Inner Child

 It's easy to love.

Easy to believe.

Easy to leave.

Easy to hurt.

Easy to wallow.

What's not easy,

Is to remind yourself

To liberate

The inner child,

Shunned away from

Life.

A New World

The veil lifts up

As Life takes on the centre stage

A conflagrant chariot gallops through the starry canvas

Illuminating a golden universe.

Orion towers above- scattering stars

On every drop of dew.

Liberated mornings

Await in anticipation

To lose their souls

As the shimmery grains of yellow, red and blue

Glisten the feathers

Of our winged friends.

Dry leaves orchestrate

A sublime scenery

Across the desolate cityscapes.

Whirlwinds of cloud,

Slither through the sandscapes,

Coalescing into the waves.

A world, anew,

Yet so ancient and familiar,

The green and blue,

The orange and yellow,

The white and grey-

As clear as the skin of a new-born!

Threads of green sew through the landscape-

A new age is born.

Mirage of promises

Disintegrates;

While a new morning

Rises from its ashes.

(Lockdown 2020, India)

Do we need a 'training' on Morality and Humanity?

I just watched To Sir, with Love and the first thing to come in my mind was, "Why didn't I watch it all these years?"
Being a teacher myself, it was quite an enriching journey to watch Sidney Poitier win over the hearts of a bunch of hoodlums. The movie reminded me of my English teacher, more popular as Sir. When the scaly arms of this world wrap me up, it's his words that keep me sane. It's his wisdom, his guidance, his teachings that help me keep my chin up, head held high. All my life, I have grown up seeing men like my grandpa, my father and Sir. And now I know that it is never possible for me to idolize someone who is not even close to their stature.

The other day while talking to him over phone, Sir mentioned a raucous experience he had in his class. He had just finished reading aloud Guy de Maupassant’s famous 1884 short story, The Necklace. And few of the students laughed at it(he has also posted about this in his blog). Shocked, I asked, "Mane?" Sir replied, even he was shocked at their reaction. The students found the damnation of two lives funny! Unbelievable!
And if this doesn't shock you, I'm sure the following news will... Read on.

Today's news about the gruesome murder of a wife by a software engineer in Dehradun tops the inhumanity in man.
News report says:
"On December 13, 2010 the Pioneer reported that in a gruesome incident, a software engineer battered his wife to death with an iron object, chopped her body into eight to ten pieces and kept her body hidden in a freezer in Dehradun for two months. Rajesh Gulati, 38, kept updating his wife’s status on her social networking websites so that her Delhi-based family and others could not learn about her death until a week ago." Though 8 to 10 pieces is just an under statement, since 27 pieces of HALF her body were recovered.

What else is left to be done? If this is not inhuman, what is? It pains me to think that today's world is filled with such INHUMAN WRETCH OF MONSTERS! And to survive with sanity amongst people who are always trying to pull me down in the grimy and lackluster world, I must say I am thankful to those few people I am blessed with: the three venerable men of my life and last but certainly not the least, my mom!

Their words of wisdom and knowledge have always guided me to stand upright and abhorred me from doing anything for which I would lose my self-respect. It shivers me to think about the future of this world. Who knows what is in store for these people and for the generations to come!

A new addition to the history of blasts!

"History is nothing but the activity of men in pursuit of their ends."
-Karl Marx


Around 60-70 years back, an Argentine writer, named J.L. Borges, wrote about BENARES, without ever visiting the holy( now blood-stained) place.

Today morning while I was surfing through the news of the pernicious blast at Dashashwamedh, couple of links related to the blast popped up. But then I was bemused to see that a scroll bar on the right hand side of the page gave links to 15 pages(!), each containing news of about 20 blasts that took place this year around the globe.

It's the 63rd year of 'independence', as per historical records, but the innate disdain in our souls continues to goad us into destruction. We are still prey to the divide and rule. Perhaps it's rightly said that "the sun never sets on the British empire" because its span across the globe ensured that the sun was always shining on at least one of its numerous territories. And that certainly includes our hearts and minds, if not geographical territories!

"History does nothing; it does not possess immense riches, it does not fight battles. It is men, real, living, who do all this." -Karl Marx

Then why are we still so eager to repeat that history at the cost of our lives?