The Rainbow

I fall in the pool with a lungful of lust.

The chain that binds me and I let it bind me.

Aah! Attaining beatitude, elevating me to the seventh heaven;

The pang I feel when I free fall from the highest heaven.

My heart weeps for the angel I desire, the weighty tears not withstanding.

Self-pity is the biggest sin but I find pride indulging in it;

I indulge myself, let the spirit soar up into the skies.

Where mirth inflates to take flight with the birds.

Feel free to leap and jump crushing the fears beneath;

Merging in with the rest, shouting and screaming at my fears.

Doing nothing, saying the obvious!

Wrenching out my angst and saying it out loud;

With mouth wide open to take in the glory.

Wait a second and just look around to feel the energy.

This is what drives to idolize and manifest my dreams;

I don’t care what my dear world does.

Me and my own big space trying to stay clear from the rest.

Steer me through my longevity; keep me afloat!

All said and done, the universe remains a cosmic joke.

I try to break free just like everyone else,

Mocking, laughing and rolling my way through the rainbow.

P.S. Each 3 sentenced stanza represents something different… You can associate it with a person, a feeling, an emotion… Anything… Feel free to post your interpretations… (I mean pls do it:-)

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The Good, the Bad and the Evil

The other day I happened to be sitting doing nothing and completly lost in my own thoughts. All of a sudden i noticed something common to every household. Ants. They were there engrossed in their ‘transportation business.’ The ants were carrying a big bug, a bug alomst 50 times the size of one ant. They were taking it to their place. It was a very fine illustration of team work. A bug 50 times bigger than their size, obviously was difficult to carry. But the small ants used teamwork to solve this problem. Some ants pushed the bug while some pulled. While some just moved about trying to find a place to put in their contribution. The ants gave me a perfect demonstration of teamwork and the effort one needs to put in to succeed. They showed me that the problem i faced might be big, but with persistance and the will to achieve the goal even the greatest problems can be overcome. All of a sudden then a bee buzzed off near my ear. I began observing the bee, it was also working. I saw the beehive. Just a few days back it was nothing, and now it housed an entire army of bees in it. It was one busy place literally buzzing with activity. As i further observed, the bees came, landed on the hive, roamed mindlessly on it and flew back. Bee after bee came in from all directions, did the same thing and then flew back.Doing trips between it’s honeycomb and the flowers, it was continously bringing nectar, and this nectar was being collected in the bee hive. No doubt it was the hard work of the bees, the great contribution of each and everyone of them that had caused their colony to prosper.The bees showed me how there is no alternative to hardwork and how the contribution of each and everyone matters. I then noticed the tree on which the hive hung. It was a big tall tree, piercing the skies. Every year, every day & every moment it was growing, it was growing taller and taller. But no matter how taller the tree would grow, there was one thing that would not change for it. It’s association with the ground. It was on the ground since it was a sapling, and it will be on the ground even after it dies. No matter how high it went, it stayed firmly on the ground. The tree showed me how it was necessary to have one’s feet on the ground always. As I fancied the height of the tree, i could see a kite soar in the sky. It reached heights greater, much greater than the tree could have ever achieved, and it did it in almost no time. But then there was a sudden strong wind. The kite lost control and soon came down to the ground, again in no time. The kite showed me that something that goes up rapidly can also come down rapidly. As the kite fell down, the green grass caught my eye. What was it. Nothing compared to the mighty tree. Yet when the floods come or when a storm breaks out, it is the tree’s that fall. The grass just bends along. This bending grass showed me the importance of compromising with the situation. As my eyes again started searcing the kite, i could see it trying to fly again. Achieve greater heights than earlier. The kite demonstrated me the ‘never say die spirit’. Seeing all this all that came in my mind was that this beautiful world is just so full of examples. Examples that are important for a healthly life. Examples that are important to achieve success. Examples that enlighten us. Examples that stand for the GOOD!

