Moments of pain in life-
Give you the strength
To live and resist
All the sorrows and unhappiness,
That knock your door,
And set your past alive...
Moments of pain in life-
Give you the forbearance
And tolerance to shape up
The mould of your life,
And face all the challenges,
With an enthusiastic vigor...
Moments of pain in life-
Give you the temperance
When you find no hand planting
The seeds of love and care,
To nourish your heart,
And embellish it with joyfulness...
You'd sure hear the melodious
And truly endless echoes of pain,
That'll help you climb higher,
Every time you fall,
Because these moments of pain are truly-
The wind beneath your wings...
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Still In Search Of...
I'm still in search of...
A shoulder eager to sponge my tears,
Arms waiting to hug me,
A tongue wanting to say, 'I'm here...',
A heart whispering, 'I care for you...',
A mind drenched into my thoughts,
Eyes gazing into mine,
And tears rolling down to feel my presence.
You know who I'm talking about,
If you really have the heart to understand,
Come and shoulder me...
You know how helpless I stand without you,
You know that I'll fall if I don't have you...
Life seems so dull and dark today,
You know who I'm looking for,
I'm still in search of...
A shoulder eager to sponge my tears,
Arms waiting to hug me,
A tongue wanting to say, 'I'm here...',
A heart whispering, 'I care for you...',
A mind drenched into my thoughts,
Eyes gazing into mine,
And tears rolling down to feel my presence.
You know who I'm talking about,
If you really have the heart to understand,
Come and shoulder me...
You know how helpless I stand without you,
You know that I'll fall if I don't have you...
Life seems so dull and dark today,
You know who I'm looking for,
I'm still in search of...
Monday, April 6, 2009
I've Grown Up Enough...
Just because I keep smiling always,
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
How steadily life has changed...
Just beacuse I'm silent always,
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
That silence conveys what words never say...
Just because I'm patient always,
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
How excruciating it is to bear with a change...
Just beacuse I never wear false faces,
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
That a soul flooding with pain never speaks,
It perhaps needs aid because it is too weak...
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
How steadily life has changed...
Just beacuse I'm silent always,
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
That silence conveys what words never say...
Just because I'm patient always,
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
How excruciating it is to bear with a change...
Just beacuse I never wear false faces,
Doesn't mean I haven't grown up.
I've grown up enough to understand,
That a soul flooding with pain never speaks,
It perhaps needs aid because it is too weak...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
If You Possess a Heart...
Do you possess a heart?
A heart too selfless to say, 'I care',
And cast on a kid, a very soft stare.
Or one which would always say,
'Escort me dear, on my way.'
Do you possess a heart?
A heart that adores a child,
And where feelings never go wild.
Or one that yokes us akin,
Desiderating never to pull this callous sin.
Do you possess a heart?
A heart too lusty to ferry,
The silence of a damsel in merry.
Or one that loves to hate,
And then spell life in bait.
Do you possess a heart?
A heart that wishes to savor,
God's most bonny favor.
Or a heart that would slaughter,
The spirit of his own daughter.
If you say you possess a Heart:
A heart that simply chimes,
All those beauteous rhymes.
And one that will constantly beat,
At every single step of my feet.
So just think over and ideate,
Its you who clenches my ultimate fate.
Allow me, I beg, to come to life:
To brighten up your lovely face,
And make your world a beautiful place...
Here's one on the abolition of Female Foeticide...An eye-opener for those who bestow thought to having a girl as having a burden on their heads for the rest of their lives and those who keep on adding to the increasing population thinking that having a son is tantamount to exploring the seventh heaven on earth. The increasing population is calling down the evil on us and this poor thinking of a majority of the people is worsening the condition of our nation and the honor and admiration the world has for it today.
A heart too selfless to say, 'I care',
And cast on a kid, a very soft stare.
Or one which would always say,
'Escort me dear, on my way.'
Do you possess a heart?
A heart that adores a child,
And where feelings never go wild.
Or one that yokes us akin,
Desiderating never to pull this callous sin.
Do you possess a heart?
A heart too lusty to ferry,
The silence of a damsel in merry.
Or one that loves to hate,
And then spell life in bait.
Do you possess a heart?
A heart that wishes to savor,
God's most bonny favor.
Or a heart that would slaughter,
The spirit of his own daughter.
If you say you possess a Heart:
A heart that simply chimes,
All those beauteous rhymes.
