Saturday, December 18, 2010

Jesus and child



"O Father," asks a child,
"How long can a leaf retain its greenery
It has to dry and shed one day.
How long can flowers keep their color
They have to turn black one day.
How long can a trunk remain sturdy
It has to embrace weakness one day.
How long can fruits stay sweet and juicy
They have to become stale one day."

In calm and soothing voice HE replies,
"A dust to dust rule defines,
'Life is a circle
Alternating fresh and pale.
Flowers will enjoy their fragrant dream
Just when every grey will turn green.'
And your eyes will see
The reincarnating beauty,
Oceans of joy will rise in your mind
When the transient Turning Point you find." 

Moving with all

Photo: Anders Blomqvist/Lonely Planet


This journey I take everyday
With million faces all around
Together we are still alone we feel
With myraid feelings that surround.


This journey I take everyday
A million unseen bonds I make
A bond of anonymity, fellowship, support
Bonds that randomly form and break.


This journey I take everyday
A commonness with all I share
A feeling, a dream, a desire in heart
A wish of beautiful life someday, somewhere.


This journey I take everyday
The world's progress I witness
Growth, development whatever we may name
Its all for our human race.


This journey I take everyday
How much ever trivial it may seem
Like a flowing river I move with all
In search of truth and meaning and dream.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Back and forth



I look at myself and wonder how I change
As my thoughts mutate in a wide range.


Sometimes I am so selfishly me, mine
Sometimes I forget the alphabet I and its sign.


There is turbulence and peace  
Alternating as an increase or decrease.


When it should be a Yes
No always indifferently messes.


When I think its wrong
Right surfaces and strikes the gong.


I forward with strength that world admires
I then step down fearing the burning pyres. 


Practicing and preaching moral values 
I ofttimes remain oblivious of my own views.


With others I am rude and arrogant 
But sometimes I be so softly pleasant.


I hate and disgrace a person at moments
But soon I find my love overflowing at events.


What I feel and think, I can't express
In solitude words combine as in press.


There are things I keep locked up as secrets
But then I myself open up all the closets. 


The child in me jumps up with ignorance
But then my intelligent adulthood maintains the stance. 

My goals change and vary with time
I just wish I attain the crucial, best and prime. 


I muse how I manage to sit on this swing
And get this genre of rhyme whenever I sing.


As my heart oscillates in this way so strange
I look at myself and wonder how I change.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

HOPE

THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE.

Can't believe I broke.
Can't believe I cried.
Can't believe I resiled.
Can't believe I smiled.

Its a short story of HOPE
HOPE that keeps me going on.


