Thursday, September 29, 2011

I BELIEVE



I BELIEVE…(About child sex slavery)

I was found in a gutter,
Cos’ they don’t need no girls,
I was sold and resold
Till I landed in this hell hole.

I die every day, many times
I’ve lost the count
Beaten, bruised and compromised
Times I don’t wanna recount.

The well has dried up
So have my eyes
Cannot tell the difference
Between stone and I.

A faint whisper from the heart
To break free and live my part
I did dare to run away
Fought to keep the wolves at bay.

I live a LIFE now,
Carefree and strong
Believe in yourself
Cos’ you are never wrong.


POETRY HOP


Roy Durram of royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com has offered us a fun challenge of writing a poem with the list of words he has provided. One must use at least three words from the list. Pamela Rossow is the first to take up the challenge.

She says she is sucker for challenges…so am I. It gives me something to think beyond what I would not have otherwise thought.

If you want to participate, here is the list of words to choose from. Link your poem back to Roy.

Card
File
Enter
Input
Setup
Pixels
Thread
Control
Password
Software
Router
Server


Gimme the password to your heart,
Lemme input some feelings there
I am not so outta control
But you have such a setup
That you corrupted my software.
With your pixeled picture in ma’ mind
I’d like to enter your virtual world,
Let’s share our emotional thread
And pray our server serves us well!


Wednesday, September 28, 2011

dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight ~ Week 11



THOSE YEARS……….



Twinkling eyes
Ever ready smile
Looking in wonder
Steps agile.
Eyes well up
At every rebuke
Throwing tantrums
Without provoke.
So innocent
Without a care
Loving everyone
Heart so fair.
Easy to laugh
Easier to please
Imitating mom
Isn’t that me?
Untouched
Unblemished
Childhood cherished!


Monday, September 26, 2011

HINDUISM AND I



I have wanted to write about this for quite sometime now. But, really did not know where to start, how to proceed and how to limit myself? But the thought kept nagging like a toothache. Like a big, ugly pimple on my face, this thought made me conscious and aware of its presence…..threatening to leave an ugly scar, if I did not do something about it.

First, a Disclaimer:

“The opinion expressed here is solely mine and do not intend to hurt the sentiments of anyone.”

Since I started writing, I have made some amazing friends, online. They are from various parts of the world. They are all so talented and also appreciative of others’ talents too. It is the diversity in culture, religion and language amongst other things which fascinates me about their writings….blogs and poems alike.

While discussing a poem of mine, a friend through the Facebook Poetry Society mentioned that – “You have 3000 years of Hindu wisdom to your benefit.” A flash bulb went off in my head!

While talking to people from other countries, invariably sometime during the conversation, the topics of religion, spirituality, meditation, and traditions are raised.

Is this the way we have presented ourselves to the world or is it a misconception on their part or is it both?

I am not an expert who can talk about Hinduism. But, as a lay person, how much do we know about it? Or let me re-phrase this; how many of us understand Hinduism?

“Hinduism may not be called religion in the sense other religions are known. It has no founder. It is much more than a religion. It is a total way of life.”

But, is Hinduism a way of life today? Our roots, customs and traditions define who we are? Yet, how many of us will identify with this?

Right from a young age we are taught to recite Sanskrit shlokas or prayers. For the people who have learnt Sanskrit, it is easy to interpret or understand the essence of that prayer…..but for the rest of us it is as good as learning “Twinkle Twinkle” or “Jack and Jill”…by rote.

Since ages, we have been practicing our religion without either questioning or when we did not get any answers; we were forced to follow ‘our’ traditions….without questions. That is also because even our elders did not know the answers and it was against our custom to question our elders. And, sadly we are continuing this tradition…of making our children follow.

For example, the first thing most of us do after our morning ablutions, is to pray to God. We join and fold our hands in the Namaste position……how many of us know the meaning of Namaste? I was curious so I put this question as my status on FB…”What is the meaning of Namaste?” And I got 3 responses! It is embarrassing when someone asks as simple question as this and we don’t know the answer. It is not necessary to know the answer, but it becomes embarrassing when the other person thinks that we may know.

For anyone who is willing enough to seek, there are answers, irrespective of the religion.  But, if we are not aware of what to seek; someone comes along and acts as a catalyst steering us towards what is to be sought. And that is how we learn. And there is no “one path.”

