She meddles with his strings and he and he brings about a carnage.
A dream found me in my sleep,
Showed me places, goals and rewards,
As the night slowly dissolved into the dawn,
It woke up with me,
Asked me to take a leap of faith,
Why should I,
The immature me had it questioned,
It’s easy to see the one you perceive,
Maybe a treasure lies under the rainbow…..
The dream had asked,
And I closed my eyes,
As the wind fluttered my wings,
And let me dive……
Things joy has taught me:-
In short, speak up things you want to say like you own the your listeners, live each moment like there wouldnt be next, eat like crazy, play like crazy, love like crazy, live like crazy and still of those who don’t believe Joy. I would like to tell you, he is offended very easily. But I think he won’t bite you. But then everything is unexpected, just like life.
And for those of you who don’t know Joy, he is my yet to grow Labrador baby.
The following poem are my personal views. I don’t follow any particular school of thought. I apologise in advance if hurt anyone’s sentiment in these words.
I am sorry.
खाता है वो साग, वही खाता है मास,
पहनके के वही कुर्ता, जाता है मस्जिद या कृष्ण दरबार,
वो पूजता है एशु को, कभी कोरान को,
बच्चे, बूढ़े, औरत या हो कोई जवान,
चेहरा नहीं होता है उसका,
मज़हब क्या है उसका,
क्या है वो इंसान,
तबाही का सामान लेके, जो निकलते हैं बेख़ोफ,
क्या है वो इंसान,
रखवाले क्या बनते हो ईश्वर के,
क्या बच्चें करते है उसका जीना बेहाल,
फिर भी गिराते हो मस्जिद, मंदिर या कोई गिरजाघर,
क्या थी यही रखवाली, क्या था यही जिहाद,
अल्लाह भी है ख़ौफ़ मैं तेरे,
ज़लज़ले की हो चुकी शुरुआत,
भूख, भरष्टाचारी, ग़रीबी, अराजकता का है कैसा मायाजाल,
लोभियों के कंधों पे सवार होके आएगा एक दिन कोहराम,
आस टूटेगी, होगी ज़िन्दगी नीलाम,
तब शायद समझेगा इंसान,
उस मज़हब का क्या कीज़िएगा,
जब ख़त्म हो जाएगा इंसान।
Once again an English translation for the English readers. I wish you could read this one in Hindi.
He eats spinach, he eats meat,
Wearing the same cloth, he visits a mosque or a temple,
Worships the the Christ, and sometimes the Quran,
Kids, elderly, women or the youth,
He has no face,
What is his religion.
Is he a man,
With instruments of destruction, he runs amok,
Is he a man,
He protects God,
Do kids ever cause god any harm,
Still he demolishes mosques or churches,
Is this the protection, is this jihad,
Allah fears at his creation,
Apocalypse has just begun,
Hunger, corruption, poverty, anarchy are a great web,
Riding the shoulder of the greedy will come the doom,
Hope will be lost, life will be sold,
Then maybe the man may understand,
What will the religion serve,
When there would be no man…
She cooked in a pan of sky,
A story of swords and kites,
A night in a shining armour,
On the wings of a dragon,
With eyes open wide and far,
She cooked a dream in a pan of sky,
And let it fill the room to her doors,
The aroma, the garnishing,
Was all unique,
Just like a little breeze………
O Lord O Lord,
Give me the strength to stand,
When I fall,
Bruised with wounds of my deeds,
I lose faith,
Want to close my eyes,
The injustice in front of me,
Dumb I become,
Blinded by my ego,
I see no one,
Make me fall,
So I see I am a speck,
Give me pain,
So I feel,
This body is temporary,
Don’t be a support to me,
Let me make my own stand,
Let me improvise,
A boil there,
A spoil there,
A tattered shirt,
A worn out shoe,
The scent of blood and sweat,
The nectar of success,
When I win,
Don’t let it stay for long,
Bring a new challenge,
Something to learn again from,
Change the rules of the game,
Maybe fair, may sometimes be unfair,
But let the Sun shine,
Let the darkness stay not for long,
Send me hope,
Maybe family, maybe friends,
Or maybe someone not known,
I am a vessel of hopes and despair,
Prick me with holes,
Of sizes unknown,
Let me leak,
Let me bleach,
Till the colors become my own,
The winds by my side,
Days when the winds may take a rest,
Send me a letter,
The dreams I see,
The goals I set,
Give me the courage,
So they can live,
Lord O Lord,
Be with me,
But stay away,
Let me see,
The God in me…..
Shahz had asked me to do a quote challenge, I couldn’t write a quote but this is a poem I had an idea about for sometime now. Please do check her. She is amazing with words…
I have been watching the television a lot lately, mainly because anything productive was not coming out of me. As I was surfing through the channels I came across a reality show in which couples had to live with their in-laws before marriage, get to know them, learn about their culture and everything that would make them better Son-in-law or Daughter-in-law. In the episode, a man who wanted his fiancé to meet his parents asked her to dress up. He came to pick her up from her parent’s house and when he saw her he was bit taken aback. He had asked her to wear the traditional Indian wear and she was in the most casual dress one could ever wear. As he requested her to wear what he wanted, she threw up a fight. It might look completely normal when we see from a perspective of the girl but brings an all together different light when the thought process of a boy is taken in to consideration.
