Wednesday, November 12, 2008

My First Poetry


Time is a measure of Frailty....


I run my own Race.
Its not the race of Length or Time...



It stands for my passion
that fuels every move i make.


It signifies focused diversity
and my quest to evolve better


I admire the race without desiring.
I enjoy the means than the end.


Neither Success nor Failure should go into my head.
In fact i am detached with the Result.



I am simple and elementary.
And yet i am happy with Me.



I know of but one Freedom
and that is the Freedom of Mind.


I dont have pat Answers.
I have no magical solutions.
All i have is Questions.



Then i faced some naked tough-truths
with a pinch of Wisdom.




I wish i was a little kid again.
Skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts



Am i lacking words to complete this poetry?
I know that this is not exactly poetical.


But still i am ending this as a poet.
Because this is my first poetry.

Is GOD, in your hearts, listening ???


When was the last time you had a visit to a temple with bunch of resumes(Wishes and Desires) of Life ?....very recently?....Yeah, obviously and desperately, as our jobs/careers/futures are at the mercy and clemency of corporate Gods. Generally our religious temples are filled with "social resumes"(rituals) consisting of our personal desires like money, fame, jobs, promotions, health, success, solutions etc...... Its a healthy practice too as we will get some psychological backup that at least someone is taking and reading our glitzy, pompous, pontifical, grandiloquent resumes and soon they will be granted and fulfilled by the so called credible-supernatural-occult-powerful GOD. This established procedure of "belief" has been widely practised, routinely, since ages . Many of us call it spirituality . Some may even term it as Morality and Ethics. I call it a stereotyped religious custom. Whoever calls it in whatever manner,it doesn't matter as it is a personal and an emotional perception and moreover it doesn't hurt anyone too.But my Question is why do you need to bribe your trustworthy,authentic and responsible God in the name of Devotion? Does God really need praises and complements in the form of Mantras and slokas to appease him? Is GOD really desperate for milk baths u pour,golden jewellery and rathas u donate, beautiful garlands you present,animals you sacrifice and money shares u offer?. Does GOD solve all our issues/problems only if we treat Him with magniloquent-portentous-stunning rituals and ostentatious ceremonies ? Aren't you humanising GOD by doing so? Yes, of course, its a quite common tendency of human beings to pour favours for anyone who helps us out in our tribulations. But don't we have a better way to show our gratitude towards GOD in whom we trust immensely ??

These questions, which made my
evolution process( as an agnostic) much faster, became more intense and acute when i came across an incident, happened with me in the holy pilgrimage of Srisailam in 2006 .On that auspicious day i had participated in abhishekam pooja along with my parents. After performing the pooja, as we stepped outside the temple premises , we were smothered by a pack of beggars for alms. Among them not even a single person deserves to be a beggar. They were stout and sturdy, in fact healthy. They can easily earn for themselves. I saw many of other devotees donating coins to them(Compulsion?). We were reluctant and somehow escaped from their clutch. Then i met a handsome(???) guy, in the above picture, who could hardly move as he was physically challenged . He was displaying some God's photos in his hands. As usual, i thought he approached me for alms and i was about to pick some coins from my pocket to donate him. He said humbly and hopefully "Sir,please buy, 10 photos-5 rupees only......". To my surprise and astonishment he wasn't begging at all, in fact, he was selling those photos. I was totally taken aback by his temperament and attitude towards his Life. For the first time my face sported a new expression which cannot be termed. Though he deserves begging , he is trying to feed himself by earning in a decent way. Is it Determination or compulsion?.His perception of Life made me busy in digging for those highly enriched rare adjectives, which i have never used, to describe his "struggle for existence ".He wasn't complaining against life but adapting to his situation in the best possible way. His humble gesture had suggested many positive things regarding attitude and approach towards one's life.He was responding to Life, he was flowing with Life, but with elegance.



I witnessed many queries popping out of my mind since then. What does he pray to God? Isn't it so called powerful God responsible for his in-equal, partial , biased and imperfect Creation? Now please don't say Karma philosophy...... How does your rituals(worth of thousands), mantras, slokas help this guy anyway? Who is a true devotee? Where is GOD ? Is he sitting inside the temple or in the hearts of those devotees who are willing to help such deserved forever life fighters? Isnt it the time to redefine GOD? Is reading slokas without knowing their meaning Spirituality? Isn't it buying two artificial legs for this guy is more spiritual and satisfying than donating gold ornaments for the idol in temple? Does your GOD won't accept this? Why does your social resumes never contain such humanising acts? Does writing and reading this blog impacts him anyway? Isn't this guy handsome? And finally.....
Is GOD, in your hearts, listening ???

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Kumble Dusk





Whatever and whoever rises, has/have to fall, may be its an Universal Law. I strongly believe that though most of the events happen in our life are not in our control but the way we respond to them is. I am crapping this stuff coz one of my two cricket heroes,"KUMBLE" , whom i admire a lot since my childhood, for both his cricketing and personality traits, is now out of the international cricket arena . Anil Kumble is without doubt India's greatest spinner of all time - not only in terms of wickets but also by being a member of the winning team on more occasions than any other bowler in the history of Indian cricket. I could have gone for some adjectival jargon to show off my feelings towards him but the indigestible tough truth, that i can no more see his humble and modest smile whenever his awesome and amazing Googlies kissed the stumps, stops me. He is a true and grace gentleman with sporting attitude. The way he dealt with both success and failure with stoic approach guides me in introspection. I will always remember his killer instinct, the commitment and the dedication he sported when he took Lara wicket in spite of a head injury with a bandage around his head.His passion and thirst for the game is highly commendable. The way he gave himself 100% towards the game and nation shows his spirit as a player. He has reached heights in his career not by defeating his counterparts but by winning on himself day by day.


Though he has crossed many milestones in his career, his down-to-earth attitude is an eye-opener to many who take even a small success to their heads. He had responded to his criticisms by not responding at all,but rather, with his wrist. He has never reacted, but RESPONDED always.The way he recognises and praises his buddy and companion SACHIN proves that only a great person can acknowledge another great person. I strongly feel that a person like KUMBLE deserves a decent farewell with a test match win, but to my disappointment he even didn't get at least a wicket on his last day .May be the only option he has got is to respond.Hmmm.... at the end of the day, Life gives you Events and ur happiness depends on what you are going to do with those Events....Reacting or Responding. He is the real cricket star without stardom and major endorsements.It is difficult to replace this fighter,match-winner, team man and great thinker on and off the field . I wish my hero a perfect non-cricketing life, in his own way, with same approach and attitude. Well done, JUMBO. Keep Responding.




"Extremely, Extremely, Extremely tough"
......Sachin on Kumble