leg. How could these physically challenged people survive? A big salute to them all!
P.S. Invitation for New Year celebrations was extended to us by one of the guests spontaneously.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The trail
Brandishing my ears was a gentle touch of noise
Looking I caught the attention of tempting voice
Drawn towards it my feet sped in a scuttle
Scrambled was my hair by the breeze’s shuttle
Standing near the edge of that pristine hill
Felt the urge to roll the slope in loud shrill
In the midst of white snow to play with
My chilled cheeks rollicked in a funny mirth
Drenching in my own shower of love
I froze slowly in that haven beside a dove
Swaddling my memories avidly in the heart
My waddled footsteps made way to depart
Do not search for my story in those ledges
Or guffaw at the unruly mountain ridges
I have tied tightly a misty trail of my travel
Which my spirit visits alone only to unravel
Looking I caught the attention of tempting voice
Drawn towards it my feet sped in a scuttle
Scrambled was my hair by the breeze’s shuttle
Standing near the edge of that pristine hill
Felt the urge to roll the slope in loud shrill
In the midst of white snow to play with
My chilled cheeks rollicked in a funny mirth
Drenching in my own shower of love
I froze slowly in that haven beside a dove
Swaddling my memories avidly in the heart
My waddled footsteps made way to depart
Do not search for my story in those ledges
Or guffaw at the unruly mountain ridges
I have tied tightly a misty trail of my travel
Which my spirit visits alone only to unravel
Friday, October 19, 2007
My poem in GDN
One more poem 'What decides innocence' is published in Gulf Daily News today, though online version is not available. Please go through the link to read the same....
http://padmaja-whispers.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html
http://padmaja-whispers.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Strokes
Moths and butterflies are plenty around
Never did I care of their difference to be found
Nocturnal is what moths are, they say
Butterflies are diurnal in their own way
They roam around with their wings spread
Saw splatter of colours as they freely tread
Deciding to dig their history a bit
Beside a pupa and cocoon I eagerly sit
Expecting an idyll of romantic beauty
Waiting am I to write a poem ‘tasty’
Days and weeks go by only in vain
Watching them merely was sheer strain
Hanging pupa livens all of a sudden
Struggling butterfly come out open
From the cocoon writhing in pain
Out came the moth of life plain
How they look alike I wonder
But different they are to the core
Two legged beings we are from a distance
Yet poles apart in our mind stance
Hurt and pain may slice your throat
Never allow them ruin your life boat
Insects or men, birds or beasts
Joy is abundant in their personal feats
Rush quickly toward light like a moth
Not to be killed but rise from sloth
Wander freely in the day like butterfly
Stream of light bless when you fly
Ending my retreat from the routine
I shed my tears of wisdom in line
Thanking the insects living in accord
I bend to learn from the strokes of God
Never did I care of their difference to be found
Nocturnal is what moths are, they say
Butterflies are diurnal in their own way
They roam around with their wings spread
Saw splatter of colours as they freely tread
Deciding to dig their history a bit
Beside a pupa and cocoon I eagerly sit
Expecting an idyll of romantic beauty
Waiting am I to write a poem ‘tasty’
Days and weeks go by only in vain
Watching them merely was sheer strain
Hanging pupa livens all of a sudden
Struggling butterfly come out open
From the cocoon writhing in pain
Out came the moth of life plain
How they look alike I wonder
But different they are to the core
Two legged beings we are from a distance
Yet poles apart in our mind stance
Hurt and pain may slice your throat
Never allow them ruin your life boat
Insects or men, birds or beasts
Joy is abundant in their personal feats
Rush quickly toward light like a moth
Not to be killed but rise from sloth
Wander freely in the day like butterfly
Stream of light bless when you fly
Ending my retreat from the routine
I shed my tears of wisdom in line
Thanking the insects living in accord
I bend to learn from the strokes of God
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Me and me alone
Many times I have been asked why not I take up teaching. Well, I strongly believe that teachers should be role-models for the students. You should have the knack of handling the peripherals of the subject too with interest. You should arrest the audience and make them beg for more of your words. More so, you must accept the volley of questions with an open mind, precipitate the atmosphere with your wit and charm, toss away dubious points, and finally with sumptuous allegories drive the right answers into their brains. And you need to have loads of patience with students.
Sad but truth, I do possess none of the above. I am quite contented to shy away from the crowd and its plethora of mixed comments and settle down with my writings always in quietude. My world is full of birds and beasts; watching their euphoric moments of flapping or sprinting.
Usually my morning is always alighted by a bunch of doves chirping and flying together. I dream of that day to enjoy their perch on my shoulder, their soft feathers rubbing my cheeks & legs and their peck of grains from my hand happily. Can you imagine how wonderful it is to feel so? No amount of bribery can buy these innocent creatures. But the reality is, the moment I go near them with grains, they move away to a good distance. Out of the lot, just one white or grey bird would muster up courage and taste my offering. When they are all assured that I am no longer in their territory, one by one they all walk with their waggling feathery tail to join the quality controller.
One day while crossing the bridge I was so enthused to see these birds whirling in the sky like our air force display. Do they await me, I was jumping in joy for a moment. All my happiness dissolved when they didn’t recognize my presence at rendezvous. As I continued my walk with my friend in the corniche, they came down slowly with loud chirping. You know what? They were in fact waiting or searching for that man who used to bring them food everyday at same time same place. As soon as they saw him arriving, they all descended and with loud noise, surrounded that man with so much of love. Wow! What a sight to see!
Let me gracefully step aside human beings. I cannot be a teacher in this life, for I am yet to convince these birds; for I am still a student of nature marveling at her mystic and mysterious way of teaching the importance of innocence and love. I shall remain a student wondering till my last breath at the simple yet myriad dimensions that keep unfolding.
And I wish to be so!
At present, it’s me and me alone in this unusual fray of wooing these young fliers. And it’s worth a try. What do you say?
Sad but truth, I do possess none of the above. I am quite contented to shy away from the crowd and its plethora of mixed comments and settle down with my writings always in quietude. My world is full of birds and beasts; watching their euphoric moments of flapping or sprinting.
Usually my morning is always alighted by a bunch of doves chirping and flying together. I dream of that day to enjoy their perch on my shoulder, their soft feathers rubbing my cheeks & legs and their peck of grains from my hand happily. Can you imagine how wonderful it is to feel so? No amount of bribery can buy these innocent creatures. But the reality is, the moment I go near them with grains, they move away to a good distance. Out of the lot, just one white or grey bird would muster up courage and taste my offering. When they are all assured that I am no longer in their territory, one by one they all walk with their waggling feathery tail to join the quality controller.
One day while crossing the bridge I was so enthused to see these birds whirling in the sky like our air force display. Do they await me, I was jumping in joy for a moment. All my happiness dissolved when they didn’t recognize my presence at rendezvous. As I continued my walk with my friend in the corniche, they came down slowly with loud chirping. You know what? They were in fact waiting or searching for that man who used to bring them food everyday at same time same place. As soon as they saw him arriving, they all descended and with loud noise, surrounded that man with so much of love. Wow! What a sight to see!
Let me gracefully step aside human beings. I cannot be a teacher in this life, for I am yet to convince these birds; for I am still a student of nature marveling at her mystic and mysterious way of teaching the importance of innocence and love. I shall remain a student wondering till my last breath at the simple yet myriad dimensions that keep unfolding.
And I wish to be so!
At present, it’s me and me alone in this unusual fray of wooing these young fliers. And it’s worth a try. What do you say?
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
It’s Navratri time
Navratri starts on 12th of this month. Undoubtedly it is celebration time, especially in Bahrain where it is celebrated in the original festive fervour. The added attraction of this year is, Eid holidays coincide with Navratri.
I have already started marking dates of invitations received so far. And I am planning to invite friends on 13th.
There is sweat and effort from my side to keep this kolu. For me, Atul is the only reason behind this celebration, of course. While relating his childhood memories at a later stage, hopefully he cherishes these moments of togetherness.
I have already started marking dates of invitations received so far. And I am planning to invite friends on 13th.
There is sweat and effort from my side to keep this kolu. For me, Atul is the only reason behind this celebration, of course. While relating his childhood memories at a later stage, hopefully he cherishes these moments of togetherness.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Guruji speaks
Even the strongest faith has its shadow of doubt. It is in the nature of the human plane. When we occupy these human bodies, such things have their play. No one can escape these. But we should not judge people looking at the shadows. We must always remember that faith is rooted in the soul and not in the body nor in the mind or intellect. This faith from the soul is unshakeable.
All Karmas end in Knowledge. Knowledge is Jnana. But what is this Knowledge? It is not the Knowledge of the intellect. It is the Knowledge gained by experience. When you experience the ultimate, there will be no Karmas.
[Taken from the October Issue of Newsletter]
All Karmas end in Knowledge. Knowledge is Jnana. But what is this Knowledge? It is not the Knowledge of the intellect. It is the Knowledge gained by experience. When you experience the ultimate, there will be no Karmas.
[Taken from the October Issue of Newsletter]
Monday, September 24, 2007
India Shining
India won the Twenty20 Championship Trophy today. Dhoni and his team gave their 100% in the ground throughout and that paid the rich reward of defeating Pakistan in the Finals.
