Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Smitten In Trance.

"Midsummer Eve" - Edward Robert Hughes
What mystery do you conceal
In the black of your fluttering eyes
What magic spells have you cast
In your smile, that weakens me so.


Why does the moon fade away
To my lost spirit`s inner sight
When nights are full of light
And days are just another day



Why do my legs hop like mad
Ears filled with music, slow and sad
In a life so calm and straight
Why the turbulence and love of fate

Streams trickle, merge and flow
Flowing steadily towards the sea
In a rush as we meet and faces, glow
Will we flow along, truth to the dream be.



Do my eyes betray me, my dear
As I stare wide-eyed sans fear
As you walk past me, silent and clear
All notions of loss, illusions mere


Hovering above, the white clouds below
The world cries "Wake up, you fool!"
Hold my hand, lest reality dawns, my love
I shall die in here, in trance, my love.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

A Mark of Protest.

Pic Courtesy - Suraj
This is a mark of protest to show and spread the word, that bloggers shall not take things lying down. Fight and take measures against terrorism, Dont try to pin charges upon the people, who have just come out of trauma.
To access blogs, please use www.pkblogs.com/ .
Info courtesy Satheesh, Amol, Scribblez
Info courtesy - Satheesh
Let us not take this lying down.!!!

Monday, July 17, 2006

The Sickness of the Mind.

The world has reached a stage where killing has become routine. We have read in the past, in history about war, it`s gruesome effects on the world, on the people, the scars it leaves on the generations to come. With the advent of Nuclear warfare, mass extermination became a dreaded reality. The big nations, or the more powerful nations called for a ceasefire. We expected such things would become bad dreams of the past, but hatred is slow to recede, at least that is what is evident from the advances of the present century.

We became mute spectators, as we witnessed chemical warfare, gross human rights violations and from the dark of it all, a huge ugly monster raised it`s deadly hood. While we shuddered at it`s grunts, the more distant, sighed! Terrorism was born.
War was in ancient days, fought against soldiers, by the soldiers. Today the first targets are innocent civilians

In a series of fresh air strikes, Israeli warplanes blasted
fuel tanks at the Beirut International Airport.
The death toll in Lebanon
has now reached 140 and those killed in the Israeli airstrikes are mostly
In the Israeli airstrikes, 16 people were killed and a 100 wounded
in Lebanon's southern city of Tyre.

We, in India, supposedly a peaceful democracy, are only now recovering slowly from the after effects of the terrible tragedy we witnessed on the 7th of July, when we witnessed the sad deaths of our brothers and sisters in Mumbai. People, had just boarded a train as usual, not suspecting anything but their daily work and schedule, but some one else had planned to disrupt that day of theirs, and today, their families, their children, their friends, all their lives have been disrupted.

The most saddening aspect of these activities, where terror is unleashed is that the perpetrator`s mind is totally bereft of any reason, any logical insight into his/her own actions. There is a great misunderstanding in their minds, that they are doing all this for the goodness of their brethren. There is a gross misconception that what they are doing is similar to waging a war.! But, the fact is that it is not.! The mind of the terrorist is vastly different from that of a soldier. A soldier is one who fights to maintain peace, he/she fights for the safety of his/her people, and a soldier`s target is always an enemy, who would kill him, if he didn`t react first. A soldier never takes the life of a civilian. Of course there have been exceptions or great mistakes like in Abu Ghraib, but that does not justify an act of terrorism, and an act of killing innocent civilians.

In a major attack, nearly 800 armed Naxalites killed 20
villagers and injured over 70 people, besides kidnapping 20 others in Dantewada
district of Chhattisgarh.
IG Intelligence, Chhattisgarh, Giridhari Naik said
that his troops reached the area as soon as they got report of the trouble and
were able to drive back the Naxals.
However, the Naxals managed to kidnap
over 20 people, including a woman Special Police Officer, from the camp.

The mind of a terrorist is sick. It does not know to see reason. It does not know to appreciate life. It does not have the capacity to stop following false ideals blindly. Terrorism is like a cancer of the mind, it does not have a permanent cure and there is no known treatment. We try to kill the disease, by killing the body holding the mind, but it is hugely contagious, and today`s victims are all infected by a very small unseen virus called hatred. They could very well grow up to be tomorrow`s terrorists.