And one that will constantly beat,
At every single step of my feet.
So just think over and ideate,
Its you who clenches my ultimate fate.
Allow me, I beg, to come to life:
To brighten up your lovely face,
And make your world a beautiful place...
Here's one on the abolition of Female Foeticide...An eye-opener for those who bestow thought to having a girl as having a burden on their heads for the rest of their lives and those who keep on adding to the increasing population thinking that having a son is tantamount to exploring the seventh heaven on earth. The increasing population is calling down the evil on us and this poor thinking of a majority of the people is worsening the condition of our nation and the honor and admiration the world has for it today.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Our Education System: Really Ethical and Flawless?
I had my B.Com. III year final exams starting from today and the first was the Hindi exam. The exam was to start early in the morning at 7. I reached the college campus exactly at 7. By the time I reached the examination hall, it was already 5 minutes past 7. As there was no electricity, it was pretty dark in the classroom (generators are rarely found in government colleges).
There were two lady invigilators in the class. The clock must have barely struck half past 7 when another lady teacher passed by our class. One of the invigilators insisted her to come inside the room while the other one was engaged in signing the answer sheets of the students. In the mean time, these two teachers spilled the beans of their personal and family matters. I was right infront of them, at the right corner seat of the second bench and their chat was so loud that even though I tried steering clear to them , I could hear almost every bit of what they were talking. After 20-25 minutes, the teacher who was called in the class left. Only the teacher who was signing the answer sheets of the students seemed a little bothered while the other was immersed in her mobile phone after having had a long-drawn-out talk with the other teacher. Only twice or thrice was she heard asking the students not to talk.
Students in our college are not permitted to carry their cell phones in the college campus. After a very short while, she was seen making and receiving calls on her phone too. No wonder, her long telephonic conversations could easily be heard by me and it was rather bugging to have her as the invigilator in the class.
After another half an hour, two other teachers came and stood at the door of our class and again this lady was seen talking to them on how her children make merry over her not knowing how to operate her cell phone properly. Later, she made a call from her phone and the second invigilator who was sitting next to her asked the students not to talk. The person whom she had called heard this and disconnected the call listening to this. This was followed by laughter by both of them. The teacher who was invited by her again came in the class and they started talking again. I had now started taking intent interest in what she had been doing because according to me, that was a big question mark on the education system of our country.
Whenever the Head of the Examination Department came to pay a visit to the class, she was found doing her duty. But all these 3 hours, she did nothing but distributed and collected the answer sheets and beat her gums on her phone and with most of the other teachers who passed by the examination hall. It was such a problematic situation for me (and may have been for most of the other students writing the exam too) to write the Hindi exam with such long and loud conversations going on continuously.
My question is when students are not allowed to carry their cell phones in the college campus, then why are the professors allowed to fissure the rules by making long telephone calls in the classroom especially when the students are writing their exam. Keep aside the chats she had with the other teachers, but her negligence towards her duty cannot be ignored. Her phone was heard ringing loudly constantly and she did not even bother herself to put it on silent mode. Besides, she made and attended every possible call and for the maximum possible duration. It seemed as if the Prime Minister of the country was sitting right infront of us settling the disputes of the country. I ask the opinion of everybody reading this towards this situation. What action should be taken against such people as this is the case in most of the insitutions today. I know that the development of a nation is a very broad term and and this is a negligible parameter in it but this is a critical situation that needs to be dissected especially when our nation is on the verge of development. How can we count on our education system and expect it to gain ground and reach the rock bottom of our nation with such flaws sitting on the throne?
The unfeigned portrait of our society is not what happens infront of us but that which happens behind us. And with such things happening under our very noses, we should open our eyes and ask others to do the same and raise our voices against such people.
There were two lady invigilators in the class. The clock must have barely struck half past 7 when another lady teacher passed by our class. One of the invigilators insisted her to come inside the room while the other one was engaged in signing the answer sheets of the students. In the mean time, these two teachers spilled the beans of their personal and family matters. I was right infront of them, at the right corner seat of the second bench and their chat was so loud that even though I tried steering clear to them , I could hear almost every bit of what they were talking. After 20-25 minutes, the teacher who was called in the class left. Only the teacher who was signing the answer sheets of the students seemed a little bothered while the other was immersed in her mobile phone after having had a long-drawn-out talk with the other teacher. Only twice or thrice was she heard asking the students not to talk.
