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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 2007-08-28 00:00:00 Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Read more:Woods
, Snowy
Beggary in India 2007-08-19 00:00:00 A common scene while you are driving, at any crossing in Delhi is that of a group of beggars pouncing onto the vehicles at these crossings, the moment the light turns red. You wonder at what is happening at times because these people don't even care that they could be run over by a vehicle if it doesn't halt for some reason. The same is the situation when the light turns green. They are still there in the middle of the road not bothered about the heavy traffic.Another common scene at these crossings is a SIGNBOARD reading "Do not encourage beggary". The government is bothered about the rising numbers of beggars.I am very happy to realize this fact when I see this signboard. But are we doing enough to stop the increasing number of beggars.I was driving and came to a halt at a red-light crossing. Suddenly a girl jumped in front of my car projecting a worsely burnt arm and asking for some help. The hand was so badly burnt that a mixture of a watery secretion and pus was dripping from it Read more:India
A helpless millionaire government 2007-08-05 00:00:00 I am a tax-payer. I pay tax to the tune of 20% of my salary-my hard earned money. My government collects it. But what is it that they spend it on, I am not aware. Neither would any of the citizens know where this money goes. I am told that this money is spent on infrastructure and development. It is spent in providing us, citizens with the amenities that we all enjoy, that we all us everyday and I wonder what these amenities are.I pay an exorbitant amount for a liter of fuel in my car and I drive more than 20 KM to my office. The roads are so smooth that I need to send my car for a servicing every month and you would want to re-write the meaning of 'Smooth'. I spent half of my travel time in 'traffic-jams' because my government doesn't know what planning is. They build fly-over and cross-over bridges so that they can travel smoothly, not to reduce traffic congestions.We are not lucky enough to see a good monsoon in this city-the capital city, Delhi. But when monsoon comes we feel
If Tomorrow Never Comes 2007-07-29 00:00:00 Today,I stretched my hands far alongAnd I yearned to embrace the air with my arms,To feel powerful as a colossus,'Coz, if tomorrow never comes.
Today,I spread my hands wide apartAnd took a leap far above into the sky,To reach far across so high,'Coz, if tomorrow never comes.
Today,I smiled with smiles all over,And enjoyed as if the world is not enough,To bring smiles to a few more faces,'Coz, if tomorrow never comes.
Today,I wept my heart out And teary lullabies did fill all over,To brighten a few sorrow-stricken faces,'Coz, if tomorrow never comes.
Today,My heart raced faster than ever,And the lup-dups filled the air,To let a few more hearts beat,'Coz, I knew tomorrow will never come.
I see her at times 2007-07-22 00:00:00 I see her at times,There sitting lonely,Nothing she utters nor, whispers,A statue so so, stonily,And I wonder what she is,Wordsworth's "Solitary Reaper",Or, is she, "The lady of the dark".
Her face narrates stories lot,And her smiles sing songs a lot,A melancholy tune at times it is,That sadness had brought,And then a tune so happy,That no teachers ought taught.
She is a question at timesAnd then she is the answer,Sobs sounds like weeping chimes,In the anklets of a tired dancer.
There I see her, crying in solitude sometimes,And then I see her, smiling away to glory,She lifts her face, and smile at times,A smile so deep that narrates a story,No, she is not the "Solitary Reaper",Nor, is she "The Lady of the dark",I wonder and wonder what she is,A story so different and a story untold,Unheard ever and a kind seldom written.
My Garden 2007-07-14 00:00:00 I once made a garden.In front of my house, I made a garden,A garden full of flowers,A garden full of colors,My garden had lilies and my garden had roses,It had some poems, and you could also find some proses,Flowers in my garden were rare to be seen,A flower called life that was beautiful,And a flower called death that looked like a devil,A flower called joy, that smiled away to glory,And a flower called sorrow that could change the face of any story,There was a flower called happiness,Who had a friend called sadness,In a corner could you find a flower called envy,who was dark in color,And beside her you could find, a flower called humblewho was fair in color,I also had a flower called beauty, you would like to admire,And somewhere you could find a called ugly,who would turn its face in despair,Flowers in my garden would always bloom,No matter what the season,Wilt they would never ever,'coz born they were for a reason,I water them and I manure them,And I love them the way they are,The Read more:Garden
The Picture I Paint 2007-07-09 00:00:00 When the sun is half-set,And the tides in the ocean are high,When the sky is painted orange,And the chariot of darkness begins to fly,When the birds are flying back to their nests,And the earth slides into the blanket of evening to rest,I'll paint a picture of you,A picture of you, with no colors,With no strokes and no brushes,I'll paint you without a canvas,Without a shade and without a pencil,You as beautiful as ever,No wrinkles and no scars,As bright as the moon and friendly as the stars,
I'll paint you in my heart,And lock it inside,Lest someone peeps into it,And finds you as scary and ugly as you are,So, I'll paint you in my heart,And lock it inside,The picture of you,Without a wrinkle and without a scar. Read more:Picture
, Paint
The Monsoons 2007-07-08 00:00:00 Dark clouds all around,And darkness does surround,Smell of mud the breeze does bring,Bells of monsoon did start to ring,The clouds above thunder and roar,The tides in the ocean also did soar,Monsoon, Monsoon, the wait is ending,Monsoon bells have started ringing.
