Tuesday, May 09, 2006

PAIN.....


You said it’s all over.

The dreams died,

The smiles vanished,

The pain remains…


I cry to express the hurt.

My tears, the language of my heart

The tears dry up on my cheeks,

The pain remains…


I drink to dissolve the sorrow.

And you come closer with each ounce

The hallucinations disappear

The pain remains…


I hurt myself.

I hope one pain numbs the other,

The scars heal,

The pain remains…

I turn on the shower.

Let it drown the memories!

The water drains,

The pain remains…

I listen to music.

Wasn’t it the reason I loved you?

Slowly, the notes die away, but

The pain remains…

I write – to flush it out.

The lines soothing the burns,

The words are long forgotten,

The pain still remains…

And, I jump off this cliff

Finding solace in the earth’s lap?

The echoes fade away.

Now, only the pain remains…


Its amazing!! I thought everything really was OVER!! But pain remained... to teach me that world didn't come to an end when one chapter in your life ended. If you dont end it there, the pain will keep thwarting your way... like a thorn, it'll keep stinging you. It keeps saying; 'face it... finish it... and then let it go.'

Friday, April 07, 2006

NEWS: Nasty Exaggerated Wild Stories

“Appa, my favourite cartoon….” SWAP. “Good evening. The headlines…”
I hated her voice. I hated her face. I hated her. I hated NEWS.

Appa never offered explanations. I ran into the kitchen pouting. Amma saw me coming from the corner of her eye and knew what happened. (Moms always know). “I hate her!” I cried. “Why does she always come when I want to see cartoon.

“And she doesn’t even know anything. She blindly reads in the same tone. There’s nothing interesting in the stupid news!!” That day amma explained patiently that news was not supposed to be interesting or ‘juicy’. It was informative and mostly serious. It was a medium for the world to know ‘Wots goin on…’

Times have changed. This means what was just half an hour’s torture has extended to 24 * 7 thanks to these NEWS channels as they call themselves proudly.

News is an exchange of information… But are we mere machines to pass on information blindly? Shouldn’t we give a thought as to whether the audience really needs the information?

What happened at the fashion week was something personal. Wasn’t it embarrassing enough that it happened to those poor girls once in such a huge event, in front of such a large audience for the media to bring it out? Was there a need for a common man to even know such a thing happened?

For a moment think of it this way… What would a sensitive person do if a woman’s top falls off? Rush to her and offer her his coat, clothe her? Why did none sitting there feel like doing that? You may say I watch a lot of hindi movies & that I am not being practical enough but what is the point in buying all those designer outfits and storing them in your cupboard if you can’t cover a lady in serious trouble. How could they manage to sit still & witness it? Was the decorum of the show more important? Didn’t anyone thinking of turning the lights off? Instead, the media took the opportunity to shoot that miserable incident on their camera…

Every, mind you, every news channel has the scene running at least 50 times a day & I can’t differentiate between the last 7 days newspapers as each has the same front-page picture. Some say it was deliberately done. Some say they appreciate the attitude of the models. Filthy hypocrites I call them!

Are these girls just moving mannequins? Where has sensitivity gone? Why have feelings, emotions, relationships been sabotaged by all this glamour? Why has news been replaced by hot stories and juicy gossip? My logic says if these channels dedicate 24 hours to news, they can cover what’s happening in each remote corner of the world. That’s the power of the media. But what really happens is a joke. And people are really laughing at others expense

Monday, March 27, 2006

When I was in school, my teacher once asked, “What are the things required for a plant to grow?” I replied at once, “Sand, water and fertilizers.” My teacher smiled, “You are indeed right but haven’t you noticed plants growing in buildings and tiles without soil? Haven’t you seen plants grow on the deserts without water? And of course, fertilizers are just a manmade entity. Didn’t we grow plants before them?

“But, have you ever seen plants grow without sunlight?”

At that time, I didn’t realize the depth of the statement but now I do…

You cannot farm inside closed doors. Like wise, you can never gain knowledge with a closed mind. The soil is like our base – the foundation, water is nothing but our books and fertilizers represent the internet. But the essence of knowledge – illumination lies in the sunlight. So you have to be open – minded.

Listen to others thoughts, ideas, experiences, innovations very few books can offer you. Life has so much to teach you once you are open minded; you can easily become the richest person in the world.