Topple and rumble, spine o mine
Dust and filth, eyes o mine
Rattle and honk, ears o mine
Wobble like a drunkard
Body o mine
Monday, January 25, 2010
Life
Corpse in flowers, aboard a truck,
Drums blazing and crackers resonate
Death and mirth, holding hands.
- Saw a truck loaded with flowers and men surrounding a corpse. The entire Indranagar(100ft road) was forced to witness this huge celebration.
Drums blazing and crackers resonate
Death and mirth, holding hands.
- Saw a truck loaded with flowers and men surrounding a corpse. The entire Indranagar(100ft road) was forced to witness this huge celebration.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Respect out of fear
A veteran actor passes away in Bangalore and the city wakes up, on a cold winter morning, with the chilling memories of loot and arson of another actor 3 years ago. As one passes the streets one can see pictures of the actor on windowpanes of cars, rickshaws, infront of temple, factory walls and gates. As our cab entered our office there were pictures with garlands infront of the building. Vortex of fear, hidden under the crest of reverence filled the air
One is forced to think, feeling of respect is superficial and lacks depth of all the emotions. The respect that we carry for our leaders, whether in corporate, political or religion, is never out of a deep feeling of love. It is always about the power that translates to the pain he/she can inflict if one is casual with him/her. Or it is about money which when translated becomes fear of losing ones share. The person with flesh, blood and bone is of little significance unless he masquerades himself with fame, power and riches. A grim countenance replaces the otherwise baby face.
One is forced to think, feeling of respect is superficial and lacks depth of all the emotions. The respect that we carry for our leaders, whether in corporate, political or religion, is never out of a deep feeling of love. It is always about the power that translates to the pain he/she can inflict if one is casual with him/her. Or it is about money which when translated becomes fear of losing ones share. The person with flesh, blood and bone is of little significance unless he masquerades himself with fame, power and riches. A grim countenance replaces the otherwise baby face.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Anushka
To my sweet heart
They say a man with a message of love was born today
Crucified atop a mountain by the world
No one understood his words but few, who felt
The least what the world will give you
Will be the most you ever know
Look around with the same freshness you are seeing now
With the same naive eyes
What you feel is what you really are.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Nocturnal conversation
Snore "Grrr", snort "Phew"
Snore "Grrr", snort "Phew"
Wife and kid
Nocturnal conversation
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Alien sighting
"Glory in the name of God and Country"
Sword in his hand and belief in his head
Alien sighted, prying.
Saw a politician fighting against the division of his country to protect his vested interest. Ideas are sharper than swords, both having an intrinsic nature of division. The idea of God and country made a lot of sense till a year back. It sounds like alien these days. The problems of humanity on the other side of line is not all that different from here.
Sword in his hand and belief in his head
Alien sighted, prying.
Saw a politician fighting against the division of his country to protect his vested interest. Ideas are sharper than swords, both having an intrinsic nature of division. The idea of God and country made a lot of sense till a year back. It sounds like alien these days. The problems of humanity on the other side of line is not all that different from here.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Random!!!
Mans relation to any thing, object or person is his relation to his own ideas
Speculation in market, an act of disturbed mind is what we call progress today
Laws to thwart only helped spring crime in new forms, like a ball bouncing in a different direction from its normal course
"We cant resolve world hunger" The very excuse why man wouldnt act
Take your own time, for there is no such thing
Speculation in market, an act of disturbed mind is what we call progress today
Laws to thwart only helped spring crime in new forms, like a ball bouncing in a different direction from its normal course
"We cant resolve world hunger" The very excuse why man wouldnt act
Take your own time, for there is no such thing
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