Realisations and such

On Saturday I will be turning twenty-four. A lot has changed in my life, but amongst those which haven’t is the urge to write. I still write a lot- in my head. It is a weird process, but one which is most fulfilling. The fact that technology hasn’t invaded our heads is fortunate, else even that would be captured and put out in the web. Paper is a lovely option, but this is more about not putting pen to paper and just losing yourself to the words. Music has been essential in me discovering this. Anyway, that’s for another time.

Amongst what has changed is the way I see the world. The idealist me still exists. My belief system hasn’t changed. But what has changed is the way I deal with people and the world. The ropes that bind(freedom, rights, independence etc) are such that one needs to be suspicious if it is too long, fight if it is too short, or be left wondering what is the right length. But as you go along you try to get a grip of it. Ultimately nobody knows, and what’s essential is to enjoy the process. Along the way I have learnt a few things, some on my own and some through people- you know who you are, and I am glad that you allowed me to be a part of your life. This isn’t a definitive list or in any order,

a) No self-pity.

b) The world owes you nothing.

c) You can have no friends or a seemingly endless list of people, but you got to deal with yourself. You owe yourself something- enough care to be with yourself.

d) Your happiness is important. You may derive happiness through people, but don’t expect people to make you happy.

e) You care for people, but there is a line beyond which you can’t do anything for them. No, you haven’t failed.

f) There’s much wrong, but there’s also much right. Anger shows you care, but you need to bear in mind that actions have consequences; think things through. Respond and not react.

g) People will go away. Some forever, some for a while. You don’t control them neither are you controlled by them.

h) What’s here today can be destroyed in seconds. Look at the sky- there is a universe out there you don’t know.

i) Be nice to people, but don’t expect people to be nice to you. You will encounter rude people, hateful people- be firm but don’t lose your manners.

j) There’s no point in getting stuck. Space is in the mind.

k) Believe in yourself. You will fail, again and again, but don’t stop believing.

l) Hope is that which makes you want to get out of bed. There are those days when you don’t want to- let it be, you soon will.

 

I am at a stage where I don’t depend on people for happiness. And that’s not sad, bad or mad. There’s a contentment in that. I take comfort in music, writing, art and the shadows thrown by my reading light. I think of old stone and new- of Hampi and of the Himalayas. We are in an age when everything is shared, told, advertised and success is that which someone else is surely jealous of. The world is gluttonous, and there’s a clamour for privilege- I cannot escape this, but I can ensure that it doesn’t consume you.

To Life and Hope,

 

 

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Thinking aloud

Congratulations to Egypt and her people. To stand up without ammunitions, with only peace, hope and belief as their weapons, they have achieved something which many of us had written off as impossible.

Like rest of the world, I am just another sympathizer. Fair enough, because it did not happen close to my home or in my country. But when people tweet and retweet, when they post updates on facebook and write about in their blogs, I wonder, why don’t we have the guts to stand up.

Each and every day, I come across stories of horror fueled by corruption and spread by a supposed invincibility. We all know. Most of us dismiss as ‘normal’ and conclude ‘what can I do’. But when people can say things on twitter, when many Indians can waste time on facebook liking pages about TV shows and trying to become tycoons and millionaire farmers, why can’t we stand up? Why can’t we make the buffoons realize that we will not tolerate it.

I am not talking about the poor. I am not talking about those people, who we think do not exist. I am talking about you and me, who are ready enough to bribe a police man when caught, who are ready enough to curse the same police man and at the same time sympathize with him. I am talking about us hypocrites.

We live in a pseudo-democracy. We are in times when newspapers are willing to accept money for publishing articles, when news channels no more report but propagate, when you no more know what is reality.

All of us,know about a particular man who was behind the whole Commonwealth games and what he did. We tweeted, we created facebook pages, but why weren’t we able to do anything about it? Because we accepted it as right. Right of that class of this country to steal and do whatever they want. We are sadly, happy enough to sit in our A/C rooms and cabins and let things pass. We are couch/recliner rebels. We dare not do anything about it- for our rights begin and end with being able to talk about something.

We are expected to believe that one man can steal unbelievable amounts of money. We are willing to let ourselves be divided in every way possible, without doing anything about it. We are willing to accept that it is alright for traffic to be blocked for hours for one person to go.

A certain Sen, can be put behind bars, without 99% of the country having heard about the case. And the media shall show you an actor’s wedding even when there are floods or droughts in another part of the country.