It is a sight to watch Misbah missing his control on that crucial ball of the last over off Joginder, Harbhajan jumping with the national flag, the Chak De! Khan cheering the Indians from the stands and later on the ground, Dhoni baring his chest by handing over his T-shirt to a boy, the players rolling and falling on each other in a pure rugby style,…… :)
The sweetest part is, Mother called from Mumbai immediately after the match to share her joy with Atul. It seems he had told her to watch Twenty20 without fail and that he had forecasted India’s victory in August itself. What a combo these two are, fighting at one time and hugging at another time! And in Atul’s words – “Aaji is so innocent and sweet…” :D
I always love to say ‘Mera Bharat Mahan’ and ‘India shining’; become more patriotic after watching movies like ‘Rang De Basanti’ & ‘Swades’ and wish to cheer up on such occasions like this with ‘Chak De! India’.
But alas! I have to return to routine life very soon where I, an NRI have to look at the currency ratings with hope if there is any chance of improvement in dollar value against Indian rupees.
:)))
It is a sight to watch Misbah missing his control on that crucial ball of the last over off Joginder, Harbhajan jumping with the national flag, the Chak De! Khan cheering the Indians from the stands and later on the ground, Dhoni baring his chest by handing over his T-shirt to a boy, the players rolling and falling on each other in a pure rugby style,…… :)
The sweetest part is, Mother called from Mumbai immediately after the match to share her joy with Atul. It seems he had told her to watch Twenty20 without fail and that he had forecasted India’s victory in August itself. What a combo these two are, fighting at one time and hugging at another time! And in Atul’s words – “Aaji is so innocent and sweet…” :D
I always love to say ‘Mera Bharat Mahan’ and ‘India shining’; become more patriotic after watching movies like ‘Rang De Basanti’ & ‘Swades’ and wish to cheer up on such occasions like this with ‘Chak De! India’.
But alas! I have to return to routine life very soon where I, an NRI have to look at the currency ratings with hope if there is any chance of improvement in dollar value against Indian rupees.
:)))
Friday, September 21, 2007
My poem published in GDN
Glad to inform that my poem 'A solitary walk' is published in today's Gulf Daily News.
http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/Story.asp?Article=194490&Sn=BNEW&IssueID=30185
http://www.gulf-daily-news.com/Story.asp?Article=194490&Sn=BNEW&IssueID=30185
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Leaf or Flower
Beams of sunlight
Stride pass me in élan
Streaks of rain
Caress me in joy
Waves of wind
Touch me with love
O Flower!
I am the greatest
Eyes of man
Stride pass me in élan
Hands of child
Caress me in joy
Lovers in trance
Touch me with love
I am the greatest
O Leaf!
I am the greatest
Seasons do I have
To disappear in the midst
Process do I have
To keep myself green
Tender am I
To wither working all day
O Flower!
I am the greatest
Seasons do I have
To appear in the midst
Process do I have
To undergo in pain
Tender am I
To wither seeing my fruit
I am the greatest
O Leaf!
I am the greatest
O Leaf! O Flower!
I am your Mother Tree Power
Children you are mine
Talk to me till sunshine
Pray that I am not barren
For you and I
Birth and death
Do we have in common
Pride is not to be worn
Noble is the role of all
In this flicker life of ours
Let us join our hands in our mansion
And sing our song of wisdom in unison
Stride pass me in élan
Streaks of rain
Caress me in joy
Waves of wind
Touch me with love
O Flower!
I am the greatest
Eyes of man
Stride pass me in élan
Hands of child
Caress me in joy
Lovers in trance
Touch me with love
I am the greatest
O Leaf!
I am the greatest
Seasons do I have
To disappear in the midst
Process do I have
To keep myself green
Tender am I
To wither working all day
O Flower!
I am the greatest
Seasons do I have
To appear in the midst
Process do I have
To undergo in pain
Tender am I
To wither seeing my fruit
I am the greatest
O Leaf!
I am the greatest
O Leaf! O Flower!
I am your Mother Tree Power
Children you are mine
Talk to me till sunshine
Pray that I am not barren
For you and I
Birth and death
Do we have in common
Pride is not to be worn
Noble is the role of all
In this flicker life of ours
Let us join our hands in our mansion
And sing our song of wisdom in unison
Monday, September 10, 2007
Let go...
The global warming that blows the world, the degrading environment that nurtures rivalries, the challenges that the humanity faces on many fronts in academia and corporate worlds , the hidden terrorism in every soul in one form or other – all these must sting today’s man to make his earning, yearning and living a hell on this karmic planet.
In the personal level, financial pressures, high aspirations, academic and personal failures – all these break his spirit into pieces. He either becomes vulnerable to such continuous viral attacks or converts himself into a parasite on others.
What is the end result of this scenario?
He becomes a success in his long run of destiny but he learns to bargain his love with acquired possessions. What a pity! In the darkest dungeons of his personality, the stampeded soul holds grudges to heart, refuses to dilute others’ faults, keeps pains in the inner chamber and ultimately walks as a skeleton of repudiation and failures. It is a shame on his part to deprive his soul of the grace that it can bestow and enjoy.
Can he soar ever?
When you become a subject of mockery
Look at those subjects in dispassion once
When you become a target of misery
Accept its rumbling presence in humility once
When you walk the path of thorny bushes
Feel the pain in all its essence once
When you are deprived of loved ones
Cry in solitude to heart’s content once
When you are cornered cruelly
Resist with all your might at least once
When you are showered with abuses
Shut your ears to bless the souls once
When you sense bruises, hurts and pains
Behold passionately and thank them once
When you are no longer needed by anyone
Look un to you and experience yourself once
What after?
Stand in the drizzling rain
Watch how it dances on your face
Absorb the rhythmic movements
Feel the cold rush in your adrenaline
Warm up your heart with love
Thank Mother Nature from the heart
I am sure
You will see a beautiful world
Always beautiful and ever bright
For you have a life and body
Still those moments and enjoy
Instill them in your life and march on
Dust off your past
It is nothing but a graveyard
Shirk off the myths and misfits
It is no longer your companion
Turn once to have a deep look
But fear not
For you are ever new
And conversely Eternal
Let go of the pains
Let go of the miseries
Let go of the successes
Let go of the ego
Let go of the fears
Let go of them happily…..
You will understand that
Life is the best gift of God
And the most beautiful flower to adorn
Oh, man! Let’s lead life gracefully. It is possible only if we ‘let go…..’
Let go….
Let go….
In the personal level, financial pressures, high aspirations, academic and personal failures – all these break his spirit into pieces. He either becomes vulnerable to such continuous viral attacks or converts himself into a parasite on others.
What is the end result of this scenario?
He becomes a success in his long run of destiny but he learns to bargain his love with acquired possessions. What a pity! In the darkest dungeons of his personality, the stampeded soul holds grudges to heart, refuses to dilute others’ faults, keeps pains in the inner chamber and ultimately walks as a skeleton of repudiation and failures. It is a shame on his part to deprive his soul of the grace that it can bestow and enjoy.
Can he soar ever?
When you become a subject of mockery
Look at those subjects in dispassion once
When you become a target of misery
Accept its rumbling presence in humility once
When you walk the path of thorny bushes
Feel the pain in all its essence once
When you are deprived of loved ones
Cry in solitude to heart’s content once
When you are cornered cruelly
Resist with all your might at least once
When you are showered with abuses
Shut your ears to bless the souls once
When you sense bruises, hurts and pains
Behold passionately and thank them once
When you are no longer needed by anyone
Look un to you and experience yourself once
What after?
Stand in the drizzling rain
Watch how it dances on your face
Absorb the rhythmic movements
Feel the cold rush in your adrenaline
Warm up your heart with love
Thank Mother Nature from the heart
I am sure
You will see a beautiful world
Always beautiful and ever bright
For you have a life and body
Still those moments and enjoy
Instill them in your life and march on
Dust off your past
It is nothing but a graveyard
Shirk off the myths and misfits
It is no longer your companion
Turn once to have a deep look
But fear not
For you are ever new
And conversely Eternal
Let go of the pains
Let go of the miseries
Let go of the successes
Let go of the ego
Let go of the fears
Let go of them happily…..
You will understand that
Life is the best gift of God
And the most beautiful flower to adorn
Oh, man! Let’s lead life gracefully. It is possible only if we ‘let go…..’
Let go….
Let go….
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Janmashtami at home
Yesterday evening celebrated Janmashtami. It is a moment to cherish. In my unstringed voice full of love, I sang bhajans after a long time. Only God can bear such calamities.
The sweet Baby Krishna on the wall was purchased recently in Udupi. Just unable to take off eyes from Him. He is so cute. With what passion and love the artist would have painted this picture! God bless!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
My letter to God - 2
Dear God,
You didn’t bother to check out if I am fine or not. You didn’t reply to my previous letter. But I am undeterred. Because I know, you are always like this and I am also like this only. Yet I feel you have a watch on me always. Because Appa has told me so once. That’s why I am writing again.
You know something……… I stood first in my last exam. All my teachers applauded (new word I have learnt today) me for my performance. My friends too gave me a respectful look. My English teacher told me that my writing skills are excellent with perfect grammar and am too good compared to my peers (what does it mean? I must check the dictionary). You know one funny thing….. I have seen many people, both young and old alike, writing wrong spelling for ‘grammar’. They always write ‘grammer’. Haha…… Also, ‘seperate’ for ‘separate’. How funny it is! I could not control my laughter whenever I see.
Today I have enrolled myself in the mono acting competition. I am practising for that day and night. It is a deaf and dumb role. It is difficult of course but I am confident. You know I have to shed my shyness that I am dark and incapable of doing such things. And I am planning to wear the yellow dress which Appa got for me during last Diwali. Will I not look gorgeous in that? Tell me please, God.
Ok, the main reason for my writing is, today is your (Krishna’s) birthday it seems. Amma told me this along with his butter stealing pranks. I love the sweet smile and face of Baby Krishna. I have a calendar at home which the neighbour Uncle gave us. In that, baby Balarama & Krishna are playing and eating butter. How sweet it is! I keep looking at that picture for hours together. Any way, Happy Birthday to you, Krishna!
