SHE

From the incomplete identity of Lord Shiva in the absence of Sati  (‘Aardhnareeshwar’)  to the epitome of destruction, Goddess Kali. Our mythology has played a fair game to achieve and remind us of the dignity of the physically weaker gender (females). She had been  given a special treatment to compensate for the unbalanced roles in the society in order to make the common man respect her not on the rational basis or on the humanitarian grounds , simply for her existence (which undoubtedly is a 

great thought) which  carries a lot of super ultra-powers in special cases , not in general.

But the theory seems to lose its shine now a day.  In the masculine world, a reason   is the primary requirement to make any man value anything. To expect a man to treat you like any other human   is a lame philosophy unless you give them strong   reasons  which compel  them  to shed the feeling that a woman is a vulnerable commodity.

A girl’s status in society is primarily decided   (as I understand) by the freedom a father gives to his daughter. This freedom defines the boundations with which a man’s eyes  and  mind explore her body. The public expression of a man’s domination is not as much a factor for her low dignity  as  the denial of her fundamental rights which bars her to enjoy herself and more importantly LIVE  herself and here starts the advocacy of the special treatments  for her to which I strongly object as it isolates females  more and present them  in all the more vulnerable state.  Any special laws or privileges by negating the basic rights   are not sufficient to move towards the concept of an equal world. However, times are changing  , the moderate pace movement from the blind worshiping of the man to the pragmatic questioning by feminists is stirring the world to what most of us envisage.

To make females (especially those belonging to rural and semi-rural areas) more aware of their rights and  strengths , the government of India should make it mandatory for girls to work outside and live on their own for atleast two years. (and two years of baby-sitting for boys if possible  ;-) ) These two years , I believe will prepare them for the rest of their lives.

Stallions

They ran, ran faster than the wind

Bragging the dust, beating the heat

They sought the vengeance

For the owner of their breed

Sweating the valley

Bridging the canals

They flew like the singing lake

Crushing the fields

mashing the flora

They reached to the enemy

Encircled the killer

Dozen eyes beamed into the two

He shattered with fear

Screamings of his heinous act

Whispered in his ears

They came forward

A giant bubble of blood

Coloured the valley red

They gathered again

Swept the blood into the air

They ran, ran faster than the wind

Rainshower

This night gazing at me as

It desires to get lighter

Still lightening with the smiling moon

 and  desiring to throw a rainshower.

Hiding behind the curls sparkling

Its shyness like a new bride.

Throwing a faint light in his ambit

And describing its beautiful power.

Twinkling stars together

Competing against the moon

Living in the myth of making

the sky brighter than the moon.

But everyone sweating in the sky

Hoping to bath in the rainshower

Came together to win the cloud’s power.

back to you...

Dedicated to my best friend Tanya Gupta.....

My ways revolved around you

Kept you blinking in me

When extremes of life touched me

You were always there to hug me

When it all started new

I remembered you every bit

You initiated the cause

I passed quietly but shouted a lot

Seasons came and gone

Suddenly, the world got a makeover

Only your soul was consistent 

Only your smile , only your smile....

Time took you far, very far

I looked suspiciously at you

Coz you ignored our old acts

But time threw me by your side once again

Tides were big enough to drown me

You faced, not me and shielded me

I gazed at you but never said

Whichever way I choose

It may not interest you

Whatever I feel, you may not sense

But in the end , all my ways

lead me back to you…..

gloomy soul

Shut the gates of your soul

Show me your rusted holes

Sterile your empathy to me

And blink your lying eyes

Your darker shade is my sun

Your lies are my truth

Hold your breath, take a break

And let me colour my gloomy soul

Deceiving your presence in me

Dooming your dreams

Blacking my desires in the moonlight

To colour my gloomy soul

Hammering your criminal words

Tearing your noisy side

All set to kill your rise

To colour my gloomy soul

Dissolving my conscience in your curse

Writing your end with my sword

Squeezing your life to hell

To colour my gloomy soul

A tribute

This post is dedicated to my teacher who never taught me (formally) but the most important learning and lesson in my life has come from him. For me, he is the eternal truth and ultimate conclusion.