Thursday, October 21, 2010

Firsthand story


The catastrophe theory finally applied itself on 6th July after remaining dormant for almost six years of my life. Replying back to the mail was like breaking the cyst simply to reach out and be myself. That big sized bold font mail was seeking attention and participation of all the Greenpeace volunteers to raise a strong voice, a voice for change, a voice against injustice. A nation wide Public Consultation on the Civil Nuclear Liability Bill was announced by the Government following the pressure put by the fierce opposition, the activists and the concerned NGOs. Had it not been for a juggernaut action of petition signing by Greenpeace, the government would have been completely ready to finalize and pass the bill. How can this democratic procedure ignore such a strong voice of its nation? And how can this work simply get done without passing through the two important stages of ridicule and opposition? I believe the bill is at its second stage of opposition right now moving rapidly towards the third stage of acceptance which will be commencing within 15 days. An irony, indeed it is that a country of a billion population is told to wrap up with a NATION WIDE PUBLIC CONSULTATION in just 15 days. It clearly reflects the ‘name-sake-ness’ attitude of the ruling party! This indeed is the very first argument of Greenpeace condemning the short time given for a public opinion.
I was very quick to make a decision of attending it and so I reached the Santacruze office sharp at 11am as was informed. I was all ready with my research on the subject and so the air around got more cleared once we were briefed in detail by a Greenpeace activist at the office. We were enlightened with so many aspects of the bill, its history and its likes in other countries. There we were, all of us, very well aware of the subject, ready to step ahead. But before everything could start taking shape, I volunteered for taking the minutes of the day. I had not done that earlier. Ergo, with full of excitement inward and contained expressions outward, I was on my toes, literally noting the ‘minutes’ of every event. With two core volunteers we left for the venue – the magnificent edifice of Mumbai University’s Convocation Hall. Making friends with gabby newbies was easier and fun too. One of the core volunteers went further by referring us as family. What a warmth I felt! This was just the by-product of the entire chemical reaction. The catalyst was that common feeling of doing something, even though small, for bringing the change by being the change. Same feeling was ubiquitous.
When we reached the venue, that awe-inspiring sight of the Hall diffused with golden light, couldn’t have been better. Those delicately carved wooden doors and adeptly designed interiors gave a British-era feeling. This ambience provided a perfect set-up for the talks to proceed. The attendees to the session included the activists, the victims, the journalists, academicians and common people. Soon to arrive was the Greenpeace team with banners and posters. The work immediately began to fix the banners in the Hall. Particularly depicting the calamitous aftermath of the nuclear disasters occurred around the world; the cold black and white posters sent a clear message that – Nuclear energy is not what we want and that ‘In India Polluters Pay!’.
The session started with the speech of HOD, Department of Law, University of Mumbai explaining about the nuclear power. His explanation caught up with the details defining the terms in simplified manner. The succeeding speakers talked on complete ban on nuclear energy and how government is ignoring so many of the important clauses in the bill. There are so many clauses in the bill which need amendments. Briefing a few and important of them:
· Clause 6: The maximum financial liability in case a nuclear accident occurs in nuclear reactors has been set to $458 million. The amount is very meagre when compared to the destruction caused by a nuclear accident. A same kind of law in U.S. has set the financial liability for such accident at $10.5 billion.
· Clause 7: The clause 7 defines the share of financial liability for each of the culpable groups. It states that the operator will have to pay Rs. 500 crore and the remaining amount will be paid by the Indian government. This is considered as a ridiculous point as the operator will be the Nuclear Power Corporation of India Ltd. (NPCIL) which in itself is a government owned facility. The operator can claim the liabilities form the manufacturer and supplier if it is mentioned in the contract. But the maximum amount payable by the foreign companies will be a very little sum of Rs. 500 crore. Ultimately, it is the Indian taxpayer who will have to give the money even when the accident has occurred due to others mistakes.
· Clause 17: This clause deals with the legal binding of the culpable groups in case of a nuclear accident. It does allow only the operator (NPCIL) to sue the manufacturers and suppliers. The victims won’t be able to sue anyone. Practically, no one is considered legally liable because the recourse taken by the operator will yield only Rs. 500 crore at maximum.
· Clause 18: Clause 18 of the nuclear liability bill limits the time to make a claim within 10 years. This is very less as compared to the long term damage that may be caused due to a nuclear accident.
· Clause 35: Clause 35 extends the legal binding that the responsible groups may have to face. The operator or the responsible persons in case of a nuclear accident will undergo the trial under Nuclear Damage Claims Commissions and no civil court is given the authority. The country will be divided into zones with each zone having a Claims Commissioner. In the U.S. counterpart – the Price Anderson Act, the lawsuits and criminal proceedings goes under the U.S. courts.
The tides of questions started rising up in my mind as the session proceeded. Why is the government so lenient with the foreign investors, the manufacturers and the suppliers? Why was the health and environment ministry not consulted before finalizing the bill? Does the bill specify any liability for environmental damage in case nuclear disaster? We have all witnessed the recent and worst British Petroleum oil-spill and are still witnessing the methods U.S. authorities are adopting to hold the culprits liable. Why can’t we learn from them? The ecology and bio-diversity are equally important for a country’s wealth. Who will be claiming for the damage to environment? The bill is silent about the environment clean-up. The effects of a nuclear disaster are unimaginable and inevitable and they will persist for ages to come. Also, if the bill is named as the ‘CIVIL NUCLEAR LIABILITY BILL’, why aren’t the civil courts allowed to give justice? Creating zones and appointing zonal claims commissioners will not simplify the process. All are aware of how government bodies function. What about the health of the workforce working at the nuclear plant and the people dealing with scrape generated from such nuclear plants? There are many other issues which need a close attention. The bill, in this scenario, needs a serious second thought of amendment.
I grabbed the opportunity of expressing my opinions on the podium. The time was very less and so I made it straight-to-the-point expression. I wish I had more time to speak and explain the validity of my questions and arguments elaborately. That upsurge of tides of questions which arose in my mind propelled everything out so fast that I couldn’t manage the words running away. But I was contented as my words were taken as suggestion. Everything which was spoken by every speaker was simultaneously noted down for the purpose of presentation to the standing committee. The session soon ended and I reported the ‘Minutes’ to the Head of Greenpeace Mumbai. Now, if someone asks me whether Greenpeace made any difference to this important issue, I will be quick to reply that indeed Greenpeace made THE difference. It created awareness amongst the populace and also took its opinions regarding the bill for amendments. But the fight continues, petitioning continues, spreading awareness continues, as the rainbow warriors forge ahead. I am so proud to be one!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Perceptions






















Think think think
Of society, family, reputation.
They should be happy
So think about the relation.

