July 7, 2009 § 18 Comments
Of everything MJ has “given” , this song is the best . I am not a huge fan of the king , but everytime I listen to this song , I think the man was from somewhere else .
Of late I have been left to wonder , is there a better a way out of everything ? At this moment everything in this universe is in action . Dead , live , living , nonliving or anything and everything is in action . Who is responsible for all these actions ?
We are- each and everyone in this world is , at least for our own. We respond , we react , we emote , we shout , we cry , we hurt others , we feel the pain when we are hurt .
Yet some how if we could see beyond all that , if for one moment we understand that we can be better than all that – ha but that sounds too utopian . If we all were like that there might be no life or everything else in it . Maybe this the choice we make – this is the destiny we choose .
Maybe in today’s world, we took this path, but that doesn’t mean the future needs to follow our way. If we can stop being so violent , if can forget our ego when we see someone above us so that they don’t need to use their ego in turn ;If we can appreciate those below us and help them when they respect us and when our help can make them better,so that not only them but also we get the pleasure of betterment.
We have reached a point in history , where religion and war need to be understood. We need to understand that fear and guilt are the vicious things which keep us bound to the abyss. Creation and destruction are part of nature and that which we need to destroy is our need for vengeance.
We cannot be without competing but we can see our opponent as we see ourselves. We can judge a person the same way we would judge ourselves. Equality is not where every person gets the same , it is where every person has the chance to get to the same .
We can heal the world for after all everything is
And we can reach peace for after all what is peace?
To reach peace,
we need thought and action.
To achieve peace,
we need calm and meditation.
To understand peace,
we need war and destruction.
To perceive peace,
we need acceptance and rebellion.
To feel peace,
we need self and soul.
To know peace,
we need success and failure.
To become peace,
we need nothing- peace,
for peace is nothing but
you,when everything else is gone.
May 21, 2009 § 30 Comments
peace for the world,
peace through words.
yet the strength of an illusion depends on the perceiver
And when time comes we break it and adhere .
Let it be chains or bars ,
Nothing can stop the light from penetrating the walls ,
The eye can see through the darkness ,
That which shall glow will show
And where there is fire there is smoke .
Wings of the mind are our thoughts
And in there many wars were fought .
We can now stretch them and fly ,
From the moonless night , rise ;
Our actions are right ,
Our hands never lose their sight .
Freedom of the sky ,
Shadows of a full moon night ,
The balance is so straight ,
Everything is an illusion ,
Yet we do need to live in it ,
So that we can break it .
The light shines the brightest
April 30, 2009 § 10 Comments
The other day I went to a drama called chocolate Krishna by ‘Crazy’ Mohan ( his troupe is one of the most famous here) . And in the drama , a snippet of this song was played . And bingo like any good old 21st century city kid , came back and youtubed the song . I know we had this song cassette when I was about 6 or 7 as I remember losing it in the tourist taxi while returning from Thirupati after my upanayanam(the sacred thread ceremony , the name is right , right?) ..
So now that I am out of my lazy phase(ya too laxy to copy and paste a link) here is the song..
All I can say is that people realize that it is not worth fighting .
P.S:- check out this post on Paulo’s blog .
April 14, 2009 § 12 Comments
Sometimes you just smile
And there nothing can hide .
Sometimes you just see
And the sight sets you free .
From the depth of the sky,
To the height of the seas,
The world is what it is meant to be –
From the jiggle of set chimes,
To the babbled nursery rhymes,
From the chirp of a bird,
To the early morn crimson skirt,
The world is what it is meant to be ,
Always there to set you free.
Touch of nature ,
Touch of humanity,
You do feel , that skies are roamed
And that all you see is owned,
That the breeze from the sea ,
Is meant to push you to see ,
Those trees who do sway far at peace .
In the beget of all rhapsodies,
One in the sky does merge
And within does emerge ,
A world on the verge ,
Of a smile and it does purge
As the smile sets alive.
Sometimes you just smile
And there nothing can hide .
Sometimes you just see
And the sight sets you free.
The light shines the brightest
November 29, 2008 § 11 Comments
Enough is Enough! Yes we say this again and again. The inital reaction has now subdued and it is replaced by more sensibile thoughts,by whoever is capable of such.