Parents of nobody ever think ill of their children. No matter how much they grow up but for a parent they will always be their little child, the one they have spent their time and energy to make them someone they want them to be. No parent will ever want any harm to befall on their children and would never want them to make an outcaste, someone who is not a part of the society. So they feed their kids with values, with basic necessities of dealing with people so that they don’t lack at any place. These values form the basis of everything the child perceives. Sometimes the things he/she learns by themself, helps him overcome something troubling him/her and sometimes he may remember how his parents dealt with a similar situation. The importance of what a parent teaches is not measurable. It stays with us at every part of life.
I, being born in an Indian family have always observed how my parents dealt with situations and people. The first thing they always did was to be polite because they always believe in seeing the reason behind something rather than raising their voice. But sometimes some don’t hear the polite, so they become the rudest person I have ever known. This is very fabric of adaptation that we as living beings have always taken very keen interest in. Studies conducted have shown life to evolve from Amoeba and as a single celled organism Amoeba needed to reproduce so that it may survive. It did and it did very simple and beautiful. It created parts of itself and created another being. Similar were the other levels of evolution. Fish came out of water to inhabit the land, so came the land animals. Then the sky had to be conquered, so came the birds. But then, someone had to maintain harmony among others, so more intelligent forms of life evolved. Home Sapiens came into existence or the more popular Humans as we all know. Adaptation was always the very essence of evolution. But evolution never meant starting from something new, it was creating something better of the already available. Do you see – the already available. Yes, that’s the thing that helps evolution function.
The programme I was watching had a twist of turn and the girl revolted against the decision his to – be husband had made for her. She cited the many modern laws in practice and told that this kind of thing is a thing of past. I was taken aback. Why would someone discard something that has been existing far longer than the lifetime of a single person, something that took a long time to come into shape, something that was infused with lives of the many who sacrificed themselves for the larger good they saw.
Culture is the basic identity of a human being, more than any other living being.
Humans during the evolutionary process have realised that living together is much safer and better than living alone and when we live together, we live as a single unit. Much like the cells of Amoeba, who when divided creates different but same organism. As humans came together and spread, they imbibed many things owing to the very ability to adapt. Some grew very tall, some grew very short, some developed a different skin tone, some were fast runners, some were heavy lifters.
But all of them were the same.
The circumstances, the environment, the situations made them what they became. But a man is nothing if he forgets his roots. If one day we decide, the only living thing that can live on this planet will be us, then apocalypse will come, nothing will remain. Similar is the case with culture. Kingdoms, many great Nations have fallen just because they thought of themselves more suitable than any other. But no civilisation ever flourished if they couldn’t adapt or in some form or other forgot their roots or started identifying themselves as other civilisations. Think this of if one day an elephant starts thinking itself of a dog, how will you take it out for a walk and the amount of you know what it would produce. You’ll be soaked in it. Or if someday you decide you want to be a bird or a Pizza(those things are addictive), God knows what may become. Possibilities here are unlimited.
Modernity in the name of imitation is a preposterous concoction because then you won’t remain original.
We live in a world of globalization, everything and anything is accessible to anyone who has the resources to get it. Ideas, things, people, money and cultures travel. Maybe not faster than light(because then how else will you be reading this) but it does travel at a pace which some may confuse as something better or something more likely to be ‘in fashion’. One must take pride in what they are because they have travelled a road to come where they are. It may not be a long distance but the fact that they kept moving is much greater than not moving at all or moving backwards. We can only appreciate the greatness of where we are only if we keep our roots in mind because no matter how humble roots were, they still are the strongest. But one should never let one’s pride blind him because once a great tree was a seed and once a now CEO of an organization started from the bottom. The example of Raavan is best suited here. Raavan was a pure genius. He was a scholar, an astronomer, a mathematician, an administrator, a warrior, a scientist, he had mastered the highest levels of meditation. But the only thing that killed him was his ego.
Pride can very easily turn into ego. The difference is hairline.
I take pride(notice pride) in wearing the traditional attire which has been laid down by my culture because that’s my very identity. I do sometimes wear what the dress code for a certain place demands but that doesn’t mean I would any day want to give away my identity for a new one. And why should I. There must be reason why we or for that matter any of us are the way we are. And it is perfectly fine if we don’t understand it right now but it will reveal itself to us one day. If some kind of attire brings happiness to the faces that mean a lot to us then the purpose is fulfilled.
Respect is subjective.
Respect for someone maybe touching feet of his elders or not honking unnecessarily when a person infront of you is as helpless as you are or maybe letting someone enter before you or maybe standing up when you speak to someone standing while you are sitting or listening to someone before you speak. Possibilities here as well are unlimited. But respecting the one’s and other’s culture is the most important of all because if it was not for respect, mutual coexistence would have never been possible.
Later in the episode, the girl decided to wear Sari and she looked beautiful more than ever.
The question I want to put up here is, what is your notion for respect. Mine is realising the presence of a living being in a surrounding around me. I may interact with you or maybe not but I still respect you until you do respect me and my presence and if you don’t, Then I have learnt a thing or two from my parents as well with a tinge of the globalized culture.
I know five languages.
As she breathed fire into his soul,
He turned into a phoenix ,
Died, lived, lived and died. . . .