What else? Am fine here otherwise. Would love to see you.
More later.
With tons of love,
Ramya
(7 years 9 months)
Your loving friend
You didn’t bother to check out if I am fine or not. You didn’t reply to my previous letter. But I am undeterred. Because I know, you are always like this and I am also like this only. Yet I feel you have a watch on me always. Because Appa has told me so once. That’s why I am writing again.
You know something……… I stood first in my last exam. All my teachers applauded (new word I have learnt today) me for my performance. My friends too gave me a respectful look. My English teacher told me that my writing skills are excellent with perfect grammar and am too good compared to my peers (what does it mean? I must check the dictionary). You know one funny thing….. I have seen many people, both young and old alike, writing wrong spelling for ‘grammar’. They always write ‘grammer’. Haha…… Also, ‘seperate’ for ‘separate’. How funny it is! I could not control my laughter whenever I see.
Today I have enrolled myself in the mono acting competition. I am practising for that day and night. It is a deaf and dumb role. It is difficult of course but I am confident. You know I have to shed my shyness that I am dark and incapable of doing such things. And I am planning to wear the yellow dress which Appa got for me during last Diwali. Will I not look gorgeous in that? Tell me please, God.
Ok, the main reason for my writing is, today is your (Krishna’s) birthday it seems. Amma told me this along with his butter stealing pranks. I love the sweet smile and face of Baby Krishna. I have a calendar at home which the neighbour Uncle gave us. In that, baby Balarama & Krishna are playing and eating butter. How sweet it is! I keep looking at that picture for hours together. Any way, Happy Birthday to you, Krishna!
What else? Am fine here otherwise. Would love to see you.
More later.
With tons of love,
Ramya
(7 years 9 months)
Your loving friend
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
SAP Award
Ravi had flown to Delhi to attend yesterday’s (27.08.07) Award Night of SAP, Germany.
I had been seeing him for the past few months how he slogged out day and night. I had also seen him while explaining his pet project to me with great satisfaction and humility. And it has not gone futile.
This self-made genius has sailed his company through the SAP awards category to the top with his innovative approach, logical thinking and lightning work pattern. He was the only backbone, skeleton, flesh, blood and life of the project. To quote his own words …
Asian Paints Limited has been awarded 'Innovative SAP Enterprise SOA Adoption Award' for the year 2007. The CEO of SAP AG, Germany was there to give away the awards. He said he was impressed with the work done by us.
It feels good to see that the work done has got recognition at the highest level. I am happy that I was a part of the team which made this happen.
It is a great moment for your company. More so, it is a great achievement and milestone in your career.
God bless you my dear brother! I am so proud of you!
I had been seeing him for the past few months how he slogged out day and night. I had also seen him while explaining his pet project to me with great satisfaction and humility. And it has not gone futile.
This self-made genius has sailed his company through the SAP awards category to the top with his innovative approach, logical thinking and lightning work pattern. He was the only backbone, skeleton, flesh, blood and life of the project. To quote his own words …
Asian Paints Limited has been awarded 'Innovative SAP Enterprise SOA Adoption Award' for the year 2007. The CEO of SAP AG, Germany was there to give away the awards. He said he was impressed with the work done by us.
It feels good to see that the work done has got recognition at the highest level. I am happy that I was a part of the team which made this happen.
It is a great moment for your company. More so, it is a great achievement and milestone in your career.
God bless you my dear brother! I am so proud of you!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Learn the lessons fast
Yesterday, I had started reading Mitch Albom’s ‘The five people you meet in heaven’. The story started with the End of an 83 year old man caused due to an accident. The story proceeds to say that he meets five people in heaven to learn lessons from his previous life in an unusual way.
The first man is a Blue man who awaits for Edward aka Eddie in heaven to teach the first lesson. He narrates an incident during Eddie’s boyhood life. The boy was supposed to meet with an accident by a Ford car but narrowly escaped death. The Blue man says that the driver was none other than him, that he lost his control on the steering by the boy’s act, met with an incident due to this and died on the spot.
We are concerned of our side of the story and fail to see the other side of it. When Eddie comes to know of this in heaven, he feels very bad that he was the reason for the Blue man’s death.
The wise man replies thus…
“That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.”
I was thinking a lot after reading this book. What kind of lessons do I have to learn?
Ironically, yesterday night came to know of the death of a 20 year old boy who was my friend’s son. He met with his end on the evening of 11th August as the lorry ran over him. All the wisdom that I had collected vanished in a second. What we plan for our whole life is dismantled in a second… Our plan never coincides with God’s. May his soul rest in peace!
I vividly remember the small talk that the boy gave before leaving for India for his studies. I am terribly moved by the trauma the parents must be undergoing. I have no words to console them however. May God give them courage to face life without their darling son!
Whatever do I have to learn, I must learn here and now. The next moment is neither mine nor yours. The two things that I should at least follow…
• Never wait for the opportune moment to say ‘sorry’
• Never postpone my expression of love to whom I want to say
Anything else??
Anything else??
The first man is a Blue man who awaits for Edward aka Eddie in heaven to teach the first lesson. He narrates an incident during Eddie’s boyhood life. The boy was supposed to meet with an accident by a Ford car but narrowly escaped death. The Blue man says that the driver was none other than him, that he lost his control on the steering by the boy’s act, met with an incident due to this and died on the spot.
We are concerned of our side of the story and fail to see the other side of it. When Eddie comes to know of this in heaven, he feels very bad that he was the reason for the Blue man’s death.
The wise man replies thus…
“That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.”
I was thinking a lot after reading this book. What kind of lessons do I have to learn?
Ironically, yesterday night came to know of the death of a 20 year old boy who was my friend’s son. He met with his end on the evening of 11th August as the lorry ran over him. All the wisdom that I had collected vanished in a second. What we plan for our whole life is dismantled in a second… Our plan never coincides with God’s. May his soul rest in peace!
I vividly remember the small talk that the boy gave before leaving for India for his studies. I am terribly moved by the trauma the parents must be undergoing. I have no words to console them however. May God give them courage to face life without their darling son!
Whatever do I have to learn, I must learn here and now. The next moment is neither mine nor yours. The two things that I should at least follow…
• Never wait for the opportune moment to say ‘sorry’
• Never postpone my expression of love to whom I want to say
Anything else??
Anything else??
Sunday, August 12, 2007
My letter to God - 1
Dear God,
How are you?
My mother says that you can see me and I cannot see you. Now do you see me writing this letter? Good!
I wanted to share so many things with somebody. You know I don’t have friends. Because they say that I am ugly, dark, poor, snob and fat.
So, please read my letter carefully. You don’t have to come in front of me. But just write your reply and keep it under my pillow. I shall take it tomorrow morning. Is it ok, God?
OK. I am a good girl in studies. But I don’t have any inclination to play sports. Just because I am fat, my friends make fun of me. Why do they do this, God? Will you not teach them a lesson on my behalf?
My mother, she cleans vessels and washes clothes in the aunties’ houses. They keep ridiculing her. She keeps smiling in front of them but cries a lot in our house. I love my mother very much. Why do you make her cry so much? When will she stop crying? I don’t want her to work only but she is going because I have to study. I am helpless.
Will you answer my questions, God? You will and you must. Who else do I have to talk to otherwise?
I won’t tell about our sharing of letters to anybody. It’s a secret between you and me. So, you must definitely write to me. Then only I shall share more things with you tomorrow.
Be a good friend. Will you?
Love you,
Ramya (7 years old)
Your loving friend
P.S. I wrote a few two-line letters to God during my childhood waiting for an answer for many months and years. Nobody knows about it, of course. That’s the inspiration behind this series of letters titled ‘My letter to God’ which you would be reading…...
How are you?
My mother says that you can see me and I cannot see you. Now do you see me writing this letter? Good!
I wanted to share so many things with somebody. You know I don’t have friends. Because they say that I am ugly, dark, poor, snob and fat.
So, please read my letter carefully. You don’t have to come in front of me. But just write your reply and keep it under my pillow. I shall take it tomorrow morning. Is it ok, God?
OK. I am a good girl in studies. But I don’t have any inclination to play sports. Just because I am fat, my friends make fun of me. Why do they do this, God? Will you not teach them a lesson on my behalf?
My mother, she cleans vessels and washes clothes in the aunties’ houses. They keep ridiculing her. She keeps smiling in front of them but cries a lot in our house. I love my mother very much. Why do you make her cry so much? When will she stop crying? I don’t want her to work only but she is going because I have to study. I am helpless.
Will you answer my questions, God? You will and you must. Who else do I have to talk to otherwise?
I won’t tell about our sharing of letters to anybody. It’s a secret between you and me. So, you must definitely write to me. Then only I shall share more things with you tomorrow.
Be a good friend. Will you?
Love you,
Ramya (7 years old)
Your loving friend
P.S. I wrote a few two-line letters to God during my childhood waiting for an answer for many months and years. Nobody knows about it, of course. That’s the inspiration behind this series of letters titled ‘My letter to God’ which you would be reading…...
Saturday, August 11, 2007
For one more day
‘Tuesdays with Morrie’ is an unforgettable real-life conversation documented in an unusual way. It revolves around two characters – Mitch Albom and Morrie. Incidentally, Mitch Albom is the author of this best seller.
Keeping this in mind, I picked up his book ‘For one more day’. What to say about this! Mitch knows how to deliver his writings and creativity. I was instantly absorbed into his book the moment I read the first page. Again an unusual tale interspersing wisdom on life and death with a different touch. The author’s strongest points are his simple language and the depth of the subject. A truly amazing story telling it is.