They want the best for you
Will choose from a tiny group,
Even if it’s repulsive
You have to bend to include the loop.

You can’t jump off the wall
And cross the fading line.
You can’t get what you like
Even if it’s a lovely grape wine.

They are elders,
Their words are wise,
They speak with experience,
All the worldly lies.

Rich is their tradition
And religion and belief.
‘Grass is green on our side’
Pretense worse than thief.

Yours is a white cloth,
With stains deep red!
They think you are at fault
And blame your common thread.

What makes them so centered
To everything they do?
Since ages it is followed
Nobody questions whether its true.

You fall in trap like millions
As soon as you are born.
Hence you know the x and zeros
And rosy bed of thorns.

You are wrong, bad, culprit,
Don’t understand the maze.
You are a fool left alone,
Your thoughts are set ablaze.

No, you can’t,
You don’t have a word.
Keep aside your life
And start moving in herd.

How is human grouped?
No, not in gender.
It’s a complex conjunction of ideas,
Bred to grow for their splendor.

What difference does biology make
When you speak of Asia and Europe?
What difference does spiritualism make
When you speak of humanity and hope?

You have a beautiful mind
Why don’t they care?
Your future is your choice
It’s an answer to your prayer.

Yours is a white cloth indeed
And it’s clean, natural, genuinely pure.
Radiantly shining under the blue sky
Delicate lines, its significance, ensure.

You are what you think.
Don’t let wind erase your faiths.
You have done no harm
And so never be afraid of race.

He has now come closer
Will protect you from the fire.
He has always been the righteous one,
Will show the world your desire.


Neither Earth can be divided
Nor Water can be classified.
Neither Air can be cordoned for few
Nor fire can be tied.

It’s the strength of oneness binding
I hope they understand someday.
Acquit me of all false charges
And set me free to walk on my way.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

I pay the price!

























Every month there is one low time
When I can't be so lively so fine
Only one best friend comforting me
But at times not as soothing tree
Even I don't expect much from it
But just thank for caring in bit
Whole day and night I just lie
Adjusting parts in vain I try
Time and again I keep wondering
Why on Earth it's me feeling
Seasons change bring shady joy
This dynamic gift is similar toy
Those known with helping hand
Deserve accolades for natural reprimand
Act louder in efforts toward duty
Keep up the fight till sleepy eternity
I lose my sight and sense and words
Nocturnal sickness grabs mind in surds
But till that time I witness it all
Eating through pain, braving the call
Paradox though, I befriended him
Because I know it extends up to brim
And that I have to learn to adjust
Bring myself back to optimistic trust
With day ending less excruciating
I feel over-filled energy rusting
Another month passed without exercise
And this is how I pay the price!

Friday, August 27, 2010

A wise thought


A story –
In a beautiful hamlet near the limpid river, there lived two friends, Smith and Harry. They were always together in both joyful and sad times. But one day, they had small argument following some misunderstanding. The argument got so heated that Harry pushed Smith in anger. Smith lost his balance and fell into the mud. All his clothes got drenched in dark dirt. Smith silently got up himself and started cleaning his hands. Harry was not bothered but was quietly observing Smith. After wiping his hands clean, Smith started writing something on the sandy road. He wrote – My friend pushed me into mud.
Soon the clash was resolved and they were back together. Smith forgot everything but Harry still had in his mind what Smith had written on the sandy road. On one fine day two of them decided to go for fishing in the limpid river. This was Harry’s favourite pastime. They both were quietly enjoying the serene climate, just when Smith noticed that he had got a big fish in his trap. He jumped on his feet with joy and started winding the rope on the line. But then the boat started shaking and Smith fell into the river. Harry jumped immediately into the river to rescue his dear friend as Smith did not know how to swim. Smith was saved from drowning. On the river bank Smith immediately picked a stone and engraved this on a large stationary stone – Today my dear friend saved my life.
As they both walked their way back home, Harry asked Smith the reason why he had written previously on sandy road and that time on a large stone. To this Smith replied, “Dear friend, that day was a bitter day and those memories are to be erased by time. That is why I wrote on sand. While today was the day when you saved my life and this is to be remembered always and hence I engraved it on the stone.”


