Mera kuch saamaan
chod ke aayaa hoon
us ghar pe
Ek toote hue ainaa
jisse dekh ke kisi ne nahin sharmaaye
Deewar pe lage hue kaajal ki daag
jisse kisi ne galti se nahin lagaaya
Bandh hui kidki
jiske paas kuch vaade nahin kiya
Kaagaz pe likha hua ek naam
jisse kisi ne aaj tak nahin chuna
Anar ki ek phal
jiski gulaab jaisi kisi ki chehra nahin tha
Dho simit the hue aankhen
jis mein kabhi bhi aason nahin nikhla
Thadapke kuch aahatein
jis ko kisi ne dhyaan se nahin suna
Na dil ko choda,
Na pyaar, na gham,
Bas,
meraa kuch saamaan
Wednesday, September 6, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
To the most beautiful pair of eyes in the world
Frightened black bucks run
fearing the cruelly bent bows
though they aim away.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
A Poem. A Picture.
Spring begets flowers.
Cold winter gives them coffins.
Tree always stands there.
Children bring their pain.
Father smiles in silent bliss.
The Mother is born.
Birds fly in the sky
The temple stands on firm earth
Where lies our freedom?
Monday, June 26, 2006
Goa + Kodagu Installment I
Yes, that's where I've been hiding the past few days. :-D And obviously, every blogger is expected (or every blogger expects that he/she is expected) to post all the details of his/her vacation. :-)
There are four facets to this trip of mine and hence four installments to this series of posts. They'll be presented in decreasing order of mundanity (No, the word mundanity does not exist). So on with the post.
A resort is a hotel located in a resort area. I wonder if a resort area is an area with a resort hotel. One of those deep philosphical questions that can lead to Nirvana. The simpler way to Nirvana however is the
Swimming Pool
Be it a hot and humid sun or a mild caressing drizzle, there is nothing to match the feeling of soaking up in a pool of cold water. The swimming pool can at the same time provide both relaxation and gambol. The gambol comes from having a family that doesn't mind getting dunked and returns the favour with equal enthusiasm. Try getting into the pool with a mild drizzle immediately after you've been treated to a sensual
Massage
The massage to me was a slightly embarassing pleasure. I was reduced to a neanderthal state right at the start of the proceedings, in terms of attire that is. The thing that strikes you most in a massage is the masseur's hand (Sigh, how I wish I could put masseuse's hand! ;-) ). All in all a pleasant experience, but give me a plain old oil bath at home any day. Might have felt good if it had followed the
Steam Bath
For the first time in my life I was able to empathize with Idlis and Kozhukattais. But then my pain was more pronounced as I'm not as rotund as an Idli (or Kozhukattai). Perhaps I can add this to my exploits under the title 'Sixty Steamy Seconds'. Sounds like a B-Grade movie title. However this was much better than the
Sauna
I don't know why I entered into this contraption. I don't know why I'm writing anything about this at all. I should be better off writing about
Table Tennis
I wonder sometimes if I don't get enough of this in office. The animal inside you shows up often when you go for the totally unsolicted smash and end up hitting the ball right into the net. I never learn. Right now I don't know which is more boring - me going through all this in the trip or me writing about it. Well, one thing I do know is I better shut up now and put some serious effort when I write
Goa + Kodagu Installment II, Coming very soon
There are four facets to this trip of mine and hence four installments to this series of posts. They'll be presented in decreasing order of mundanity (No, the word mundanity does not exist). So on with the post.
