Saturday, October 22, 2011

Pangs of Hunger

Tear down the clouds,
Ignite the sun,
Freeze the moon and
Purge the world.

Enough of
The deaths;
The cries;
And the tribulations.

Paint the moon red
Paint the night red
Paint the sky red
And wash the nations with blood.

Cleanse the world
Of the putrefying humans.
Set fire to them all
For a child died of hunger.



Set them ablaze
In the smouldering pangs of hunger,
And from the ashes,
Let the new order begin.

A world devoid of hunger
A nation united by bonds of blood
And a society lacking prejudice
But filled with pride of who we are.

Inspired from:
தனி ஒரு மனிதனுக்கு உணவில்லை எனில் ஜகத்தினை எரித்திடுவோம்
- மகாகவி பாரதி
If there is no food for a single man, then let's burn the world!!
- Mahaakavi Bhaarathi

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Apologies

Once Maadhavan, a friend of mine (definitely not the film star) called me at around twelve in the midnight and said, “Hey EG how are you da? I am so sorry da. I have many a times acted rude and insensitive to you . Have neglected you and have been indifferent. Am sorry for all of it.” Well…. How do you think should I respond to it? I didn’t know what to do. So I said, “Hey why asking sorry and all. Chill! It’s ok da! No problem! Free... blah blah blah (formality speech)” and ended the call. I don’t know what made him to ask such an apology with self-confessions of his guilty acts. At first, shocked to hear such words, I started rewinding and replaying all the happenings and times when he had done wrong. Once I started reviewing all this, automatically all my wrongdoings and mistakes also followed. So the next day morning, it was my turn to ask an apology to him. The next day I repeated the same dialogue stated by him the previous day followed by the same blah blah blahs…

This apology that I asked acted like some sort of primer which initiated a chain reaction of many apologies that followed for the next few days. I started pondering over my mistakes and intentional insults and bullying that I have done till now and apologised for it. (Now, don’t act as if I am the only one who has done a bad act intentionally! Everyone does so, but the degree may vary! ) So, it was a pretty short list with some ten to fifteen names in it as far as I could remember. To some people to whom I was able to contact in phone, I called them and apologised just as maadhavan did. To some others who loathe me, I apologised through sms (may be that itself is rude! But whateva! It doesn’t seem like that to my conscience and that’s wat matters the most in the end to me) and for overseas contacts and for those with who I’ve lost all contacts, email, fb and gtalk was the means of apologising.



Of all the people I have apologised, they always came from one of the four basic categories.
1. People who were truly innocent and I was the real culprit and all of them forgave me with a warm heart and open hands. Usually their reply was similar to this, “Why bother asking after such a long time. It’s not even necessary. I don’t even remember it properly. Forget it!” or “It’s ok da. I have forgotten those things long back. It happened when we were stupid kids!:) ” I was truly happy after asking an apology to these people and made a note of never to lose them in my life!

2. People with who I’ve started the whole ‘wrong doing’ process and they took on to it after me. They weren’t as gracious as the previous group. Their words went on similar to this,“ Fine… it’s ok! Both of us didn’t know how to act and you acted weird. It’s forgiven. Am glad that finally you found the courage to ask an apology. Good! “My inner voice said, ”OMG! You are talking as if am the only one who is guilty. You are equally guilty, you self-righteous jerk.“ Unable to put this thought into words, I was just able to give polite thanks with all the blah blah formalties. Note made to myself: Keep a fair distance away from them in your life.

3. And then, there are those who have so proudly insulted me in front of others and in return I too have done a fair amount of damage. These people are the last ones who you want to apologize. They are not just self-righteous but also too proud of their actions that they still acted as if I was guilty right from the beginning and at present, I was the erred man and they, the forgiving God! And the worst part is, I can’t point that out to them after asking an apology and bring about another hateful conversation. So I became a wagdoll and nodded to every word they said. My inner voice scolded myself for going so low and talking to such ‘bragging bsratads’ (if you know wat I mean!). Note made: Goodbye... My dear!


The happy part is, most people were too gracious and apologised for their mistakes too and they fell in the first two categories. And I don’t have to talk about the depressing stuff since I have rambled on it throughout the post.

After all this happenings, why did I publicly come out and confess all that has happened??? Well, it’s not my mistake... a friend of mine who knew about my apologising series wanted a detailed explanation of why, how and the outline of what has happened and hence the post!!
Hope some enjoys it while the rest curse me! :P ;)

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A mail to Yodhakaa

Due to the uncontrollable awesomeness of yodhakaa songs i've finally and for the first time sent a mail to a band praising them!! :D





Subject: Pure awesomeness!!

Haven't heard such songs in my lifetime!! Awaiting your next album!!

Especially jataa kataa song is extraordinary! i have no words to describe the magic that comes when your music and the sanskrit verses are mixed together! It is like the perfect mixture. An ambrosia to the listener's ears. It seems to be the panacea which can cure all the ailments for the mind! I really feel fortunate to have heard such a music.

Thank you so much for giving us such a composition!

Your dearest fan,
Venkatesh E.G

Monday, September 19, 2011

FRIEND??


(The poem was written around 3 years back when I had a big fight with my friend and we never spoke for 1.5 months! Posting it again after request from another friend!!)

Words, the music I heard from you,
Look, the most protective cover I had,
Does it had to shine and wane?
Can’t I come out of this bane?

