The science of words

It is not easy to keep up with our own words, more specially those casual ones that get strewn as we walk along the day carelessly. Who cares to know in this world what kind of science is involved behind the delivery of those simple ‘yes’ and ‘no’?

Frankly, this past one month I was struggling hard to fit in two things in my schedule, for which I had given the word of ‘yes’. Finally completed them both yesterday. They were

1) to watch ‘Peepli Live’
2) to read 'Heroes of Olympus – The Lost Hero’

‘Peepli Live’ is a comical satire (certified 'A') where the hero delivers just bare minimum words. The film had triggered my anger and helplessness at the same time towards those manipulating politicians and media. The film is down-to-earth real in terms of cast and dialogues. In fact, I was stunned by the casualness with which the brothers decide who should commit suicide. Mother Earth is being abused in many, many ways which is intolerable. My Lord, are you listening to my plea?

Secondly, I enjoyed reading the big bound book ‘The Lost Hero’ (meant for teens & pre-teens). :D Here, ironically, Gaia (Mother Nature) is the villain who rises the giants from death and slumber to vanquish the proud gods. Just like his earlier series, Rick Riordan has a way with words to weave stories of mythology.

However, what should be understood mainly from these stories is that only a fearless and egoless person can take up a quest and win always. I wish this subtle point is understood by those teenage minds who read this.

Seriousness apart, I've decided to 'create' time for the whole series of 'Heroes of Olympus' in the coming months.... :)

Coming back to the opening sentence, I am happy that I could keep up my words...... this time too, for, the science of words is of concern for me at present. :)

Happy New Year

As every second of the clock takes a forward march towards the new year, there seem to be a frenzied hurry everywhere to explore all possible choices in celebration…..worldwide.

I was already asleep at 10:30 pm on New Year’s Eve as if to compensate the hectic running around and dealings with attitudes, more during the whole of last week.

I parted with the year 2010, the year that touched my core in many different ways, in sleep itself and woke up in the year 2011 peacefully.

Happy New Year 2011!

The lonely flight

As I stared at the near blank sky yesterday night, I remembered the lesson ‘Migration of birds’ during my school years. That was long ago yet I remember vividly how I used to wonder their caliber to sustain the long flight across the deep oceans without an iota of fear.

Now I understand more clearly how it is to be all alone in the long flight. Even when you are with your flock of family & friends, you are always different and alone because each one is sitting inside his/her globe of priorities, interests and tastes and get driven unconsciously. The group of tiny Salmons may appear to display their most amazing skills to the human eyes during their long distance migration in search of fresh water but the underlying fact is that every Salmon has to make such death defying efforts to sustain and live.

I went back to bed with a smile – During this year, I had also laughed at the compliments for my good looks in spite of those fast multiplying grey hair on the head(:P), worried at my forgetfulness to wish 'Happy Birthday' over phone when I called the birthday boy from the shop especially to find out the right gift.... and a young heart to wonder at the many expressions of eyes....

However, I only wish the glowing inner cinders have the ability to cross the borders of genders and touch at least one heart to fly high.

I stand before you

Today I stand before you

…just as I did many years ago as a young school girl.

…just as I stand every single day.

…to look in awe at your blinding light and love.

…with a gentle persuasion and folded hands to accept me as I am.

…to listen to your special sermon for me.

…to whisper that I have not grown much in all these years.

…to learn how you forgive those who turn you into a commodity.



…to make you listen to my prayer of heart which cannot be found in any book.

…to thank you for all that you’ve given me.

…with a request to hold my hands in all my lifetimes.

…shedding tears realising how you have never judged me.

…in anticipation to understand your universal love at least one day.

…to let you know how much I love you.

…to take your blessings to listen to Silence.

…just to say that I am ever ready for your call.


MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Footprints

Do I really need to write this blog? I don’t know. Yet I write this.

Well, what all I wanted to write about by the way? So many. However, certain things are better not to be converted in to words, for they lose their original flavor. And I have many such. So, all I wish to say here is…

There are footprints of innumerable types everywhere – many new, some old, a few ancient, and a few more in the history books. Some are manipulated, some are entirely lost, some are misunderstood and some are not seen though found. Some are glorified, some are blacklisted, some are renewed and some are treated as if they never existed.

2010 is one such footprint. It may fall into any of the categories mentioned above in the big arms of Time & Man.

Personally for me, many doorways opened this year in an effort to make me understand what is Life & Death with a clear insight that I would be quietly swiped by Time one day without the notice of the world, leaving no external footprints.

And I am happy to be so. Because I care to preserve those footprints in my heart which are sacred and divine while I live in NOW.

Mother, Welcome!

We have an assignment for tomorrow's chyk class either on 'Mother' or 'Navaratri'. I wrote the following as my contribution. Honestly, it's written with 'Father' in mind though.

Here's the poem 'Mother, Welcome!'

There are secrets between you and me
Which you and I know….

In the interesting concept of space
Along with the unbending routes of time
You encouraged me to explore Life

In the combinations of myriad of colours
Along with the sounds to jabber
You ladled my mood swings to grow

The world in different conundrums
Zoomed in front of my being
And I was in the grip of emotional myopia

While I waited for my lost mother
To forgive me for the acts that deserved one
You hugged me in my dreams with love

In the silent chambers of inner space
I remembered the roles you’ve donned
To teach me the gospels of truth

The new chapters of Life opened all too sudden
To experience your divine love
In every colour and sound that touched me

Now....
Every day is blessed and beautiful
For I come to you running
To talk while you listen in patience

There will surely come a time
When you walk towards me to talk
While I abide in silence

I shall wait for that moment
To break my silence with
‘Divine Mother, Welcome!’

Yes, I remember now….
It was your extraordinary radiance
Against the silhouettes of space-time
That first captivated my innocent baby eyes

Indeed, there can be no secrets between you and me
Which you and I know….

Dreamy reality

My little hands cannot embrace the sky
Tear droplets cannot reflect the sight
Stay would I in the chamber of soul
And dream in my terms with eyes closed
Am a nobody’s bind nor mind I know
Here stops the tear with a smile to follow