August 16, 2009 § 24 Comments
Ya ya its raining awards! *hey anybody wants to erect a statue of me? *
This time its Kanagu , celebrating a year in blogosphere *ha young man congrats *.
Anyway , he has given me the Wordsworth of blogsphere award *see someone reads my poems 😀 * . Anyway how do I feel about it? Damn good you bet , but decided to ask Wordsworth what he thinks about this…
Me:- Dude , you are Wordsworth?
Wordsworth:- Once upon a time I prowled upon a fox,
She was so hot , that I forgot my life’s small faux pas.
In my dreams , I was a dove on her head,
In my beak I held a rose that was red.
Me:- That sounds like ,like… Wordsworthless , what happened to you?
Wordsworth:- I became a blogger on a dusty May day,
There changed my fate’s say.
This fellow called OG, A cook he was , showed me,
A lady in a white saree , A lovely damsel , A malayalee
Then another guide, took me in his stride,
In him insanity, Vimal made me see my vanity
And I laughed away my pensive,
For hiring a donkey was expensive.
me:- So that’s it , I should have warned you , but why didn’t you read my poetry?
Wordsworth:- The madman you are,
Your verses to my brain were a spar ,
Thoughts don’t rime and white is not sour,
Why ,you are still to get drunk at a bar.
Me:- Oh! shut up , have you had a chocobar? And its a mistake me coming here. I think I should have gone to Shelley or Hemingway or Frost or best of all Shakespeare.
Good day sir, Hope you find someone wiser than me.
The gray loons can never beat that well bred Shelley
Or keep taking different Paths daily.
I am but a man , who sees daffodils, For they are tiny,
In my heart , with their memory , everything seems free.
Me:- whatever , someone think I am like you. Anyway you lived far too long and you didn’t shoot yourself or get drowned..not inspiring at all, they say we poets are crazy..
At this point , the poor fellow mutters to himself and sees a couple of Chennai kaka(crow/raven) and wanders away …
Anyway anyone who says my poems are long , please , save it , for all you know , you would have to teach it your children if it becomes as a part of their English text 😉 * ya I dream of such things , The swine I am! Stay away from me , I am genetically self modified flu proof pig , coming near me is bound to weaken your system through jealousy , vanity and of course you hog , you stink!*
Oh! I thought I was giving away awards and look whats happening…anyway all those who receive this award , should write a ode to the river in your city 😀
The award goes too…
Oh! He also gave me the “They gonna rock” , this one is meant for the kids supposedly(he calls me a veteran in his post and calls me a kid while giving me the award , so I am the young veteran 😀 ) .
Yes yes I am going pass this one around as well 😀
There are few who behave like kids. They fight , they write weird comments in each others’ blog and they pull each others’ leg(virtual ones I guess 🙂 ).
And this is a new trend, in the olden days(of blogging!) , people used to behave themselves , we commented and talked as if we had a tie around our neck trying to choke us( Oh! I didn’t belong to this category I think, what with my famous smiley comments 😉 and before that of course I was the new kid in the block 😉 ) So this one goes to the kids(some old timers who have reinvented themselves as well) :-
–Vimmuuu(ya if you don’t write his name with the 2 M and 3 U ..he’s going come and spam you :P)
–Smita ( A chronically shopaholic, Vimmuuu’s nemesis.. :P)
–OG( yes strikku moonu! Strictly speaking , he is the only guy I know , who writes a cooky blog :P)
–Anamika( full of weird instances and ya she makes me laugh :D)
–Dhiren ( along with Vimmuuu and OG , they form Don’s Angles 😉 )
–Don( well she does pretend to be Badshah of Bloggywood)
–Harsh (jee boom bha!)
You people are to write a post on your favorite toy(Vimmuuu stop trying to steal Smita’s toy! Or no candy for you!). 😆 Or King Khan VS King Kong 😀 (the choice is your’s choose wisely 😉 )
And if you thought that’s it , stop right there! There is one more award to go:-
DI passed on the cool blogger award 😀 (ya! at last something which sounds good , feeling cool 😛 )
*the greenery in the picture -oh! come on that’s good photoshopping! *
So while the entire Earth is boiling in its own pudding , there are a few coolers , if not for whom , our spirits would have melted away..These wonderful people whose post show their good brains(clean without having to be washed by pepsi) are:-
–Arch ( she understands my poems!)