First before I get into the whole saga and try to put my sagacity to some use,let me first salute,those Men who gave their lives for saving many other.While we can be skeptic and claim that they were just doing their duty,that in it self is something great.I am not so sure,I would have sacrifised my life for the sake of others.Hemanth Karkare, was under pressure and received SMS threats ,but still he went in and fought the terrorists,even while his intergrity was questioned. Sandeep Unnikrishnan and Havaldar Gajendra Singh and the other police and special forces officers and the staff of the hotel who helped save people also died fighting the scoundrels and they are the heroes of today.For a nation,which is so politically and religiously complicated,we all salute these men,without whom terror might have ceased the economy.
And ask me to name these people a week or a month from today,i don’t i will remember.That is always the problem,we all say so much,all of us blame and point fingers,yet we all forget.After all immaterial of whether we are from the mango selling class or the Taj class ,we have our business to do.We will be bothered about terror and the ugly reality of human goodness not being a whole some reality only when our own valued lives are threated.There is nothing wrong with that too.
In a way,this is our defence mechanism.Yet this attack will be remembered by us,for such action is not blase ,this is fresh and it has hit,the rich,the people who make India.The media which usually is more bothered about an actress sneezing or if an actor is wearing a pink shirt or concentrating on cricketers for a change had some real NEWS.At last the NEWS channel had their use,albeit,all of them showing the same thing.Popular NEWS anchors were rushed in and even NISHA(for those ignorant people,it is the name of the cyclone which cycled over Tamil Nadu) was forgotten with the rest of the celebrities as operation Cyclone went on.
We all were agape at the site of the Taj hotel burning.”A thing of beauty is a joy forever” and yet such beauty was smeared with such sinister force that you wonder “is this reailty?”.Even as rain swalloed our streets here in Chennai,we all watched the vice humans and the various forces battle it out.After all Mumbai is the financial capital of India.For a moment all of us forgot the communal divide which someone was trying to enforce upon us.We all watched as an intergrated force,fought the terrorists who had come here to die and blow up an icon of India.As smoke and fire spread through the Taj and the internal structure was vanadalized we were taken by an eerie thought-is this what happens to the Business India?
The battle has ceased to be religious,it is now the developed and modern against the retarded and mideval minds who want to own our world.At the same time,the terrorists who died are not the devil himself.They were mere pawns in the game,who were comanded and sacrifised by a much larger force.
By attacking an icon and entering through the gateway of India,those unscrupulous beings have mocked the nation.And our soveregnity was preserved and shall be.For once,the politicians have not been able to play their games.For once we question them and for once they are answerable to us.
And as more and more clues regarding the affiliation of the terrorists to various international orgainzations are found,what are going to do? Since the media has branded this as India’s 9/11,are we going to go out and blow another nation? Of course that is not going to help,this attack has proven that.Cutting a branch is only going to help the tree grow better.What we need to do,is cut the tree at its base and then make sure we utilize it properly.
What we are facing ,are groups who are ready to die.And fear is their weapon.If an other nation has an hand in this,then it time to end this for once and all,but then at what cost?
First let us see the face of the enemy and not fight something which has no proper form.We need to get the people who are behind these attacks and make them responsible for all this.They should be made to work and manually replace every inch of a building.They should be made to understand how much it takes to build those buildings.These people are no idiots of of course,they know what they are doing.
They should have a cause,so to them let us say ,we want to hear what is their cause.But no cause is so great that you should kill so many people.This is not a question of fighting fire with fire.In the end we shall all be burnt in our own,which these people anyway are willing to do.
We have to respond though, but how?The problem is there is no thrid persons view here.We are all in it.We need to think from outside.
We need to make those cowards come out and fight face to face and take responsbility,that is of course if anything human is left in them.Whatever happens,weeds will always be there in a garden.But among humans,the difference between a weed and a useful plant is how a person’s mind is lead.So let us make sure we do not give space for more terrorists to be born.And to those existing-lantena is a weed,but it is still grow as a ornomental flowers.But if these are not humans but only useless weeds,sorry its time to cull.
November 7, 2008 § 14 Comments
November 4, 2008 § 17 Comments
No more can one laugh
at the thought of wrath-
except those who have seen
or those who are innately mean.
And such people maybe few,
but their ways are like flu
spreading their voluptuous
chaste and magnanimous hate.
And those live and have lived
and for ever will,
unless and until
we find a way to keep them still.