Nothing of what i wrote above was original. We all have been hearing about these examples from our parents and teachers since we were small children. But how many of us believe in these examples today?How many of us even observe them happening around us? And even if you believe in them and observe them, do you follow them in their real life? Well, I should not be writing this post, beacuse I am just as same as anyone of you.I am not someone who has seen a lot of this world and know everything about the good and the bad.Neither am I the epitome of perfection nor am I consummate. I also observe these things happening around me. I also believe in them. But in the end I end up doing only that what I feel is right. Not than my perception of right and wrong is wrong or highly inaccurate, but yes it lacks, or it could even be far from perfection. But inspite of all this I am writing this post. Probably because of the same thing that I am as same as any one of you. I write this because I face similar problems, troubles and worries as you.

We all talk how our life lives have so many problems to face, so many objectives to attain, so many expectations to fulfill and yet only a lifetime of time. But what do we do after the talk is over. We forget all of it and return back to our routine lives. Some of us wish to change, while some us just talk of change. Some of us have already changed for the better, while some of us still believe that we do not need to change. Change is inevitable. We cannot avoid change from taking place. It is the only thing that remains constant. Situations change, conditions change, beliefs change, people change, you change. Change just cannot be avoided or escaped from. And if one is foolish enough to resist change, change is wise enough to destroy him. The only thing that matters in case of change is if you are ready to change with change or not. Though we can bring out a change, we cannot prevent it. So the easiest way is to accept it. We all want to be successful in life. The definitions of success being different for each one of us. But how many of us work towards succeeding in life? How many of us posesses the persistent determination to achieve what we really want? How many of us have the courage to sustain a failure? How many of us are strong enough to rise after a fall and start walking towards our goal right away? We talk of hard work and determination being the necessary ingredients of suceess. But how many of us really put our mind and body heart and soul in our work? How many of us do the right thing at it’s right time? How many of us are non reliant and independent of others for achieving our success? We most of the times know that what we are doing is not correct. What we are doing is evil. Yet we do it, out of a myriad reasons. We are just so used to it. We so often talk of removing the bad from within us. We so often talk of destroying the evil inside. And if not talk openly at least we soliloquize about it or at least think about it. But in the end why don’t we change ourselves?Why do we end up just talking about change, instead of bringing about the change? Why don’t we remove the bad and evil and fill the good inside us? Why are we like this? The answers to these questions probably do not exist. And even if they do, they exist deep inside your own mind. It is as if your life’s secrets lie in a box whose key you keep searching for it all over the place again and again, ignorant of the fact that it lies in your pocket.

The world today is full of evil. But what we fail to realizeis that all the evil starts and ends with us. All the time all we do is just talk of removing this evil from within us. All the time we talk about removing all evil and bad things from our surroundings. But end up doing nothing. This time lets just not talk, this time lets do it. Today is Dussehra. This very day, many many years ago, Lord Shri Ram returned to Ayodhya after destorying Ravan. Today Ravan exists inside all of us. This dussehra let us destory this demon inside us once and for all. This time let us actually change instead of simply talking about change. This dussehra may all of us remove what is bad and accept what is good. Let us all change for the better, instead of just talking about changing for the better. This time, let us all JUST DO IT!!

21 grams

How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all live is 21 grams at the exact moment of our death. Yes everyone! How much fits in 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much is gained? How much? 21 grams, weight of a chocolate bar, a humming bird, may be 50 paise coin! How much does 21 grams weigh?

Nope it’s not another story about barbarism, killings, rapes and other human acts of devilry. I will not write such things because I haven’t seen them. Only things that will travel from my mind through my hands to paper are facts. Yes my friend only facts. And for me fact is what I have experienced, not even stuff seen on television. I don’t intend to blame anyone neither hindus nor muslims. Well for me, even labeling people as formerly used is throbbing.

