When You Were Sad
When you were sad, life was an unwelcome intrusion.
Sun rays couldn’t dispel the clouds of gloom.
Rain couldn’t wash away the grime of sorrow,
from my hurting heart’s window pane.
The birds didn’t sing or they chirped off tune.
The flowers wilted away, they forgot to bloom.
Nature mourned with me, Universe also cried,
Rainbows hid in the dark caverns of grey skies.
When you were sad, I was sad too.
Love = Sau Gram Zindagi
How about talking about love without bringing the lovebirds in the park into your hawking view finder? Lonesome winsome hearts don’t look forlorn at their long lingering shadows, because someone in the past had said- “yuck, ugly duck! Who the hell gonna dance with you- Ya wish me Valentine? Ya gotta wish your mama valentine! Haa haa haa!” Well she was right! Love is not a parcel to be delivered only during the shortest month of the year! The little heart home deliveries can be made all round the year. So if you are the snob knob like nosy son of your parents- dial up your home number and wish that First Lady in your life the very best things you can think about right at this moment. Okay! Ladies weep at emotional displays and only the ones bred under military regime have a control over their tear tanks- so, fikar not! For the prelude- tell her to keep the tissue pack near.
Oh Love! You are mine
I wish the sky to show me the Sun today; the sunshine of the
first day of February that should have warmth of yours, and the clumsiness that
your open hairs had on me. I wish if it could cover my face again. The flowers
have already bloomed. I wish them to hold their fragrance good till you hold my
hands again. My hands are empty though, but I know you would be holding them
wherever you are now. I am waiting for the butterfly you always send, to let
me know that you have put your face on my heart again. You had filled the
colors daintily on the piece of paper with your lipstick stains in pink; and
the nightingale had parceled it to me last year. I am waiting for if she is
going to come to me again. I am waiting for if she is going to address me your
message –‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
Though you chose to move away, I know it was not by your
choice. You said you needed to go, but you had waited for me, I know. I was
looking for you too, but couldn’t utter a word about you. The song we composed
together stays revived, and it says that you are still here, in my heart where
you always hived. This February, I play the tune again that you taught me on my
guitar; and it’s my birthday too honey, and I am going to sing Happy Birthday
to me myself, because you moved away so far.
How should I blame the fortunes, its him that made us meet;
and if we couldn’t stay longer then I must not curse him for this bad treat. I
know you would be unhappy too, because you had promised to live with me until I
don’t leave.
February is just a month, you made its relevance for me indeed.
And at this note, I read your note that has your lipstick stains on it and it
says ‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
The Norway Controversy (Norway splits Indian family)
Have you heard about norway controversy? Something like Norway splits Indian family ?
Here is a small gist
Norway child protection authorities took away kids of Anurup Bhattacharya and his wife Sagarika.It all happened when the day care owner where their son Abhigyan(2.5 years) used to go, reported to child protection agencies that he displayed autistic tendencies.
Child protection agencies in Norway are way too interfering and paid special visits at their home.They declared that both the parents were unfit parents and forcibly took away not just Abhigyan but their 4 month old daughter Aishwarya who was still breast feeding.
Reason: They felt there was an emotional disconnect between mother and daughter
Justin Biebers – Well, too many of them
While action denotes pro-activeness, reaction is a pretty
defensive mode in any form of art. Action brings about cultural changes,
creates generations and decides the future course that art will take. Reaction
on the other hand dances to the tune of the slowest recipient to change.
The talking point of this article is the case of Bieberic slaughter of action and the ritualistic celebration of reaction.
To make things simple I would quote two prolific beings of modern times to define the activists and the reactivists.
India, have you heard of the lady named Sharmila?
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Have you dear reader?
Irom Sharmila Chanu … rings a bell?
No?
Heard of Anna Hazare / Baba Ramdev / Jan Lokpal bill ?
Of course!
Welcome to India. The country that proudly defends its photogenic National Integration. Irom Chanu Sharmila , tagged as the world’s strongest hunger striker , is on hunger strike since November 2, 2000. Oh yes she did not invite media to cover her strike and she never took the pains of creating difficulties for Delhi office goers and hence she faced consequences: Going unnoticed! Even the people who noticed were mostly unaware of her demand or motive.
She is demanding a repeal of the age-old unreasonable Armed Forces (Special Powers) act that provides Indian Army special powers in the states of Assam , Manipur , Meghalaya, Mizoram , Nagaland , Arunachal Pradesh , Tripura and Jammu & Kashmir to :
- "Fire upon or otherwise use force, even to the causing of death, against any person who is acting in contravention of any law" against "assembly of five or more persons" or possession of deadly weapons.
- To arrest without a warrant and with the use of "necessary" force anyone who has committed certain offenses or is suspected of having done so
- To enter and search any premise in order to make such arrests. (Quoted from wikipedia)
Poetry and Race in the United States
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Race and ethnicity have been topics of concern in the United States since the first explorers landed on its shores. Even in this day and age, these issues lurk beneath the surface and in some cases, figure prominently in matters of everyday life. Recently, it was made clear that even the world of poetry is not immune.
Faces Of INDIA
Mr. AP Sharma didn’t let his voice go low ever, even when his hands were busy in labeling the plant cell organelle. He was discussing the functioning of each component of cell in his biology class.
“Students! The study about cells was developed gradually, with every upcoming small development. And these developments resulted due to talented foreign scientists”, the teacher went on.
“1665, Robert Hooke, first discovered the cell. 1676, Anton van Leeuwenhoek, provided further evidence of cells. 1838, the German biologists Schleiden and Schwann advanced the idea that all organisms are made of cells. 1859, German physician and biologist Rudolph Vichow stated that all cells divide and that is how new cells are made.”
2011 and the Kolaveri Phenomenon
Okay so 2011 is drawing to a close. 2011 was an extraordinary year in the history of India. So many achievements to boast about, a dozen scandals and scams to spoil India's reputation and what not! But the biggest of all was a song that shook the masses. Yeah, you guessed it right. "Why this Kolaveri di" is THE song on everyone's lips. So, here's a look at eleven major events of 2011, in a very very kolaveri way.....!!!!
Helping Hands are Better than Praying Lips
Sometimes people say that they really want to help the needy,and that's it.If you really want to help then go and help.The question is who or what is stopping you from helping them.Don't tell me that it's because of your family problems that you can't manage to help others,that's a big joke.You and your family already have a lot more than you actually need.So go out and help others when you can,I know most of you will.
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