The hatred, which comes without words,
The stare that makes heart stone,
To be in company, yet alone.
To be with mates, yet not you.

Let the sun turn ice cold,
Let the moon turn blood red;
Let seas freeze; mountains crumble;
For my friend turned me away

To walk solemnly through life,
To reach my end without your company.
O! Friend hear forth my words,
“Thou hath lost me.”

Let the sun turn ice cold,
Let the moon turn blood red;
Let seas freeze; mountains crumble;
For my friend turned me away.

I pity you; you angry me;
I loved you; you hate me;
You shall regret and feel ashamed,
But have no remorse for you had me.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Elastic Toy

There I was,
Sitting at the edge of my seat,
Staring at the infinite stars,
And counting every tick of time,
As I wait for the reason of life.

Neither can I trust the sun,
Nor can I doubt the moon,
For the cruel tricks they play,
Makes time an elastic toy.

Pulling a few strained out seconds
To last for ages.
But bringing years of happiness
In a few blessed minutes.



Sickened by love,
I lay alone stranded
For ages and ages,
Awaiting her arrival.

Thrilled by my love,
Time runs ahead of me,
Gobbling up hours of time,
And sparing me a few minutes.

Monday, August 15, 2011

An Introspection



Enough said of the legacies India has given to the world hundreds of years back. After 64 years of being an independent country what have we achieved independently to brag about? Every year when January or August appears, we start chewing the same old corn of what religious leaders have done for the country, how independence was achieved and how finally India emerged as a democratic country.
Why have we never given a little introspection on our country nor have we ever tried to change us or our surroundings a little bit? Let me walk you through a few social and political threats India has been facing from Independence to this date.
India - a country devoid of caste, creed, ethnicity and geographical distinctions?
India widely boasts itself of being a secular country which treats every citizen equally irrespective of caste, creed and sex. How far is this valid? We can’t find a single institution, both Government and Private, which doesn’t have a column of community, caste and language in it. I was under the impression that it is only the Government and politicians who create this divide for their own monetary and vote gains which proved to be wrong a few days back.
A simple difference of opinion on fixing exam dates in my post graduate class resulted in complete pandemonium. Being a class where people from all over the country come together, it is a mixed population where we can find people from Tamilnadu to Kashmir, Rajasthan to West Bengal and from the metropolitan city of Delhi to tiny town of Tenali. Once a quarrel between two parties started, people started taking sides. Ultimately it became South Indians versus North Indians. The ‘Northies’ accused some of their friends for not participating in the bicker as they were south Indians. The same happened in the other group finally creating a split between the class. I have been wondering since then that from where North and South India came in fixing exam dates. When this is the case in a highly reputed Government Institute where every single person is highly intellectual, how can we expect the illiterate and the commoner to have the feeling of national integrity and unity?
The possible solution is to remove columns of caste, creed and community from all applications which I hope would result in removal of the same from the hearts of many Indians in a few years.




The Voter and the Voted:
When India is referred as a democracy, it does naturally imply that people are the supreme authority for who the Government provides service, by who the Government is being formed and from who Government is created. If so, why did we the citizens of India uproot all the social obstacles that India has faced so far? The mistake must lie either in the hands of the voter or the voted. Unfortunately, both the voter and the voted stand guilty.
When the constitution of India was being framed there were hordes of men who were illiterate but still held high moral values (Kamaraj, AnnaDurai etc.). The constitution could not deny such esteemed leaders their right of participating in elections and neither can they deny their right of vote. Thus came the right of Universal Adult Franchise and right to contest in elections by every single citizen of India. But at the present age when even many of the ‘educated’ have loose morals and where corruption is the law of the land, the illiterate become easier targets of vote bank politics and money for vote. Politics has become a money minting occupation that requires neither qualification nor a basic skill. It has even degraded to an extent where local gangsters have and are still successful and respectable politicians.
As for the voters, the illiterate become victims of ‘money for vote’ politics or they are brainwashed by parties which tempt them by feeding freebies. The literate who have the ability to bring a change shun their voting rights and stay at home.
The possible solution can be to bring about a change in the two rights stated above. The voter must definitely have an idea of the happenings around the nation and a minimum qualification must be affixed to excise the right to vote. Also the right to vote must be made compulsory and failing to do so should be made a punishable offense.
The voted must definitely satisfy all the above said criteria and also must show a definitive thirst for social causes by actively participating in social activities for a minimum of two years. Such credible certificates by organizations must be exhibited and verified by the election commission immediately after the candidate files his nomination papers before the election dates.
Though these ideas seem to be far from being realistic, I am sure such drastic changes are required at dark times to prevent India from falling into wrong hands that are capable of selling the our country for a few pennies.



Monday, July 18, 2011

Miracle of a Second



A moment of blunder made,
To be resented for a lifetime.
A second's thought of triumph,
To bask in glory for years to come.

A minute's whim,
To make one curse for ages.
An 'either-or' option,
To mutilate your destiny.

And a lax mind,
That brings untold misery,
For whole future.

An instant flash,
When two eyes dash,
Is all that requires,
For love to bloom, or enmity to brew,
For a fit of action or a bit of compassion.

An instantaneous idea, A moment’s mistake,
A random error, A flashy bang (big-bang),
Is all that is needed,
To create life and to end it.
To push a man to grandeur Or pull him to abyss.

In a second,
Lies the thread of destiny,
Tied to the fate of Universe
To be played upon
In the hands of Nature.

Photo courtesy: Ruban Rex