Krishna nee begane – Colonial Cousins

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 .

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rest in peace

And when the world laughs,
Who is there to cry?
When the world cries,
who is there to laugh?
When violence is the tongue,
and when justice is being hung,
who will ever dare to live life?
For some humbug virtue,
Something which has no value,
the human race,
tares its own face.
With nothing better to do,
a few beasts,of no virtue,
take justice into their hands-
justice being destruction,
creation returning to sands.
Who’s right is this life?
None,but every one alive,
yet,those insecure animals,
in the name of God,
on God,throw Shod.

When did it all begin?
but whenever it did,
humanity became a misfit.
While ants build their hills
and birds their nests,
when the wild has its dens,
and underground holes,
we, another expression,
destroy their and now ours,in unison.
One devil,gave birth,
and one the world is too hurt,
for the progeny,
is the curse to humanity.
Though the curse is all alive,
and distinct,some just abide,
and let it use them without a fight.

When the world,expresses
itself in creation,we preach destruction.
Oh! whatever the God is,
in its name,you have dug graves,
and now in it you throw the world,
just another dead waste.
When life has lost its value,
what is the use,of respect to the dead,
when we destory our brothers
and sisters and their value,you scavenge,
what use is praying for them?
In our right,we were to be thinkers,
but some apple we bit,
that made our mind a misfit.
What is the use of sickle,
when you don’t have seeds?
what is the use money,
when you steal and abduct?

Somewhere,in the universe,
destruction takes place-
to sow a seed of creation.
And on earth,i hope for the same
reason,destruction is taking place-
when we can’t smile at our own face,
then we don’t need this earth,
or an over blown idea of a superior race,
So to the universe,
let your destruction take place!
REST IN PEACE!
Oh! wonderful earth,
let something emerge,
long after we are gone,
that will give joy to you,
who was nature, when born,
but now made wan.
When humans are gone,
lighten up and then form,
a race,that will put a smile on your face.
REST IN PEACE,
a while,let humans dig their grave,
nothing will stop them,for that is their fame.
REST IN PEACE!

P.S:- Wrote this after reading this post.

The new progeny

The power fluttered,
and movements rendered.
Myriad hours flowed by,
and the time stuck,just.
With nothing to feel,
but red rage,nothing to
give,to give, except
painful blood,it was the
last stand,the hour
when it would end,
just like that,
just like when it began.
The caprice was done,
the phantasmagoria of
the emotions began.
With nothing to win or lose,
he broke down and told the truth.
“It was not long ago,
when something arose,
a arrow without a bow.
With much force behind,
it seemed immaculate and divine.
Yet it was too mystic,
it was too futuristic,
to even predict,
where it would lead.
It was too pragmatic,
to be read,
it was too intimate,
to be felt.
And so,it grew,
and life it threw,
everywhere.
Yet there was no one,
except us,who knew,
where it began,
and that we guarded,
and we never departed
from its hateful chatter,
lest it should shatter,
that which arose,
from it.We chose,
to honor our honor,
by fortifying it,though
it ate all out valor.
Our strength we gave,
just for the sake,
for life to be safe.
We held our heroes
close to its toes,
and to them it breathed,
flattering voes,
yet they never gave a ear,
for to them earth was dear.
Until one day,it chose fear.
And from it rose the demons,
which started to create menace.
Caught in the center,
we didn’t know which was better,
the disgusting creator,
or its obedient messenger.
To it we called ourselves angels,
and then surrendered,
and it gave language to us.
From the heights of a lean tower,
it dropped us,to life,
and there we slowly began to die.
We knew the ancient decree,
we knew that now we had been set free,
but at the cost of life’s roots,
at the cost of inertial moods.
On earth we extended our stand,
and on earth our race ran.
Then we cut our moral ,
and killed that we guarded.
And from its yolk rose another,
the one which became the avenger.
Understanding the sin,
we threw ourselves to its mercy,
and it laughed and kicked our legacy.
It vowed to get the better of us,
and all those of intellectuals,
the eternal glittering jewels,
of our kind,were sacrificed;
Yet they never failed to arise
as if they understood the undefined.
In pain,without anything to gain,
we left nothing of them to remain.
Then one day,one of them rose
and at that moment,we chose,
to relight our fires.
And that the devil,heard,
and at that it unleashed,
and at that it unsealed,
the last weapon of pain,
that which set the reign,
of the unnamed.
With purposeless darkness,
into the flightless Grey,
slowly we went down the drain,
all our efforts in vain.”
Then before he could finish,
a cry was heard,
and it was another birth.
There was a new life,
and with its knife,
it cut the last man,
and thus ended this stand.
And a ship was set sail,
in the red water,
and as it touched shore,
from its door,
flew a bird,
the new progeny of earth.

saving earth,for what?

a hundred problems to be solved,
a hundred issues to be resolved.
We need to save ourselves,
we need to understand where survival dwells.