We are introduced to Pauline Benetto, mother of Charley (Chick) Benetto as a ghost. Chick loses his father and mother, resorts to heavy drinking and is finally dumped by his own family. He feels desolate and isolated, sulks as if nobody in the world wants him, care for him and love him. He takes the worst decision of committing suicide. His attempts turn futile and then he meets his mother ghost. What happens after that is what the book is all about.
Madame Pauline (Posey) made me cry at many places. Chick helped me to gauge where I stand as far as my concern for my mother is. Chick’s collection of memoirs containing….
* Times my mother stood for me
* Times I did not stand up for my mother
really shook me, I must admit.
A great book from Mitch Albom one more time.
Keeping this in mind, I picked up his book ‘For one more day’. What to say about this! Mitch knows how to deliver his writings and creativity. I was instantly absorbed into his book the moment I read the first page. Again an unusual tale interspersing wisdom on life and death with a different touch. The author’s strongest points are his simple language and the depth of the subject. A truly amazing story telling it is.
We are introduced to Pauline Benetto, mother of Charley (Chick) Benetto as a ghost. Chick loses his father and mother, resorts to heavy drinking and is finally dumped by his own family. He feels desolate and isolated, sulks as if nobody in the world wants him, care for him and love him. He takes the worst decision of committing suicide. His attempts turn futile and then he meets his mother ghost. What happens after that is what the book is all about.
Madame Pauline (Posey) made me cry at many places. Chick helped me to gauge where I stand as far as my concern for my mother is. Chick’s collection of memoirs containing….
* Times my mother stood for me
* Times I did not stand up for my mother
really shook me, I must admit.
A great book from Mitch Albom one more time.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
What do I do in Mumbai
The usual hiatus that I get in Mumbai after hectic travelling in Chennai and the routine that I catch up in Bahrain, is what I enjoy of late. Lazing around with books, TV and my writing of course, life in Mumbai with its monsoon showers appears to be at standstill for me. It is a luxury to browse the bunch of papers, ‘The Times of India’ along with Mumbai Mirror’s local masala news leisurely. Some thoughts that I wish to share….
1) Judge Kode’s proven track record has elevated him to the status of hero after his verdict in the Dutt case. The dust has finally settled and he has been reaping for what he did long time. Though he claims that his possession of weapons was not to harm others, Judge Kode slashed such an act as dangerous. Well, one thing that needs to be appreciated is, Sanjay Dutt, who has seen many downs and let-downs, is still optimistic about life. What is awaited is, would he get redemption in the higher court or would he serve the complete six years of rigorous imprisonment. One more thing that is fascinating me to follow up with his case is, would he be rejected by Bollywood after his release or given a hero’s welcome as was before. Only time will tell…..
2) Absolutely dazed by the success story of Sergey Brin and Larry Page after reading ‘The Google Story’. Oh, Man! These humble but giant personalities amazed me by their insights, sharp acumen, intellectual brilliance, artistic indulgence, and what not… Their 20 percent free time to employees during work hours was what caught my eyes instantly. Life cannot be imagined without internet nowadays, and that too, Google. Hats off to you guys! Keep growing.....
3) Fermat’s Last Theorem – thanks to my brother who has amassed the books that I would love to read, this book is dizzying me with the mathematicians’ sharp brains, eccentric characteristics and the dying aspirations. ‘Perfect’ numbers, ‘friendly’ numbers, difference between scientific inventions and mathematical theorems,………… a lot to learn. I feel I am a total waste in this world.
4) Watched a Madhur Bhandarkar movie (2005 release) ‘Page 3’ on TV. It is all about a journalist’s encounters with the elite glam world and their night lives. Konkona Sen and Atul Kulkarni have proven what kind of actors they are.
5) Watched the DVD of the old classic ‘The Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid’. Robert Redford is irresistibly handsome and Paul Newman is no loser of course. Thoroughly enjoyed this movie.
Thoughts are endless …….. Let me stop here now. More later.
1) Judge Kode’s proven track record has elevated him to the status of hero after his verdict in the Dutt case. The dust has finally settled and he has been reaping for what he did long time. Though he claims that his possession of weapons was not to harm others, Judge Kode slashed such an act as dangerous. Well, one thing that needs to be appreciated is, Sanjay Dutt, who has seen many downs and let-downs, is still optimistic about life. What is awaited is, would he get redemption in the higher court or would he serve the complete six years of rigorous imprisonment. One more thing that is fascinating me to follow up with his case is, would he be rejected by Bollywood after his release or given a hero’s welcome as was before. Only time will tell…..
2) Absolutely dazed by the success story of Sergey Brin and Larry Page after reading ‘The Google Story’. Oh, Man! These humble but giant personalities amazed me by their insights, sharp acumen, intellectual brilliance, artistic indulgence, and what not… Their 20 percent free time to employees during work hours was what caught my eyes instantly. Life cannot be imagined without internet nowadays, and that too, Google. Hats off to you guys! Keep growing.....
3) Fermat’s Last Theorem – thanks to my brother who has amassed the books that I would love to read, this book is dizzying me with the mathematicians’ sharp brains, eccentric characteristics and the dying aspirations. ‘Perfect’ numbers, ‘friendly’ numbers, difference between scientific inventions and mathematical theorems,………… a lot to learn. I feel I am a total waste in this world.
4) Watched a Madhur Bhandarkar movie (2005 release) ‘Page 3’ on TV. It is all about a journalist’s encounters with the elite glam world and their night lives. Konkona Sen and Atul Kulkarni have proven what kind of actors they are.
5) Watched the DVD of the old classic ‘The Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid’. Robert Redford is irresistibly handsome and Paul Newman is no loser of course. Thoroughly enjoyed this movie.
Thoughts are endless …….. Let me stop here now. More later.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Slicing up the emotions
When I saw the young girl playing in the swing, my heart was melting. She must be around 8 years and the place was none other than an orphanage. She was dark in her school uniform with double plaited hair.
I tried to put myself in her shoes and out came this small dissection of one shade of emotion at that particular moment.
Why do you want
To visit my home?
Do you
Flock to see me
Care to touch me
Bend to hold me
Only to realise & publicise
The poverty of mine
And fortune of yours
In this world
Do you know
Your framed
Gesture of generosity
Picture of goodwill
Expression of compassion
Tumbles my emotions a bit
With a question
‘What is the motive of your visit?’
Let me tell you one thing
Do not visit me
Out of sympathy
Do not spoil me
With momentary love
But do see me
With respect for what I am
Are you aware
When you have so many
To serve and love you
You complain
Of desolate mind
And lonely world
Let me tell you
I know not to complain
For I am thrust with patience
And I know not to crave
Though I am born with ignorance
Yet beware
My peals of laughter echoes
In my crowded home
Not with your language of love
But gets expressed
Only in the way
I know, feel, emote and realise
I tried to put myself in her shoes and out came this small dissection of one shade of emotion at that particular moment.
Why do you want
To visit my home?
Do you
Flock to see me
Care to touch me
Bend to hold me
Only to realise & publicise
The poverty of mine
And fortune of yours
In this world
Do you know
Your framed
Gesture of generosity
Picture of goodwill
Expression of compassion
Tumbles my emotions a bit
With a question
‘What is the motive of your visit?’
Let me tell you one thing
Do not visit me
Out of sympathy
Do not spoil me
With momentary love
But do see me
With respect for what I am
Are you aware
When you have so many
To serve and love you
You complain
Of desolate mind
And lonely world
Let me tell you
I know not to complain
For I am thrust with patience
And I know not to crave
Though I am born with ignorance
Yet beware
My peals of laughter echoes
In my crowded home
Not with your language of love
But gets expressed
Only in the way
I know, feel, emote and realise
Sunday, July 08, 2007
World
Fast life
Polluted air
Humid climate
Broken roads
Corrupt society
Acting relations
Volatile thoughts
Restless mind
Dead heart
Run, run away
From this world
Only with a hope
To build your own
With plain thoughts
Simple attitude
Agile life
Unexpected courtesies
And love in heart
One question remains
Can I do it, can I do it
Yes, only when I
Learn to ignore those
Who reject me
Learn to embrace those
Who need me
Learn to forgive those
Who mar me
Learn to love those
Who accuse me
My glowing world
Is within me now
My craving world
Is within my reach now
P.S. Posted from the drizzling climate of Coimbatore
Polluted air
Humid climate
Broken roads
Corrupt society
Acting relations
Volatile thoughts
Restless mind
Dead heart
Run, run away
From this world
Only with a hope
To build your own
With plain thoughts
Simple attitude
Agile life
Unexpected courtesies
And love in heart
One question remains
Can I do it, can I do it
Yes, only when I
Learn to ignore those
Who reject me
Learn to embrace those
Who need me
Learn to forgive those
Who mar me
Learn to love those
Who accuse me
My glowing world
Is within me now
My craving world
Is within my reach now
P.S. Posted from the drizzling climate of Coimbatore
Friday, June 29, 2007
Simple words in my playful hands..…
Are the hospitals hospitable to patients?
So thinking I patiently entered into the lobby to catch glimpses. All that I badly needed was immense patience.
What was I talking about? Ah! Patients, right? They were sitting in large numbers. Hmm….. so many technological ailments, so many departments, so many weird names, so many people in different age groups, so many sad faces. It seemed as if they wanted to jump out of this phase with the help of a magic wand.
All along, my mind was grading the doctors who were just passing me, out of which a gradely old man I caught sight of.
Even without his white coat, I could sense that he was a physic. His aura was charming and his physique gave an illusion that he was only a man of 40.