Students in our college are not permitted to carry their cell phones in the college campus. After a very short while, she was seen making and receiving calls on her phone too. No wonder, her long telephonic conversations could easily be heard by me and it was rather bugging to have her as the invigilator in the class.
After another half an hour, two other teachers came and stood at the door of our class and again this lady was seen talking to them on how her children make merry over her not knowing how to operate her cell phone properly. Later, she made a call from her phone and the second invigilator who was sitting next to her asked the students not to talk. The person whom she had called heard this and disconnected the call listening to this. This was followed by laughter by both of them. The teacher who was invited by her again came in the class and they started talking again. I had now started taking intent interest in what she had been doing because according to me, that was a big question mark on the education system of our country.
Whenever the Head of the Examination Department came to pay a visit to the class, she was found doing her duty. But all these 3 hours, she did nothing but distributed and collected the answer sheets and beat her gums on her phone and with most of the other teachers who passed by the examination hall. It was such a problematic situation for me (and may have been for most of the other students writing the exam too) to write the Hindi exam with such long and loud conversations going on continuously.
My question is when students are not allowed to carry their cell phones in the college campus, then why are the professors allowed to fissure the rules by making long telephone calls in the classroom especially when the students are writing their exam. Keep aside the chats she had with the other teachers, but her negligence towards her duty cannot be ignored. Her phone was heard ringing loudly constantly and she did not even bother herself to put it on silent mode. Besides, she made and attended every possible call and for the maximum possible duration. It seemed as if the Prime Minister of the country was sitting right infront of us settling the disputes of the country. I ask the opinion of everybody reading this towards this situation. What action should be taken against such people as this is the case in most of the insitutions today. I know that the development of a nation is a very broad term and and this is a negligible parameter in it but this is a critical situation that needs to be dissected especially when our nation is on the verge of development. How can we count on our education system and expect it to gain ground and reach the rock bottom of our nation with such flaws sitting on the throne?
The unfeigned portrait of our society is not what happens infront of us but that which happens behind us. And with such things happening under our very noses, we should open our eyes and ask others to do the same and raise our voices against such people.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Life Goes On...
Life may have a reason for everything,
But has never a reason to stop,
Whatever be the reason,
Life goes on...
Time keeps passing by,
Dreams keep flying high,
But life'd never stop or look back,
It just goes on...
Emotions may make you frown,
Time may break you down,
But whatever be the reason,
Life goes on...
But has never a reason to stop,
Whatever be the reason,
Life goes on...
Time keeps passing by,
Dreams keep flying high,
But life'd never stop or look back,
It just goes on...
Emotions may make you frown,
Time may break you down,
But whatever be the reason,
Life goes on...
वक्त ने आज...
वक्त ने मुझे तोड़-तोड़ कर
आज पत्थर बना दिया...
हर पल आज़माइश कर
आज मज़बूत बना दिया...
बार बार रूठ-रूठ कर
आज मानना सिखा दिया...
हर पल रूककर, बदलकर
आज संभालना भी सिखा दिया...
आज पत्थर बना दिया...
हर पल आज़माइश कर
आज मज़बूत बना दिया...
बार बार रूठ-रूठ कर
आज मानना सिखा दिया...
हर पल रूककर, बदलकर
आज संभालना भी सिखा दिया...
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I'm Still a Kid, I Know...
I'm still a kid, I know,
But you're the one who can help me grow...
I fall down bitterly everytime I try,
But you're the one who always says, "Better don't cry"...
I, at times, look at the world blindfolded,
But you're the one who tells me that it may make me wounded...
I'm often rude to you, I know,
But you're the one who has never made me feel low...
I look around to see if somebody's there with me,
And you're the one who has never disappointed me...
I get to the bottom of my life and end goofed up,
But you're the one who has never let me give up...
And that's the only reason why,
I'm still a kid,
But you know,
You're the one who understands me and helps me grow...
Dedicated to my best friend...just tried to pen down a few lines saying what she means to me...
But you're the one who can help me grow...
I fall down bitterly everytime I try,
But you're the one who always says, "Better don't cry"...
I, at times, look at the world blindfolded,
But you're the one who tells me that it may make me wounded...
I'm often rude to you, I know,
But you're the one who has never made me feel low...
