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Showing posts with label emotion. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 15, 2022

I hope she hears

 I need my phone to make call

There is someone out there

So, I rush down the hall

There is so much I want to share

I hope to get her when she has a slot,

because with her work she is busy a lot


I need my phone, oh! I see it there

Still seated on the sofa, lest I forget

A glimpse of it; I race like a hare

This took too long, I feel regret

She might be busy is one of my fears

But if she is away, I hope she hears


I have my phone, in my hand

unlocking it is not great mystery

I cuddle it like it is a top notch brand

Smile not, for we have some history

No one would have thought such a plot

Because with her work, she is busy alot


Without further ado, I dial her number

the ring does a sound like a snail

The time is high to wake from slumber

I pray she picks up before voicemail

It has been ringing a while, the end nears

If she is away, I hope she hears


Note: This is a generic poem that can hold true for anyone. I have used the word "she" rather than "he/she/they" as it is easier to use a singular term, but there is no singular term to cover men and women that I can think of

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Claustrophobia.... (submitted to spank the carp: https://www.spankthecarp.com/)



This talks about the loss of freedom due to the absence of socializing and being confined within limited space

 

Every day in the morn, there is apathy,
for he knows how the day will go with utmost certainty.
The day starts slow with something to eat,
not looking forward as there is no one to meet.

Then he enters his enclosed mind,
trying to pull himself out from the continuous grind.
Out of his reverie, he is pushed onto the street,
with fear that there will be a lot to repeat.

After some time, he's forced back into his enclosure,
but they consider it all part of a grand procedure.
Next, he gets back to freeing his rattled mind,
but in aloofness does a complex spell bind.

Allowed some time out of the cell, it's useless,
for there is no one to get along with regardless.
Back to the cage, the animal is booted,
fixed in a spot to which he is rooted

Finally, comes the call of darkness, it is night,
time to extinguish whatever remains of the little light


Sunday, October 11, 2009

Seas Of Education

Both are well established systems. One is diverse and multi-cultured, one is not. One is producing more and more top talent whereas the other is adding talent to what already exists there. Wondering what I am talking about? I am just introducing the differences between the American and Indian educational systems.
There have been various things that have been copied from the west and have become part of our daily lives back in India, many of them have been beneficial but many have not been so (of course these opinions differ from person to person).
But, today I am not going to talk about all of the above mentioned points. Only one point is in my agenda and that is about the diversity in education (not people) that exists in the American system which is not much present in our system. From when I remember, there has always been a push right from school that the career for the future is always that of being an engineer or a doctor. So it becomes such that the people who do well in subjects related to these streams will assumingly become good engineers and doctors in the future. But what about those people who struggle in these (above mentioned field related) subjects, they are still expected to become the equivalent engineers and doctors. These compulsions are not exactly unfounded. There are very few worthy institutions that provide good education for other fields, and hence, fewer employers who would employ them. Therefore the employers might go for students who might not necessarily be specialized in that (the company’s) field. This will naturally bring out the standard of work done by that company which acts as a barrier for students who would have thought of pursuing this field. OH! What a vicious circle. Confused? You are not alone.
The solution to this problem would perhaps be for a couple of daring entrepreneurs to set up institution systems with world class teaching for varied fields and in many regions around the country. Naturally if this turns to be a success, this will slowly and steadily spread to other regions. This will clearly open the flood gates for rapid development of our country. The system with such improvements will definitely give lot of choices for students to pick from.
This solution might sound very slow and perhaps implausible, but no solution will change things overnight. Additionally, there are certainly certain top institutions that are there in the country which might already be doing that. But those are very few and perhaps mostly for the privileged. It is time for change and this change will make the vicious circle into a naturally productive one with our country producing not just top engineers and doctors, but also top people from other fields as well.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