And they have hurt and burnt
those who thought and learned
and then they try to anoint
by chanting a sorry,
as if that alone can take away
the misery and make the world free.
Yet,the brains have never died
and never shall.For there is no farewell
for those who dare to say there is no hell.
this is not a thank giving
as it was and is their purpose of existing.
Yet what do the rest,
the ones, whom rust,
takes over more than lust,
do,but burn and blow
as if it were a fireworks show.
We do not believe in the stake
nor in killing with hate,
so what do we do?To change this fate,
before time runs and it becomes too late?
“For fire,fire” said the bard once
but will it end menace?
Whose brains it that is washed
and who faces the aftermath of the shock?
Instead of day after day,giving sermons and talks
let us think and try to come up with thoughts
that will make this better for all.
P.S: for those who don’t know,who the bard is ,it is Shakespeare.
November 1, 2008 § 8 Comments
the light shines the brightest
October 23, 2008 § 9 Comments
At the top stood peace,
between vapours and trees.
The watery spirits moved about
and were ready for a fresh bout.
And those of man’s creation,
waited to see nature’s manifestation.
The winds blew back to the equator
and with it brought clouds filled with vapour.
The North-East monsoon was at play,
and nothing can keep them at bay.
A grandeur ,a synthesis of forces,
balanced and in perfect poses,
came down to earth,
back towards the hearth,
back to the eternal solution,
the mighty ocean.
Yet above remains a sense of peace,
one which nothing can teach,
for abstract it is,
just like the vapours.Yet it takes
a form,like the clouds,
free and flowing,
with the winds of creation’s being.
The harsh tunes of man’s action,
of wasteful chatter and bicker,
can only be minor disturbance,
that can never take away the tune
of the ever green crashing
of droplets upon the ground
and solid homes and the swaying of
trees,whose inertial test it is.
The sun a lonely stranger-
behind masses he stands,
by lazies faire,he is now free,
from verbal vows against his
incessant heat.Yet it is by his decree,
that that the winds do blow
and by his will that trees grow.
And by all the wills of nature sundry,
man steps foot,on the planet,
where once ferocious creatures roamed.
And there in the midst of such,
a few nitwits in gray thoughts move,
And trying to docile everything that is true-
by nothing but their targets mind,
which produced everything so refined.
And yet the system of water is such,
that whatever maybe the ruthless
notion of stray physical might of man,
it shall flow on,for the ocean,
is shore less,what we see being
a part of the mighty universe.
And such and such a virtue,
it has,that,the tune shall flow
from every pore and it shall pour,
forever,on the shores where sediments
of countless waves crash,
since the beginning of time.
And the soul of the drops
shall give life to the seed,
like a fire,giving life to a twig.
And from that life,
many more shall spark,
which oh!will lead to more sounds
and enrich the symphony,
where every note,shall cause,
the other and every sound
shall complete the other.
And then life shall out wit
those scared creatures
and in such a world shall
there be more rains,
which will fill the purse
of life,with the fusion
of sounds,from which shall
emerge more lovelier a song,
that at last we know,there we belong.
And at there is the peace,
which no one can preach
nor can anyone breach.
And the artists shall paint
the perfect picture,where
the tree sways and the water
moves,as true as life can be.
The soul dance,shall be expressed
and no more will life be repressed
for such is the joy of music
and such is the power of rain
that descends from the heaven
which is in truth-nature driven.
And so,and so,the chords are struck
and quirk of each and each drop show.
And in the order of divine connotation,
there we see the nature’s manifestation.
And as the clouds go by,
and in months time they shall come again,
filled with treasures of oceans
far and lands unknown and unseen.
And back and forth the bow shall
move and the fingers shall grip,
those which need to be fulfilled.
And want is such that,the heat
it endures shall always be rewarded
and depression shall end in elevation
welcoming the rich clouds of gifts.
And with them our endured wisdom
shall guide us,where our prayer
of thoughts shall materialize
and grow into trees on which
shall grow not just fruits but
jewels to placed on our crown.
Forever it shall rain,
forever the song shall rein.
Forever water shall remove the stain
and forever the sun shall rise
and we shall forget vice.
Forever the bow will move,
and music it is through and through.
At the top shall stand peace,
waiting for you to breach
the bubble and see the eternal.
the light shines the brightest