I look around to see if somebody's there with me,
And you're the one who has never disappointed me...
I get to the bottom of my life and end goofed up,
But you're the one who has never let me give up...
And that's the only reason why,
I'm still a kid,
But you know,
You're the one who understands me and helps me grow...
Dedicated to my best friend...just tried to pen down a few lines saying what she means to me...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
For a Moment...
All that I do, is for a moment,
Just one single moment, and in it lies the torment...
For a moment, I shall cry,
Or think to hate and destroy...
For a moment, I will memorise,
The way you always mesmerize...
For a moment, I shall sit alone,
And peep into this painful soul...
For a moment, from you, I shall be away,
But will never go far off the way...
And then, one day for a moment, you'll need me,
But, I may not be that close, you see...
Just one single moment, and in it lies the torment...
For a moment, I shall cry,
Or think to hate and destroy...
For a moment, I will memorise,
The way you always mesmerize...
For a moment, I shall sit alone,
And peep into this painful soul...
For a moment, from you, I shall be away,
But will never go far off the way...
And then, one day for a moment, you'll need me,
But, I may not be that close, you see...
Friday, February 13, 2009
Are We Free?
With tears welling down
from innocent eyes,
Illness and suffering
in the atmosphere,
And people starving for food...
Are we free?
With anarchy on our
blessed native land,
And people with
a load of remorse,
All the creatures apprehended...
Are we free?
With the burden of
violence on our heads,
With agony and hatred
dwelling and surrounding,
Fretful and bewildered minds...
Are we free?
With obscure ally
and reconciliation,
With fetters of iron
in wounded hands,
We walk reproaching ourselves...
Are we free?
With thousands of souls possessing
a quest for tranquility,
And forces suppressing
hatred among people,
Undying pretence all around...
Are we free?
With hearts crying for
freedom from illness,
And souls longing
for true love,
We guarantee 61 long years of freedom...
But are we really 'Free'?
This one is for the terrorism and hatred spreading in the minds of people in the world, for all those who've been longing to live life in peace, We freed ourselves from the rule of the Britishers years back, I put forth my question to everyone readin' this...Are we really 'Free'?
from innocent eyes,
Illness and suffering
in the atmosphere,
And people starving for food...
Are we free?
With anarchy on our
blessed native land,
And people with
a load of remorse,
All the creatures apprehended...
Are we free?
With the burden of
violence on our heads,
With agony and hatred
dwelling and surrounding,
Fretful and bewildered minds...
Are we free?
With obscure ally
and reconciliation,
With fetters of iron
in wounded hands,
We walk reproaching ourselves...
Are we free?
With thousands of souls possessing
a quest for tranquility,
And forces suppressing
hatred among people,
Undying pretence all around...
Are we free?
With hearts crying for
freedom from illness,
And souls longing
for true love,
We guarantee 61 long years of freedom...
But are we really 'Free'?
This one is for the terrorism and hatred spreading in the minds of people in the world, for all those who've been longing to live life in peace, We freed ourselves from the rule of the Britishers years back, I put forth my question to everyone readin' this...Are we really 'Free'?
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Just Wish That...
Tears 've frozen in my eyes,
Words 've sealed inside my lips,
Thoughts are clogging me from inside,
And so, here I stand,
With nothing to say
And nothing to hear...
Guilt is overrunning my heart,
My hands are shaking like an aspen leaf,
Grief has crippled my eyelids,
And so, here I stand,
With nothing to say
And nothing to hear...
You may be the reason behind all this,
But I know you're the cure too,
And so, here I stand,
With nothing to say
And nothing to hear
Just wish that someday you'd come near...
Words 've sealed inside my lips,
Thoughts are clogging me from inside,
And so, here I stand,
With nothing to say
And nothing to hear...
Guilt is overrunning my heart,
My hands are shaking like an aspen leaf,
Grief has crippled my eyelids,
And so, here I stand,
With nothing to say
And nothing to hear...
You may be the reason behind all this,
But I know you're the cure too,
And so, here I stand,
With nothing to say
And nothing to hear
Just wish that someday you'd come near...
Why Should I Grow Up Now?
When you gave me a hand-
Assuring love and guidance,
At every walk in life;
A shoulder-
That fed comfort and understanding,
Whenever I grieved and felt low;
A yoke of words-
That cured all my wounds,
When I was in pain;
Why should I grow up now?