Understanding is created by thinking,
thinking walks faster with understanding.
And through understanding comes action
and through action,redemption.

Shove your hand up and see,
how we have hurt all that was free.
Feel the dust on your bed,
see the avid life,now dead.

We breath an air, polluted,
we walk on grounds cemented.
One day we will can the air,the killer,
and the ground the pyre.

One day the ice all would have melt away,
that one day future will sit around tables and say,
“what a waste our ancestors were,care
they couldn’t ,not even for us,their heir.”

One day we all will see the clouds too hungry,
and with floods we all will be left in poverty.
Then, then we will know,
that all that wasn’t just meant for a T.V. show.

Time has always gone by,
one day,yes we all will die,
but with us let not everything die,
let us leave everything else alive.

Let us remember we don’t own earth,
let us remember we are progeny of earth.
Let us remember that it our decision to make,
we cannot let it go,for our future’s sake.

We need to be sagacious,
we need to stop being precarious.
Think of everything you use,
think how in dearth,you children will muse.

It is our earth ,not yours or mine.
We need to keep it just about fine,
so that humanity can live on,
even after we all are long gone.

A bacteria’s view of population explosion

So i am sitting here to write something.And as i write this so much is happening out there:-

1)the human race is expanding.

2) more people are dieing.

3) The level of pollution is increasing.

4) the food prices are rising.

5) More hate is being created through war.

6)More and more kids are being nurtured to hate each other.

7) there are the natural disasters.

8)there are the man made disasters.

9) And a lot more too.

Yet in what way can i influence them? I have a English teacher(who also happens to be my vice-principal) who keeps on going about the fact that the human population in the world is becoming larger and larger.Now i seriously wonder what can we do about?
When we talk about population explosion,illiteracy,poverty all tag along.So we are all aware it is a cyclic process,right.So what can we do? NO this is not right,i am asking the same question again and again?

So i am going to try and answer it.First of all,i think we are all,including me,too scared of ourselves.

We cannot face what we are all.so to help myself over come that,i am

going to become something else.
I choose to be a bacteria.

Now being a bacteria,my main aim in life,is to help my species become larger in number.By creating a humongous population,we can rule earth.All other creatures how ever big they are,will be controlled,because we will out number and over power them.Yet since i am a bacteria and i haven’t changed much since the beginning,what i thought was a brilliant plan has failed.I find my own brother trying to kill me.We have become so large,that we don’t have enough space and all of us who are equal fight for supremacy.A few of my brethren are weak.

So together, unconsciously or consciously we the bacteria with the power have enslaved them.So to protect themselves,they all live together.Yet they are all still weak,so to increase their security,they try to grow more hands,legs and with that more moths and with that all the problems.And unfortunately they all don’t have the sense ,that they cannot find enough food for all the mouths and a lot of them die-a few once a lot many times over.But,Within them they all have a hope ,that someone created by them,will have the power to over throw all of us.

The problem with them is that,they don’t have the capacity to do anything we require,as they don’t have the brain power.A few of them try to become physically strong ,but then the long years of suppression helps us and we employee them for our own use.They become tools.So well i should talk about bacteria like myself.What did our fore fathers do? They too added more drops to the ocean,only the reason being different.they wanted their legacy to be carried on,and now too many of us exist and our family legacy is split into so many that we have no clue about a few lost brothers.

So now there are a lot of us in the world.And we all fight among ourselves.A few of us are the polished good waters,who try to act as if everything is fine.While a few others are the bad waters,for whom nothing is fine and yet they act as if it is.And then we have the few who know both waters.They try to think of solving everything.Yet the only solution till now,which would be the easiest and fastest is to drop a little bit of some chemical in a few places. Or simple start wars.yet that would be cruel,wouldn’t it? The small fish,needs to become more daring.

And the small fish among us are trying to.They all aspire to become like us “posh”.And

we are trying to set higher and higher standards.Yet one problem remains,the more the bacteria who come out,more are sent down.so how can we solve it? So as a bacteria who is thinking,i come to the conclusion.We need to stop fighting.We all need to appreciate each other and try and help each other.We all shouldn’t feel insecure.We all should love each other.Easier said then done.

You cannot teach everyone.Other bacteria need to understand the need.They all should know that stealing and cheating aren’t the way.If they are truly powerful,then they should be able to challenge what the past has done to our wonderful species.Someone should teach them and that can be done only by people who understand.

When someone hurts you.You don’t hurt them back.For you never know why they did it.All of us are equally guilty for everything.So we should try and understand what happened.If we cannot join together and mitigate our race now and emancipate those who need to be,it might be too late.Who knows there might be no bacteria at all on earth.Then again,the humans might soon die before us,they have nuclear power.Well if that happens,it would be a good example to bacteria.Then we will know what will happen,if we try to rule the world.we should all remember,that what we create will dig our grave.Whether we are going to witter with hate or die with a smile with love,is left to us.

Just giving privileges will not help,everyone should be prepared for shouldering the responsibility of saving our race.