Anubavangal: Santhi Nilava Vendum - May Peace Reign: "கீழே போய் விளையாடு என்று சொல்வதற்குக்கூட தாய்மார்கள் பயப்படுவார்கள் என்று நான் நினைக்கவில்லை. சில பிரச்னைகள் மேற்க்கத்திய நாடுகளில்தான் நடக்..."
Fleeting, lasting, deep, light, amusing, thought-provoking... All that I encounter.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Beast Emerges
Godzilla, he is not
Neither ugly nor fearsome
Not emerging from deep seas
Nor from the belly of the earth
He walks this world
Looks like you and me
With a friendly smile
With a similar gait
Angry one moment,
Behaviour at his best
With similar fears
Similar feelings
He is one of us
The same love and lust
Watch out!
For there lurks
Under the skin
A beast evil
Ready to snatch
Our babies away
To hide in corners
And have its way
Tearing their innards
Killing them easy
Dumping them
Walking away freely
Sated, and yet not
Looking for the next lot
To feed the inner beast
With the smile of a human
Gaurd well,
Be a hawk
Let them not stray
Though it is day
And there is light
In his mind
It is night
His shadow falls
Causing blight
Killing the innocent
Shutting out light
In this modern age
Of science and progress
Lust throws up
A Beast, a Monster.
Note: Two stories within a week in the newspapers - an 8-yr-old boy and a girl, in two separate incidents, molested and killed. Two of many that go unreported?
Neither ugly nor fearsome
Not emerging from deep seas
Nor from the belly of the earth
He walks this world
Looks like you and me
With a friendly smile
With a similar gait
Angry one moment,
Laughing the next
Dining and winingBehaviour at his best
With similar fears
Similar feelings
He is one of us
The same love and lust
Watch out!
For there lurks
Under the skin
A beast evil
Ready to snatch
Our babies away
To hide in corners
And have its way
Tearing their innards
Killing them easy
Dumping them
Walking away freely
Sated, and yet not
Looking for the next lot
To feed the inner beast
With the smile of a human
Gaurd well,
Be a hawk
Let them not stray
Into the dark
Though it is day
And there is light
In his mind
It is night
His shadow falls
Causing blight
Killing the innocent
Shutting out light
In this modern age
Of science and progress
Lust throws up
A Beast, a Monster.
Note: Two stories within a week in the newspapers - an 8-yr-old boy and a girl, in two separate incidents, molested and killed. Two of many that go unreported?
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
One Earth: The Gender Imbalance
One Earth: The Gender Imbalance: "The thought of surgical modification of the gender of the child from female to male in the womb gave me the shivers. A friend posted this on..."
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Anubavangal: தன்னம்பிக்கையே சுய தொழில் செய்வதற்கும் அதில் வெற்ற...
Anubavangal: தன்னம்பிக்கையே சுய தொழில் செய்வதற்கும் அதில் வெற்ற...: "தன்னம்பிக்கையே சுய தொழில் செய்வதற்கும் அதில் வெற்றி பெறுவதற்கும் வழி காட்டுகின்றன. ஐம்பது சுய தொழில்களை ஆரம்பித்த முதலாளிகளை சந்தித்தப்பொழ..."
Sunday, July 17, 2011
An Eye-Opener
It was the shortest possible deadline I faced, and the question - "am I mad to take it up?" - rang in my head. But unless you try, how do you know if it is possible or not?
I was commissioned to interview 60 entrepreneurs in less than a month. July 17 was to be the book launch. And we did it. Yesterday, the book was released and appreciated. A compilation of stories of 50 entrepreneurs, titled - Pathbreakers, Scintillating Stories of Steadfast Entrepreneurs.
While meeting/talking to the 50 was a journey in itself, the book release function gave me a sleepless night. The high cannot be described, but the thoughts shared on stage by the likes of Mr. S. Gurumurthy, Mr. Gopal Srinivasan, Mr. Ashwani Mahajan - Prof in Eco at DU, and a Dr from Bangalore - Dr. Shivakumar, were definitly worth contemplating on.
And to think I was on stage with them!!!
Will try to publish a photo if I get it... Yet another cherishable evening.
Anubavangal: Iru Mugangal
Anubavangal: Iru Mugangal: "ஒன்று வெளியுலகம் பார்க்கும் சிரிக்கும், பொலிக்கும், யாவையும் கண்டும் காணாமல் ஒன்றும் அகாததுப்போல் நடிக்கும் இன்னொன்று உள்ளிருட்டில் தத்தளி..."
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sizzling and Hissing
Yet another shaft
Finds its mark
In the heart's centre
All hopes shatter
As the arrow
Pierces the armour
Only a tiny pain
No blood?
I think
Turning inward
Looking for answers
In wonder
A mail, a post
Timely reminders?
That in God's altar
There is a purpose
Hidden and obscure
But future secure
The wheel of time
Taking its course
Natural, unhurried
Marching to its beat
Driving us on roads unknown
Using us to achieve its goals.
Not ours,
It has no use
In the scheme of life
It serves no purpose
Driven by time
And not the mind
Mind control
Is all pure drivel
An illusion
That we fear
To break and see
The truth within
And yet we strive
To prove otherwise
Can we pause
The flow of time?
Change the course
This nature of mine?
Can I stop
The flow of words
Sizzling and hissing
Like oil on skillet?
Waiting to pour out
On paper white?
Write then
Till the fount dries
For maybe a purpose
Unheard cries
Like a glowworm
Meant to die.
The purpose, the purpose!
You well ask
But is this outpour
Really a task?
Just the joy of creation
Isn't that why this inspiration?
Take heart
Keep faith
There is a reason
Why you fail
Only to learn that
There is another way.
Finds its mark
In the heart's centre
All hopes shatter
As the arrow
Pierces the armour
Only a tiny pain
No blood?
I think
Turning inward
Looking for answers
In wonder
A mail, a post
Timely reminders?
That in God's altar
There is a purpose
Hidden and obscure
But future secure
The wheel of time
Taking its course
Natural, unhurried
Marching to its beat
Driving us on roads unknown
Using us to achieve its goals.
Not ours,
It has no use
In the scheme of life
It serves no purpose
Driven by time
And not the mind
Mind control
Is all pure drivel
An illusion
That we fear
To break and see
The truth within
And yet we strive
To prove otherwise
Can we pause
The flow of time?
Change the course
This nature of mine?
Can I stop
The flow of words
Sizzling and hissing
Like oil on skillet?
Waiting to pour out
On paper white?
Write then
Till the fount dries
For maybe a purpose
Unheard cries
Like a glowworm
Meant to die.
The purpose, the purpose!
You well ask
But is this outpour
Really a task?
Just the joy of creation
Isn't that why this inspiration?
Take heart
Keep faith
There is a reason
Why you fail
Only to learn that
There is another way.
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