In Kashmir, small boys are paid 50 rupees to throw a grenade. None of the children, in safer areas or with a home to go back, would ever do such a thing, but these children are not just children, they are also victims, and they need retribution. They are in search of killing an unknown enemy. They are the terrorists of tomorrow, and it is in their care and proper upbringing that lies the greatest threat to terrorism. Government taking stringent measures, taking suspicious people into custody, distributing relief, all these are mere painkillers. In such quick steps, and with the loss of public memory, the big picture more often sadly fades out.

Everywhere there are children, even in Lebanon, even in Mumbai, in SriLanka, in any part of the world, where there has been an act of sinister dimension, there is a child, who has lost a home, who has lost a future, and in his/her blank mind, there is only one question.. WHY ?

In his/her search for the answer, if he/she fails to identify the real enemy, if he/she fails to see the big picture, the world once more becomes a mute witness to the birth of another terrorist, the birth of another sick mind.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Tagged Again :)

This is the second time, that I am being tagged and by now, have fairly understood how a tag actually works. Velu had a great post with all the beautiful pictures, and when he tagged me, I guess the post, was all the more awe inspiring for me. Since this is a tag with pictures, I guess this must be easier for me.
So here goes…

Most Desired Celebrity

Shobhana has been an all-time favourite actress and such a beautiful woman, elegant and graceful. She is also such an amazing dancer and a well-known teacher of Bharathanatyam, having dedicated her life to dance, research and teaching.

She is a real role model, for any celebrity with a dashing mix of beauty and knowledge. With a National Award for acting, for the movie ‘Manichitrathazhu’ in her kitty, she is unbeatable. Her acting ventures have been less in recent times, but she keeps her dance school busy and also acts when given a good role in movies occasionally. She is truly for me, a most desired celebrity as well as a great inspiration.


Want to visit this Place

I would just love to get lost, in the thick lush lap of Mother Nature, in the Amazon Rain forest, with all the amazing and colourful range of fauna and flora, a trip which is sheer ecstasy. To be so oblivious of all human existence, to be a sole adam, in this garden of eden, is a lifetime dream.

Want to do this someday.

A nicely lit room, with not a worry in the world, having a machine( a good laptop ) and sit and type away an exotic story, to vent all my creative energy into that one big book, the work of a lifetime. Hope I seriously get to do this.!!!


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Random Favourite.

This is one picture, I have always kept with me, since my college days, I have never used it as my desktop background, but still open it daily once, and have a look at it to refresh myself. The landscape, the big tree, sunlight breaking in from the skies, the sheep grazing lazily, there`s something so peaceful about the picture, that I get peaceful when I look at it for long, when I am totally burned out.


Man behind the Scenes

A snapshot of Velu`s post.


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And I now take great privilege in tagging long-time blog pal Maya, Ever encouraging Scribblez, New found friend Sandeep Menon, who has a great collection of pictures on his blog, Gaurav, you too if you get the time and finally my “Tom Sawyer” friend Country Fellow. Also inviting anyone who wishes to take up this tag, to do so too. I dont remember if any of you have done this already, so if you haven`t go ahead..!

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Hate not!, O` my comrade.

Weakness in the limbs, heart stoned!
In despair, your heart so mourned
Colour thy life, O` my comrade
In Calm blue skies, sudden thunderstorms
Disperse thy hatred not! Refute mortal norms

In life, we read, chapters of spite
Life is no small tome, but ends in sight
Lose thy grudge, O` my comrade
Chapters they are, all tie the plot
As the pages turn, why leave a blot. ?

In that moment, when thy let loose
Vengeance, peril and bitter blues
I cried and cried, O` my comrade
You set out on the path of no return
Frightened and hurt, my soul did burn

All dreams of our flowered fields
All was lost in ravaged battlefields
Stop thy hate!, O` my comrade
To my tested soul, thy hate never did permeate
In seeing you fade away, I could not blame fate.