Sunday, March 28, 2010

What they explained.........

Places, events and time spoke while I observed them unfold eerily........



While others move on,
You will have your ride waiting.
Be not worried if it’s a bit late,
You will reach your destiny anyways.
Things will seem to be moving faster,
Remember you have your own pace.
Illusions will make you anxious on way,
Be not afraid of them, come what may,
Listen to your heart and act wisely.
Thank all those who helped you.
It will only make you humble
And them happier to help others.
Believe in God and always remember Him.
Dedicate all your actions and possessions to Him.
Every thing you have is due to His Holy Grace.
Pray to Him, Praise Him.
Ask for the happiness of people around you.
Ask for the strength of this unique Blue Planet.
Ask for peace, for beauty, for love.
Believe in Him and yourself.
And always strive to make this Planet a better place.


Thursday, March 11, 2010

Happy Holi



Long back Lord’s devotee Pralhad signifying good,
Sat on the pyre with Holika thinking he could!
Ill-intentioned Holika was burnt inspite of the blessing,
But the innocent Pralhad came out unharmed from the dressing.

The victory of good over evil was thus understood,
But still we celebrate the festival by burning wood!
‘SOS’ calling mother Earth was heard by our generation,
Lets celebrate Holi by worshiping good along with tree plantation.

Planet Earth is now reincarnating.

As you can see,
The festival of the oceans is going around,
For the first time winds are steady,
And the music has its own surround,
So all you people get ready,
To welcome the festival of colors on this ground.

Happy Holi!


(Archive: 2005)

God is in Silence



I finally got a reason to retreat in my sanctum sanctorum. For so many days I couldn’t understand why and how I consciously retreated to this space of immense silence. The great Indian Philosopher says: “Do not spend your energy in talking but meditate in silence. Do not let the rush of the outside world disturb you. Accumulate power in silence and become a dynamo of spirituality”. These striking words should be responsible for drawing me gradually inside as I remembered them each passing day. This place is filled with diffusing peace. Here, indolence never crosses my otherwise indolent mind. I understand almost nothing of this world. And it is this incomprehensibility which keeps me awake all the time. This place instills in me, a rushing wave of content. There is no confusion, no effort, no goals, no deadlines, no embellishments and no factual knowledge. This tranquility only owns a Silent Wisdom. The great peace keeper says: "We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature—trees, flowers, grass—grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." And this is undoubtedly the unconscious reason for my retreat. No wonder why I am enraptured by its illimitable beauty.
For the world outside I am just A. This outer sphere perceives me in relation to my behavior, my strengths, my weaknesses, my attitude, my ambition, my possessions, my work, my people and everything else. And true it is for every being. But the inner sphere does not attribute me to all these artifacts instead it recognizes me as an immortal soul. It relates me with the purity of raw elements. And it does this in simple fashion just by unveiling its own nature making me realize myself. I am completely mesmerized by its silence. I remember a quote of a great scientist of 20th century: "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." I am so happy that I am not stuck in aim-freedom-life-kin-money-power-fame chain. I am some what understanding what lies underneath. The German architect found his God in details, while I found Him in Silence.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

This race



Anxiety is stepping up each passing day,
Time is echoing the words of haste,
Procrastination has clenched my way,
I'm living obliviously in my own world.
I have long forgone my reformatory ideas,
Which have now transformed into albatross,
I dont relax anymore but galumph around,
Vanity of vanities has vacuumed my past.
Its worse to witness this slow process,
Its worse to degrade consciously,
I am blinded by illusionary white fog,
And losing courage to forward bravely.
Confounding threads failing in connections,
Are running through my vertebral column,
The disease is spreading in all directions,
Making me feel worthless and helpless.
I still dont understand my casualness,
And the withdrawal of my own limits,
'What next?' I really can't answer,
Particle by particle I am heating up.
I'm just unable to put things together,
My 3 lives are slipping from my hand,
Stressing me more are the obligations,
And unanswered queries about my plans.

I just wish I get hold of my lives,
And bring them back on track soon,
I just wish that things turn good,
Settle objects and subjects it should.
Without killing any of my facets,
I hope I do this all on my own,
I will contain all rough motions,
And train them to be straight and smooth.
Ropes to pull the chariots are thick,
But its the Hobson's choice offered,
I have to do it or let die my spirit,
Locking up my frustrations I have to steer it.
Hope to drive well on the unknown roads,
Hope to keep away from dirt at chase,
Hope to value all things along the way,
Hope to reach clean at the end of this race.