We are in a free country. But every choice has a cost- the cost of choosing to stand up for our rights is increasing even as we brush aside everything as ‘normal’ and go on with it. We cannot support our neighbours when they are pressured by certain people, we cannot fight for those people whose lands are stolen, we cannot even be without paying for a college seat.

It is depressing to think about these things. The choices we have are- a) take the ‘wheel of the bus , b) get out of the bus , c) show support to someone who is willing to take the ‘wheel. Most of us can’t drive a two-wheeler properly, so let alone a bus. We cannot get out of the bus, simply because we are in the middle of a jungle and do not know where to go. But if someone is willing to take the ‘wheel, why don’t you show support?

We do need someone to take the ‘wheel. Unfortunately, to appeal to the masses, to garner support from the educated Indians who work in big offices, you need a lot more than them merely having faced the blunt of the various negative forces. They are like fishes, who refuse to believe that a bigger pond is just a jump away today. Tomorrow our pond is going to become so small, that we are going to die here.

To the usual readers of this blog, these things I say are nothing new. I ask myself what have I done? Nothing. I am just another 19-year-old who refuses to grow up – I still believe in those good things which people said when I was a kid. I wish I can do something. But I have come to realize that that something should be big enough to not fall. It will be hard work, to build this force, brick by brick, but I am willing to do it. What is in my head, stays in my head, till then.

The above might be just to convince myself that I am not turning a blind eye to the things that bother me, but I am hoping that isn’t the case. Youth Unite was an experience. I saw how people react when posed with even a simple thing like writing about what they think on various issues. I will continue to have hope and believe in what I believe.

End of rant. Thank you for reading.

half past eight

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Sometimes you just smile,

And there nothing can hide .

Sometimes you just see 

And the sight sets you free .

 

He lay on his bed wondering what is going on around him . Sometimes things just seem too good to be real . Having his phone buzzing , people wanting to talk to him made him feel happy . But some how , he couldn’t stop looking at where he was all those years back . Time is a funny thing . As you grow older , you keep changing . Things which mattered to you a while back don’t . You see your self in the mirror and try to think back ,what you felt when you saw into it a few months back . You smile at how you felt .

He smiled . But some how he couldn’t accept certain things . He wished this was not a dream . Funny how for a person who kept living in his dreams , he wished this was not a dream . What people never understand is that , what is just a remark by a stranger for someone might mean the world to others and that it can hurt . Yet if you ever spoke about how certain things affected you , people become sarcastic and pass more comments . But by now you have learnt so wouldn’t really care about any of it .

Pain seems a burden when it is physical but it is torture when it is mental . He smiled into the mirror again . Ha made a few funny faces at himself and laughed . He turned and jumped about as if he was a kid . That is what is fun , trying to connect to things by trying to feel the world within . The passion with which you try to understand things around you . The innocent tenacity . He started to sing . It didn’t matter to him , that he was a horrible singer , he just enjoyed doing it .

All though time might catch up soon , he knew he could always play with himself , the child within him .It doesn’t matter what walls are erected , it doesn’t matter what they are made up of . What does matter is the fact that you know you can bring them down when you want to ,not because you have to but because you want to…It was half past eight , he left for the party with a big smile. 

 

The Angel Of God by Jyothi Menon – Book review

Picture from the Author’s site(link at the end).

 

A pretty ‘warm’ book and a lovely story. Something about it makes you feel comfortable,maybe becuase we Indians already have heard about people,whom she has created . This book would have welcomed more superlative appraisal from me, if not for a few places where the ‘ HR ‘ sticks out.

The story has three main characters , the first one being a  underworld  don called Moosa . The character is someone who you would like to encounter in real life,in fact you do wonder where are such good , kind hearted people, but then you realize that something is not right and well he is ‘ bastardised by the circumstances’ – his childhood in the world famous Dharawi and the various illegal things he gets into make him into a black sheep,but a sheep never the less.

The second is a character called Bhaskaran who is from an ancient family in Kerala. He grows in a place a close to Dharawi where he happens to meet Moosa during a row. He later goes on to achieve ,thanks to Moosa Bhai’s help.

The third is a orphan called Abubacker,in Khozikode,who , with the help of Moosa become a ‘Muthalali’. The book has vivid descriptions of the illegal businesses both in Kerala and Mumbai. Moosa helps in the making of two men,both different- one educated in MIT(Bhaskaran) and the other educated by experience in the underworld. The book also moves a lot – Kerala,Chennai,Mumbai, Libya,Middle East ,Nagpur etc.

