music match!

The Court Room of the Prince was electrifying’n
Dispersed with anticipation,
A Real Competition on the Cards,
Was the obvious Perception;
The Prince, high Classes and Masses were present,
With buzzing air filled,
The ‘Poetic Maestro’ and the ‘Villa Socrates’,
To compete and Find who was more skilled.

The Race began, n the Maestro filled the
Atmosphere with delightful words,
The Appraisal of Gods was enjoyed equally
By the Prince and the Landlords;
The Common Man ignorant of the
Superior and Divine Bliss,
Appreciated the Raining Framework,
But the Message was the Miss.

The man halted the Passing Time ‘n
Seemed to take it to the Past,
Oh, goodness: The Dominance of
Vocabulary and Poetic essence was vast;
‘No Man could ever come close to him ‘,
Was the forecast and inference,
Only Extra ordinary Poetic Brilliance
Could have made anyone else the preference.

Then Came the Villa’s Wordsworth,
With his Customary style n Grace,
The Composed Body Language showed
Clearly that, unfinished was the Race;
The Humility and Calming influence,
Soon turned into words of poetry,
The Message in the Text covered the
Room, like one Great God’s Tree.

Goodwill and Kindness in simple
Language was the intent,
‘How to become a Good Human Being ‘
Was one of the Message’s Content;
No Extravagance, Nothing expansive
Plain n beautiful were the words,
It seemed: Listening with Royal Men and
The Masses were also the Lords.

Everyday Lessons of life, grasped and
Followed by even a common man’s Nod,
The Messenger Conveyed that,
’ Goodwill to Mankind is service to God.’
Like a True Genius, to shower accolades
‘The Royal Maestro ` was the First one,
The Prince, Royal Men and the Subjects
Were convinced as to who had won.

All greatness is on simple things..
So many religions, races, god, castes, when all we need is a little bit of money to go with some goodwill...

the big if

I read these lines of Rudyard Kipling when I was 15 yrs old.
Reminiscent of Roark... so much!

If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all Men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream, and not
Make Dreams your Master;

If you can think and not make
Thoughts your Aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two Imposters just the Same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for Fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build’em on with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And Risk it on one turn of Pitch and Toss,

And lose, and start again at your Beginnings
And never breathe a Word about your loss;

If you can force your Heart and nerve and Sinew
To serve your turn long after they are Gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on “;

If you can talk with Crowds and Keep your Virtue,
Or walk with the Kings – nor lose the Common Touch;

If neither Foes nor Loving Friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the Unforgiving Minute
With Sixty Seconds of Distance Run-

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And you are My Man My Son.

Rudyard Kipling..

the pigeon keeper

-- Just a scribbling on a secondary school essay topic... written by so many under 15...

Gandhi was staring at the pigeons before him. The keeper had strived hard to get all the pigeons together to shield them from the lurking dogs. But they fought amongst themselves and seem to have no gratitude towards his act. It was unusual, but nevertheless a fact. It did not bother the keeper; he always wanted to protect them from the external threat. Déjà vu. Gandhi closed his eyes, there was silence in his lips and a deep sense of disappointment was apparent in his countenance. It was the distress of a man who sacrificed his life to save the earth from aliens and then saw the earthlings self destruct. This was happening with India. Then he had looked ahead in hope and now, we were looking back with despair.

In an attempt to read his mind, I was eager to strike a conversation with him. Some moments elapsed, and he was ready to pour his heart out after seeing all the years that had gone by and the happenings they brought along. He started:

“The witnessing of the current state of our country brings a shameful feeling as my first reaction. That was a time when there were men of purity who could have lived their life selfishly and spent a great life. Still they renounced the comfort for the well being of others. There was unity in diversity and people were ready to sacrifice their lives for others. Countless were the number of deaths and the amount of blood our soil soaked, to see the downfall of that flag. I had laid down non-violence as the path for my followers. Today I see speculations about my motive, genuineness, and actions. I do not want to justify my course. You can see it for yourself what the world has seen when men decide to take violence and revenge as their course of action. I did not want any man to go through the humiliation meted out to me in South Africa. Then, every meal was accompanied by great fear. Then I enforced a fast on myself. Now I see it enforced by others. I thought the divide would bring non interference and independence to both of you. I am ashamed of the hatred and acrimony still existing. There is Civil Disobedience between the workers and the government, Non-cooperation Movement between states and countries, Satyagraha for trivial reasons. What have we done to ourselves?”

I too had always felt the same. Despair and pessimism towards the future of our country. We had ruined us ourselves and there was no way we could get out of it.