There are two kinds of teachers in this world. One: They come to the class, teach their subjects well and leave on time. Two: Their life is itself a subject, their each venture is a chapter to understand and their each struggle is a lesson to be learned.

                                                     "Guru Gobind dou khade ,kake lago paaye

                                                     balihaari Guru aapne Gobind diyo bataye"

Right from the 6th std. , most of us have read and heard this doha a thousand times till now but how many times have we visualised ourselves doing so. In my case , not even once till 2013.

 You would never understand the meaning of a teacher unless you have encountered the person who completely fits in this Utopian seemingly vision. And then, you don't designate him as Sir/Ma'am. the word Guru comes into play, almost effortlessly. Life is followed by a big question mark before his arrival and when he does, for the first time you listen to someone, tries to understand , imbibe and search that "purpose" which was missing till now.

You will see compassion in his eyes, understanding in his body language, solution in his words and a vision in his sight which he is trying to transfer in your senses. We spent more time discussing with him our queries about  life than academics. 

Since I am fortunate to have met a few of those Gurus. I would go a little further on Kabir Dasji's take. Among my PARENTS, God and Teacher. I will choose my Teacher.

When VishnuGupta (Chanakya) emphasises on the need to look for the spiritual knowledge in a person before accepting him as your Guru....the idea seems outdated but it makes a perfect sense if we observe their job carefully.

We begin....We travel....We accept.....We face....We reach (to our goal)

Its WE who has to ultimately cover that distance and acknowledge that phase in life. The teacher will only guide us through self discovery.(This part played by our Guru is so significant that I wish to shift some of the years from my age to his so that he can guide more generations to come). And this concept of self discovery is directly related to spiritualism.

A teacher is the most important asset of a nation. This fraternity can either break or make the future of a country.

                                                       

                                                      HE IS THE ETERNAL TRUTH

                                                 HE IS THE ULTIMATE CONCLUSION

My take

The following anecdote happened about seven months ago. It was not a big or a highlighted incident in its nature but it is an important one in my life. I believe  there comes a time ,a moment in everyone's life which somewhere shatters your moral or human foundations and the whole scene gets repeated before your eyes to scratch the guilt and you badly wish to alter or manipulate the past a bit not because you think it should have been RIGHT  that way but because you want to get rid of that unnecessary tension and exhaustion. And in some cases it ignites a revolution of change.

Once while my class was going on, two boys( both belonged to my class) and a girl (she belonged to some other course) entered the class half an hour late. An immediate alcohol smell shifted everyone's attention from the blackboard towards them. It was not as if no one has ever consumed alcohol before but the guts definitely mattered. Here, I will not talk about what they did was right or wrong, they better know it. My teacher allowed them the entry. All the three adjusted themselves at the last seat. The girl sat between them with a novel in hand.
I do not exactly know whether the teacher in class did not smell anything or was it this way  like for most temporary teachers.
"lets concentrate on the job yaar, i am on ad hoc. leave it."
They laughed aloud, cracked filthy jokes, made evil faces etc. I did not like the things were going on. I should have stood up and protested against their irresponsible behaviour. But I DID NOT  because at that time I preferred to look at the blackboard than the falling prestige of my college. This was the first mistake of my life. I did not stand up to save the dignity of my college, the same college on whose achievements I feel proud.
 What is the use of this education I receive in this college if I could not stand up to save the dignity and decorum of the same institution.
Does education mean only revolving around books, memorising theories, understanding concepts and finally writing them in exam to get a piece of paper called as Degree. All our life we are told not to do this and that but no one tells us what is RIGHT and what is WRONG.
I do not hold any one of us responsible for the mistakes we do in our social life. I held the education  Minister of this country responsible for our degrading characters. Why don't we emphasise on life skills and character building??
If your character is blemished once, all your life people look at you with the new identity which sets during your bad times no matter what great deeds you did for the last 50 years. Character gone, Dignity gone. That's how it works in the society.
I think it is good that we do not have the medium to go back in past and rectify our actions otherwise we would have completely forsook the habit of learning from our mistakes.

We can not rectify our PAST but we can surely base our FUTURE on certain  principles and beliefs.