Saturday, November 26, 2011

Harishchander Replaced by Anna

There has been tremendous change in the scenario after Anna took up cudgels against corruption and corrupted goons. But those who feel insecure have started teasing the honest people by calling them Anna Hazare. Earlier they used to call them Harishchander. This shows their worry about their future as they have spent whole of their life in looting others by this or that way. I sakute Anna for awakening the people of this country.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Power of words

Truly strange is the world wonderful of words
And words many behind a word single
Thus power boundless does a word possess

Beautifying the beautiful and making uglier the ugliest
So they turn friends to foes and foes to friends
Have they the power to change the time and tide

Soothers are they to the soul and mind distraught
Venom also enormous with them do they carry
Thus change peace to war and war to peace

Frustrations deep and disgruntle untold out they gush
Hide they can the fret and woes of doleful heart
Also make they life a seeming cosy bed of flowers

Companinons are they to the lonesome and deserted
Add they hilarity to the life dull and dreary
Full of hope and gaiety thus the life becomes

Smiling and weeping, also making smile and weep
Out they come from mind unfettered and revolutionize
As did Socrates, Aristotle, Lenin and the Marx Great

But hark ! A culture of their own do the words have
Living Wherein do they grow and prosper
But lose their worth if unthoughtfully used 

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Our Ailing Society !

One of these days, disgusted with failure of his son in PMT entrance test, one of my friends came to me and said, “ See, there is so much corruption”. what is it”? I asked. “This time too my son could not make it. They say the question paper was leaked out to some candidates. You know. there is no hope for the honest people like us,” he sneered. “Next time, he will do it”, I sympathised. “Please, take care of my son as you know the controller of examination ”, he emphasised.

I could not respond to his stance which was the result of his despair. But later I expatiated about what he had said. I sum up that In fact, we despise and appreciate corruption in the same breath. Though there is utmost despair and disgruntle among people, yet they do not want to lose opportunity to resort to foul play if it benefits them. If we fail to get anything out of the foul play, we start criticising the corrupted system and take the stance of an innocent person. If our own deeds are questioned, we justify them by saying that all are corrupted therefore our corrupted acts must be ignored. For instance while travelling by bus if conductor offers to charge less without ticket, we grab this opportunity and call the conductor a ‘nice human being’. That is just a small instance whereas our life is full of such instances when we at once forget all ethical values and change the standard and stance.

Notwithstanding the ongoing clamour and protests against the corrupted system, the long persisting contagious disease doesn’t seem to be cured that easily irrespective of the response of the government and the political parties.

No doubt the modus operandi of ‘Anshan’ or ‘Satyagraha’ or any other form of agitation may play a crucial role, but more important is the change in attitude, approach and outlook of the individuals and society. Therefore, we need a change in modus vivendi if the menace is to be cut at the root. The long and short of it is that we are honest only as long as we don’t get the chance to get corrupted.

Instead of acting as deterrent, our society has learnt to accept corruption as a way of life. It is not out of place to say that corruption has got into our blood and veins. In a bid to accumulate more and more filthy lucre, the biggest fish wants to swallow the smaller one, and the smaller the smallest one. Now, what the smallest fish do ? In this dismal world it is the smallest fish whose voice goes unheard and is the worst hit victim.

It is also equally sustainable that those whose lives have been nothing but a rat race for money will resist even the smallest effort initiated to curb corruption. In fact, we need double edged sword to tackle the issue of corruption. On the one hand we need more Anna’s and Dev’s to bring the big guns to book, on the other a consistent campaign must me launched to inculcate and spread the ethical values.

So, be it Lokpal or the satyagraha to bring black money back, it is the change in attitude and outlook of the common mass that is going to be important if we want to cure the society of corruption.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Schwa surprised me

I am back after a long interlude. In fact, I was extremely busy  studying the phonetics of English language. The most surprising and interesting was the schwa sound in English which does not have a definite origin. The most surprising is the fact that it is the commonest sound in english speech, but does not have definite letter from which it may evolve. It can evolve from any English vowel. I am further busy studying English sound system and also have started writing a book on functional grammar. I hope my readers or blog friends would not mind if I don't turn up frequently. I wish to have your good wishes for my little pursuit. Please pray for me from the core of your heart. This will be a great favour.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Lost Love

Turned I fifteen and was drawn towards her
                                          Was it the first crush or love as often they say   
Bewitched had she me with smile mesmerizing
                                         And felt I in core of my heart an ache so blissful  
Reservoir serene of solace she became for me
                                         To look and to hide the look her invincible style
But, Never did I nor she ever expressed heart
                                        But both knew had we something for each other
The viscissitudes of life Then moved us apart
                                        Departed were we with the hearts unexpressed
Thus were parted the hearts from each other
                                       Again are we brought together face to face
But now gone is the smile enticing and look
                                       As belong now we to different lives of world
Her heart no more mine and mine not hers
                                       Mine now other’s and other’s was hers too
Thus is she lost to me and me to her.