A resort is a hotel located in a resort area. I wonder if a resort area is an area with a resort hotel. One of those deep philosphical questions that can lead to Nirvana. The simpler way to Nirvana however is the
Swimming Pool
Be it a hot and humid sun or a mild caressing drizzle, there is nothing to match the feeling of soaking up in a pool of cold water. The swimming pool can at the same time provide both relaxation and gambol. The gambol comes from having a family that doesn't mind getting dunked and returns the favour with equal enthusiasm. Try getting into the pool with a mild drizzle immediately after you've been treated to a sensual
Massage
The massage to me was a slightly embarassing pleasure. I was reduced to a neanderthal state right at the start of the proceedings, in terms of attire that is. The thing that strikes you most in a massage is the masseur's hand (Sigh, how I wish I could put masseuse's hand! ;-) ). All in all a pleasant experience, but give me a plain old oil bath at home any day. Might have felt good if it had followed the
Steam Bath
For the first time in my life I was able to empathize with Idlis and Kozhukattais. But then my pain was more pronounced as I'm not as rotund as an Idli (or Kozhukattai). Perhaps I can add this to my exploits under the title 'Sixty Steamy Seconds'. Sounds like a B-Grade movie title. However this was much better than the
Sauna
I don't know why I entered into this contraption. I don't know why I'm writing anything about this at all. I should be better off writing about
Table Tennis
I wonder sometimes if I don't get enough of this in office. The animal inside you shows up often when you go for the totally unsolicted smash and end up hitting the ball right into the net. I never learn. Right now I don't know which is more boring - me going through all this in the trip or me writing about it. Well, one thing I do know is I better shut up now and put some serious effort when I write
Goa + Kodagu Installment II, Coming very soon
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Cruel Poetry
Sunken eyed beggar
Begs my poet on the road
Then a poem came
P.S. I'm off for a week now. Will be back with updates to make up for the time. In the meantime comments on this poem are welcome.
Begs my poet on the road
Then a poem came
P.S. I'm off for a week now. Will be back with updates to make up for the time. In the meantime comments on this poem are welcome.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
An ant is possibly half an inch long and maybe a tenth of an inch wide, by a wild guess. A normal human foot would be, say a foot long with the footwear, twelve inches that is and about three inches wide. Approximately, the surface area of a human feet should be 1000 times more when compared to that of an ant. And when you think how many humans can attend a concert in an open air auditorium, it is a pretty dismal state for an ant.
And yet, there is this ant, not more than a few centimetres away from my chair that scuttles along with some very obvious purpose known perhaps only to itself. In a given interval of say a minute, at least 10 people walk through that area, each of them coming perilously close to squashing the ant.
And yet the ant scurries. The ant might not know mathematics and probability, but the odds of it getting squashed are very high. But it does not get squashed. Beyond mathematics and physics, the ant (and the world around it) obeys a superior set of laws. The law of purpose.
This ant here has a definite purpose that drives it to scurry from across my chair towards the post. It might be a basic survival urge of hunting for food. It might be that there is an ant doctor living on the other side who has to be fetched for an emergency. It might be that the movement of this ant might cause a disturbance in the atmosphere that might in cascading cause climactic changes. It might be just that the ant has to go pick up its mother-in-law from the other side failing which it'll be eaten by its wife. But there is a designated purpose for this movement, no matter how small. And till that purpose is not completed, the ant shall not be squashed. Even if there were meteors, glaciers, avalanches, SUVs and nuclear explosions running amock all over the place, this tiny ant here shall survive it all. And that survival shall be done in a plainly explicable fashion - no miracles.
Now, if suppose the ant knew for every action of its' this is the rule that governs it - if the action has a definite designated purpose, no matter what obstacles might come, the action shall be completed. Even if the ant by itself gets obiliterated, the action shall be completed in one way or the other. Destruction therefore does not limit the ant in its actions. With this knowledge, would an ant then have fear? Fear of failure/death?
The ant is free with this knowledge. The knowledge that death would not lead to its failure and neither will failure mean death of a purpose. It is clearly aware that there is a Mother, a Sakthi who is behind this universe driving every iota of action in it for Her purpose. It is aware that this Sakthi will never let even a tniy insignificant ant fail in the purpose it has been given. While this Mother is immensely benevolent when guiding the ant to its goal, She is also equally impassive in removing the ant once its purpose is completed. It's in fact not even cold justice on Sakthi's part. In fact nothing could be more merciful because even to an ant, life without a purpose would seem infinitely ardurous.