“A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.” – Khalil Gibran

“Hindu religion does not consist in struggles and attempts to believe in certain doctrine or dogma, but in realizing not in believing, but in being and becoming.” – Swami Vivekananda.

Today we are much more than our religion and customs as the video shows. We have come a long way and we are evolving and becoming more of a global citizen.

On a positive note, by being and becoming a bit more knowledgeable about the religion I was born in, I am able to appreciate all those practices which I considered mundane and sometimes irrelevant.

Namaste.

INCREDIBLE FACTS ABOUT INDIA - A VIDEO

MANY THANKS TO- 

CORINNE RODRIGUES;
ANJALI RAMANNA;
PRATHIMA P.


Sunday, September 25, 2011

dverse~ Poets Pub.....Say It Again, Sam




Who am I?

I am the daughter mama doted
Daddy’s apple of the eye;
I am the sis the brothers bullied
And also their sweetie pie.
I was the teen filled with fun
Enjoying life of abandon;
I am the love of his life
Now cherished as his wife.
I am the mom of my babies;
Who in themselves are life’s beauties.

I am the morning, bright and warm
I am the pond, pristine and calm.
I am the bird, singing a soulful song
I am the dusk, wrapped in colorful sarong.
I am the raindrop which cools the earth
I am the child filled with mirth.
I am the rainbow, colorful in the sky
I am the wings with which I want to fly.
I am the love that encompass the soul
I am the filly protecting her foal.
I am the rolling stone, stubborn and strong
I am the bell, the chime and the gong.
I am the bud blossoming with fragrance
I am the Peahen with poise and elegance.
I am the teardrop falling from the eye
I am the secret you cannot pry.
I am all this and much more
A woman…..complete to the core!






Saturday, September 24, 2011


WHAT’S MY RASHEE? (Zodiac Sign)




Not long ago, Mr. Ophiuchus made his entry into “our” zodiac world and created quite a storm in everyone’s life.

He put us all, and our views about us in turmoil. If he had been there in the constellation, why was he not included in the zodiac chart in the first place? That’s because the Babylonians did not want him there….. So, the guy who made this chart in the first place must have made it for his convenience. It has to be a “HE”….am not elaborating on that.

All this scientific crap (most of which I don’t understand) of Earth being currently in a different spot in relation to sun and its equatorial alignment has changed since 3000 years……..for 30+ years I was led to believe that I was someone only to be told now that I am not what I was or what I am supposed to be? Confused? I was too, until I decided to stay an Aquarian forever.




My friend said – “Janu, you are in denial. Why don’t you accept this truth that you are a Capricorn now?” If I am in denial, I want to be there. I have a few friends and cousins who are Capricorns and they are fabulous. But, stubborn as I am (it’s an Aquarian trait BTW) I love to remain an Aquarian.

The element of an Aquarian is ‘air’ and now-a-days that’s where I am….walking on the air and I have no intention of hitting back to the ground unlike Capricorns who are grounded for life! Pun….. J



The gift of air is flexibility and their ability to experience life through many prisms. They are often excellent communicators, story tellers, interpreters and journalists. They link people together socially (my friends can vouch for that) often have a curiosity that keeps them out and about”…whatever this last phrase means?

I identify with this and embrace my Aquarian sign in totality…..goats and snakes can take a walk.

Source: Google, google images.

BLOG-A-LICIOUS BLOG TOUR 10


PUNCTUALITY IS NECESSARY OR OVERRATED?

Punctuality is a habit….a healthy one. It also speaks about one’s discipline and also how we value our time as well as others’.

When we were kids, we had no option but to reach school on time, else we were made to stand outside the main gate which was quiet embarrassing. More than the fear of being punished, we wanted to spend some fun time with friends which would otherwise not be possible once the classes started. So, developed this habit as a kid.

In a city like Mumbai where heavy traffic is a norm, we have to keep in mind the travelling time while making it to an appointment on time. I always carry a book with me to read….it isn’t surprising that a whole book can be read while travelling from point A to point B here.

Impatient, irritable and fidgety….this is me when someone keeps me waiting. I donno , but I feel they are inefficient ( maybe I will be the same, if I put myself in their place, but from the other side I feel they are inefficient) Even if it is a queue in a bank or a grocery store….I am impatient. Waiting at a Doctor’s is a hell for me. There’s a reason for this. If we, the patients are late for the appointment, then the Doctor has the audacity to cancel our appointment. But it is also his prerogative to keep up the appointments, right?

