Friday, November 18, 2005

God and the Mango Tree

Its a topic everyone avoids in discussions. When there are fanatics, they often get exceptionally heated up. Still, this, I believe I will let it out.The concept of God always has controversies.

For me, God is like a mango tree. Yes, it gives me lot of sweet mangoes and also those that are wrotten (but not intentionally by the mango tree). It doesnt make sense to stand infront of the mango tree idle and pray for mangoes to be received. Expect no magic. Stop the blunder. Just get into work-clothes. Get yourself clad with mud. Work on it, water it. Yes, then there will be mangoes; again never in the next second.Priests preach of heavens and life after death. But who needs a heaven after death, why not make the world we live itself the heaven. Nobody cares (to put, me also included) what is written in Bible or Quaran or Gita. Yet they preach religion, giving fallacious promises. The words given in these holy books are the essence to make this world the one and only heaven, may it be said by God himself or someone else.
Being an agnostic, I never have any intentions on breaking any one's beliefs or trying to convince those who dont have one. Its just my own "paradox".

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Friday, October 28, 2005

Selling Lies..

Yes. "Truth is stranger than fiction", I accept that. But can it be so strange. This was the feeling I had when I went over one of the local newpapers today morning. When they are busy reporting a hot news, especially a murder case, its these reporters giving such fictitious facts. I am ignorant of the "real truth", yet they are imposing on me arrogant side of a said-to-be-truth. Why do they have to do this? Isn't there a responsibility to report the fact as is, than cashing in a thrash as the strangest fiction. I was even to put this across to the newspaper editor. But then I decided to add this to the other millions of changes I want to make in this world.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Endless Wait

You've been there,
When I was happy.
And you were there,
When I was sad.
Like a raindrop,
Falling over the desert.
Never I knew
The mysteries around you.
Now, how long should I wait,
To catch a glimpse of you.
You, my precious tears,
The gift of my colourful emotions!!

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Helping Hand

“Hush….. Sam”, I heard someone whispering just across the wall. I was on my way back home after a long tedious day at work. It was late night and most of the people had gone to sleep. “Sam…..” someone calling again. So I went over to the source of the sound and saw a dark shadowed outline of a man. He was crouching over to the back of the house. I decided to follow him.
He told me not to make any sound. In the dim moonlight I saw a metallic luster in his hand. I realized that it was a crowbar. He called me over for help. He was trying to open the kitchen door of the house. The door didn’t hold much long under the strength of both our hands. We crept in.
He said “we must get to the room where all the money is kept and fast………before anyone realizes that we’ve broken in”. I said “that’s easy….I can help you out!!” He warned me to keep my voice to a whisper level.
I told him, “Let’s take the stairs in the front room, all the money might be kept upstairs in the bed room.” He gave a note of approval. We climbed the wooden stairs on tip-toe. I was actually leading the way and I didn’t need a light to find the way even in that darkness. The way was like by heart to me.
We slowly approached the bed room. I told him, “The owner’s wife might be sleeping there. So we better be careful”. He didn’t disagree to it. We entered the room and I was right. But she was in a deep sleep that she didn’t hear us.
I slowly approached the table next to the bed. I pulled out the bottom most draw silently. The key to the cupboard was inside it. I handed it over to him. He accepted it and went over to the cupboard. He said, “In the hurry I forgot to bring a bag to carry the loot”. I told him, “it’s not a big problem; I can get you one”. Then I again approached the table and this time I pulled out the first draw. There was a foldable bag inside it. I took it and went over to him. He grabbed it like a robber.
He opened the cupboard with difficulty so as not to make any sound. The cupboard was pretty old and it slightly screeched. Suddenly the lady’s shadow on the bed moved. But luckily she didn’t wake up.
He then pulled out all the money and ornaments he can get and we together crept out of the room. We went down the stairs and moved to the front door this time. I opened it for him and we both rushed out. As we ran out I noticed that someone has turned on the lights in the bed room. So the people in the house must have realized that they have been robbed. So we gave a fast sprint.
I was in the back. So I increased my pace and got to the front. I ran a few distance like that. Then I realized that I was not hearing any foot steps behind me any more. So I stopped under a street light, panting and looked back to my partner. He was not in my back. I thought he may have found his own way of escape. But I was feeling happy as I was able to help someone in this world.
I walked back to the way I came to reach back to my own house. When I reached home I was rather surprised to see that my wife wasn’t asleep and was waiting for my arrival. I knocked on the door and I heard someone running towards it. It was her. She opened the door for me.
Striving to take breath and talk simultaneously, she said “Sam, I’ve a bad news………..We’ve been robbed a few hours back”. I asked her in reply, “I think we lost all the money and even your diamond ring, isn’t it?” She nodded sharply. I relieved her and said, “If we have to live in this world we may even have to make sacrifices!!”

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Beauty of Life

“Obedience” the only word it has known from the beginning. It knew only to take orders from its master, but never gave its own. There was no question of freedom of thought or action. Knowing the eternal truth, that its master will leave it one day, the day it could never perform its master’s orders. Still, I wonder why there was no freedom fight, no heroes and no martyrdom.

Why there are no activists? None to support the oppressed. Is it because none has seen this? I don’t think so. It is eternally prevalent. Yet none dared to question this! This slavery is there with you and me. It has been there from the beginning of life itself. Then why this bias? Why none of our favourite heroes make an appearance here.

Freedom is virtual. It is like asking for something that does not exist, for something that is the axiom of life itself. Let it remain the irony of life. Adding itself to the millions of answerless questions, dilemmas that make life this much beautiful.

Things of Profound Interest

Things and then there are things, and they have been there all the time, so beautiful, so extraordinary, but often overlooked just due to the naïve look.

Things and then there are things, that has never been there, but are there always on the mind, like the emotions of a shadow.

Things, and then there are things, at the back of the mind, like a splinter, waiting to give birth to a flame.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

The Lunatic

He was the best man I knew,
A born diplomat.
A self made man, full of content.
He stayed away from others, isolated,
Like living on an island of colors,
Where thrives only joy,
And no time to be sad.
He was never greedy, never angry,
And never was he tensed.
Always calm and thoughtful...
People never knew him...
Neither did they want to.
So they called him mad..
But he seemed happy at it.
Still they put him in a cell..
A cell made in hell
I never felt the same way...
Never did I call him mad.
Still I was happy putting him in the cell...
The same cell as mine!!!

Mind, Eyes and Tears

Eye is like the earth...
When tears are like the ocean.
There is no moon here...
But just the emotion to cause tides.
There is land...
Of vivid coloured imaginations.
I boarded a ship...
To travel into my mind;
But I didnt see any colours,
Only an eternal darkness.
Was it 'coz of the night time?
Or was my mind blank??

Sensing You

I saw a rainbow,
Playing in your tears.
I saw a shadow,
Lurking behind your wide eyes.
I saw a red rose on your face,
When you grew angry at me.
And the best, was as ever your hand;
When I felt that slap on my face!!

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

In Focus