tree dreamz

This is my first day at my job. It is something for which I have been waiting all these years ever since my uncle Donald (he is a woodcutter by profession) gave me a toy axe to play with. I had always seen people cutting the wood and found it very fascinating. Since then I had decided to become a woodcutter.
After my first day of work, I decided to spend the night in the forest itself as there were hardly any animals, and if there were, they were friendly. I had just put some food in the pot on top of the fire and then sat on the ground leaning against the log thinking of how nicely the day had gone. It had been a very good day and I had enjoyed getting tired as the day had passed. As I was reminiscing with myself, I must have dozed off to sleep.
Suddenly it had become really dark with the moonlight too not visible. I looked around trying to get my bearings, the pot was there but there was no fire. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness, suddenly I saw some dark outlines in the background. They were there only for a moment and then they disappeared, I was afraid. I called out but there was no answer. Is it possible that there are really things such as ghosts; I hope not? I move towards the spot where I had seen those things, and I see around. Once again I see them; it looks like they want me to follow them. They seem really big, but still my curiosity gets the better of me. I follow them, they start moving faster and hence I begin to run in order to keep up. This seems to be continuing forever and I am getting exhausted. I am sweating a lot and I lift my hand to wipe my brow. When I look again, they have disappeared. I have no idea where I am and have no idea of what to do. My uncle had always told me not to wander too deep into the forest. I feel a gentle breeze behind me and turn around to look; did I see something move? It looks like the tree is moving, it is coming closer and closer, I look around, and ready to run away but all the trees around are converging on me. I lift my axe ready to attack and just swing it to ward off the incoming trees. I suddenly feel a tree hit me on my head from behind, I start swinging blindly and the trees start pushing me and hitting me.
All of a sudden I open my eyes and realize that I am on the ground. Still I feel something pushing me and realize that it is my uncle waking me up from my sleep. He had been wondering how come I had not come back in the evening and had come in search of me. i was really shaken. i gave up woodcutting in order to take care of my father's shop as my father had always been requesting me to do. Still, whenever i look at the forest, i often wonder whether the trees were trying to say something to me.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Laugh Please

It is well known that laughing is the best catalyst for happiness. Here is a small anecdote with this regard. There were two children who were sister and brother. It is up to you to assume some names for them. Now it so happened that the brother was a very mischievous and jovial person while the sister was the more serious kind of person. Perhaps all of you reading this will guess immediately who was more successful in education and if your guess is that the sister (who was the elder among the two) was better in studies then your guess is right. She was not only better but was a consistent topper in her class as well. The brother was the more playful kind who played lot of pranks and many times his parents were summoned for his misdeeds. As one would expect, this put a lot of pressure on her little brother because he was constantly compared to her. This made the parents worried and they began to put lot of pressure on him, curbing all his activities believing that it was required for him to succeed.
His results began to improve and soon he too was topping the class. Meanwhile his sister had gone to another place to complete her further studies. In spite of their differences, she had always enjoyed her brother’s company and his pranks too. When she finally came back, she saw a different person in her brother and she soon realized that he was no longer as happy as he used to be and he did not seem to be enjoying himself as he should be. She decided to straighten things out. She felt the best way to do it was to relive their childhood days. So whenever possible she would spend time with him. This was taking time as he had lost his mirth it seemed. Finally she decides to show him a movie which was a very good comedy in the hope it will make him laugh and then things would improve. The movie was very funny and as expected at a particularly funny part, he began to laugh, but then he suddenly shouted in pain. On finding out she came to know that he felt like he had had damaged something in his neck. so when she becomes very worried, he shouts "FOOLED YOU!".
Some might be wondering what was special about that day, it was April Fools Day. He had begun to feel better earlier itself and he had decided he will play the fool with his sister on that day.

My message is clear- do not forget to enjoy life at all times, and in case you have a friend or relative who is in a similar position to the boy, make sure that things are made better for him before it is too late. It is never too late for anything. Never put too much pressure on a person, just making him understand his responsibility will be what is required. Remember to continue enjoying life as it is. Cheers!