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Saturday, September 29, 2012

There is this thing in all of us


There is this thing in all of us
In a moment of abundance, we neglect, start being feckless
When many surround being close, never we see care
We love so deep, yet often fail to see who deserve

There is this thing in all of us
But walking alone a day; we realize how hard it is to stay!
When we see needy cry, we pity so high
Then forget we are blessed, gifted with so much best

There is this thing in all of us
Happiness is our zeal, yet we make reasons to appeal, that money brings that feel
 Materialize everything, criticize if not our thing!
We choose to be rich and neglect how to enrich

There is this thing in all of us
We weep over days, for the lost moment always
We put up into fight, for reasons that are no right
We think before love, delaying it from now
When lost if form our hands, we think of it how?
There is this thing in all of us!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

September almighty






So here we are in September now. September bring us that happiness and joy along with spring, more importantly those powerful god ganesha’s blessings.  We celebrate the lord ganesha’s birthday with all that traditional style and ethnics. Several ganesh-mandaps can be seen all across the city, which is a revelation of huge number of worshippers of god ganesha. Bringing this eternal deity closer to our home, we immerse ourselves in a deeply -divine hobbies for a near eleven days. Next to this, follows the mesmerizing event of ganesh immersion which looks a perfect ending to this wonderful festival followed by a rather different story next day on the pollution caused due the immersion process. However, this story would be long forgotten the very next day, until this time around large goddess durgamata immersions take place, which is a follow up festival that resembles ganesh chavithi. Keeping the damage control activities aside, I want to give out a few fascinating or likely facts how things actually go around with this festival. I stay in the area where it is blessed with congestion, those narrow lanes which often be visualized easily once if you had watched SLUM DOG MILLIONIARE movie. All thanks to the director who lessened my burden for my place description. Often the place always look crammed, must say, everybody is a strong devotee or a strong believer of at least one of the gods or goddesses. I wonder if there are any atheists left over in this world anymore. Now considering everybody’s incredible faith in god, people at my place desperately like installing ganesh mandaps all over. Blocking away one full lane for eleven days, not leaving any narrow space, one that is never considered as a trouble for by passers for eleven days long. Some lanes would be stuffed with too many mandaps in a row, where the devotional music from one mandap interfering with another, resulting out a fusion of acoustic that might still slightly make an aesthetic sense in everyone’s ear drum. Blaring with blend of music and chaotic scenes everywhere, yet the prayers and love for the god stands outside the box, never a sense of impassion could be seen in any of the corners. Filled with love and divinity, people across generously supply huge donations in the name of chandas which are a form of collected donation, others who are less fortune will supply with whatever they have at homes, while some sponsor Prasad for puja others would offer their full-fledged services. Air of unity gets created around every mandap. As the days pass, it gets hard to digest the fact that every mandap has to be dismantled on 11th day every ganesh idol has be moved away and immersed into the tankbund, a lake which Hyderabad is gifted with. And the 11th day is bliss. Crowd looks all nostalgic with chores for the final day ceremony filling their schedule all up. With the band barath being the most joyous moment, every set of genre in drumming must be played and shaken a leg to. With all joy and pompous celebration, we bid farewell to the mighty god of intelligence, saving all the devotion within, saying goodbye to September! 

Monday, September 10, 2012

Rainy dream


When the plain sheet of paper looks upon me and shines brightest,

Pen in hand urges for its use, while I was dreaming something I never planned any further to do,

Then I hear, rain smashing fiercely on the roof!

Noise from roof creating a panicky face on my neighbors’ face, being one among them I settled to observe the fate.

Next to this blaring TV anchors reveals the killings by the deadly weather,

Prayers shivered on the mighty to calm the rainy soul by the spiritual teams,

But rain denied the requests and acted so unkind, leaving many destitute, causing damage mostly to the poor

Frightened beings gave up to the god, believing to the fullest, assuming they deserve to live

Cursed those who lost, victimized, by this unkindly act, but nothing counted as they were crumbs of nature’s act.
Rescued were some from the last breaths, who witnessed death still lucky to live further a span stretch!

That’s when revere set down and I came off from that deadly dream!

Soon I penned it down altogether as a request for peace,

Wishing never ever rain gets angry upon us, like it’s a worthy wish that can save all the souls!




Saturday, September 8, 2012

You never know what I'm really like


You never know what I’m really like!

You never know how deep I think; of the words you used to say!

You never know who I always been thinking of; when I’m lone and broken down!

You never know how high I can fly; to get your sight on every plight!


You never know what I'm really like!

You never know who I love the most; every breath that last till my death!

You never know who I always choose; to walk along to sing a song.

You never know how far go; when you hold, my hand fully bold!


You never know what I'm really like!

You never know where you stay; in my deepest heart that you never see!

You never know how my days would go; when you leave, with a shrinking smile,

You never know what I’m really like, what I really like! 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

My visit to the sports complex



Magical moments come our way mysteriously, teach us something in life. Once a visit to sports complex of my college changed my thoughts and opened doors to new beliefs. My visit to sports complex in college had taught me not just a game of table tennis, but more than what I would have missed out without playing that game. In my college, table tennis was treated like fun sport or only available sport otherwise.  Witnessing a few folks on first day, who were pouring out their skill on every shot, I was startled and envied every bit of talent they displayed. I was fascinated by the accuracy in their shots and deeply fell in love with the game format. Finally, I gripped the bat for the first time, with weak arms and untrained mind. Quiet obviously my foul shots at the beginning didn’t surprise me much, since I was well aware of my lack of skill in the game and didn’t give much attention to it afterwards. Of more such I failed countless shots, where one or two of my good shots occurred were either by chance or by only pure luck, but never through my participation or whatever substance required for a skillful game. Then I thought next coming days I would be picking up slowly with my game style and learn it smoothly soon. Second day however was a replay of first day, in fact, next days after were all same although I was looking for a bit of improvement, progress never appeared even as meager amount. Soon, I understood the difficulties in the game and also my novice level was hard on to stand with sensible players I tried playing with. Very next few days I gave up on thinking about my game style, instead, thinking of improvement in game sounded like a goose chasing idea after a reasonable amount of frustration. But playing gave me full fun and joy.  