As I said,the book seemed to have bit too much of the HR angel. This being fiction, every paragraph helps in molding the story and the reader being a person who picks up this book from the best seller stand,is bound be at loss,when he is faced with description of running a business,it catches you out ,when at about 1 0r 2 in the morning between a nice story someone talks about business.Also if it were so simple,then everyone would be a entrepenuer . But maybe that is the cynic in me,rather maybe it is a reaction to the fact that a particular part towards the end , seemed to add a certain degree of reality to it and rob it of the ‘cho cho sweet why can’t this be a feel good movie/ wah wah a fairy tale at last’.

I never like to reveal the story,except maybe the main characters,because my belief is that,reading a detailed review,takes away a bit of the charm of reading a book. I would say,read this book,if you want a something light and feel good(there are a few bits of harsh reality,which seeing other stories now days,would make into a fairy tale anyway) .It also gives you an insight into a few places and ways of living(ya well I guess it is better than travel and living).  Though I just criticised the HR part,there are a few messages which have been put in with a bit of euphamism which we all can use,when we deal with people( Okay, I am not know for my patience when dealing with certain type of people,so yes,maybe I should learn). I might be over rating this book,but anyway..

 

Rating – 8/10. Makes a nice little quick read.

Author’s page.

A fairy tale

In my dreams I do believe,
One day I will achieve.

 

Fairy tales begin with ‘once upon a time’ and so does this one. Once upon a time, in a world far far away  from ‘reality’ there was a little boy in a big city. He dreamed of reaching the stars which he saw and thought that if he could keep improving his paper plane design, he could build a craft and finally go and see the stars closer.

 

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He was a good old chatterbox,non-stop super-sense  if not to others ,to himself. But what was more shocking was the way he could observe people and things. Though people around made fun of  him,he loved the stars and told himself, he would go up away from this world and see them some day , some how. But at that he didn’t know one thing-that when people decide your dream is ridiculous they try to make sure you can never reach it.

And so the time came when the kid entered first standard and the bright lad, now hated school,because the teachers some how didn’t like him.The smart boy he had been in kindergarten was now gone. He realized he liked a certain girl ,who was popular,got good marks and whom everyone wanted to talk to-things he wasn’t. Oh! he and marks – Some how,they never seemed to matter to him,yet they seemed to give people a reason to say why he can’t go to the ‘space’ and visit the universe ,he wasn’t getting enough marks!

But that didn’t stop him,he was a determined kid.In his mind,he could see himself peeping out of the window at the stars and enjoying the serene silence. Where ever he thought of that,he felt on top of that world,below him called earth,how those people tried to tell him he can’t fly,but he was little bird wasn’t he? 

In his dreams ,he achieved plenty more. He lead a life,away from the reality. And as life would have it,he was never popular in school, though he wished he was , but that gave him plenty of time,to live in his own little world of ideas and ideals. But his marks saw a bit of daylight and slowly started going up for a while.

By the time he entered his teens,he still thought of his stars but he now understood,what the world would do-he was old enough to understand people and their ways. So one day he sat and told himself,no matter what life throws at him,he would get there.

But within a while,all changed and his dreams seemed to have gone away.Someone seemed to have stamped the little paper plane -he hated it,he never was a earthling,earth was meant for creatures who wanted safety,not for heroes like him.Then suddenly,a thread stuck from the sky and he started to climb towards the stars. One the way up,he knocked on God’s door and give him his best smile.

But suddenly everything came crashing,some human was pulling him down, this shouldn’t happen,to the little boy,the young man told himself  , would this be the end of the road for his dream. Then something struck him, there is another path, to his dream,not one of climbing up a thread, but one which he had to discover and on the way he would learn more about humans and the way they act . He told himself that he would make it , he felt the warmth of the dreams .

During the day,he observed the race he was left in and tried to figure out why people were people and why they might be so. Then they called him a idealist. He hated it as much as he hated the way people behaved. But he knew,if he ever was going to go to the stars, he needed to tell these people , it was they who showed him , his ideas and ideals , they who showed him how to build a paper plane and it was they who crushed it and pulled the ropes. This was not helplessness . If he wanted he knew, there were other ways, there were people , who would love to have him(or so he believed) but he despised helplessness , if not this, than that , the stars kept calling. 