While I was looking at him with gaping mouth, a young girl of 6 sat beside me bridging the gap.
She was irresistibly beautiful with an angelic face. While I was admiring her beauty from side angle, this little angel smiled at me with her impish eyes. Lo! When she turned to me fully, I could see her swollen eyes. Her mother was trying to keep a small cube of ice on it.
I forcibly took away my eyes from her and fixed on the corridor. There, the doc of distinction was walking towards me. He had a distinct pattern of wavy hair, distracting my attention.
Brushing aside my thoughts, I realized my haphazard hair blocking my view.
I opened my handbag and took my hairbrush to brush it aside. Unfortunately, my hair refused to budge.
By that time, he came near me and asked, “Are you the daughter of so and so….?”
Astonished, I said, “Yes, doc.”
“Well, come with me then.”
I listened to him attentively. With a nod, I came out.
My friend who was standing at the doorstep asked me in excitement, “What happened to my father? Is he alright? What do the reports say? Is the doctor optimistic about his health.” She was screaming at the top of her voice.
How could I disclose the painful derivations derived by the doc based on the reports to my friend?
“Nothing to worry, dear! He’ll be alright soon…” With a pat on her back I buried my excitement underneath mainly for the reason…...
Under what assumption had the doc identified me as my friend’s father’s daughter among the sea of patients? It is an unsolved mystery still….
Hospitality........... yes it was good. Is the hospital good for my friend's father's treatment.
Yes, you guessed it right. My next step is to find that out. Of course, I am obliged to do anything for my friend. Do you have any course of treatment or hospital to suggest by the way?
[The above is the dream play of a lonely mind using repetitive words. This write-up has no inner meaning or message.] :)
So thinking I patiently entered into the lobby to catch glimpses. All that I badly needed was immense patience.
What was I talking about? Ah! Patients, right? They were sitting in large numbers. Hmm….. so many technological ailments, so many departments, so many weird names, so many people in different age groups, so many sad faces. It seemed as if they wanted to jump out of this phase with the help of a magic wand.
All along, my mind was grading the doctors who were just passing me, out of which a gradely old man I caught sight of.
Even without his white coat, I could sense that he was a physic. His aura was charming and his physique gave an illusion that he was only a man of 40.
While I was looking at him with gaping mouth, a young girl of 6 sat beside me bridging the gap.
She was irresistibly beautiful with an angelic face. While I was admiring her beauty from side angle, this little angel smiled at me with her impish eyes. Lo! When she turned to me fully, I could see her swollen eyes. Her mother was trying to keep a small cube of ice on it.
I forcibly took away my eyes from her and fixed on the corridor. There, the doc of distinction was walking towards me. He had a distinct pattern of wavy hair, distracting my attention.
Brushing aside my thoughts, I realized my haphazard hair blocking my view.
I opened my handbag and took my hairbrush to brush it aside. Unfortunately, my hair refused to budge.
By that time, he came near me and asked, “Are you the daughter of so and so….?”
Astonished, I said, “Yes, doc.”
“Well, come with me then.”
I listened to him attentively. With a nod, I came out.
My friend who was standing at the doorstep asked me in excitement, “What happened to my father? Is he alright? What do the reports say? Is the doctor optimistic about his health.” She was screaming at the top of her voice.
How could I disclose the painful derivations derived by the doc based on the reports to my friend?
“Nothing to worry, dear! He’ll be alright soon…” With a pat on her back I buried my excitement underneath mainly for the reason…...
Under what assumption had the doc identified me as my friend’s father’s daughter among the sea of patients? It is an unsolved mystery still….
Hospitality........... yes it was good. Is the hospital good for my friend's father's treatment.
Yes, you guessed it right. My next step is to find that out. Of course, I am obliged to do anything for my friend. Do you have any course of treatment or hospital to suggest by the way?
[The above is the dream play of a lonely mind using repetitive words. This write-up has no inner meaning or message.] :)
Saturday, May 26, 2007
A solitary walk
Urging the will to move away from artificial laughs of the world, I reclined on the chair of thought-beds.
Trying to shirk off diffident knocks within, my feet stood up in anticipation of silver cuts.
Playing the drama of real life in the cosmos, I saw the bees and butterflies cheering the cause of art.
Sinking in the arrays of visual treats, my eyes that flickered with a lull failed to send them to heart.
Marching towards the gates of everlasting love, my feet faltered many a time to hold a hand of blessing.
Hiding the words that haunt me day and night, I looked in awe at the cherubic face of the peak that hates hissing.
Searching for a soul to accompany me with pleasure, my cells yearn to spin yarns of love that knows not any sale.
Sneering remarks in mounds heralded my crown as I crossed the deserted path towards the peak of fairy tale.
Walking in solitude with quick paces, my panting stopped upon seeing the beautiful face alighting in love.
Researching on the serendipity of wavy thoughts that bother still, I wanted to transform into a dove.
Thanking the gentle pat of the face on my back, I knelt down with eyes full of tears to kiss its hand.
Reminding the return solitary walk that awaited me, the holy face sank happily in my heart of sand.
Trying to shirk off diffident knocks within, my feet stood up in anticipation of silver cuts.
Playing the drama of real life in the cosmos, I saw the bees and butterflies cheering the cause of art.
Sinking in the arrays of visual treats, my eyes that flickered with a lull failed to send them to heart.
Marching towards the gates of everlasting love, my feet faltered many a time to hold a hand of blessing.
Hiding the words that haunt me day and night, I looked in awe at the cherubic face of the peak that hates hissing.
Searching for a soul to accompany me with pleasure, my cells yearn to spin yarns of love that knows not any sale.
Sneering remarks in mounds heralded my crown as I crossed the deserted path towards the peak of fairy tale.
Walking in solitude with quick paces, my panting stopped upon seeing the beautiful face alighting in love.
Researching on the serendipity of wavy thoughts that bother still, I wanted to transform into a dove.
Thanking the gentle pat of the face on my back, I knelt down with eyes full of tears to kiss its hand.
Reminding the return solitary walk that awaited me, the holy face sank happily in my heart of sand.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Rhythmic beat
To enjoy music, one need not be a master of it. It is also true that listening to audio or watching TV may not be as effective as one's physical presence during a live performance.
Today evening, I had an opportunity to witness the young budding artistes displaying their various skills in music, classical instruments, dances etc. They had all assembled under one umbrella - Indian Institute for Performing Arts, Bahrain. It was a delight to see those youngsters perform with elan during the 4th anniversary celebrations of the institute.
Needless to mention, Atul has participated in the group performance of Tabla. These boys (of senior level) played well, maintained rhythm and perfect synchronisation. It was a moment of pride as a mother to witness my son's one of many talents that he has been nurturing, being staged. God bless the child!
Today evening, I had an opportunity to witness the young budding artistes displaying their various skills in music, classical instruments, dances etc. They had all assembled under one umbrella - Indian Institute for Performing Arts, Bahrain. It was a delight to see those youngsters perform with elan during the 4th anniversary celebrations of the institute.
Needless to mention, Atul has participated in the group performance of Tabla. These boys (of senior level) played well, maintained rhythm and perfect synchronisation. It was a moment of pride as a mother to witness my son's one of many talents that he has been nurturing, being staged. God bless the child!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Dancing with daffodils
Worthy words shun me away
Searching, searching stood I in bay
Glancing at stars for a streak
Prancing they came though weak
Watching the breeze sashay the trees
Danced those words as that of bees
There stood the daffodils shining
Came my lovely words twining
Reached those fringes in a fit of thrill
Shook in joy that kissed my frill
Swaying let me write them soon
Else they would migrate happily to moon
Searching, searching stood I in bay
Glancing at stars for a streak
Prancing they came though weak
Watching the breeze sashay the trees
Danced those words as that of bees
There stood the daffodils shining
Came my lovely words twining
Reached those fringes in a fit of thrill
Shook in joy that kissed my frill
Swaying let me write them soon
Else they would migrate happily to moon
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Dearest Mother.....