The day after train was burned down in Godhra

It was morning time and I was the only one awake and was very happy for school had been cancelled that day due to “BHARAT BANDH”.I was watching news about what had happened in Godhra. Infact the whole day was a picnic for me as after a very long time my whole family spent a day together. Day gave off to night. Mom was cooking food in the kitchen and rest of us were watching news at a very high volume. Suddenly my mom came rushing to the room with her voice collapsing, “Reduce the volume. I think someone is shouting in the vicinity. Instantly someone (out of my brother, father and me) reduced volume and I heard first cries, hauls of my life. Clattering of the vessels mingled with these cries giving rise to some cannibalistic ritual music. This clattering was a signal to gather slayers or a signal to start attack. Dad ordered us to shut off the lights and then he went out to check if the doors were properly closed. Soon after that he called the police and told them,” Sir, some people are attacking our society so please can you send “.To which the man on the receiving end interrupted, “We cannot do anything until next 72 hrs. Riots have broken out in the whole city and we don’t have enough force.” “But” and policeman had already hung up the phone. We all were standing shell shocked in the darkness after listening to conversation. My dad told my mom to take me to the underground cellar we had in our house and not to come out of it under any circumstances, even if they entered the house and killed him, while he and my brother will stay above to guard the house. “How can they do this to us?”,stuttered my mom while we were in the cell. Even after seven years I don’t know what the answer to that question is. The only thing I know is that how it feels to suffocate nearly to death for almost 10 hours in the non-ventilated hot cellar and trembling with fear, listening to cries of my neighbours and hauls of the devils-misanthropists, expecting the doom of my father, brother, mother at any moment and utilizing every instant to gain enough strength to avoid dying with fear and to face death at any second. We were spared for the moment but didn’t they kill a part of us? Is life of the other beings really so cheap to us?

The Comment

This one is not a new article. But as the title says, it is a comment. It is a comment on ,“The Matter of Marathi” given by a friend of mine, Aditya Tohare. So If you at any point of time while reading this get confused, the fault will be entirely mine for shifting this comment and making it a post. In that case, please read the article “The Matter of Marathi”. Thank you very much. And thanks a lot, Aditya, for such a valuable comment. Please read on.

well..i agree with you shantanu.
From the times of the great chattrapati Shivaji maharaj, there was nothing done as restricting any religion any creed from entering into our state as well as the minds of marathi people.But marathi never was dominated over by other languages or i should say that its grandeur was never budged by the presence of these things.n why then it is happening now..
i can give u the reason….
To make important a region or a language..to create a respect for them..does not happen because the region or language inherits great qualities or its soil has that stuff in it..It is the people born in that soil who bring the region and the language pride..
This is major difference the between the times then n the times now.From the times of Shivaji maharaj..i m repeatedly using this ..since many of us know atleast that much history n we have got some knowledge about the important figures of that time…So from those times till the independence of country…the nation saw n experienced many Marathi leaders, experts in various fields, etc..We know Lokmanya Tilak..the reforms he did..the start of newspapers Kesari in marathi and Mahratta in english by him..Mahatma jyotiba fule..the social reforms he imbibed in our society which stood as standards for the entire nation…Mahatma Gandhi’s political guru was Gopal Krishna Gokhale..
n what to tell more about the gargantuan n magnanimous persona of Swantantryaveer Savarkar.These people went to foreign for their studies, were parts of various nationwide groups, participated in different activities..but never forgot their culture , their language….
Strolling on the coasts of England, sawarkar wrote ” ne mazasi ne parat matru bhoomila sagara pran talamala”…
the Marathi Manoos at that time had retained his self dignity self respect..never wanted anybody to feel sympathetic about him..had courage, had valour…sawarkar jumped from the ship in which he was taken to be imprisoned in the deep blue sea near the Marcellus island n swam to the coast to break from the bondages…u know what courage it takes to dive in the sea full of dangers, the presence of only the blue sea creating a sort of mirage which is in desert…blocked direction sense…but still he jumped…

that was the real marathi manoos….