Year after year,he tried; Then one night,he wept,the man did weep, he wanted his little paper plane , so he took a paper and made such a plane and as things would have it,in the plane he saw what he had missed , he knew that all the while he had made the choices towards love ,he knew that got him here. But he also knew, in the heart of every child,there lives a star and if you remain that kid,no one can steal the dream in your head. So he lay dreaming…..Yup, this was the path of love…

 

                             X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X

A fairy tale should have a good or a positive ending ,  will this  end is such a way? I leave it you to write what happens to the young man…

this is 25.

Reema tagged me to write 25 random things,so well this is 25! 

1) I wrote this post on the eve of my economics exam,now I have forgotten what I had thought out

2) I like to try to do everything with my left. In this respect I now prefer to use my left in footie and am almost as good with my left as I am with my right in Table tennis.The only thing tough is writing with my left.

3) I dream a lot. And I have in my dreams been in movies,become a top biz man ,played for all the top football clubs and published a hell a lot of books and been the hero.It is worth mentioning all these things till date have remained as dreams. Oh! and talking of dreams,this post crosses my mind.

4) I love to try and make inanimate things alive.Some how it seems nice to have something which is not prejudiced to talk to.

5) I can be in a dream land for a long time, in this case the real world and that world almost merge.I sort of float around and to many people around start acting in a very attached,detached way…

6) I hate to read anything twice. And so I never study for my exams.I just start sleeping or well start doing something else,like blogging 🙂 

7) I am a true cancerian,while I can take any amount of nonsense,some times,I get damn emotional.

8) For me the things which I feel are virtues,are something I will not give up,no matter what.You can call me tenacious or arrogant.

9) If I respect someone,I genuinely respect them.If I don’t ,I don’t really care who they are and if I have little tolerance towards certain people…

10) I love to watch football,especially flowing,attacking football.

11) It doesn’t matter what people tell me,I believe everything in this world is connected,that is why we have so called miracles,things act a certain way because they are all linked and there have been enough incidents to prove me right.

12) YU! means a lot to me. But not many of its members seem to care. I try to tell myself not to conclude ,that people will be people but I am tempted to.( If you do really care,wake up! Don’t tell me you can’t find anything to write or comment!! ) { strictly meant for YU! members,but then most of them don’t read my blog anyway 😛 } 

13) Someone pointed out a while back,that this blog has more women/girl readers.And I have always wondered why 😛 

14) I can be very very irritating and well my class mates and friends can vouch for it .

15) Sometimes I become a 5 year old.And when I am in that state,like in my dreams,the world seems all fine and azure.

16) I cried in front of my whole class in 10th,I was that sensitive.But then that was the year a lot changed for me. I started writing poetry ,it was a turning point in my life. 

17) It really doesn’t matter who you are and what you do,all that matters is that you use your senses and enjoy the world.I hate the world for making things complicated.

18) When I am damn happy or damn sad,I ask myself ” What the hell are you doing here anyway? ” and also ” what is all this? ” 

19) I like to be special to people. And there are lot of people who are special to me.But some how many of them don’t  seem stick around.

20) I have seen a ghost as a kid and no I was not dreaming ,I still remember it.

21) I hate smokers . And I don’t care what the cost is,I either walk out or tell the person not to smoke around me.

22) Till date I have showed all those people who belittled me what I am made up of but it is not yet done,I wish and I hope and I will.

23) I have been blogging for almost 3 years now.Many have come and many have went but I learnt the differences between people and I have also noticed how people who blog have changed.

24) I don’t really care what “people” think about what I write. My poetry is my way of telling myself things.I post it here,because I feel there are people out there,who may like to read it.

25) And my blog means a lot to me.If not for poetry and this place,I don’t know,where my self confidence and belief would be.Thank you all!

And for once I  am not tagging anyone 😉 

P.S:- Sorry for making this so serious. I want to play the joker ,I so badly want to!

drunken 2.0 addict,board exams,womens day sales and how not to(cartoons)

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Thought ,action and the society

So after everyone has cut,dissected,chewed and what not with the whole issue of “Indian Culture”,I am responding. I am not going to get into details about the whole incident.Forgive me if I digress too much,but it is too complicated to make it simple.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature:” 

 

This is what the bard said all those years ago.And yet after all these years of hard thought ,development and modernisation,even as we run against ourselves in a never ending quest,humans in general and pseudo-humans in particular haven’t got it yet.

the corner stone of civilization and development and innovation has always been the “thought”(a few of you might recount this post.),yet this very thought has faced a lot of opposition since time immemorial. Inventors and those who are curious to know about the world,have always faced the wrath of those who are not capable of such.From Socrates through Galileo to every other individual who was tried for thinking, discrimination has always embraced those who dare to do the unthinkable-to think.

