COULDN'T CRY

Trillions of days lived, millions of people met,
Thousands of work done, Hundreds of goals made,
So many successes, And so many defeats,
But just one dream,
Got shattered, but she could not even scream..
Her heart did sting,
of it to think,
Eyes do nothing but helplessly blink,
So much pain,
But not a drop of tear.


So many days passed,
Many ways crossed,
New experiences met,
New environment set,
New friends made,
New aspirations stayed.
But that one thought,
Every time haunts,
Of weakness reminds,
To her sorrows does it binds,
Heart cries,
Intense pain arise,
But not a drop shed,
she could not cry.


Wanted she, relieved of pain,
Allow tears, drop like rain,
But all it did,
Burden her heart,
With sadness, defeat,
That up till now did she meet.
Of pain, she can shout, she can talk,
But all she wanted was a drop of tear,
But all she could do was,
she could not cry.

A GRAIN ALONE........

An insignificant bit
In a world so brightly lit
Out of the ground I grew
Made many friends, all new .


Lived together for days so many
Danced and swayed together in weather
Windy and sunny
Whatever and however it was
Together we stood, until the very last.


That was my life, my domain
Life was simple and plane
Until it all did change
And it all felt so strange.


Ripped off my family, did they drag
Process and then put in bag
Together we wept,
Where we all were kept.


Many days did pass
I changed hands and bags
Sent from here to there,
Finally don’t know I landed where
All I know, the crown is strange
Such life my destiny arrange .

Initially, nearby bags had them all,
Sometimes at least, them did I call
Then slowly, we all did drift
To different places, us did they shift
Made new friends, but older I lost
Life to me a lot did cost .

Shifted again, from here to there
I again lost all, about whom I did care
Remember those and I do smile
But to adjust to idea I lost them, takes me awhile
Busy with ourselves, we all got lost
Some drenched in rain, or frozen in frost .

Reached my end, kept in the kitchen plate
About to be cooked, eaten by the people I hate
At this end of mine
All seems fine
But all that bothers, all does flash
All those grains, all those friends
Once they mattered, today forgotten
I miss them a ton,
It was so fun.
Still I thank them all with all my heart,
Which is about to be steamed for a start.

VALIANT EFFORT..

Under the bright light of the glowing lamp,
And the cold of the growing damp,
The black letter danced before my eyes,
A single look at them made me cry.

A single question knocked on my head,
But my brain had gone to bed,
Lazing and lurking it opened the door,
The question swooshed in and sat on the floor.

An untimely guest, and unwelcome one,
Such treatment to deserve, brain had not done,
The screaming question ran and danced,
The traitor, the spy, to reach its destination glanced.

The naïve child ran, didn’t recoil,
In forbidden territory did it tread the soil,
Ran straight, then left and right,
Resistance of my sleepy brain did it fight.

Moved here and there, then left and right,
Didn’t know its way, light not that bright,
Untreaded land, forbidden kingdom,
Lost in maze, destinaion wont come.

Encroachment didn’t my brain accept,
Awareness of trespassing t it crept,
Opened door, threw the screaming, screeching guest out,
Which it could do well without,
Peace and serenity at last,
Brain to bed, head dropped on the book to sleep, fast.

RITMOS DE VIDA...

The swooshing of the swirling wind,
The rustling of the leaves beneath the foot,
The honking of horn behind the bus pinned,
The music of the bird giving a hoot.

The tinkling of the cycle’s bell,
The clinking of the chime’s at the nearby dwell,
The thumping of the ball in play,
Running of the children on way.

They define the rhythms around,
The beautiful music in the lives found,
They define the music of life,
What we call the rhythms of life.

TECHNOVATE INDIA..

Today as per statistics – India graduates the largest number of engineers after China at around 350,000 per year.
The Science and Technology infrastructure has grown up from about Rs. 10 million at the time of independence in 1947 to Rs. 30 billion. Significant achievements have been made in the areas of nuclear and space science, electronics and defense
India has the third largest scientific and technical manpower in the world; 162 universities award 4,000 doctorates and 35,000 post-graduate degrees and the Council of Scientific and Industrial Research runs 40 research laboratories which have made some significant achievements.
In the field of missile launch technology, India is among the five top nations of the world.


Well, enough of these success stories, which clearly illustrates how India has matured from a country of villages to that of missiles, research and technology.