So in that sense i dont agree totally with Raj Thackeray..aggression is no way to prove that we are the best..but still he n Bal Thackeray are the only people who are striving to keep the Marathiness alive in the heart of Mumbai…I totally agree with your opinion shantanu that today’s marathi youth has become lazy…or he feels ashamed to do certain kinds of work…
we know the situation in our home town shantanu..we know that why vidarbha is not getting developed at a rate at which it should had although it has the major resources of the state…why industries are not starting in vidarbha…n if started they are forced to halt..everybody knows the fall of Tata’s empress mill in nagpur…this is because the people here dont like to work…u know in management we read the X n Y workers theory..these are the X type..the situation in west maharashtra is somewhat more digestible..

but still marathi minds remain with all those blockages for doing work of any kind..when any UP bhaiyya comes n puts THELA…starts his business..then develops it into something more profitable , big..buys a Car out of that …our people think that this must be due to black money…
Our people have always confused “profit” by working hard with “PROFITEERING”.Rather i should say they just made excuses to do a socially low kind of work…
All these thinking and ideology is the gift of Generation from the after independence period..mostly from 1960’s to 1990’s. as in my opinion..wherein they used to think that we just have to be satisfied in what we get n it should be enough to fulfill the needs of their family they wanna start..All things revolving around themselves…not a peek in the outer world….just as it is said Ignorance is Bliss..

n they inculcated the same thought process in the future generations..making them more coward and superficial..

This is were Raj Thackeray comes into play..He is telling the marathi youth to fight back for their jobs..to show the skills..n there is no shame in doing any kind of work..he is making them brave n coaxing them to atleast try…
this is what i feel important in MNS ideology.

About marathi, really the quality is deteriorating..not only that the pride which should be there in minds of people about their mother tongue that’s diminishing…talk with a few boys in mumbai – the capital of maharashtra..u will get the evidence..This is not their fault wholly..this is again their parents from the 60’s to 90’s era who wanted to get called of by their sons n daughters as MOM DAD, MUMMY DADDY…to build up their so called social status..

everybody should know that Raj Thackeray is not against the non maharashtrians living in state from decades..he is just against the crowd of people entering into the state with an intention to get prosperous..there is nothing wrong in that intention..but how can it be justified when the original inhabitants still are struggling..though its due to their ignorance their mistakes in perceiving things and situations…but still they are to be stabilized first…there psyche needs to be changed….they have to made strong enough to face every competition. These are the some points Raj Thackeray’s n my thinking have got in common…

Also i want to express one of my beliefs that today traditional Marathi Manoos has managed to sustain the overcrowded vicious jungle of mumbai because some marathi leaders you all know…..

Internet musing

The other day, I was using my time (which we have in plenty) to open the google home page which took its own sweet time. And by sweet, I mean real sweet. Real real sweet. This is a tribute to our Internet speed… I can speak on behalf of H-9 residents at least. We can proudly say that or hostels have wifi or LAN but sometimes its just a redundant piece of technology. I love this… Mocking the college… Its also our all time favourite timepass, also famously known as ‘bakar’.

Yes, back to my musing. I actually think its good that we have such ludicrous speeds. We have so much fun over it. It actually increases social harmony… Reinforcing the point, I was browsing on our superfast net and going through some archaic data showing a graphical representation between the broadband speed and various countries. Japan topped that chart with a speed of about 7.5 Mb/s even in some distant age! USA was somewhere in between and India… Have a guess… Yes, you’re right… It wasn’t anywhere in the reckoning in the chart (I want to use a smiley). India can be called a giant minnow. I gave my room mate a smile at that moment… See! Harmony and good will!

Now, what would happen if someday the government of Japan decides to reduce their speeds to Indian levels? (Hypothetical case. Everything is possible). I conjecture a mass riot in that case. People will come to a halt and announce a strike or something. They’ll be on the streets. This conjecture comes from the fact (though not completely related to internet speed) that just due to some technical glitch recently, gmail faced some problems and couldn’t provide satisfactory services for a day. New forums came up condemning the situation and services and asking for compensation. On the other hand, in India or lets talk about SVNIT (:-) now I use a smiley)… we curse a bit but we also smile! People talk to each other and tell stories of their grandparents while they’re waiting for their favourite google page to open. Again… Harmony and goodwill…

P.S. A bit of mockery never hurt anyone but I hope this does.