Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Our Last Bit to Sir Kalam

Last evening,
The setting sun could not promise another hopeful morn,
To those who wished to string along
With him... That teacher, that guide, Our missle man
Yes, he Dr. Abdul Kalam!

No...
No conference had he to attend,
No meet has he now to oblige,
As He - the Lord this time,
Was lucky enough
To enjoy sir Kalam's company,
And to relevate his insight!

And so, his soul is off his body
On its way to embrace the heavens!

We know that from now on,
No faces would be as lighted up in his wait
As they did the previous dawn...
For with him one can't ever again
Spend another honoured morn!

Here are we - his people
Standing with shackled feet, cuffed hands and muted lips!
Had we got the chance to be the ones,
With a hope that he would re-exist,
Thousands of souls for him,
Would give up their life
With utmost might and will!

But for him we'll do our last bit,
We'll thump our shackles, bang these handcuffs,
And ring aloud those gongs and rattles
In literal senses... we'll work and work
Until we can soothe his soul...
With strength and energy in us as a whole!
And then encircling this soul
And bouncing him gently over these percussion beats...
We'll bid him a last goodbye...
By our last bit,
Sending him high up there,
Higher than these mountain peaks,
Higher... To the heavens!

- the_inkdiary

Reservations... Yes FAIR!

Reservations... Fair or unfair...

I say reservations are fair. Reservations are a surity, a guarantee that yes everyone can ... And each person in the nation will tomorrow be standing at similar levels...

Today, the nation is stretched out. If the born privilidged be the visage ... then the underprivilidged be the legs... And the middlemen all stretched into a 3.2 million sq km body.. Yes the nation makes big fat man...

Like we humans have proper   and different systems for different organs.. The same way we, the people of different casts, societies and races are altered and unaltered blood. All of us run in the same big fat mass. Even the unfiltered blood passes through the most elite organ, the heart reserving their way through the veins. So, to me, sanding against reservation sounds just like cutting the veins so that impure blood does not enter the heart... Betterment is then just a dream! The fact then comes into say - cutting viens is merely suicide ... In this case it is the suicide of the nation!

I ask why isn't it fair? You, who has the resources and potential can work hard and get through hardest of examinations!
Now, think of those who never got a chance as yet! They niether have an encouragement nor the exposure! (Imagine would you ever get through these if no one ever insisted you to study and qualify these?)
Those once ever left out communities have now got a chance to rise... That's their ray of hope... That is their encouragement!

Also just because another person is getting an opportunity and we aren't does not mean that we excoriate its existance.
Reservation even if not your cup of benefit tea.. "It is fair". The privilidged got the opportunities by birth, the reserved earned it by law. Simple and clear!

Another argument that aims at  shackling the feet of the supporters of reservation is that it discriminates people.
I ask, why? It never does divide... It unites different streams into one. This is all a societal tantrumic ideology.  We the people shouldn't even think about the line of seperation between the reserved and unreserved. Classes and casts sit there up in our mind. All we need is to get over the discrimination there. Because here the change begins from within! We need to clear our concepts and ideals first! 

Reservations have handed the  less fortunate ones a rope, pulling them out of the vicious circle they have always survived in.
So reserve...
Reserve BUT to a "limit"!

Todays' practical senario goes this way. A poor man did not get a job just because he is nowhere reserved. Now HE needs reservation!

Today, why is my neighbour, who lived a life similar to me, having got a lower rank than me, sitting in the topmost university of the country?
Reservations!
He simply USED his anecestors'  pain! THIS my friend was the loop hole! Reservations for the castes and tribes was a thought planted years back... But now times have changed.

The once ever left back classes are now empowered. For them reservations have worked their best. So, why are we dragging the same ideal over the years? Generations have come after that, empowered... And maybe many of them have overpowered the mightiest of the people! So do they need reservation now? I say no!

Reserve for those who need it. Donot scratch and pinch the scars of tomorrow... Heal the wounds of today. Donot empower the ones in power, spread enlightenment to the needy!
It is now time to wake up, see what is happening and respond to what the world needs. Reserve for the needy, donot merely oblige the empowered!