When you gave me the roots-
I needed at every step of life,
Even when I tumbled down while crawling;
A heart-
That loved me and shed tears for me,
Even when I was enraged;
And something yet so special-
You held my finger and taught me,
How to walk unshod on roses and thorns;
Why should I grow up now?
You chime in that I need to grow up:
But, I am still a tenderfoot,
Who falls in every endeavor to rise,
Who yearns for your finger to roll out,
And defy all challenges without cowardice.
You acceded to escort me on every road,
I am off the beaten track without you;
How could you leave me deserted in the dust?
I would always need you to wing my flight,
So why should I Grow Up Now?
Assuring love and guidance,
At every walk in life;
A shoulder-
That fed comfort and understanding,
Whenever I grieved and felt low;
A yoke of words-
That cured all my wounds,
When I was in pain;
Why should I grow up now?
When you gave me the roots-
I needed at every step of life,
Even when I tumbled down while crawling;
A heart-
That loved me and shed tears for me,
Even when I was enraged;
And something yet so special-
You held my finger and taught me,
How to walk unshod on roses and thorns;
Why should I grow up now?
You chime in that I need to grow up:
But, I am still a tenderfoot,
Who falls in every endeavor to rise,
Who yearns for your finger to roll out,
And defy all challenges without cowardice.
You acceded to escort me on every road,
I am off the beaten track without you;
How could you leave me deserted in the dust?
I would always need you to wing my flight,
So why should I Grow Up Now?
Always thought my Feelings would someday...
I always thought that my feelings would someday
Become the language of my soul...
But with the passage of time,
I see them falling bitterly...
Just as the dry shedding leaves of a tree,
That get trampled by callousness...
As more and more time flew by,
I realised that these feelings were those,
That'd never get washed away,
They'd always leave behind their stains...
I tried might and main,
But could not really weigh down the stains...
And today I realise that,
My feelings have set me afire inside...
But I somewhat feel relieved of all the pain...
My feelings have set my heart searing,
And so I stand numb and would just say-
Today, all my feelings rest dead and so do I, all in dismay...
Become the language of my soul...
But with the passage of time,
I see them falling bitterly...
Just as the dry shedding leaves of a tree,
That get trampled by callousness...
As more and more time flew by,
I realised that these feelings were those,
That'd never get washed away,
They'd always leave behind their stains...
I tried might and main,
But could not really weigh down the stains...
And today I realise that,
My feelings have set me afire inside...
But I somewhat feel relieved of all the pain...
My feelings have set my heart searing,
And so I stand numb and would just say-
Today, all my feelings rest dead and so do I, all in dismay...
Thank 'em!!!
Thank first not those who share your happiness,
First thank those who shared your sorrows...
Thank first not those who wish you joy when you succeed,
First thank those who encouraged you all through your way to success...
Thank first not those who help you live life,
First thank those because of whom you are alive...
Thank first not those who make you feel happy,
First thank those who put forth trials that made you strong...
Thank first not those who feel bad everytime you fall,
First thank those who helped you get up and walk again...
Thank first not those who show care for you,
First thank those who forgot to take care of themselves to look after you...
Thank first not those who feel miserable when you cry,
First thank those who couldn't bear to see you crying...
Thank first not those who help you with things in life,
First thank those who refused to help you and showed you the way to do it yourself...
There are some people who indeed make life special and worth living...
They may not always be those who stand by your side everytime...
They may be those who stab your backs...
Thank each one of 'em too...
Because they are actually the ones who help you live life...
First thank those who shared your sorrows...
Thank first not those who wish you joy when you succeed,
First thank those who encouraged you all through your way to success...
Thank first not those who help you live life,
First thank those because of whom you are alive...
Thank first not those who make you feel happy,
First thank those who put forth trials that made you strong...
Thank first not those who feel bad everytime you fall,
First thank those who helped you get up and walk again...
Thank first not those who show care for you,
First thank those who forgot to take care of themselves to look after you...
Thank first not those who feel miserable when you cry,
First thank those who couldn't bear to see you crying...
Thank first not those who help you with things in life,
First thank those who refused to help you and showed you the way to do it yourself...
There are some people who indeed make life special and worth living...
They may not always be those who stand by your side everytime...
They may be those who stab your backs...
Thank each one of 'em too...
Because they are actually the ones who help you live life...
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