My level of skill didn’t matter to me much since I was no ambitious to become a veteran player, nor was I planning then to participate in world class competition. Yet I played on for just pure fun and amusement, and paid a regular visit to the sports complex as though it was one of my customs. Days went by; I was stuck to playing for days long or weeks far. Often, I appeared more in sports complex than in my academic classes. In fact, that’s how 2nd year of my college has been consumed up, with full fun and joy. It had been almost a year now since after that I felt my hands being a bit trained. I had almost learned of how not to make mistakes and wrong hand movements. A slight hint of realization occurred to me, that I actually didn’t feel the way I did on my first day. I was playing rather a different game after a year and half period. This time it wasn’t the sport I found amusing, but seeing me change! That change in my game style. That change in my approach towards the same game I had thought I never would make progress.


But that was a fallacy. I was a bit surprised to see myself playing rather many good shots, so did my friends, who witnessed me playing once in a while. There was a hint of perfection I was seeking everyday by playing a day further and further, which had been oblivious from the day one however. Coming to present, today I account myself as a decent player if it doesn’t sound much too conceited. Nonetheless, whether people account me as a good player or not, that difficulty I felt on first day is still fresh in my mind. Considering that day, I involuntarily made a good deal of progress as the days passed by. I crossed the bar of difficulty I felt first day. Finally I made progress. This created a new belief. Now you might wonder what miracle had happened so far. What point did I make to make an article worth reading? You might as well find me silly and trying to make a big deal out of such an ordinary occasion. To be honest I was only trying to introduce who my opponent was all this along in my journey. Perhaps you would have wondered who I had been accompanied with for so long while playing. Which person would have teamed up with me for a near 2 years long period almost regularly? There in fact, lies just one person behind this entire occurrence, one person who stood along with me, one person I had been watching change. Yes, it is me! I had no strong opponent but myself, who taught me how to play. It’s that opponent inside of me who I always tried to out win. That’s how the change has occurred and persisted. Up till, neither was I talking about my progress in table tennis nor was I talking about my personal experience. Glory in watching oneself changing is rather inexplicable and blessing. It gives an overwhelming ecstasy, but at the cost of regular battle with that opponent. In schools, we were taught about legendary figures, but little had we taught how to become one.  We were taught the most complicated courses, but little had we taught of how to learn the courses. But we involuntarily start being regular with them out of fear, out of respect, out of joy or out of intense ambition, whatever the feeling that takes us along. We learn them in the end. Finally emotions are our best teachers. They teach us regularity. Regularity creates the change. Change creates new beliefs in oneself. New beliefs are self assuring emotions that help us to achieve new things we dreamt of. So, watch out your emotions, they sure have something in there to teach you! Perhaps something dream fulfilling; Don’t ever ignore them! They have power to create a miraculous destiny!

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Difference is just in a NOW and a THEN


Friendly and handy were things at once, 

Deadly and risky they looked all at next!


Simple and happy were people appeared at first,

Hard and complicated they turned while I was thinking they 


are at their best


Once taught by rhymes and pieces of lyrics at the school


Next was learning made through pains, by being made into 

fool?

Been cared too far once upon a time



Now ignored and thrown when needed nothing of mine



No wonder what happens next time after soon


Only a difference is in just a now and a then, call it bane or


an elusive boon!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Reservation beast!


Reservation!  A system for which I can’t stop being against for a life long time. It is the worst thing that has crawled up into our system, as a political entity but not just a mere help for the needy. To bank the votes, reservation has been a weapon for many politicians, who just not bothered to think over the shortcomings in future, to top it off, they start hiding faces during the time of protest. Reservation is more or less like a segregation of social class, whether or not they are enough people to see in that perspective and protest against it. I believe today, protest against reservation is not too strong enough because who are benefited are living up silently and who took the blow are ones who raise a voice over it, but majority seems to be the ones who benefited, resulting a weaker protest. Furthermore, if beneficiaries are more, protesters are less, which is what still keeps the reservation system alive. But one must also see the consequences of such benefits. Overlooking it, we are dreading such an outcome of quality that can evaluate only under the segregation but not as a whole. As Indians we all claim we leading a brotherly living with different classes and cultural diversities, but aren’t we all pushing ourselves down in the name of reservation. I wonder if there would be an emerging new class of people who claim to say belonging to unreserved class. I disapprove the reservation system first for the fact it raises a caste dissimilarities, which we always have to be oblivious and forgetful about such barriers. Calling attention to caste dissimilarity is no less than accounting and exaggerating the differences between ourselves. Fact that reservation has been introduced initially based on caste was since some social classes in society were leading a backward life and many were destitute. But things have changed in the mean time, we are so assorted now today that none is poor based on caste anymore, instead, there two left out classes in society. Poor and rich! Reservation further supports rich and deteriorates poor. Rich indulges more and more where as poor endures and strive for the basic necessities. So the reservation based on caste is purely political entity today. In fact, we are well aware that how political parties are cashing away and luring the people for vote, by using the caste as prey. We certainly need leaders of people, but not politicians of caste minded. We need rulers who win the hearts, not votes. System has certain flaws, Reservation based on caste is one of them weather we agree or not today, one day surely we will!