Right from a small baby, self absorbed with his toy car to an man, walking on the road with earphones and using his cell phone to get the latest news and a woman sitting in front of the TV watching her favorite soaps, everything spells technology, that which has progressed by leaps and bounds in India.
India is a country where innumerable geniuses are born each day (that’s the only positive side of increasing population), each day many of them graduate, and each moment some beautiful and really great idea creeps into their mind, left only to be implemented. The only drawback to all these is lack of proper encouragement and funding. In abundance of these two prerequisites they will no doubt go a long way, ahead of the most developed countries, to reach the zenith of success.
Each day thousands of Indians, preside an US company, take the most vital decisions for the future of other nations, and offer their contribution to the history of technology. Can you imagine the magnitude of success, that of development if all the brains of India were to be put together, united by the common love for science and technology? It seriously is BIG, to big to imagine!!!!

Technology has become our shelter, clothing ad food, so come on all
LET US ALL PUT TOGETHER OUR BRAINS AND SIT AND TECHNOVATE!

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RESPECT.... STRAIGHT FROM YOU HEART

RESPECT-Philosophers will define it as that sentiment in your heart for an individual that gives a dignified position to the person, and create a special position in your head and heart.

Science students may define it as a feeling or a force that can provide or stop momentum of your brain towards a decision or deed by one word.

Whatever whoever might say, what I say, respect is the feeling that comes stright out of the heart, and at the receiving end might be your parents, your seniors, teacher or even friends.

You develop a special kind of feeling, some affection for someone for any reason at all, might be simple or complex or no reason at all. Respect towards your parents is inherent in you right from your birth.

Respect ca never be forced, it can only be gained. You cannot truly respect someone you don’t look up t. a common example in the context of us, the students will be our teachers.

We are expected to respect them, but why not are they supposed to gain it. They say we show disrespect just because they award low scores, but everyone is well versed with the truth that there cannot be a lie more blatant. Irrespective of our marks, we truly and with our heart respect those who deserve it.

So, TRY TO GAIN RESPECT, NOT FORCE IT OUT!!

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HOCKEY...A GAME...NEVER A SHAME!!!!

I was sitting in my balcony having my morning teal, with the newspaper in hand, when I heard some excited chattering. Who could be out in a group this early, my curiosity compelled me to go and have a look. The source of commotion was a group of guys, with hockey sticks in hands, chatting as they moved to their destination. After that day, my attention was always drawn to the group. Almost everyday they played hockey in the nearby field. It made me wonder, why was hockey not so popular? Was it not so interesting? I went to the field one day, the swing of the sticks, the swiftness of feet, the immense control each had over the ball, the strategy of playing, everything fascinated me.

There once had been a golden era in India for hockey, when it produced some of the best player there ever where in the history of hockey! Between 1928 and 1956 India won six consecutive gold medals in the Olympics games. Legendary players like Dhyan Chand, Dhanraj Pillay and Dilip Tirkey could reach your heart with the swing of a stick.

Every game has its ups and downs, there are times when the fickle minded public concentrates and focuses on one game. Something as small as some victory c an change their minds and turn their inclination to the other game.

There still are players in India who have it in them to make hockey regain its original position, what is required is a little faith ad confidence in them.

Hockey has been rolling to its lows recently, that doesn’t mean that the game would not see an UP!! That in no way means it would not reach the zenith of popularity and never does it mean that it is a national SHAME!!

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UNREAL REALITY TV SHOWS!!!!

[on the epidemic of tv celebrity shows]
They're doing a new show: Celebrity Corpse, where you dig up someone after five years and try to guess who they were.
-- Paul Merton

Television…earlier a luxury, with development became a necessity today, and from necessity it has become an addiction. People mould their lifestyle according to their favorite programs being aired. Kids leave their homework to watch some cartoons, women for their masala saas-bahu serials, and men keep glued to the 24 hours news channel.

However now, people seem to have their fill of these, they have become saturated with the bitter exchange of words (someday might be swords) between the saas and bahu, the over idealistic and single shade characters of Ekta Kapoor and the metamorphosis and modification of news into masala.

So, their taste buds have settled for something new. God know till when will their addictions last!!

Marriages are said to be made in heaven. When did they start being made on TV?

It might have seemed an excellent way to get the TRP’s high but any intellectual fellow will simple switch off the TV rather than watch Rahul Mahajan or Rakhi Sawant selecting their soul mates. On one event I switched off my intellect, switched on the TV, browsed through the channels and settled for Rakhi Ka Swayamvar, and behold, their she was sitting listening to the guys professing their love to her, and she looked equally in love with each one of them. I thought …was that possible?

Just think, what joy would it give to anyone sitting near the TV doing nothing but watching celebrities fight, conspire, gossip or play their dirty politics.

Reality TV shows does everything, ranging from making celebrities dance to their tunes to searching for the perfect bride (perfect in what sense yet remains to be known).

An honest reply to the big question in my mind,” are reality TV shows any better than the usual soaps being aired in India?” and I get the answer NO!!

