Sunday, February 26, 2012
Silent nights with nothing to do
And some sleepless solitude
A voice within wakes up and cries
Ony to ask “Is this for you?”
All we do is say
“Let me sleep, there is all day”
While we forget all battles of life
Are left unfought and therefore lost
For we think they are all
Silent nights with nothing to do
Saturday, February 25, 2012
A disclaimer before we begin, this is no tale of grief but just a left hander's perspective based on a naïve assumption that my fellows are of a similar opinion. The trouble with being a left hander is that there is too much trouble left here and there, every now and then. One can't really blame the right ways of the world, but I have to remind you the weirdness with which we are looked at more than often.
When the talk is about creative skills most of us are considered exceptionally gifted, provided the right half of our brain decides to contribute to it. I till date have not completely understood the association. It is hard to be unamused when we hear “Oh you are a leftie!” and to be stared at as though someone picked us from the museum and dropped us in the middle of a busy street. I get to hear this every alternate day. And on numerous occasions while writing I have been asked to demonstrate the power of my right handedness as well. My right hand though is slow for quite obvious reasons, thank Almighty it never lets me down.
Coming to the matter of concern, if anyone cares to bother about what is so significantly bothering the left handers or the left outs, whatever one may like to call us there are certain things they better know. The handshakes, the shirt buttons, the door handles, the scissors, the writing desks or things not so us are not our major quirks. There are many issues else on the left which need to be considered right in all sense.
Our world is no turvytopsy, it is just that we look at it from a different angle, sane nevertheless. We are not bestowed with left handedness to garner attention, and yes most of us are so by birth. We did not decide to turn into one on a fine sunny morning. The left hand to us is as pious, as fair and as neat as the right. For all the world knows, we can use our right hand much better than how most of the right handers use their left. Legend has it that most of the left handers turn into stars and celebrities, lets not forget that it takes a lot along with left handedness to be a Da Vinci, a Einstein, a Gandhi, a Chaplin, a Obama, a Cruise, a Pitt, a Jolie, a Bachan or a Sachin and fortunately most of us own that too. The list will never stop. We lefthanders are humans, well let’s agree that who are gifted in a way or the other. So says a proud lefty and signs off ;-)
Friday, February 24, 2012
He stands strained,staring down a wide new road
While he wonders what one long walk may unfold
The mad men with their wheels run past the wind
Bringing him a fear of getting beaten and skinned
He looks at the jungles around, his home, his pride
But finds nothing for the hunger that kills his stride
A deer here, or a hare there may bring some good
Luck is but hard, even for this czar for some food
Such are the days and so are the nights of the wild
Surprise it isn’t if the meek and the weak are riled
And he is not a coward by blood, nor any mellowed
With bitterness in heart, with a roar that bellowed
He steps in search for some solace in the next bend
A rover zips and in one blink his story meets the end.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
"The only thing that is really yours is what you can learn.Nobody can take it away from you without also taking your life.And if that happens the rest does not matter"
When we count the things that we consider that belong to us, I bet this idea does not fit anywhere in most of our lists.On the contrary, believe it or not what we learn is the only thing that stays. This is not about stories and poetry, diagrams and maps, calculations and experiments that we read in school or college. How many of us can tell the history dates, blurt the composition of ores, find square roots, solve logarithmic equations, draw an animal cell or recite some poems?:-) Learning is a different thing, most of us hardly do that. Blame it on the system for convenience if not for anything else.
Learning in its truest sense is meant to stay for life long. The sky is just a baby step, not the limit. No matter how old you are, where you are and what you are at the end of the day think of one thing that you have learnt, good or bad. Something that makes you more learned than yesterday. It is never too late. That's what life is all about, about learning. Remember the world is our blackboard, our mind the chalk and we our own VERY dusters. The last is a choice, and that is all that matters.
Let me know what you have learnt today :-)
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
With all the blush and hoopla around this day, somewhere most of us forget to find love in one necessarily important place, ask where? You don't have to think much, stop a while and have a look within. What is that you really love about yourself, are you grateful and happy that you are so, ever gave this a thought?:-)
I am not talking about the selfish or the self centered kind of love, which most of us own more than necessary. Think of your strength, weakness, feelings, likings, desires and dreams. What amongst them drives you to live and pushes you to find love around you? If you aren't finding anything, I guess its time to. Its never too late. Let me know what about you drives you crazy ;-)
There is more to celebrating this kind of love today or tomorrow or any day for that matter. When you love yourself, truly madly and deeply, life becomes more special because the love within is meant to stay. While you wish your near and dear ones today, pray that you love yourself more and more so that they and the others love you more and more ;-)
Wishing a love filled day to you all:-)
"Our first and last love is...self love"
Saturday, February 11, 2012
“There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.”
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-
They were sitting together at the shore for quite sometime. He looked at the sky, while she looked at the sea. There was nothing to say, absolutely nothing.They knew not of what the other was thinking about, but deep down in some little corner of their hearts they wished they did.
The waves and winds rippled in an eerie silence. It was beautiful, perfect. And at that one right moment they turned their gaze towards each other. No tears and no smiles, no questions and no answers, no perceptions and no decisions. One look into the eye, and they knew it was not meant to be.And yet it was perfect, the moment for all the peace that it brought.
More of life unfolds when eyes do the talking. And that is the reason everything falls in place some day or the other.We just have to keep them wide open, sometimes more than our hearts.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Few days ago while we were at our best with some heavenly junk from a pizza outlet a dear friend of mine casually asked me " Now that I have ordered all this on your request will I be considered as your best friend?" Munching all that I could this is what I had to tell him "You are like this garlic bread I desperately like, but definitely not my pizza! " and somehow he knew this was coming ;-)
You will agree if I say, all of us have and have had these kind of friends. Most of them are special for a lot reasons. But somewhere in the whole scheme of things that matter in life, they come close but prefer or are rather forced to keep some distance for reasons even more. We connect and yet there is something left to fill each other's satiety, often we are too laid back or too busy to figure that out. In simple terms we are okay with it. Maybe thats the way it is until we get to gorge on our pizza, meanwhile we manage with the garlic bread. If not for them, trust me our pizza is not going to taste any better :-)