Thursday, July 22, 2010

Tattva...Jal...

It moulds...it cures...
It absolves...No more you are impure...

A spray of freshness...
Soothes you down...Should you feel restless...

The soothing ripples...
Absorb away your personal ripples...

The angry splash...cautions you in a flash...
If you play with my world....
I play with yours...

Nourishes with maternal love...
Quenches the thirsty urge...

Offer it to the needy...
Don't hold it back...don't be greedy...

यथा वदंतीह महाप्रदानं सर्वेषु दानेषु जलप्रदानम्‌॥
(Donation of water is called greatest of all donations in this world)



Monday, July 5, 2010

Guinea Pigs....


A lot has been written about our so called dysfunctional political system and even more about the politicos who attempt to drive it. And then there is more. 

Today's Bharat Bandh was supposed to be a quiet way of telling our government that "Aam Aadmi" is taking a big beating owing to the recent fuel price hike. Unfortunately it was a different story all together. For many years  now,I have been hearing that these so called bandhs are an apt opportunity for the miscreants to create ruckus and civil unrest. 

Today! I experienced it first hand. 

The bandh that was planned to voice the opinion of "Aam Aadmi", reduced to a set of protests which ended up troubling the same poor soul. Like every other bandh day, I decided to start early for office so that I manage to travel across Delhi without a glitch. Every other bandh had started only by 0900 hrs. 

But this one was different. They took us by surprise.

The digital time keeper of my car had not even shown 0830 hours when suddenly my breezy drive came to a sudden halt. Out of nowhere emerged scores of protesters who then blocked the national highway 24 ( near Akshardham Temple). I froze...

           


Never in my life had I seen saw many policemen in front of me - agitated, confused, annoyed, exasperated, prepared. The policeman also quickly took up their posts. It was going to be a long day. 

The protests were anything but peaceful. Tyres punctured, effigies burnt, slogans raised, commuters manhandled, Metro stopped and so on so forth.

Amidst all this chaos and mayhem, nobody was worried about the hidden cost of this protest- loss of valuable man hours, damage to state property, fuel wastage  and exponential amount of anguish. 

Till when would we allow these so called nation builders to take out their personal vendetta by harassing the public, by making us their guinea pigs? Burning an effigy will help in rolling back the price hike- Says who?  Puncturing the tyres of a school bus will definitely make the government change their decision- Says who? Banging hands on my car's bonnet will solve the price hike- Says who? 




This charade should be put to an end before it takes an unmanageable form. The question is - who, when, where and how will this be achieved. 

Today, I was lucky that I was one of the first ones to get stuck in this bandh and thus I was also one of the first ones to escape from its clutches. But while I heaved a sigh of relief and rushed back home.....

I saw a snarl shaping up, already sprawling over 7 kilometers. 

The day had just begun. It was going to be a long day.   

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Tattva....Agni...


It scorches...it flares...
Time and again...
It scintillates...

A danseuse...who entices...
Dare you come closer...
It incinerates to ashes...

A provider of warmth...
Essential for home and hearth...

Laden with desire...
Drives to rise up higher...

It creates...it annihilates...
It exhilarates...it captivates...


A tattva that destructs to ressurect...
Agni namo namah...

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Bitch Is Back...




Gone is the coyness...
Calculative is the smile...

Stone cold eyes...
Piercing into mine...

All set to slay...
Searching for a prey...

Sipping her Sherry...
Scheming how to make merry...

Lean and extremely mean...
Zealously demeans...

Devoid of emotions...
Others' trials n tribulations....
Give her satisfaction...

Loves to belittle...
Cares very little...

Allures, corrupts...
Her aura perturbs...

She woos,she plays...
The ones at her mercy mold like clay...

Empathy is what she lacks...
The Bitch is back...

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Doc & I....


Doc & I have known each other for the last twenty years. Aspiring to be the life saviours, at that tender age, we had set out together not knowing that soon we would become an integral part of each other's lives. 

Passion for certain outdoor games brought us even closer. Certain years down the lane, her resolve to become an integral part of the Indian Medical Fraternity still remained intact while I had some different plans. I moved into the commerce stream and that is when our testing times began.

We didnt realise the impact of this academic seperation up until next year. When the entire school was waiting to welcome her as the new Head Girl, they were in for a surprise - I was sworned in as the new Head Girl.

A strain had appeared and I feared- This is it! This is where our frienshdip, nurtured for over 10 years, would end. The next few days were dark and gloomy. Even a thin streak of hope was  nowhere to be seen.

But something else was planned for us. A letter arrived. Doc had written that letter.  She shared the angst and uncertainity that she had experienced in the last few days. She also shared her decision that she'll not let this episode impact our friendship. The dark clouds had vanished.

Over the years, she accepted my inability to regularly stay in touch and I accepted the fact that I must make an effort to reach out to her more often. Thus, our companionship moulded in a comfortable pattern that kept us connected.

Doc! Today when you are all set to embark upon a journey. A journey that will take you to a whole new world. A world where a new life, a companion  is waiting for you.  All I want to say is -

" May God Bless You with abundance, happiness and lots of love. I would always be by your side. Ours is a companionship of lifetime and won't let anything alter that".

Congratulations !!


Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Some One Stole My Dream...


The sprinter who came second...
Loosing out by just one mili-second...

The beautifully beaded pearl necklace...
That broke when it slipped from the terrace...

On the brink of tying the nuptial...
The union was called off...

The candy hidden in the freezer ...
That could not be savored lazily, later...

The two marks that he missed out...
Helped the other one, stand out...

Years old friendship...
In a minute...gone sour...

The lonely wailing cub....
Contemplating to search the missing one, who had nurtured...

The promotion she was hoping for...
Snatched away by someone, to settle a score...

There are so many heartaches...
Which ones to be shared, which ones to be kept in the cashe...

Life has to go on...
But it is us standing adamantly, not willing to move on...

The only one question that makes my cry...
Some one stole my dream....but why?

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Scorching Clouds...


The scorching land...
Glances up at the pregnant clouds...

The parched patch...
Raises a plea out loud...

O beholder of vapor...
What have I done...

Why do you avert your gaze...
Why do you desist me for the wrong ... I have not done...

Look me in my eyes...
Confront me upfront...

I want to know why...
The savage in you ....wants to keep me dry...

With a lightening, resembling a smile...
And the pitch, not so high ...

A tiny tear streaming down its eyes..
The beholder of vapor, cried...

My dearest terrene....my lovely countryside...
I have nothing against you, I have nothing to hide...

Its the mortal who rules upon you...
He is the one who brought upon this plight...

He who has plundered you...
He who has murdered you...

He is the one...
Who has desiccated my reservoir...

I am so helpless...I want to cry...
It breaks my heart...to see you dry...

Lets come together and pray for refuge...
Almighty is so great, we won't be refused...

Lets pray for enlightenment...
Let us pray...that the mortal be disciplined...

Lets pray that he is apprised...
To play with us won't be right...