Around I see to learn about your greatness
Able am I not to understand them though
Arouse my spirit to lean on gentleness
Accept my prayers, please rectify what I know
The sun, the moon, the stars and the sky
They come and go in turns to sparkle
They decorate your sari in gleaming sly
They give your glimpse in gentle warble
As I look at the sky that is high to touch
I am taught about the world of fake
As I marvel at the sun that is hot as such
I am reminded only to give and never take
As I see the moon that is lit in the dark
I want to be peaceful even when I pant
As I see the waves that lash the shore stark
I understand my ravening thoughts that rant
As I try to count the stars that glitter
I am whispered of many secrets to explore
As I figure the clouds that change its contour
I grasp the attitude of man in core
As my eyes feast on the colourful rainbow
I realize that the joys are really rare
As I view the mountains from below
I recognise the peak is far for this fare
As I giggle with the running water of the river
I value the essence of time that never stops for anyone
As I hear of the volcanoes that constantly quiver
I shiver at the dangers of anger that destroys everyone
As I am kindled by the gentle touch of breeze
I wish to be soothing to all who approach
As I learn about fire by its warmth at times of freeze
I care only to be helpful, not destroy when encroach
As I view the birds that fly very high
I wish to join them to rise to that level
As I observe the walk of majestic lion O My
I admire from a distance, but to go near is lethal
As I look at the deer that runs so fast
I wish to be innocent as never before
As I enjoy the dancing of peacock at its best
I like to imitate him coming to the fore
As I see the waddling of the duck closely
I wish my works are done with less effort
As I look at the flowers that blooms beautifully
I wish my heart blossoms with a musical note
As I stare at the meadow that is wide
I wish to feed all with my hand
As I sense the droplets of rain outside
I love to cry with the clouds inland
As I see the babe in arms sleeping sweetly
I long to lie on your lap O Mother
As I witness the feudal fights ghastly
I cry at your feet for the reason O Mother
As I step into the temple to see you Mother
I am reminded of my earthly mother always
As I see the homeless in the world nether
I long to take them in my fold in all ways
As I see the crooked people in daily life
I wish I fight with you wholeheartedly
As I see the wars that ends only in strife
I wish I vanish from this world deliberately
As I see my little son growing in my care
I thank you for making me a mother too
As I see the grief-stricken with chest bare
I do not understand your ways too
As I see the playful children in the garden
I wish I become a joyful child in no time
As I hear stories of happiness in eden
I long to see such a world with a sweet rhyme
As I see the lovers in trance accidentally
I understand why your love is so truthful
As I had gone through the birth of baby achingly
I understand that pleasure and pain are in bountiful
You reveal your identity thus in many ways, O Mother
Yet I know not how to remain peacefully
Your grace is sure for all, O Mother
Yet forgive me and hold my hand lovingly
Able am I not to understand them though
Arouse my spirit to lean on gentleness
Accept my prayers, please rectify what I know
The sun, the moon, the stars and the sky
They come and go in turns to sparkle
They decorate your sari in gleaming sly
They give your glimpse in gentle warble
As I look at the sky that is high to touch
I am taught about the world of fake
As I marvel at the sun that is hot as such
I am reminded only to give and never take
As I see the moon that is lit in the dark
I want to be peaceful even when I pant
As I see the waves that lash the shore stark
I understand my ravening thoughts that rant
As I try to count the stars that glitter
I am whispered of many secrets to explore
As I figure the clouds that change its contour
I grasp the attitude of man in core
As my eyes feast on the colourful rainbow
I realize that the joys are really rare
As I view the mountains from below
I recognise the peak is far for this fare
As I giggle with the running water of the river
I value the essence of time that never stops for anyone
As I hear of the volcanoes that constantly quiver
I shiver at the dangers of anger that destroys everyone
As I am kindled by the gentle touch of breeze
I wish to be soothing to all who approach
As I learn about fire by its warmth at times of freeze
I care only to be helpful, not destroy when encroach
As I view the birds that fly very high
I wish to join them to rise to that level
As I observe the walk of majestic lion O My
I admire from a distance, but to go near is lethal
As I look at the deer that runs so fast
I wish to be innocent as never before
As I enjoy the dancing of peacock at its best
I like to imitate him coming to the fore
As I see the waddling of the duck closely
I wish my works are done with less effort
As I look at the flowers that blooms beautifully
I wish my heart blossoms with a musical note
As I stare at the meadow that is wide
I wish to feed all with my hand
As I sense the droplets of rain outside
I love to cry with the clouds inland
As I see the babe in arms sleeping sweetly
I long to lie on your lap O Mother
As I witness the feudal fights ghastly
I cry at your feet for the reason O Mother
As I step into the temple to see you Mother
I am reminded of my earthly mother always
As I see the homeless in the world nether
I long to take them in my fold in all ways
As I see the crooked people in daily life
I wish I fight with you wholeheartedly
As I see the wars that ends only in strife
I wish I vanish from this world deliberately
As I see my little son growing in my care
I thank you for making me a mother too
As I see the grief-stricken with chest bare
I do not understand your ways too
As I see the playful children in the garden
I wish I become a joyful child in no time
As I hear stories of happiness in eden
I long to see such a world with a sweet rhyme
As I see the lovers in trance accidentally
I understand why your love is so truthful
As I had gone through the birth of baby achingly
I understand that pleasure and pain are in bountiful
You reveal your identity thus in many ways, O Mother
Yet I know not how to remain peacefully
Your grace is sure for all, O Mother
Yet forgive me and hold my hand lovingly
Life
Brings in surprises to elate
Accumulates memories to relate
Craves to own beautiful things
Rejoices at precious moments
Heralds with many failures
Tears the hearts to pieces
Battles with emotions of heart
Cheers up to have a fresh start
Reminds to thank the good
Stings at times of mood
Mourns greatly at every loss
Dazzles with superficial gloss
Urges to rise from fall
Desires of fantasies tall
Teaches to love and live
Thus learns to bow and give
Plays havoc for some
Riddles with theories gruesome
Pleases with nuance of art
Shows glimpses only to depart
Grapples with feelings strong
Sings melodies of song
Bestows grace in breath
Unites with love in death
Accumulates memories to relate
Craves to own beautiful things
Rejoices at precious moments
Heralds with many failures
Tears the hearts to pieces
Battles with emotions of heart
Cheers up to have a fresh start
Reminds to thank the good
Stings at times of mood
Mourns greatly at every loss
Dazzles with superficial gloss
Urges to rise from fall
Desires of fantasies tall
Teaches to love and live
Thus learns to bow and give
Plays havoc for some
Riddles with theories gruesome
Pleases with nuance of art
Shows glimpses only to depart
Grapples with feelings strong
Sings melodies of song
Bestows grace in breath
Unites with love in death
Death
Sleep spreads its magic wand everyday
Joy and pain wait even during its stay
Temporarily tosses ‘I’ and ‘me’ of the daily fray
For it conquers all in its seductive play
Death is nothing but a sweet sleep
Returns not life with a loud beep
Makes others grieve with a solemn weep
For the emotions are out from their deep
Many do not know who is the real he
Tender their bodies with much glee
Fail to act in the world like a bee
For they bother about opinions as their life key
Is there anyone who listens to wise men?
Accept life as it flows in this worldly den
Let our eyes see only with a noble vision
With a swerve of zeal touch the new horizon
Never treat death as a punishment
Everyone must shake its hands as final settlement
‘I am ever lasting’ is the thought of the ignorant
As the mother earth grabs the body in merriment
What happens after leaving the body is a mystery
None could document it too as history
Fear can mar the existence in its entirety
Hence learn to enjoy life with charming artistry
Body never looks the same since birth
Mind too shapes stories in a funny mirth
Feelings are always taking its pitiful berth
Laugh it out, as they finally end up in a beautiful wreath
Life craves for a beloved to understand and love
Dreams even to hold hands to die with love
When life could not join their hands in love
Can anyone answer death can justify such love?
Yeah, why to blame death for reasons unknown
As life warbles in its sweet melody alone
Tears or laughter make no sense to be shown
Lessons are to be learnt even when we drown
So revere death with a complete prostration
Offer your all with a humble salutation
Always be a flower in this life of connotation
And die gracefully with peaceful gratification
Wise say that soul has no age to denote
As it keeps changing its body dress to emote
Die when you live is the wisdom to note
Kill the thoughts that disturb even remote
O Death! You are a craftsman in cloaking your identity
May fail to honour you, when you decide to catch this entity
Though I wish not to make you wait at my doorstep
I know fully that you are a master of justice in every step
Accept my pitfalls and blemishes with a big heart
Forgive my misgivings and lead me from the start
I have no qualms to complain in the world of art
Do you see me laughing always as I happily depart?
Bring your ears to me, I loved to live with only love in my heart
Intended not to hurt anyone even from the start
Had no qualms to complain even in the world of art
Now do you see why am I laughing with you as I depart?
Joy and pain wait even during its stay
Temporarily tosses ‘I’ and ‘me’ of the daily fray
For it conquers all in its seductive play
Death is nothing but a sweet sleep
Returns not life with a loud beep
Makes others grieve with a solemn weep
For the emotions are out from their deep
Many do not know who is the real he
Tender their bodies with much glee
Fail to act in the world like a bee
For they bother about opinions as their life key
Is there anyone who listens to wise men?
Accept life as it flows in this worldly den
Let our eyes see only with a noble vision
With a swerve of zeal touch the new horizon
Never treat death as a punishment
Everyone must shake its hands as final settlement
‘I am ever lasting’ is the thought of the ignorant
As the mother earth grabs the body in merriment
What happens after leaving the body is a mystery
None could document it too as history
Fear can mar the existence in its entirety
Hence learn to enjoy life with charming artistry
Body never looks the same since birth
Mind too shapes stories in a funny mirth
Feelings are always taking its pitiful berth
Laugh it out, as they finally end up in a beautiful wreath
Life craves for a beloved to understand and love
Dreams even to hold hands to die with love
When life could not join their hands in love
Can anyone answer death can justify such love?
Yeah, why to blame death for reasons unknown
As life warbles in its sweet melody alone
Tears or laughter make no sense to be shown
Lessons are to be learnt even when we drown
So revere death with a complete prostration
Offer your all with a humble salutation
Always be a flower in this life of connotation
And die gracefully with peaceful gratification
Wise say that soul has no age to denote
As it keeps changing its body dress to emote
Die when you live is the wisdom to note
Kill the thoughts that disturb even remote
O Death! You are a craftsman in cloaking your identity
May fail to honour you, when you decide to catch this entity
Though I wish not to make you wait at my doorstep
I know fully that you are a master of justice in every step
Accept my pitfalls and blemishes with a big heart
Forgive my misgivings and lead me from the start
I have no qualms to complain in the world of art
Do you see me laughing always as I happily depart?
Bring your ears to me, I loved to live with only love in my heart
Intended not to hurt anyone even from the start
Had no qualms to complain even in the world of art
Now do you see why am I laughing with you as I depart?