–Indyeah( well what can I say Incredible Indyeah 😀 )
–Archana( I hate blogs which talk about guy-girl relationship,who needs them – but her blog has made me change my views 😉 )
–Lakshmi(she roams and she does what roamers do 😉 )
I am stopping with four on this one ; And since this award is about being cool , you are to write on the Coolest dessert! 😀
So there done I think. I love doing these awards post 😉 Ha but wait almost forgot 😉
This is the most important part of the post, so listen *Indi helps Vishesh in pulling OG down from the ceiling fan(he thought it would help him make chutney)*
Chirag , has come up with Indiameme.
In his words ,
With Indiameme you can:-
* Glance at the Day’s News and Blogs and get Permalink to the current news
* Read stories only from the best sources and bookmark them in twitter, del.icio.us, facebook and reddit
* Read the news in a giffy as there are no ads or distractions and this is the probably the most cleanest site in India
* Grab best of the news with “Top Items – Must Read News”
I have tried it out and except for a few minor glitches(which he is working on) its awesome! You can read the NEWS from various sources(including a few blogs) in one place. And well some people prefer to see things , so here is a screen shot 🙂
P.S:- Winners , do take up the challenge to write on those topics 😛 The idea is to make these award posts so entertaining(after all it gets monotonous to see comments saying “congrats” “cool” etc 🙂 ) But its optional 😉
August 11, 2009 § 7 Comments
When I see light ,
I know nothing can die.
When I see you,
I know I need not fight.
When I know you ,
I know what is right.
When we are together,
The world not perish,never;
August 6, 2009 § 6 Comments
A single thought can make or break ,
A single thought can set life ablaze.
The power from with , prompts
And there begins the chain of thoughts.
An inspiration from the world,
Sets opens the dams and let flow,the thoughts.
July 30, 2009 § 12 Comments
As a human being your place on Earth is dependent on your “sense of belonging”. And we try to belong to a myriad number of groups , in various permutations and combinations , but ultimately the one that seems to scar the singular human comradeship is our religious affiliation.
To secularists it causes endless heart aches, to see humans tear apart each other. But then we have come to a point , where a few frown upon these secularists and the heads of such groups declare them as infidels or a threat to their religion and that they need to be dealt with.
Is belonging or not belonging to a religious group all that important?
What has made religion the single autonomous power , with their various Gods?
One argument would be that man in general prefers not to take up responsibility.
The irony here is, we have taken it as our responsibility to take care of these religions , with our life and even more.
As we move into a new Era , where in we have started to accept that we need to change our attitude and our demeanour and approach to solving the pragmatic problems in living, the way we define our “sense of belonging” is quintessential .
The reason for problems is that we interact and in the process two universes of ideas clash , the barring is too much to sustain a bi-ambitious world.
One way to ensure a mono-synthetic society is to conclude that suppression is the only way to maintain a balance. If we look at this syllogism closer , we will find that the major premise is that we need a balance and the minor one that suppression is the only way.
And this exactly is what religion has helped evolve over the ages of humanity.
I do not claim religion is the root of evil , rather that religion has been chained and is being made to do as the masters who control it want it to do. Religion in essence aims at freeing man and hopes to breach the boundaries of human perception.
But in reality the essence of religion lies in the minds of people . The majority of whom are gullible, influenced by the rhetoric of orators and politicians. The reason for this gullibility is because we cannot define what is “good and what is “bad” in absolute sense. The alteration done is so simple that many fail to see it – a change in the yard scale. And to change this , we first need to change the latter premise – that suppression is the key to the balance.