A feeling of nostalgia surrounded him, as he began recounting about his colleagues:

“What men were they? They had strength of character and a vision to drive our country forward. Our country was so low on infrastructure, modernization and resource management. Yet the Political organism was so powerful and empowered with able men, that we were hopeful of progressing and seeing a prosperous India. And what is the current political state of the country? Corruption, Power game, Black Money, scandals and scams, sleight of hand, double standards… and some greatest frauds that can be committed on people. There is western culture all around us. Brain drain is killing us. The respect for patriotism has decreased. There’s no way we can heave up from this vicious pit. I give up.” With tears in his eyes, he got up to return.

All that he said was true. These were the exact thoughts infringed on my mind and millions of others, I assume. But the moment he gave form to these thoughts, it dawned on me that we are missing a point here. When in dark, all good things come to light by a small spark.. and not by cursing the darkness. We had missed the sparks of humanity and progress that was prevalent in our society.

I interrupted his departure. I explained to him that there was an other side to these things. He gave me some moments to gather myself. All good things came one by one to my mind. Finally I decided to show him the positive side of things. Right at that moment, he started with all the things whirling in my head:

“Post independence, we had a sound political system but our progress was slow. There were still communal riots, divides and disharmony among the people. But as time progressed, our outlook towards life changed. We started developing as a country. Communal harmony increased due to collaboration with other countries. We adopted globalization and modernization as our principles, which resulted in India competing in the international arena. The sound educational framework, incredible business infrastructure, technological and medical advancements etc. could not be overlooked. Today we boast of being a country which never instantiated a war and which never supported terrorism. At the same time, when someone threatened our independence, we showed them our character. The country’s reaction to Kargil and natural calamities is testimony to our spirit and humanitarian attitude. Barring a few who bring disgrace to politics as a whole, there are still many powerful leaders who are striving hard for the progress of our country. Men and women are progressing alike and we are no more chained by superstitions and blindfold traditions. The per capita income of an average Indian has increased and with such a huge population, it’s an amazing feat. As of today, Brain drain is really not a cause for concern, there is sufficient intellectual investment here. As far as patriotism is concerned, a man living his own life in a disciplined manner not giving in to corruption and stagnation, is indirectly doing his wee bit for the country. In a fast paced world, only relevant things need the Human in us. Ultimately, a massive effort to live our lives progressively, added with a little effort to be socially helpful will result in continuous prosperity of our country.”

These were the exact words I had for him. He knew it and there was content in his face. Knowing that I had realized what he wanted me to, he bid adieu saying:“There are many youths still sleeping and I need to go now to awaken them.”

The keeper too was now gone, since the Pigeons were now at ease.

Gandhi faded away and left me a way of thinking, which promised the development of the Self, and hence of the society and the country.

I woke up in the morning to the beaming sunlight.

water

today i found this piece of paper searching through my old docs...
i remember it was 3:30 am when i had penned the words...

Sun rises, dawn is born, and light pierces the day,
First form is dew, one of the infinite faces of thee;
Losing you, you reborn as the freshness in flowers,
Return immerses us in joy, with pearl like showers.

Sweetness in fruits and the lifeline of all beings,
Pillar of our dwelling place and soul of all things;
Lending beauty to space with azure illumination,
Fountain or Stream, elegant in every culmination.

Living beings and Nature cherish your serene form,
You are Mother of all aquatic Life in saline Form;
Truly Proportional, Massively Colossal is Gigantic Form;
Spectacularly sweet and cute is your childlike form.

Persistent and relentless, in the waves of the sea,
Calm and composed, in the stillness of a pond;
Powerful and unstoppable, are your wildest faces,
Absorbing, silent and great, in humble oceanic Form.

Hard work, determination concealed in perspiration,
Kid quenching thirst, redolent of sublime innocence;
Bravery and dedication, when a Soldier forgets you,
Purity and Her LOVE in the Milk, makes us what we are.

Only satisfier, victor, quenching his thirst every time,
Victorious in your attempt, the peak of versatility;
Expanding your horizons, increasing in proportions,
Teaching to unleash our Energies, grow up in stature.

Physically, ethically are innumerable countenances,
With explosive potential, you mould to any container;
You can’t stand a resting place, abode with loopholes
We see adaptability, grit to defend our principles.

The dissolution of Sins, through your Holy Spirits,
Your purity is intact, even after several Absolutions;
Teaching to revive the power in all our Heartbeats,
Stamp our identity, in worldly and chaotic notions.

You brought us into the world through the Creator,
You take us through the Transparent Frailty of Life;
Exhibiting magic from the cradle to the grave,
Finally we rest in you as nothing, mere Ashes.

Flow of tranquility cleanses all with unbiased vigor,
Unselfish, unmatched services, on grounds of equality;
Nature’s one more child, on a Mission to teach us,
It’s all up to us, to understand the uplifting spirit….

Dated sometime in 2006..