A death wish
Living in a big branched tree
Enjoying the company of many
Arraying my possession of honey
Roaming the forests uncanny
Nectar I took from flowers free
Tremble people on seeing our swarm
Only their eyes on honey to make us harm
For our wander is not in batch
Our stings are very sharp to protect
Remember our greatness and reflect
Grand is our work honey do we collect
In came people our palace became target
Vexed was I they made me upset
Enemity ruled me to sting my catch
Accorded my wish with full credence
Lo! What happened to my breath & sense
Losing my life my fall was intense
Lamenting not for my loss of kingdom
Over is my life listen to my wisdom
Victory is for one who learns to forgive
Embrace all with love though harm they give
Accept this prayer Lord recited with pain
Let me not be born as honeybee again
Lower not my life that brings any stain
Enjoying the company of many
Arraying my possession of honey
Roaming the forests uncanny
Nectar I took from flowers free
Tremble people on seeing our swarm
Only their eyes on honey to make us harm
For our wander is not in batch
Our stings are very sharp to protect
Remember our greatness and reflect
Grand is our work honey do we collect
In came people our palace became target
Vexed was I they made me upset
Enemity ruled me to sting my catch
Accorded my wish with full credence
Lo! What happened to my breath & sense
Losing my life my fall was intense
Lamenting not for my loss of kingdom
Over is my life listen to my wisdom
Victory is for one who learns to forgive
Embrace all with love though harm they give
Accept this prayer Lord recited with pain
Let me not be born as honeybee again
Lower not my life that brings any stain
Love - Part I
Love is only to give
Love is only to dive
Love is only to share
Love is only too pure
Love muses with joy
Love blossoms when coy
Love raves to enjoy
Love knows no destroy
Love gives more pain
Love makes one drain
Love rules seat main
Love needs no brain
Love starts with skin
Love pricks as pin
Love is not a sin
Love is not to win
Love fails to gauge
Love drives to rage
Love sees not age
Love shapes a sage
Love is not to hire
Love is not for the liar
Love only the higher
Love is now in gear
Love learns to soar
Love is beyond bore
Love touches the core
Love is the message of lore
Love pushes to bow
Love tries its tow
Love firms all vow
Love is equal to love
Love is only to dive
Love is only to share
Love is only too pure
Love muses with joy
Love blossoms when coy
Love raves to enjoy
Love knows no destroy
Love gives more pain
Love makes one drain
Love rules seat main
Love needs no brain
Love starts with skin
Love pricks as pin
Love is not a sin
Love is not to win
Love fails to gauge
Love drives to rage
Love sees not age
Love shapes a sage
Love is not to hire
Love is not for the liar
Love only the higher
Love is now in gear
Love learns to soar
Love is beyond bore
Love touches the core
Love is the message of lore
Love pushes to bow
Love tries its tow
Love firms all vow
Love is equal to love
Love - Part II
Love is not for the weak
Love is only for the meek
Love is not to freak
Love is beyond creek
Love invites to try
Love fails not to fry
Love makes one cry
Love still cannot be wry
Love broadens smile
Love walks in mile
Love never knows to rile
Love sometimes becomes wile
Love cannot be a trap
Love longs for a lap
Love doesn’t take a nap
Love is the heart’s cap
Love desires to jump
Love ends up with a bump
Love chokes like a lump
Love also mourns when dump
Love learns to forgive
Love bends to give
Love feels to live
Love seeps out of hive
Love hates to still
Love freezes in sill
Love rides to hill
Love shows its frill
Love is in the breath
Love needs no wreath
Love sees no death
Love loves to bequeath
Love is not to regret
Love is not to abduct
Love is not to deduct
Love is only to accept
Love shapes out of love
Love colours the hues of love
Love strengthens in love
Love unites in love
Love is only for the meek
Love is not to freak
Love is beyond creek
Love invites to try
Love fails not to fry
Love makes one cry
Love still cannot be wry
Love broadens smile
Love walks in mile
Love never knows to rile
Love sometimes becomes wile
Love cannot be a trap
Love longs for a lap
Love doesn’t take a nap
Love is the heart’s cap
Love desires to jump
Love ends up with a bump
Love chokes like a lump
Love also mourns when dump
Love learns to forgive
Love bends to give
Love feels to live
Love seeps out of hive
Love hates to still
Love freezes in sill
Love rides to hill
Love shows its frill
Love is in the breath
Love needs no wreath
Love sees no death
Love loves to bequeath
Love is not to regret
Love is not to abduct
Love is not to deduct
Love is only to accept
Love shapes out of love
Love colours the hues of love
Love strengthens in love
Love unites in love
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Happy Birthday
Woke up today
Realised it's your day
Your love that I cherish
Shall never perish
Wonder always how can I repay
None till I lay
Thank you for giving this life
Your good girl I shall strive
Happy Birthday, Amma! I love you!
Realised it's your day
Your love that I cherish
Shall never perish
Wonder always how can I repay
None till I lay
Thank you for giving this life
Your good girl I shall strive
Happy Birthday, Amma! I love you!
Friday, April 13, 2007
Exceptions
Only a man of exception
Can derive happiness
In his monotonous life
Only a man of exception
Can listen attentively
In this world of noise
Only a man of exception
Can see the whole picture
At times of crisis
Only a man of exception
Can hear his enemy patiently
Who speak ill of him
Only a man of exception
Can stand tall in love
In the midst of skyscrapers
Only a man of exception
Can live his principles in tragedy
Without the company of vices
Only a man of exception
Can be triumphant
As he knows what he wants in life
Only a man of exception
Can write joyful theories
At times of extreme sorrow
Only a man of exception
Can remain humble
In spite of roaring success
Only a man of exception
Can honour his words
Though uttered casually
Only a man of exception
Can digest callous remarks
With a gentle smile on his face
Only a man of exception
Can refrain from commenting others
As he finds no pleasure in it
Only a man of exception
Can never ignore anybody
As he sees himself in all
Only a man of exception
Can speak little
Only to hear more
Only a man of exception
Can see all hearts
As a beautiful flower
Only a man of exception
Can bequeath anything
While living or at the time of death
Only a man of exception
Can become a master
Of his own self
When Java exceptions are needed to be rectified, these exceptional men are coded indicators of minority population in this world. When will I enter into this bracket?
Can derive happiness
In his monotonous life
Only a man of exception
Can listen attentively
In this world of noise
Only a man of exception
Can see the whole picture
At times of crisis
Only a man of exception
Can hear his enemy patiently
Who speak ill of him
Only a man of exception
Can stand tall in love
In the midst of skyscrapers
Only a man of exception
Can live his principles in tragedy
Without the company of vices
Only a man of exception
Can be triumphant
As he knows what he wants in life
Only a man of exception
Can write joyful theories
At times of extreme sorrow
Only a man of exception
Can remain humble
In spite of roaring success
Only a man of exception
Can honour his words
Though uttered casually
Only a man of exception
Can digest callous remarks
With a gentle smile on his face
Only a man of exception
Can refrain from commenting others
As he finds no pleasure in it
Only a man of exception
Can never ignore anybody
As he sees himself in all
Only a man of exception
Can speak little
Only to hear more
Only a man of exception
Can see all hearts
As a beautiful flower
Only a man of exception
Can bequeath anything
While living or at the time of death
Only a man of exception
Can become a master
Of his own self
When Java exceptions are needed to be rectified, these exceptional men are coded indicators of minority population in this world. When will I enter into this bracket?
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
What decides innocence?
Fluttering of eyes or calm gaze
Rapturous laughter or enigmatic smile
Clear face or clear mind
Beautiful features or graceful gestures
Carefree attitude or careless mischief
Boisterous talk or placid temper
Ignorance of knowledge or humble display of skill
Negligence in understanding or understanding of negligence
Move in diffidence or act of pretence
Thoughtless response or shy reaction
Obeying commands or unable to demand
Misjudging characters or expressing concerns loudly
Refusal to face situations or unsuccessful in attempts
Full moon’s glow on the face or Candid brightness
Abiding truth or non-exposure of falsehoods
Display of emotions or content within
Loud express of love or quiet admiration of love
……..
……..
It can go on and on
Or maybe
Candid eyes that speak the truth
Beautiful smile that reflects the heart
Simple words that talk of mind
True concern for others shows the grooming
Lovely gestures give a soothing feeling
Love of nil expectations ensure the purity
Tears for others’ welfare hallmark the personality
If we look through the eyes of the world
What could be true love for one
Might be the play for the other
What could be innocence for one
Might be the ignorance for the other
Rapturous laughter or enigmatic smile
Clear face or clear mind
Beautiful features or graceful gestures
Carefree attitude or careless mischief
Boisterous talk or placid temper
Ignorance of knowledge or humble display of skill
Negligence in understanding or understanding of negligence
Move in diffidence or act of pretence
Thoughtless response or shy reaction
Obeying commands or unable to demand
Misjudging characters or expressing concerns loudly
Refusal to face situations or unsuccessful in attempts
Full moon’s glow on the face or Candid brightness
Abiding truth or non-exposure of falsehoods
Display of emotions or content within
Loud express of love or quiet admiration of love
……..
……..
It can go on and on
Or maybe
Candid eyes that speak the truth
Beautiful smile that reflects the heart
Simple words that talk of mind
True concern for others shows the grooming
Lovely gestures give a soothing feeling
Love of nil expectations ensure the purity
Tears for others’ welfare hallmark the personality
If we look through the eyes of the world
What could be true love for one
Might be the play for the other
What could be innocence for one
Might be the ignorance for the other
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Flashes
Baby’s toothless laughter with a crackling sound
Mother’s affectionate embrace of her sleeping child
Bird’s feeding on the mouth of its offspring
Eyes of the lovers in trance
Pregnant lady’s care for her baby
Old man’s blessings when he is revered by youngsters
Toddler’s walk holding father’s hand
Woman’s cooking trials for the beloved
A warm hug of doting friends
Poems dedicated to loved ones
Fond recollection of memories looking at the name
Tears of lost love in seclusion
And many more………..