To redefine maintaining a balance in any other way , than the existing one, is going to be a task which is hard to even imagine – we would need to move away centuries of domination and slavery. Unfortunately , the method adopted in India(i.e. giving reservations) is a negative step. In a way it is acknowledging that we have become subservient to the pseudo dogmas. It would only strengthen the hold of the suppressive methods.
What is suppression? This is a important question to answer. I would call it curtailing ‘freedom’.
Freedom is again a word which needs to be defined. You can say freedom is that which gives an individual a proportionate sense of belonging and acceptance. And here lies the answer , to what we can try do.
We need to understand and appreciate freedom. The line between indulgence and freedom may be very thin , almost nonexistent but the crux of freedom lies in the way we perceive and interact with others. Of course we cannot interfere with the way people think or make choices for them , but what we can do is try to remove the vintage prejudices and sneers , by stopping them from reaching our future.
We should try to find our way to a better race , not by thinking what ‘God‘ would find comforting but by understanding that our decisions are binding on the future of our kind. It might seem Utopian to dream of such a day, for after all we are no more than a galaxy of cells working together to survive . But then doesn’t this galaxy coexist without any Upheavals? Of course you can say that their thinking capacity is taken away by the ‘brain’. But what is the brain , but again another collection of cells?
But of course there is always a reflex or death. We can say reflexes give us a short term relief , i.e. revolutions are a temporary respite and well that death is the ultimate end of a bad mind. But then what dies and what lives on?
This is the question , which religions have capitalized on. And through out our history this is the question used as a fear of tool. I do wonder if hell really did exist, didn’t those exploiters realize that they would be the first to be dipped into a cauldron of boiling oil? But of course they do claim that , they are messengers of “God” .
At the same time without fear and guilt , we humans probably will be out of control. But then , I think it is better we remove these fears created by our imagination and present to our kind the real threats – without proper cooperation and coordination our race might bring about its own end; Earthquakes, tsunamis , floods, drought etc .
If we care enough for the living – this is not just about ‘healing the world’ , it is about saving ourselves. The world can take care of itself. Earth as a planet will go on for millions and billions of years. And anyway whatever you do , will affect the entire universe . And no it is not caring for the smaller things – it caring for the most important thing – the ‘I’ .
Kill religion? I don’t think so. We need to kill our inhibitions, which stops us from understanding.
Is killing justifiable? Can you face yourself ?
P.S;- Thanks Indi for helping me in edit this 🙂
July 26, 2009 § 13 Comments
How are we ever going to change all this?
You can’t change it.
What do you mean? That we are helpless , useless? We don’t have a right , that our love has no value , that we are…
You don’t get it..we can’t be the change , we can only be the catalysts to a change.
July 23, 2009 § 15 Comments
|From new camera1|
The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight.
To accept and stay,
Or move and find a way to a distant place?
Am I as good as I believe,
What can I really achieve?
Where does my heart want to lead?
Why is their a need to “succeed”?
Are dreams meant to be left,
And never in reality dwelt?
If only I was sagacious,
I would be more gracious,
Till then I try to be adventurous,
But do not know if I am tenacious or audacious.
The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight?
July 13, 2009 § 18 Comments
In the end , I walk this road alone ,
People have come and gone ,
Some have seen and some have shown,
But in the end , it is me walking alone.
Roads meet and diverge,
People leave or converge;
Horror, grief, misery
Or joy,happiness and serendipity.
Yards and yards of verses written,
A few steps here and there beaten.
Fresh dried leaves swept away-
By men and dry winds of May.
In the end , I walk this road alone,
Despite all that went underneath ,
Firmly I still stand on my Feet.
In the end , it is I who walks alone.
Feelings,emotions and fears,
Guilt,traumas and tears.
Cloud racing and jocund company
The vibrations of a human symphony.
Paths which lead and paths which feed,
Paths filled with actions and many a deed.
The heart goes a way and the mind another,
The road,indifferent , which in concrete is better?
Decisions, desperation and conclusions
People,words and aspirations.
Dreams and ambitions,
Floods and indulgence.
In the end , I walk this road alone,
If not today , someday,
Let me choose a way,pray,
Which I feel in my way.
