Friday, June 3, 2011

Apologies for staying by

Apologies for staying by

She passed by like a dark blob on abstract figure
A broom in her hand conscious to make her absence
As I took the stairs to a day of hope and dreams
Her descent with an apology for an untold offence

Myriads of faces that make up our days
Trying to smile with nothing in return
Their pain, their background and destined lives
Living on the fringes of realities of harsh world

Countless outcaste beings make up and touch our lives
Hoping you to pick up at the corner a flower fine
Or sweeping aside to make a carpet for you to walk on
Pulling a heavy cart or making your shoes shine


They too have a dream an ambition, a hope to further
Pause we could for they bring life to cheer
The unknown, the challenged a relentless struggle
To make their dark blob to be seen on their abstract figures

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Era of the Unreserved

It might be a distant dream.when media explosion ensures that the rural urban divide melt away.the leaders who rose from the lectern of the casteism find impossible to survive.
The election of 15th Loksabha speaker it seems is based on 2 factors.Woman and Dalit.How many times have we heard that.Abdul kalam was a muslim,Pratibha patel is a woman,KR Narayanan was a dalit..Did all these people have incomplete profiles on their CV and could only attain the highest ranks because of the Crutches the media and Politicians so glamourously fixed on them.
Let the decision makers fix a time frame when all these crutches are banished and any public post is held on merit..Only an utopian dream..But true empowerment will happen if the Courses is chartered with a destination in mind

Saturday, October 11, 2008

The Maiden step

Its always a resolution that I never keep beyond the January 4th of an year..Of writing a diary..of etching those memories fading away..I start this blog when there is an absolute tumult in life..when was it not.I shouted a bit in the TV Room for lungs needed an excercise and heart needed an outlet..The monotony and th solitude gets to you..No wonder the weak hearted take to the Mcdowells to make their evenings..Decided to start a ritual i would never fail in..the first words of the blog maybe rather incoherent..but i will make it enriching and hopefully some bird,alien and god forbid a human soul would one day make it here