If such be the case with an ant, then so be it with everything in the universe - the Sun, the Moon, the rivers, the fields, the crows, the pigs, the tigers, men, women, children, knowledge, love, hunger, pain... everything, living, non-living, abstract, concrete obeys this single law. They exist for a purpose and they shall do so till that purpose is served. Their existence till the purpose is served cannot be affected by any means, however perilous their life might seem.
How different am I from this ant? I too scurry along hunting for food, protect my loved ones, procreate, have my pain and joy and then one day be squashed. How many vehicles come close to running me over on the road? How many bombs/shootings happen in very close proximity to me? In the air that I breathe, in the water that I drink and food I eat, how many fatal diseases almost enter me? In the given 24 hours of a day, how many possible ways are there to end my life without my even trying to do so? How many children are born dead? How many children never see the spring of youth?
I have seen much more in this world in a day than possibly many will see in a lifetime. From some perspective, perhaps, it makes no sense for Sakthi to continue this existence of mine. A loose nut in the bike that I drive, a loose electric cable in my path, an open gas regulator in my house - it is really easy. And yet, I do not die. Because there is a purpose to this life which has not yet been completed.
The ant might not be aware of its purpose. But it scurries on, in what might appear as a mechanical fashion. So too shall I scurry on with this life of mine. The entails of my actions, the purpose of this life might never be revealed to me. But that is not of consequence. A goal exists and the goal shall be achieved by what I do in this life. The goal is true, the path that leads to the goal is equally true, though the exact nature of the goal and the path can perhaps never be understood or described.
Life in effect would be a charted journey. A happy adventure through blossoms of spring and the winds of winter. An adventure just like those that come in children's stories, where the children always end up happily ever after. Death in effect would be a joyous end. A moment of repose in Her embrace after having completed the task. And yes, children, be it in stories or in life always live happily ever after.
That is because they do not know of death in the sense we adults know it. To them it is perhaps father not coming home from office for a long time, pAtti's chair being empty for a long time, Lakshmi no longer running with the cowhand chasing her. It simply means to them something that had been happening for quite sometime now is not happening anymore. It might be because father's office got shifted to the skies, pAtti has gone to have a private interview with her Krishna, Lakshmi has found a better store of hay and milk in some paradise. It is because, something better has happened to someone, because they finished their game and are now playing a better one in a better field.
This then shall be the mantram, the truth, the Holy Word. That we shall live as long as we desire, as long as our purpose is incomplete. That we shall achieve this purpose in spite fo how much we are deterred because our Mother, parAsakthi is abundant in love. That our actions, our immediate need might change by Her will because it does not take us close to our desire, our purpose. That She and She alone shall guide and carry us through Her love. That our servitude and allegiance is only with Her will. That She is the path and the goal laid out as truth. And this above all, that we shall move on once our goal is achieved.
And yet, there is this ant, not more than a few centimetres away from my chair that scuttles along with some very obvious purpose known perhaps only to itself. In a given interval of say a minute, at least 10 people walk through that area, each of them coming perilously close to squashing the ant.
And yet the ant scurries. The ant might not know mathematics and probability, but the odds of it getting squashed are very high. But it does not get squashed. Beyond mathematics and physics, the ant (and the world around it) obeys a superior set of laws. The law of purpose.
This ant here has a definite purpose that drives it to scurry from across my chair towards the post. It might be a basic survival urge of hunting for food. It might be that there is an ant doctor living on the other side who has to be fetched for an emergency. It might be that the movement of this ant might cause a disturbance in the atmosphere that might in cascading cause climactic changes. It might be just that the ant has to go pick up its mother-in-law from the other side failing which it'll be eaten by its wife. But there is a designated purpose for this movement, no matter how small. And till that purpose is not completed, the ant shall not be squashed. Even if there were meteors, glaciers, avalanches, SUVs and nuclear explosions running amock all over the place, this tiny ant here shall survive it all. And that survival shall be done in a plainly explicable fashion - no miracles.