In the end , I walk this road alone,
People have come and gone,
Some have seen some have shone
But in the end, it is me walking alone.
The light shines the brightest
July 9, 2009 § 8 Comments
The world seems to rush ,
calm and passionate ,
The world tries to repulse
The being into belonging.
Thought less actions ,
Valiant and confident decisions
Through the never ending days –
Somewhere a calender must end.
Materialist needs and wants,
Bubble happiness and disappointment,
Leading hue filled raiment,
The bold look- deference.
Laughter a relief ,
Smile a belief ,
Grip- to show we aren’t meek,
A loud voice, we aren’t weak.
Infinite patience ,
Trying to make sense-
Where a blind reverence
Thrives on a sour penance;
The serenity challenged,
The need to be indifferent,
Yet to feel is human,
To think even more so.
As if wont ignorance
Can cajole a man into callous
Penchant for the stained
Land(as it is) and
Kill the need
For purity and inheritance
The right of every member of the clan
Of human-a hand in the making of a nation.
A sacrilege, a blasphemous divide.
A universal good,
Killed in the would and could,
Buried with a blood dirge;
Someday it will all be purged
By a tenacious will,
Of those whose sagacity wills.
The day is not far away.
Who does have a say?
The light shines the brightest
June 30, 2009 § 16 Comments
Evanescences -the grin of happiness .
Yet beyond the smile there does lie ,
Tales of sleepless nights and endless fights.
Brawls with oneself ,as if the image in the mirror ,
Was afraid of what it saw in reality .
Some sort of truce ,
Even though the parties refuse ,
Is reached . Lest the wakeful
Hours be all too flee bitten by the scorn
Of the impatient self – impertinent .
Moments of madness ,
The bizarre gesticulation of reverberations ,
Endless syllogisms to accept life as if bound –
Painting the mind as a knave, who is chained by fate-
So that the misdemeanor of man’s whims
Can by buried , in a colloquy of ad libbing .
Yet something does ring ,
The cords of human ingenuity ,
The urge to break free,
See beyond the tainted tree
Of illusively constructed postulates
(The blasphemous baits)
And see the truth – still alive ,
As it is in the venerable roots .
Gravity maybe unseen,
But upon the ground we lean,
The feet do feel , the seal
Of some grave connotation,
The power of a greater imagination .
If being bound is an ambiguity ,
Then to break free a felicity .
The joy of appraising
The truth , the ego less divinity ,
The knowledge of belonging to infinity.
If only indifference could be smut ,
So that , it could be ignored like dust
Upon a windowsill ,cleaned with a cloth
Every now and then , when
A party is about to descend .
Yet its presence daunts and drapes
Into our very jovial spirits
And forces contradictions
To become an addiction .
By the presence of such negations ,
The mind loses its calm serenity
And hustles and bustles ,
In hope of finding a serendipity –
As if miracles can be whipped out of nothing ,
As if the Ether was detached from the weather
Of the stars and the galactic wars ;
Yet in the indifferent, the indifference seems
To take up a perch and poison the self
To divulge and indulge in its inaction-
A devilish penance .
For all that , belief is the quintessence –
the belief in yourself , in the waves
Of self trust , where you believe
That the light shines the brightest .
Where the path of ego less divinity ,
Leads to understanding of this transient Mortality
And the gory of indifference and its capacity .
The indifferent blows a conch
As if the final wars of the world
Were to begin at this new dawn .
Yet the glories of the understanding
And the sun’s first light ,
Kills away the plague within
Just like the dusk rays smother
The nonchalance of the day
And brightens the moon for a night
Filled with a serene , calm life .
The camphorous smile amalgamates
Into a deep deep profound joy ,
The belonging bound with understanding
causes the mind to feel the zest ,
The acceptance of life and the rest .
Mad moments ,capricious deeds –
Finally a epiphany to bring heed
To the one always known ,
The song of the one soul .
The light shines the brightest
June 21, 2009 § 9 Comments
Once upon a time long , long ago ,
There was a baker who was known
For her bakes – which would melt
And disappear down throats
As fast as yeast could grow .