When such flashes of love are seen
In the eyes, minds and hearts
I wish such love stays forever
But they are only flashes
Like lightning
And not a sun of any sort
Mother’s affectionate embrace of her sleeping child
Bird’s feeding on the mouth of its offspring
Eyes of the lovers in trance
Pregnant lady’s care for her baby
Old man’s blessings when he is revered by youngsters
Toddler’s walk holding father’s hand
Woman’s cooking trials for the beloved
A warm hug of doting friends
Poems dedicated to loved ones
Fond recollection of memories looking at the name
Tears of lost love in seclusion
And many more………..
When such flashes of love are seen
In the eyes, minds and hearts
I wish such love stays forever
But they are only flashes
Like lightning
And not a sun of any sort
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Lines in phases
Grand do they look
When I see them on others
Twitching and turning
Displaying naked truth
Of the springs
That ogled the faces
Knotting with wisdom
I cry aloud
‘Am I an exception’
Never
My turn is not far
To flaunt them in style
And be flattered by those lines
Drawn on my face too
After all
I am not a ‘Queenie’
Don’t be in haste
Relax a bit, Time
I am still a juvenile
Of life immortal
I shall wait for your lines
For some more time
To decorate me too
For I am a woman of patience
[Read this piece with an upward curve on your face] :))
When I see them on others
Twitching and turning
Displaying naked truth
Of the springs
That ogled the faces
Knotting with wisdom
I cry aloud
‘Am I an exception’
Never
My turn is not far
To flaunt them in style
And be flattered by those lines
Drawn on my face too
After all
I am not a ‘Queenie’
Don’t be in haste
Relax a bit, Time
I am still a juvenile
Of life immortal
I shall wait for your lines
For some more time
To decorate me too
For I am a woman of patience
[Read this piece with an upward curve on your face] :))
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
A reader's delight
I wish to find out how a human mind works except mine of course. I would be more happy if it is Umbarto Eco, author of many bestsellers.
After a long time, I got the courage to take the book, The Name of the Rose in hand and determined not to accept defeat. You may wonder why but the contents are way too much for my little brain. Even for an avid reader, this classic is a bit heavy dosage, I must say. Bravo, Padmaja! You have completed it.
Adso's innocence (of Melk) , William's intellectual brilliance (of Baskerville), mystery murders, the labyrinth, the cruel wars waged by the various Christian orders and to top it all the definition of laughter - all made me reel for a few days.
Full five stars from my side for the book.
At present, in the verge of finishing "Who says Elephants can't dance" by Former IBM CEO, Lou Gerstner. Contrary to Eco's style, this book is written in simple language. A must read book by every executive who wants to be the leader of his/her company.
After a long time, I got the courage to take the book, The Name of the Rose in hand and determined not to accept defeat. You may wonder why but the contents are way too much for my little brain. Even for an avid reader, this classic is a bit heavy dosage, I must say. Bravo, Padmaja! You have completed it.
Adso's innocence (of Melk) , William's intellectual brilliance (of Baskerville), mystery murders, the labyrinth, the cruel wars waged by the various Christian orders and to top it all the definition of laughter - all made me reel for a few days.
Full five stars from my side for the book.
At present, in the verge of finishing "Who says Elephants can't dance" by Former IBM CEO, Lou Gerstner. Contrary to Eco's style, this book is written in simple language. A must read book by every executive who wants to be the leader of his/her company.
Monday, January 29, 2007
My last day
As I was lying relaxed on the bed
A fairy with a crown on her head
Appeared to pronounce my death in a day
And gave me a hug of warmth as I lay
Began to ponder over my luckless fate
Bewildered why it comes to me in haste
Blowed up was I so looked in the mirror
Bundle of emotions surge to my horror
Calmed down to go through my memories
Capped with the solitude of unknown theories
Craved for a helping hand to understand
Cornered was I in childhood as I stand
Dared not utter a word in distress
Dreamt of an angel to ease my stress
Dumb was I lacking in confidence
Dear were my near ones whose love was intense
Entered into teenage life easily
Enacted the role of a daughter swiftly
Educated only to realize the nuance of art
Evolved as I grew with a soft heart
Fables and fairies faded away in time
Found that life is worth without crime
Fumbled many times only to rise in vigour
Fascinated by people whose characters differ
Game of life is sure to end for all
Glad am I to be announced of my call
Give is what I should hold throughout
Great shall I be when I die with no tout
Happy am I not to announce anybody
Hunger will I appease to cater to my body
Hear the prattles of my heart as usual
Humble will I be to behave only casual
Inform my friends my love doesn’t fade
Instill in near ones my love is no fake
Illuminate the lives of others in my little way
Induce the spirit of love as I finally lay
A fairy with a crown on her head
Appeared to pronounce my death in a day
And gave me a hug of warmth as I lay
Began to ponder over my luckless fate
Bewildered why it comes to me in haste
Blowed up was I so looked in the mirror
Bundle of emotions surge to my horror
Calmed down to go through my memories
Capped with the solitude of unknown theories
Craved for a helping hand to understand
Cornered was I in childhood as I stand
Dared not utter a word in distress
Dreamt of an angel to ease my stress
Dumb was I lacking in confidence
Dear were my near ones whose love was intense
Entered into teenage life easily
Enacted the role of a daughter swiftly
Educated only to realize the nuance of art
Evolved as I grew with a soft heart
Fables and fairies faded away in time
Found that life is worth without crime
Fumbled many times only to rise in vigour
Fascinated by people whose characters differ
Game of life is sure to end for all
Glad am I to be announced of my call
Give is what I should hold throughout
Great shall I be when I die with no tout
Happy am I not to announce anybody
Hunger will I appease to cater to my body
Hear the prattles of my heart as usual
Humble will I be to behave only casual
Inform my friends my love doesn’t fade
Instill in near ones my love is no fake
Illuminate the lives of others in my little way
Induce the spirit of love as I finally lay
Rose have thorns
A man of sixty now
Life I led somehow
Meant only to bow
Though I have a vow
Lost my father at nine
He was a drunkard and swine
Cried not for this loss of mine
As my mother made me dine
She had no money in her hut
Wanted me to study but
I was a headache throughout
She understood I was a nut
One day I saw her body still
Consumed by flames like a hill
Tears flowed out of will
My life came to a standstill
Became a flower vendor forcibly
Handled those roses fondly
Groomed as an adept in my field slowly
Food and shelter I got nicely
Fell flat for her beauty stunning
I metaphored her to be my rose shining
Started my life with her dreaming
Only to find her nature cunning
In this situation we got a son
He grew up as his mother’s son
Fed up in life I wanted to run
Life lost its meaning and fun
Money and wealth he grabbed
Thought I was ruthlessly stabbed
Remembered my mother being dragged
Mercilessly by my drunken dad
Life is like that I realised at last
Learnt not to accuse at any cost
Became an island yet laugh from the heart
Though memories bring emotions of the past
Now I handle roses passionately
Though pricked by thorns sharply
People flock to hear my wisdom repeatedly
Appreciate thorns too in this life worldly
Life I led somehow
Meant only to bow
Though I have a vow
Lost my father at nine
He was a drunkard and swine
Cried not for this loss of mine
As my mother made me dine
She had no money in her hut
Wanted me to study but
I was a headache throughout
She understood I was a nut
One day I saw her body still
Consumed by flames like a hill
Tears flowed out of will
My life came to a standstill
Became a flower vendor forcibly
Handled those roses fondly
Groomed as an adept in my field slowly
Food and shelter I got nicely
Fell flat for her beauty stunning
I metaphored her to be my rose shining
Started my life with her dreaming
Only to find her nature cunning
In this situation we got a son
He grew up as his mother’s son
Fed up in life I wanted to run
Life lost its meaning and fun
Money and wealth he grabbed
Thought I was ruthlessly stabbed
Remembered my mother being dragged
Mercilessly by my drunken dad
Life is like that I realised at last
Learnt not to accuse at any cost
Became an island yet laugh from the heart
Though memories bring emotions of the past
Now I handle roses passionately
Though pricked by thorns sharply
People flock to hear my wisdom repeatedly
Appreciate thorns too in this life worldly
Today’s Prayer
A waft of cool breeze passes by
Gently hugs my body as I am shy
Lifts my colourless spirits high
Makes me fly up happily in the sky
Heart flutters like a butterfly
Thoughts wander in a reckless sly
I patiently watch them as a spy
Bowing down at the play till they die
My joy is gone in a swish
Pain of rejection mocks me in a rush
Dread to live as if I am impish
Pinching my character as rubbish
I open my closed eyes only to see
That none loves me except Thee
Accepting this wisdom in glee
I thank Him day and night as my fee
I see You in the faces of all lives
I see You in the beauty of nature
I see You in my sorrows and pains
I see You now in my heart’s chamber
Gently hugs my body as I am shy
Lifts my colourless spirits high
Makes me fly up happily in the sky
Heart flutters like a butterfly
Thoughts wander in a reckless sly
I patiently watch them as a spy
Bowing down at the play till they die
My joy is gone in a swish
Pain of rejection mocks me in a rush
Dread to live as if I am impish
Pinching my character as rubbish
I open my closed eyes only to see
That none loves me except Thee
Accepting this wisdom in glee
I thank Him day and night as my fee
I see You in the faces of all lives
I see You in the beauty of nature
I see You in my sorrows and pains
I see You now in my heart’s chamber
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