Not that the current incidents of discrimination have thing to do with science,it has more to do with the perception and cognitive ability of those who acted(isn’t that science? seeing the world around us?).The appalling and that which stands out is the fact that these people had no voice.Yet what  is the standard by which they act? 

Whose standard is the right standard? 

Every creature has the ability to judge.This is instinctive,yet as we grow up the surroundings we grow in and the world around us(nurture)  influences our standards of judgement.And so the reason we have this friction is because of different views/beliefs.Now these views and beliefs are woven into the person we are when we grow.So let me go out of the bound and venture into (tyring to) see what might have led to the varied standards.

In a world of many crimes,it is possible to over power a human with guilt.And people who have “sinned” (so to speak) all their lives look for a way to “redeem” themselves.And for such redemption the path most often than not leads to “godmen” .Throughout history these men have always have been a negation of the values which the thought allows.Let me be clear,

Once you make someone feel guilty of an action,there next response is to surrender.This gives the “judge” indispensable power over the other.Now to make sure that their pawn is either  white or black(and thus ending the wanning monochrome) ,they dispel the very basic tool of human survival,the thought(long story made short,we can’t kill an animal one on one without tools)  to make sure their pawns cannot see beyond the known environment.The proof of this is the fact that many of the greatest achievers in history,have all known to keep to themselves and not belong as such to any organisation in which they would be a pawn.

Now with such a large crowd at their disposal,any opposition (anyone who as much as uses the left instead of right) has to be disposed off.It becomes easy,as the majority is the law.Not a nice picture to paint.but we should remember that many have lived all this and mankind progressed into what it is today. Yet their(those who lived) Achilles heel has been that the fact that thinkers as such cannot be united under one frame,to create a roof for those who don’t like them is impossible.

So this negation has managed to get more than a foot and a hand in the world.And so has anyone who thought differently been chopped off them.So what we need to do is make sure that peoples’ ability to think are not compromised.IF this were a true jungle and you are left to your own devices with your face against an antagonising world with an uncanny ending proposed for you,then you would have no way out of it except thinking and acting.

And this remains.But when we do find a “tribe”  we find security,this enables us to expand our thoughts and influence.Now what about the person who finds security in a thoughtless world,where the words of one who dreams at destruction is over powering and rhetoric ? He is on, strings to be pulled.

This post till now has eaten a lot of words.But don’t mistake me,I am asking you for your compassion for these pseudo-humans,I am asking you to choose which standard should survive.And let me put the other choice,which the above is a negation off-

A world where innovation is the key and love is more than that a dictionary can define.One where skill is valued and altruism is looked down upon and where the rules need not be imposed as each one has the sense of the quotation mentioned above.A world where ” force ” is that which is used to sustainably develop the world around and money is a mode of exchange.

WHICH ON WOULD YOU PREFER? 

 

Whose fault is it? 

I have read a lot of posts which go about trashing and beating the incident but I found very few looking at the fact and the problem and (almost) no one willing to place of origin.

If fable-ous stories suit your romanticism,the devil takes the face of anyone and everyone.If you prefer more tangible,there isn’t.These are ideas which have spread.After all it is from the people,for the people and by the people.So if we ever want to correct this,we should stop screaming and start looking for ways.We all are very generous at giving donations,so how about donating some time to look at what can be done? 

From within the society it arises.Now it is not possible to change the views of people who are grown and senile but we can make sure that the future world is safe of such views.But then how? 

A possible solution is to make schools provide education which would have more affinity to thought rather than other sorts.Make no mistake,it doesn’t mean you take away the prayers etc,I am not advocating that(nor am I trying to force the view that there should be such) but religion and its dogmatic impositions should not be tattooed into children,freedom and creativity should be the fundamentals.We can have special schools for people from less privileged backgrounds,where in they are thought how to think.

All this sounds romantic but the thing is we all don’t have time,we are running a race ,a human race.But then we forget that all this endangers for the very thing we are working for,a better tomorrow.

The onus might be heavy to bear,but then by not caring we are making it heavier for tomorrow.The problem is more complicated by the fact that no one is equal in thought and bodily.We cannot feed a code and expect the same output,we are designed to work in our own unique way.Discrimination will always be a problem. And jealously and other such emotions add make it more grotesque.