And as she grew old ,
She told her children the recipes
All made fine and woven ,
Created during many hours under the oven .
They all did hear her out –
Some more dexterous at the gateau ,
Others better at just making the right dough .
Yet there were a few ,
Who though heard all that the others knew ,
Who couldn’t spread butter on bread ,
Who were all fed to a starved death .
On one fine day , as the sun rose ,
The children were all on their own .
And so with there skills all set and perfect ,
The walked through the countries parks
And chose their shops ,
To spread love through their bakes .
A few boisterous mixed their flour
And added their eggs and yeast ,
Gave the world numerous feasts .
They took understudies to whom the taught
The skills , even as their coffers never stood still .
But those who could bake none ,
Lost their homes and had to run
From those they borrowed
And those they caused many a bad turn .
A few of such , idled about
(And that too all wrong )
And then the day came ,
When it was time to split
The estate of the one who was long gone .
With pens filled with liquor madness ,
They claimed that their siblings were unjust .
The harangued that their misfortunes
Were because the others were too good!
Pity , oh! pity the others felt ,
They thought that , at least their brothers’ kids
Would be better! So with their hearts
Filled with love , they wrote a decree,
Saying that the house shall be
Made of so much from the unfortunate’s
family , only so that they learn
And some day on their own earn .
Soon time’s ropes petered on those
And they left their bakery to their kin .
The kin inherited the dough
And so their demand never saw a trough .
All the while , the unskilled’s kids
Grew fatter under the provision
Provided and seeing success
Grew avaricious and claimed
That all this was through their pain!
A fight ensued and those successful
refused . They pointed out that
The bums had refused to learn
And that money cannot be earned
Without skill or working under the oven .
In a rage , the law book was brought out
And soon by popular vote , amended –
So that the unskilled got the majority’s share-
The rest just had to bare
These fat pigs who no more fitted
Into their own chairs!
In anger a few left ,
Others held that soon shall all be right ,
That under someone they will , together fight .
Soon that wonderful fresh bread smell grew ,
Longer became the queue.
The money came in and yet those
Who made them with honesty ,
Love and diligence ,
Lost their voice in the parliament!
One day a huge cake was made
It was for a festival’s sake .
The majority drunk in their inactivity
Got a big knife and cut in
For themselves and their kin .
And soon the pieces were
So many, Nothing was left
For the bakers
The actual makers .
For a while , they tried to reason
With their comrades and then
Realized with aghast
That lost was their cause!
Infuriated and cheated ,
They set out with bag and baggage ,
Landed in a better place
And baked a larger cake and ate
With grace , voraciously , singing
Praise to the new beginning .
Soon the old place ,
Ran out of money and food ,
Bickering , the people
First killed their kin ,
Then pealed their own skin
And finally lost everything !
A few survived , something
By nature , by blood had survived
Innate in them and in desperation something
Had come alive . The new of an old kind ,
Wanted to restore the past glory –
Though their memory was pretty foggy
With all that passed on being glossy .
One day , they called a baker home
And befriended him . They promised
To work together and to restore
Their pride . So the newly formed pride
Set about , the dough was bought
And the yeast all ready to dwell ,
But just before the first day’s bake ,
Someone found out the old constitution
And called the baker a traitor ,
Oh! he was no friend –
In vengeance into the oven
Went the baker
And baked forever was the bakery !
Pity , majority , democracy , atrocity
Ultimately a big big hypocrisy –
For that you eat , you gluttons
call God , yet the “makers
Are traitors” – so you say ,
Someday , someday ,not so far away ,
You will loose your way
And then wonder whose mistake it was .
You would then say ,
It was the man who decided to bake ,
Forgetting that , that was what made
You a big fat swine , Or maybe
You are right , you deserve less ,
Maybe a whip is a better harness!
The memories of the bakery
Were long after found –
After the bakers cult was tainted
And then erased to the ground .
The invading forces were butchers
And hogs were their specialty –
Enjoyed by the whole of (remaining) humanity!