Monday, April 27, 2009

The Propinquity of Ours

The Much awaited IPL 2 is in the air now where bigwigs,those who had no link to cricket before,are trying their luck and money in the gentle man’s game.It is claimed that new budding cricketers are getting chance to show their talent on this platform.Indians,whose love for cricket was never in disguise,are also rejoicing.Moreover,BCCI is standing tall with its chest boasting of high revenues and TRP which make other boards envied(England is thinking about its own league like IPL).No doubt,none of these pose a threat to us Indians.
But there is one thing which causes my heart to sink low during the IPL.I have seen a bit of division in people,supporting their own region’s team,during the IPL.Let me tell you,that I am doing my graduation from NIT(which expands to National Institute of Technology) and thanks to Jawaharlal Nehru’s arcane thinking(It has been changed now to more generously reward merit) which makes sure that their is a bit of every part of India in every NIT(Bit of our neighbours too like Nepal,Bhutan etc).So We have footprints from every different soil of India.There exist a propinquity in us:eating together,laughing in chorus,partying together and chatting with girls in unity.We cherish each other’s traditions and ideosyncrasies(Gandhiji’s soul might be blessing us !).Until IPL starts.
During IPL,a wave of same state divides the friends.Bros supporting the same team exist in some sort of clinch and others find a backspace.The Strengths and weakness of different teams becomes talk of the town.Even the couple updates(most famous among dudes) plays the second fiddle.Till here,the changes by IPL is innocuous.But the threshold breaks when these talks leap into altercations.Where each side tries to win its own virtual world created by IPL.Though the arguments are ephemeral and then we again unite,the very division between us is a cause of concern.While we curse Bal Thackeray and Varun Gandhi,we suddenly become another mini Bal Thackeray when provoked by things like IPL.I do not seek changing team names or halting the whole IPL itself.I seek None like that.What I wish to attain is,to change the parochial thinking that exists somewhere in our pea sized brain.Though,the problem is not so grandiose that it yearns an immediate concern.But a small storm makes a tycoon.Hence,forget the states and love cricket for its game and nothing else.Do not allow “Unity in Diversity” crumble to ashes so easily.
Let the Propinquity of Ours,Flourish....

Monday, April 13, 2009

A nice boy was he called...

A nice boy was he called,Before
he came to the college wall.
Out of the cage of bookish onus,
he felt as if he got a life's bonus.
A contagion of mirth filled him up,
unbridled and free,he was
Losing faith in calculus and chem,
fake are all he claimed.
He lost himself in the computer games,
and burned heart in cigarettes flames.
But he cared for nothing large,For
unbridled and free,he was
He partied hard whole night long
and danced to the liquor song.
Rum,Beer and Whisky in the jar,
Tequilla was his precious not far.
His tutors casted scathing remarks ,
His pals said he is blind to the stark.
As he cared for nothing large,For
unbridled and free,he was
The D day arrived,his pals thrived
for a better and a soothing acclaim,But
he was in muddle after snorting cocaine.
And when he layed with his collegues,
boasted of living the life like a feast.
Though inside he felt the wince.
Here he lies alone-broken and ripped
jostling for his life against
his own fag,alcohol, and nicotine.
Finding himself clogged,
he yearns for life for a better tread
being paralysed and half dead;
And now he weeps yet prepares for another feast,
by arranging for himself a mass requiem !

Saturday, April 11, 2009

A Thought on Tears of Seperation


I was traversing back to my alma-mater from my home after the festival of Holi.I reached the allotted seat by the railways and was left fazed.A girl was weeping and grizzling,her tears plummeting faster than her own hands which were trying to camouflage the pearls.Her demeanour irked me.She was accompanied by her family and a boy.I was not able to distinguish them into passengers and goodbye-bidders,but I was sure about this girl.She was being separated.The clock then tickled the departure time and the train indicated its readiness to leave.My father bid me goodbye and I touched his feet.We both remained calm and compose during the parting process.But the case was different with the girl.She was making a pool out of her tears in the train,with her family doing the same on the platform.The Boy,on whom i was dicing to be her hubby,was calm though and was trying to mollify her.The train speeded and the platform shooted out of sight.

Juxtaposing the two way of parting,I tried to infer which way was better.The answer will be evident shortly.Well,Life is a progress.Progress needs actions and the actions need not be in the same circle in which you are accustomed to.A beautiful saying reverberates into my mind.
A ship in harbour is safe,but that is not what ships are built for.

When a tear arrives in the brows,it speaks of how sad and melancholy you are.Gloominess is a contagious phenomenon and it makes the other side unhappy too.While parting,tears act as a negative catalyst in the process of progress and development.During the King’s rule in India,It was heinous on the part of queen to show her grief to the departing king for war for it may make him pusillanimous.Think how queen might be feeling at that time as she didn’t even knew whether the king will return or shall lie in the graves of the history.Today,there is no question of life and death embraced.So why do people cry at the departure?Do they don’t want to go ahead in life?Do they wish to remain static and rust themselves?
Some mothers believe that their child is too naive to meet the outer world alone and fear that he will not be able to bear the barbaric world.Madam,until and unless you don’t unmoor the child’s feet from your rope of extra-concern and allow him to meet the world,he will definately be not able to stand before atrocious world.I am not against emotions and I do believe that emotions are part and parcel of life,but it is not harmful to bridle your emotions sometimes.
Thus it is tacit that tears of separation do no good and I am against these very echelons of tears.Life is a flow and it is bound to leave one shore and reach another.A Dam of overcare and the river will die.Dont let your tears provide viscosity to the life of your near and dear ones.Bid them a vivacious goodbye and see them reaching the pinnacles shortly after that....