Monday, March 30, 2009

Where are the leaders


Puppies, Kittens and a vasectomy for the street dog..

Are they more important than a man's limbs, his dignity, and his faith?

It does appear so..

Freedom of speech seems to mean more than tolerance and letting people live their lives...


Where are the leaders?

The tear drop island faces its own demons...

It is time to shed your crocodile tears for the plight of a ignored race

And wave all the colored flags...

Fighting for visibility....


The madness continues

The Afflicted claiming more victims….

And more monsters emerge from their lairs..

Sucking you into their world of chaos and hate…

Where are the leaders?

Friends turns foes..

Foes turn friends..

Silver tongued orators with regard only for their coffers..

Educated manipulators..

Entertainers who hold the vote bank with their painted face..

Where are the leaders?

I despair and 

I am Pandora again..

And hold tight to that last gift ..

Hope for a better world peace and tolerance ..for us, our children and theirs ..


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Friday, March 27, 2009

The Long Road Home


Heated Arguments

Unshed tears

Wilful demonstrations…..

I recollect my teenage years with angst and amusement

”You don’t understand” had been  my constant refrain

The mea culpa’s after extraordinary adventures..

Stillness and Silence after harming myself and family

Acceptance in my mother’s heart..

Forgiveness in my father’s wisdom…

The encouragement after innumerable failures-real and imagined

Strength after a breakdown…the affliction of of our country’s school finals

All this and more………..

Then there was success –again real and imagined..

Days when I knew  the world better

Days when the world served me bitter lemons

A place of my own-a home of my own

The happy years as an individual

Finding love on the way…..

My journey with my parents..It is still on

The road was long ..It took me time …but  I have reached home ….




To Amma and Appa on my 33rd birthday…   

For all that I am today … Love you both

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Other Side Of the Mirror

Here we are ..

On our way to the park

My son on the car seat-bouncing and cooing

His father’s proud grin growing wider by the minute

Rhymes on the stereo echoing our proud heartbeats…

I dream of a future for my son..

Butterfly wings ,dancing elephants , bubbles in his bath,fairy tales,animated movies , bonds and savings , a holiday house by the river….

Our car lurched to a halt

What is a red signal light when you dream of your son’s future

I continued to weave my web of wants

A furtive knock interrupted my fantasies

I was annoyed-

A child of uncertain years stared back

I looked at him –A creature of no fantasy this was -Soot ridden legs..

False “bloodied” bandages on his arms

His eyes twitched between the stuffed toy my son held and my “deer frozen in the highlights” expression..

Hunger or Fear Whatever ruled him ----Won

He shifted his gaze to me and raised his hopeful palms for a piece of silver..

The green lights went on

And I turned my face away from him and put on my rose tinted glasses again…

My lips began their litany on the begging mafia , inadequacy of the government ….I went on and on justifying my apathy –

Relief at escaping a decision –Making a choice

My son bawled for my attention and I went back to my comfortable cocoon….

There are moments when the car window seems like the other side of the mirror

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Raison d'ĂȘtre

"The claimed reason for the existence of something or someone".

Who is living this life ?

Is it mine or does it belong to the unknown hand’s whims

Why am I living

For today or for some unknown glory on a future date

Voices loom ..

Closer-Dictating rules for existence

Meaningless laughter-Mindless Conversation..

Is it not time

To live my life…..

“Written during  a really really boring quality training class”

What is Success


Metal Toys

Moving on the Asphalt

Designer Clothes

Swishing Around the Ankles

The Golden Cage

Printed Paper Bills

International Cuisine

Spa massages

Hurried conversations

Progency yearning for a pat on the cheek

Is this success

The free spirit yearns to break free……..

The Eagle


He soars ....
Scanning the wide expanse....
Disappears into nothingness
I  don't see him
Though He exists
In this world
where all that matters is strength
The strength to exist
In a world of minions.....

Monday, March 23, 2009

The Socrates Dream

The Dreamer says -

One life is not enough
To quench that all consuming fire
To know
Why people suffer
Why children die hungry
To feel everybody's pain ...

One Life is not enough
To love with all one's heart
To meet the earth's rulers....
To climb the mountains..
To walk the the valleys

One Life is not enough..
To sigh over the pyramids
To walk beside the Kings
To whisper endearments..
To gaze at the ocean

Yes ..One life is too short
To explore my own heart
To know myself and discover the Socrates' dream....
"Know Thyself"

The BumbleBee

I am a great fan of the bumble bee theory.
You can invariable find the quote in my mail signatures ....

""According to all the laws of aerodynamics the bumble-bee should not fly, but the bumble-bee does not know this and so flies anyway."

Lucky Bee-I wish many of us could do this -defy convention and go ahead and do what we want to do..

I am the worlds most reluctant engineer -A thwarted "Advanced English " student-I have faithfully followed the diktats of my well meaning parents and been an engineer for the past 8 years..

Today I decided to recognise the desire of my heart

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