Now, if suppose the ant knew for every action of its' this is the rule that governs it - if the action has a definite designated purpose, no matter what obstacles might come, the action shall be completed. Even if the ant by itself gets obiliterated, the action shall be completed in one way or the other. Destruction therefore does not limit the ant in its actions. With this knowledge, would an ant then have fear? Fear of failure/death?
The ant is free with this knowledge. The knowledge that death would not lead to its failure and neither will failure mean death of a purpose. It is clearly aware that there is a Mother, a Sakthi who is behind this universe driving every iota of action in it for Her purpose. It is aware that this Sakthi will never let even a tniy insignificant ant fail in the purpose it has been given. While this Mother is immensely benevolent when guiding the ant to its goal, She is also equally impassive in removing the ant once its purpose is completed. It's in fact not even cold justice on Sakthi's part. In fact nothing could be more merciful because even to an ant, life without a purpose would seem infinitely ardurous.
If such be the case with an ant, then so be it with everything in the universe - the Sun, the Moon, the rivers, the fields, the crows, the pigs, the tigers, men, women, children, knowledge, love, hunger, pain... everything, living, non-living, abstract, concrete obeys this single law. They exist for a purpose and they shall do so till that purpose is served. Their existence till the purpose is served cannot be affected by any means, however perilous their life might seem.
How different am I from this ant? I too scurry along hunting for food, protect my loved ones, procreate, have my pain and joy and then one day be squashed. How many vehicles come close to running me over on the road? How many bombs/shootings happen in very close proximity to me? In the air that I breathe, in the water that I drink and food I eat, how many fatal diseases almost enter me? In the given 24 hours of a day, how many possible ways are there to end my life without my even trying to do so? How many children are born dead? How many children never see the spring of youth?
I have seen much more in this world in a day than possibly many will see in a lifetime. From some perspective, perhaps, it makes no sense for Sakthi to continue this existence of mine. A loose nut in the bike that I drive, a loose electric cable in my path, an open gas regulator in my house - it is really easy. And yet, I do not die. Because there is a purpose to this life which has not yet been completed.
The ant might not be aware of its purpose. But it scurries on, in what might appear as a mechanical fashion. So too shall I scurry on with this life of mine. The entails of my actions, the purpose of this life might never be revealed to me. But that is not of consequence. A goal exists and the goal shall be achieved by what I do in this life. The goal is true, the path that leads to the goal is equally true, though the exact nature of the goal and the path can perhaps never be understood or described.
Life in effect would be a charted journey. A happy adventure through blossoms of spring and the winds of winter. An adventure just like those that come in children's stories, where the children always end up happily ever after. Death in effect would be a joyous end. A moment of repose in Her embrace after having completed the task. And yes, children, be it in stories or in life always live happily ever after.
That is because they do not know of death in the sense we adults know it. To them it is perhaps father not coming home from office for a long time, pAtti's chair being empty for a long time, Lakshmi no longer running with the cowhand chasing her. It simply means to them something that had been happening for quite sometime now is not happening anymore. It might be because father's office got shifted to the skies, pAtti has gone to have a private interview with her Krishna, Lakshmi has found a better store of hay and milk in some paradise. It is because, something better has happened to someone, because they finished their game and are now playing a better one in a better field.
This then shall be the mantram, the truth, the Holy Word. That we shall live as long as we desire, as long as our purpose is incomplete. That we shall achieve this purpose in spite fo how much we are deterred because our Mother, parAsakthi is abundant in love. That our actions, our immediate need might change by Her will because it does not take us close to our desire, our purpose. That She and She alone shall guide and carry us through Her love. That our servitude and allegiance is only with Her will. That She is the path and the goal laid out as truth. And this above all, that we shall move on once our goal is achieved.
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