Conclusion:-

We can all write and write and condemn but the fact is that such forces do exist. When a leader who does believe in non-violence and development of human beings with an individual’s rights asserted and the world fit to be roamed and discovered(with the flora and fauna ) does take the helm,for a short while the world seems fine.Yet for something which has dominated for centuries one generation of washing does not remove the stains,it only pollutes the rivers.

I started writing this post,with a kilo of optimism but coming to a close,I don’t feel any sense of achievement.It is their mistake and it is ours as well.And we need to make sure “not a pound more” is taken.But blood shall be shed along and to those of us,who still want to see humans as complete as we are born,it adds macabre and sends into paranoia.

To suit the words to action and action to the word,i.e. use our discretion ,we need to have one standard.Yet that shouldn’t be rigid.But then rigidity has always been the shell of the society.So to simply make things look simpler so that we all can go with out lives and not forget all this as soon as the news channels have got their TRPs,let me say,we need to change the way people think.And we can only be catalysts ,so how storng are we going to be? 

P.S: This post may not be complete in many sense,so I promise to reply to comments in full this time and not with smileys 🙂

Poetic justice

A myriad being,
Life’s zest of seeing.
Spread across a venerated sky,
the mask which hides those which pass by.

Hour after hour,
as days flow by,
the river of life,
decides to still strive.
Though those alive,
sometimes abide
by a negation,
nothing can match life’s passion.
And so as many lives come
and many a fewer go,
a piquant balance,
shall keep this abode.

Under the blue sky,
under the dark night stars,
we are born to be knights
of secretive missions,
so secretive that only
our sleep tells those tales,
in between who are embedded
ways ,where we progress as a race.

In a mirage of soliloquy,
in a battle of intuition and arbitrary
tidbits,the capricious senses try
to hail,all that will lead us to fail.
Yet some unknown instinct
keeps us alive,for we are born to thrive.

The layers of illusions that time
decides to sketch,are but for the mind
to think and break.
So for your sake,stop being
struck by foolish penury,
for you are no sinner who
shall witter and wan
under the gray,before dawn!

As humans,our survival,
is made up of fulfilling want,
yet when something goes wrong,
in our minds ,we blow against the throng.

yet whose fault is such,
the one who is affected
or the one whose starts the chain?
Gods and castes and religions and colour
no more matter-
for the game is beyond all that,
it is a question of who can make the other shut.

Justice ,justice,we all can shout,
but our efforts are like those of a lout.
The only justice that remains,
is poetic,everything else,
even if rhythmic is
plain blasphemy ,like the faceless,
for in pain we cry,hopeless.

yet those who seek the fire
of life,know what to burn
and what to light.But the true
light will never arise,
from the hands of those,
who try to prove with might.

The poetic shall stand above all,
for the rime of the universe,
is within us all.
for no where is any action at fault,
the devil is an angle too,
the demons say their prayers too.
And in such a balance we move
in circles,yet displaced in many axes
we move, the dimensions unknown
to me and you.And in such a maze,
to life and survive,
what we need to do is abide-
the voice within which guides,
which shows sense as well
as the vice and lets you know
that what you did is right.

And so for fire ,fire
for what are we but
influenced by the tree?
And yet it is for those,
who see the other,
that living is easier.
Though the struggle faced
by those is tougher,
the integrity is such
that there are no riders.

Within, the strength shall put a head,
which knows when rage is best.
For influence is not just contact,
but energy given through fact.

And so for the poetic we will fight
and we do know we are right.
Drop your weapons and live
no more on what we created
and spread against your mindless
fight.for technology is creation
and physiology is evolution.

So we do know from within the society
you all arose.But now stop the chain
and try to understand the pain
of the man,whose head was hurt by an apple
or that sleepless night spent on the universe’s riddle.

Pain is essential,
it is the sine-qua-non of life.
For without it,
illusions shall just reproduce five.
So not strike in pain,
put a knot,
and understand the effects within
and then you will not go wrong.

Under the sky we all live,
so while we stare at the stars,
let us think of those ancient
and medieval wars,
which left earth crass with blood
of those who could have done better.

But if your duty call is such,
then we have no other choice,
for ours is such.If friction be so,
then let this go on and on,
till one of us finally realizes we are wrong.

the light shines the brightest

We the people of India(cartoons)

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