Being a creature of habit, even at home, I have a self-imposed schedule. Please don’t confuse my habit with OCD (Obsessive-compulsive Disorder); maybe you can say a borderline case of OCD! I just cannot afford to be behind my schedule….if I do for any reason, then I switch myself into a fast-forward mode and start completing the chores in frenzy. That leads to some disasters like spilling something in the kitchen, or drop something, bang doors or shelves…..and cursing myself.

Actually finishing my chores on time, leaves me more time to concentrate on other things….mainly my writing. With things-to-do piled up, drains me off my creative energy…..so I keep time and I am the master of my life, just like clockwork! or so I think :)

“Time and tide waits for no one”…..tick- tock, tick-tock…grab it guys, don’t let it slip away.

Funny video to wrap things up:


Please do visit others who are on this tour......



Wednesday, September 21, 2011

IS LIFE POINTLESS?





ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST……SO, IS LIFE POINTLESS?




Rose is “the” flower I love. Period. Even when they are wilted and dying, I see the beauty in them. Even when the petals are falling off, I don’t have the heart to discard them. Such is the beauty of the flower.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

The same holds true for “Life” too. Life’s beauty is in the eye of the beholder.


The immanent awareness of the end does not stop us from living.


Our dreams, our aspirations, our relationships, our hardships.....
make us the person we are.


"Thou hast power only to act not over the result thereof. Act thou' therefore without prospect of the result and without succumbing to inaction."- Srimad Bhagwat Gita



"Life is too deep for words. So don't try to describe it- just live it."-Unknown



Carpe diem!! and enjoy this roller coaster ride of your "Life"






SUNSHINE




For http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/20/openlinknight-week-10/..........shine on...



Are you angry?
Or don’t you just care?
Playing hide n seek,
Willing me to dare!

Wanna reach up the sky,
And scatter the clouds,
Search through them,
And call you aloud!

Darkness down here,
Flashes of lightening,
And thunder rolling….
Feels like I am drowning.

Let your rays pierce this darkness
Warm this earth with your brightness.

Showers are welcome
After a storm that’s tumultuous
Like after a brief illness
Life feels wondrous!

Your love makes me glow…
Golden rays upon the horizon
And the rainbow below.

The rivers, the trees,
The flower and the bees….
I & nature existing in Harmony,
Make me come alive like a Symphony!

You, a Knight in shining armor,
Power to change my demeanor,
It is me and you, Forever?



Tuesday, September 20, 2011

NAMASTE


YOU TUBE TUESDAY       ……

Ever inspiring Corinee asked me “Are you doing You Tube Tuesday today?” Well, it is not just a question she is asking me, but indirectly pointing it out to me that I should do it….I cannot say no to Corinne.

So, I am meeting the group of “You Tube Tuesday” for the first time and I would like to do it with Indian style.









Originating at Josh Collins http://itstigertime.blogspot.com/  You Tube Tuesday is a day set aside for sharing your favourite video. Feel free to join in. Each month Josh will highlight a selected video and present the You Tube Tuesday "Award". If you participate,please remember to leave your link in the Linky Tool here.



Sunday, September 18, 2011

OF JOURNEYS AND BEGINNIGS









For  http://dversepoets.com/  poetics challenge by Claudia…..chug on….

“I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes and equal distance into the world within.” – Lillian Smith

As the engine rumbles
Off the station
So does the guts
In anticipation of
Exploits unknown.
The ambrosial blur
Linguistic slur
Of friendship forged
Bonds built
And aborted.
Of new dawn
Novel beginnings
Unknown beyond
And the….
Adventure begins.

Friday, September 16, 2011


BOYS WILL BE BOYS…..A SHORT STORY.

Main Characters – Nidhi, my daughter….15 years.
                               Nishanth, my son….12 years.
                               The receptionist at their school.

THE STORY…….

Nidhi was supposed to get dropped at her tuition classes and send the car to pick up Nishu from school who was there for basketball practice session.

She was late.

Nishu, asks the receptionist to call Nidhi.

She calls and asks- “Is it Nishanth Raj? Oh! Sorry, is this his sister?”

Nidhi, in her class, does not hear properly and disconnects the phone saying it is the wrong number.

She realizes her mistake, calls back, talks to her brother…..all is well.


This incident is being related to mamma at bedtime. And….

Nidhi – “Was the receptionist from the morning shift or the afternoon shift?”

Nishu - “I don’t know.”

Nidhi – “Was she short?”

Nishu – “I don’t know.”