They are worst, we live with the consolation that the dark shades of characters in the soap are just reel not real but the reality shows shatters our myth, we see the darkest shades of people for real!!

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MY TRYST WITH DESTINY.......

Room, previously in darkness did plunge,

Light definitely to it now did clung,

Single bulb, soft light emanate,

Showed the dark and bright of fate.

Thousands, millions bulbs at me did stare,

I tried to look past the light and glare,

An innocent set of eyes, a girl so small,

Out in the garden, she and mom, playing with the ball.

Withering leaves, with wind did blow,

The trees around danced fast and blow,

One look with care, the girl was me,

The beauty of the surround did I see.

The beauty of past withheld me,

To my past had I got the key,

But to my present I must go,

Living in past of no use, I know.

I opened the door, the only one,

Stepped into another room, after done,

Again the array of mirror, I met,

This was my present I bet.

Not wishing to have a look,

I know it like my favorite book,

The shining door in corner, me did tempt,

To peek into my future, wanted to attempt.

It could be dangerous, could be drab,

It could be gone, if I didn’t grab,

I took a step, two or three,

It gave a call, just to me.

Pulled the door, gave a peek,

It was noisy, into other room did it leak,

No safe light, no glow,

It was bright as hell, everything fast, not slow.

Cautiously I entered, did the dare,

Dumbstruck was, by what was there,

All the mirrors had shattered,

On the floor the shards had cluttered.

The scenery pleasant, the greenery,

All disappeared, it was now dreary,

Scorching rays of sun did me blind,

Everywhere, just what I could find.

Noises of people shouting, children crying,

I saw almost everyone dying,

All the plea, the hue and cry,

Made my heart stop, lips go dry.

Tried to bear it, wasn’t so fit,

Clutched my hair, and gave a scream,

Eyes opened, was all wet,

The turmoil had made me sweat.

Woke up with start, on bed was sweat,

But my destiny made me scream,

Negligence of people, carelessness of theirs,

Had lead to destiny we all did fear.

The night, that dream,

The tryst with destiny, that tryst of mine,

Will I never forget,

And to prevent do I incline.

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JUST ANOTHER BRICK.....

The sun scorched her, the load of the bricks tired her, her legs were killing her, and yet, she did not stop. She continued. "Just this time, just another brick, and the work would be done, the wall would be made, and I would get her money......"

It was all that kept her going!!!!

The sun, the master of the sky,

Spread his reign in the sky so high,

Threw his scorching weapon at all,

On each and everyone the rays did fall.

Some were cooped up in homes, so cool,

Some in the head did drool,

But few were getting energies and life sucked,

As with great effort the rays they ducked.

With her hands, the beads of sweat she wiped,

Another hand on her head, the bricks to hold at place,

Covered with sweat, she had become all wet,

But she had to continue, some bricks to get.

Her steps faltered, her head dizzy,

Her skin burning and her vision fuzzy,

The bricks went flying,

She fell to the ground sighing.

Minutes not passed, did she sit,

The merciless sun, given her a fit,

He shouted, “do your work,

You are not paid to laze and lurk”.

Gathering her strength, she somehow stood,

Put a cloth on her head, made it her hood,

With bricks she took a step after one,

She would sit after it was all done.

One round, and then two,

Then so many other, not few,

Her weak steps, the ground did tread,

Just another brick, and the wall was done.

With every step on the heated ground,

She weakened and frowned,

Just another brick, then she would be in luck,

Will go home with smile on face, in purse few bucks.

With the thought in her mind,

Consolation did she find,

Hours after hours, she walked and worked,

Until the sun had gone, evening had lurked.

Time was over, work done,

Now with some money,

She could now eat a bun,

Treat her child to a roti and honey.

Wit a brick after the other, a wall made,

Bricks which with her hands had she laid.

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MONEY! MONEY! MONEY.......

She said money was bad,people went mad under its influence,money was the root cause of all evil and brought out the devil in people............

Now read on to know what I have to say about that...............

You said, money is evil,

Money is bad,

Cause of in you the devil,

And with others all fads.

You said, for money only materialistic yearn,

Without living with money I should learn,

And hat happiness money can’t buy,

And that without money none do die.

I followed your path, your lane,

Without it I tried to maintain my sane,

Without it tried to explore pleasures of life,

Only to find, without it, impossible to thrive.

In world today, evil is good,

Money for everyone has become food,

Life sans money, life not lived,

Accept it or not, its to be believed.

Money can’t buy happiness,

Can buy its source,

Life if not made better,

Its standard can alleviate.

Social standing, of your words the worth,

Born naturally, with money the birth,

Respect gained, money does bias,

If not anything, gain of allies.