Now is the transformation era. Changes are a must! We now need proper systems to bring up the poor and unprivilidged, they need reservations. So now lets move out, think, act, reserve, respect!

- The_inkdiary

Saturday, 1 August 2015

Whats' more than a family ... Friends!

When a spicy memory 
A funny dream 
Or the thought of a  friend
Who scared you with a fake scream 
Makes your cheek feel heavily raised
That is when your smile comes up 
Taking you back to those seamless days...

That gang... the ones I used to sit with... 
The endless chitter-chatter that we did!
All that was a long time ago... 
And never to that time would our road curve!

The canteen days still tickle our tongue 
When the last bite mischiefs come to mind! 
Those innocent fights and hearty regrets 
Still force a tear into the eyelids! 
Those days... that togetherness no longer persists 
But the memories still bring out a bliss 
Of those soulful colours of lovely days like chintz! 
Making each one long for the gang to come up all over again! 

Monday, 20 July 2015

Camera... Action!

Your captures ... my poses
Your camera be the wanderer... me the bed of  roses!
And both of us together
Would turn the world upside down ...
Screaming with joy even to the lifeless posters
We would fill life even in that world so vitually real...

And tomorrow when the reel we would brush  through
This time would be there in front of our eyes
Your captures... my poses
Your camera the wanderer ... me the bed of roses!

(A poem specially for my dad on his birthday! Happy birthday papa! )

Reminiscent Analogies

My eyes were so fond of light,
That when they saw the darkness...
They blinked many times.
My heart was so fond of pride,
That when it felt the plight...
It ate up all the colours of the light!
My ears were so fond of echos of praise,
That when they heard the adverse appraisals they killed the pride!
My arms were so fond of love and hugs,
That when came the time of lonliness...
All pride and all praise did not even seem worth a while!

And there in the corner of the room was I,
Sitting in the darkness,
Collecting all pieces of broken pride and honour!

But in a tick of the seconds clock thought I,
An infant has to stand up after his fall,
Darkness has to go away for a new dawn,
Happiness has to come my way after this downfall!

Then did I rise,
Wiping all marks of my sad times,
Joining back the broken segments of my heart!
And then did I realise,
They had made me so to fit into the world's piece,
They moulded me so hard into this perfect peace,
That today I stand up again,
With all my scars gone forever!

Monday, 13 July 2015

Were you there?

When I walked the roads alone in the moonlight
I know you have been there by my side
Listening to the muted secrets of the night
Hand in hand ... under the moonlight!

It is when my words went dumb
And my eyes were so numb

To you my heartbeat did sing
All my regrets and unsaid sins

You kept still... did not speak
Just synchronised your footsteps with my heartbeats

It made me feel like you could relate
It made me feel like you did try to soothe my hearts' haste!

And when the highs all vanished
And they tear removed its illusionary blemish 
Still nothing could I see
Niether the water... nor the pains!
Niether my soul ... nor you!

Were you there... ever?

Monday, 6 July 2015

The MAN!

They say he is a MAN
For he has never had a tear in his eye!
His tremendous esteem never let him cry
Yes he is a MAN they say!

It is true that he did not cry
When he tipped and hurt himself by a brick!
It is true that he did not cry
When his favourite car fell into the ditch!

And when he fell too hard in love
And his heart broke ... to the world he did not cry!
On seeing her beloved flow tears of seperation
His heart did not fill his eye!

From her little daughters' first smile
A tear did not happily approach his eye
To the time when
He saw his child go far away .... miles and   miles ...
He still had those eyes dry ...

Fake... false... these are all lies!
To him it is merely an imposed attire...
The room he entered with a lush of pride
Was filled with regrets and mourns inside!

No I say
He never was a real man!
He was just a piece of iron or steel
Which only to his master flame did melt
In darkness... the companion of his dread!

Real men do cry
They express ...
Their eyes do they never hide
Within the muted darkness of the night!
Yes real MEN do cry!