Nidhi – “Short and curly hair?”

Nishu – “I don’t know.”

Nidhi – “Applies dark coloured lipstick?”

Nishu – “I don’t know.”

Nidhi – “The one whose duppatta  ( a long scarf that a wears around her head or shoulders….typical Indian attire) is always falling off her shoulders?

Nishu – “ Arre, I don’t know na. I don’t even know there are two receptionists. Who cares anyway? They all look the same to me.”

Tsk, tsk…..the saga continues…..


Thursday, September 15, 2011

WALKING IN THE AIR.



“Have faith in yourself. You are a good writer” – a poet and an artist friend of mine said this to me. Faith? I have. Me, a good writer? This is yet to sink in. But, thanks for the vote of confidence friend.

When I started off as a blog writer a few months back, I suffered from a block after writing a couple of them. The first blog was ‘ok’ to read and the second one was like a high school essay!! Will I be able to write at all? This was my question to myself. Then, I saw the first ‘follower’ of my blog (yes, someone out there was encouraging me.) I waltzed and did cartwheels all over my living room. Seriously, I cannot do both. I was so giddy with happiness that I was knocking things all over the place. J

Yesterday I submitted 2 paragraphs of my part of the story for BlogNostics –’30 day compilation’ and it was published today. After a few hours, Jessica Brant, one of the admins of BN messaged me –“Just wanted to let you know that your part of the story has received over 245 StumbleUpon Views…..Way to go Diva……….I am proud of you, you should be walking on air.” Believe me, I am walking on air. Thanks for the opportunity the various blog groups and sites are providing for writers like us.

A friend once said to me –“If I have to put it in your blogging language it is time to leave the nest and adorn your new literary wings and fly into the new horizon. I would not say all the best because I am sure you will do very well.’ How I value these words!!

Last few days have been amazing. There are more than 50 people following my blog. It is a bit overwhelming too….a huge responsibility. I was added to a couple of poetry groups on FB without being asked to, feels great to be accepted. I was also added to a ‘secret’ blog group and boy, do I feel honoured? Actually, I am humbled by this acceptance because I consider this group as an ‘elite’ group of bloggers. They are seasoned, have been here for a while and have hundreds of fan following. I am the baby of the group. It is like a one big family. Actually, I also feel like a character in one of the Dan Brown’s novel – A member of the secret and mysterious group. The only secret we share is our work and we also have fun.
So, guys this is an ample enough reason for me to feel giddy, heady, and tipsy and knock things all over my place again…..till the feeling lasts.

Thanks and hugs to all those who have been a part of this journey so far.








Tuesday, September 13, 2011

ENLIGHTENMENT

For the http://dversepoets.com/ ....poets pub. Enjoy!




The sleeping serpent
Lays coiled, dormant
On the red earth,
Self-preserving.
Not for long……..
She lifts her head
Fluidly, gracefully
Wades through the
Orange aqua
Rests on the plexus
Burning with Desire
Of higher consciousness….
Centering herself,
She leaps in air,
Over the green pastures
Towards the Blue sound
Shuddering with
Heightened self-expression
Out off the dark towards
Light, guided by intuition
Until she breaks free
Of all thoughts.    
The Vibgyor mergers
Into White of Enlightenment
As she rests peacefully on the
Thousand petaled Lotus.  

(This is about kudalini energy, the awakening of the seven chakras towards enlightenment.)

TATHASTU



He gave you life,
A heart and mind
To keep the score
And soar….
Do not confine
Or let fear ground you
Just ask and
Answer he will….
Tathastu.

Shut the seeing eyes
Third eye is the beacon,
The green luminous centre
Steers your way
Do not close
Negate the negative
Just open your arms
And give he will….
Tathastu.

“Ask and it will be given to you;
Seek and you will find;
Knock and the door will be opened to you.”
-Mathew 7:7



Sunday, September 11, 2011

'GANAPATI BAPPA MORIYA PUDHCHYA VARSHI LAVKAR YAA'

Ten days of festivities and celebrations culminates today. A true sight to behold as all roads lead to the sea. Rains, strong breeze and people oblivious to these, seen dancing bidding adieu to the elephant god.

























                                          "Saat bangla ka Raja" on his final journey.....





                                                      Revellers

                                                                     













Band- bhaja



                                                       The final Aarthi



The streets are lined with stalls at regular intervals offering refreshments to all, for free.

The air is electrifying and devotion at its pinnacle........Until next year.