Money is bad,

Makes you go mad,

To achieve an obsession,

To spend, a passion.

In world so fast,

People like bad, love to go mad,

Born with silver spoon, or dream of the moon,

Whatever you do, whatever you sow,

See that money you reap, no way low.

Try, try until you succeed,

Money always does happiness precede,

Try, try and get yourself rich,

At least till you die, or destiny does you a ditch!

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ALWAYS YOU BEFORE ME.....

She scratched the pan for a grain of rice,

That was all on which they had to suffice,

A hungry mouth open wide,

Begging for food, uncooked or dried,

With a smile, she fed the mouth,

With all the love, she had in store.

Her pallid face bereft of emotions,

The world around seemed to encircle in a motion,

Days and days, no grain in taken,

The smile on her face was what she had faken.

Her stomach did growl, with extreme hunger her heart did howl.

But all hunger, all pain,

Went down the drain,

One smile she saw, a full stomach,

Her child fed, ready in bed to tuck.

Days and days without rain,

No water to drink, few of grain,

Rich somehow satisfied their hunger,

But they allowed hunger to plunder,

All muscles gone, skeleton began to show,

All the days of hunger had made her slow.

With the child tucked in,

And no one close or kin,

Some work to do, some grain to earn,

A morsel of food was all she did yearn.

She got up, with her last ounce of strength,

Keeping weakness and sorrow at an arm’s length.

Hours and hours, toiled in heat and sun,

Got a handful of grains for all she had done,

A satisfied smile, a peace of heart,

The child would eat, hunger will depart,

Her hunger would go, with smile on his face,

No hint of sorrow would show on her face.

Her life was worthless without her son,

Seeing him smile, gave her all joy and fun,

No effort more, no price huge,

To see her son happy, and be amused.

No moment, without his thought passed,

She thought of him and her pain did not last,

Her heart for him swelled with love,

Her hands prayed, as she thanked god above.

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LAST NIGHT...IT DAWNED!

The sun had deserted the sky hours ago,

And the rays followed it behind.

A cloak of darkness veiled the sky, brightness had to go.

Nox let loose all her power,

Clouds obscured the moon, wind went tranquil,

The only sound in the serene surround was the heavy shower.

Rain-washed the street with all its might,

To get ahead of the others every drop did fight,

The chilly air had left the grave, become a friend of rain,

Gallons of water rushed down the road, overflowed the drain.

In the warmth of room, a cup of coffee hot,

Heat proved a welcome treat in cold that chilled the bone,

By the window, beside the pane, I sat all alone,

Tried of taking all the challenges that life had always thrown.

My gaze wandered at slow pace, got stuck at one place,

In the blackness of Nox’s hair, a soft light lot bright,

The light fell aground, with light shadow did fight,

At precise center of battleground, a boy sat and stooped,

Held a kid tight to him, around her his arms looped.

The soft light fell on his face, the agony to illustrate,

The cold had his teeth chattering, eyes cried at his fate,

Soaked clothes made his frame shiver,

Bt his arms around her did not quiver.

The rain drenched him sans mercy,

Cold did not abstain to chill his bones,

He scooted to the innermost shade,

With his hand over her head,

The child looked at him with scare eyes on pallid face,

And to him he gathered her in an embrace.

Here I was, sitting all alone,

Maybe with al the comforts that were known,

And who was I jealous of,

A kid who would fight for bread’s loaf.

In the darkness of the night, in the absence of light,

The truth on me did dawn,

Of all the sensate pleasures of world,

Love and companionship was the swan.

Last night, in the deadening quiet,

I got the message most precious and rare,

Something that no one bothers to care,

Companionship, love and affection

Beats everything, one and all, in of priorities, the selection.

Blessed with money and pleasures of life,

Cant live bereft of love in world without strife.

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SIZE????

I raised my head,

In the depth of the dark sky I did stare,

In black the silver stars did flare,

No bigger than a grain but,

The whole sky did they reign.

Not the size, but its twinkle that counts.

The beautiful drops of rain,

Fell one me, once and then again,

A bead so small, yet the beauty of a pearl,

Fell aground and lost into the swirl.

None questions its size,

And its beauty is not a surprise.

The glory of the tides,

The roaring waters, the powerful waves,

The duel of the water with the winds above,

It is the motion of the sea, not the size all is about.

Its what you dream that counts,

Never the number or the size,

A person’s heart and mind you see,

To judge by size you never agree.

The way you live,

Joy to others and yourself give,

The beautiful moments you spend,

Among others do blend,

Smiles to others you bring,

How to friends you cling,

That’s what matters, that’s what counts,

Its never the size but quality to what it all amounts!

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