The first drop of rain did fall,Frowned faces were smiling all,Danced the greenery to the tune of rain,Tiredness, all the farmers did drain,Monsoon, monsoon the wait is ending,Monsoon bells have started ringing.
It is raining, it is raining,Tears all the clouds are draining,The drops shatter in the ground,Ending a long span of drought,I wonder when the drought in my heart will end,And showers of rain, god will send,Monsoon, monsoon the wait is ending,Monsoon bells have started ringing.
Sleeping Child 2007-07-01 00:00:00 I wish I were a sleeping child,Sleeping
in the arms of a mother,Feeling the warmth of her embrace,Her hands, shells to me smother,A shell as secured as that of an Oyster,Her lips singing a lullaby,A song as sweet as honey,Singing me the wonders of the world,Taking me far from faces not crony.
I wish I were a sleeping child,Sleeping in a cradle, cozy and furry,Smiling in his sleep, seeing dreams beautiful,Journeying faster than time would hurry,Innocence in every expression,Wrinkles of hardships you could hardly find,Peaceful as the tunes from a flute,Melodious in every sighs and sounds,Sleeping a sleep, I haven't slept for years.
A never-ending wait 2007-06-24 00:00:00 It was drizzling that day, though the monsoons were yet to come knocking. The drizzle had made the weather a bit cooler and pleasant, though the sun was trying its level best to come out of the clouds. Faces were lit with smiles, rather a relief from the burning hot weather it was a few days back. I parked my car and stepped towards my apartments when the guard told me, "Sir, be careful, there's a stray dog under the stairs of your apartment. I have called the sweeper to get rid of it. Be careful that it does not bite. I nodded my head and walked and as I neared the stairs, I could hear the growl of a dog, angry at someone coming to drive it out. I peeped to look at who this un-invited guest was and found a small, furry creature, wet in rain, shivering. A combination of black and white and the division of color was so artistic that one would feel as if somebody has painted it. The face had a clear half in black and the rest in white.
The first look made it apparent that it was not a
Down the memory lane 2007-06-18 00:00:00 The pressure was immense and was evident on everybody who was given the responsibility. We had to hire more than 400 people in less than 3 months because of a huge expansion that we had to initiate. I, though was very less into HR activities was called as it was a moment where participation was required. Our ads were on leading newspapers and we have various venues scheduled to conduct interviews. I was handed over a venue to which I was supposed to go from the next day onwards. Though it was a relief from the normal shifts, I would rather have preferred my role in the office.The next day I got up early in the morning, which I was not used to at least for about 5 years now, got ready and set out for the interview venue. I reached the venue before time so that I could prepare for the interviews which would normally span more than 1 round.Candidates started trickling in and my activities started. A few were selected and yet others rejected. The rejected ones had a dejected and demotivate
Diwali - Then and Now 2007-06-17 00:00:00 As the lamps or, Diyas that we call it began glimmering all around, my mind and thoughts leapt across to my childhood. I could see myself standing there in my balcony and looking across to other children lighting crackers.Lamps glowed all around and were spreading light even in the darkest of corners.But I had to wait for Papa to come so that i could join the ones out there lighting crackers.There were lots of people out there in the open, all dressed up and all of them with their families - children, father, mother, grandfathers and grandmothers.Crackers were tolerable - less of sound but more of beauty. People spent time in pujas, before they would come out to enjoy. Lots of open spaces meant that the one not interested could stay at home and prefer not to be disturbed. Naturality was the flavor - everything natural, be it the diyas, the crackers, the enjoyment etc.The next moment there I was standing in my balcony about 10 years later. What was around was a changed Diwali. Lamps and
Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 2007-09-23 00:00:00 Home they brought her warrior dead:She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:All her maidens, watching, said,"She must weep or she will die."
Then they praised him, soft and low,Called him worthy to be loved,Truest friend and noblest foe;Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,Lightly to the warrior stepped,Took the face-cloth from the face;Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,Set his child upon her knee--Like summer tempest came her tears--"Sweet my child, I live for thee. Read more:Warrior
A Lost Winner 2007-09-17 00:00:00 The smoke had subsided,And the noises dead,Some of them rejoiced,And yet others fled,Victory for some,And loss for the other,I wonder, Oh! God,Who were the looser?And who were the others.
I saw an old man,Against his stick, stooping,Barely could he walk,Searching for something,He was on the victors' side,Yet he had lost something,I wonder, Oh! God,Is he a looser who lost everything?Or, a victor who gained nothing.
I saw a woman in a corner,Quiet she was, yet sobbing,No shoulder to lay her head on,Ahead lay, a life so tiring,She was on the looser' side,Whom did she loose to,She was wondering,I wonder, Oh! God,What game is this,That a looser loses once and for allAnd a victor gains none at all.
I saw a child in her bed,Innocence in her eyes bearing,Waiting for her father to come,Sweet tunes of lullaby bearing,I wonder, which side she was,She had not played a thing,And yet she had lost it all,I wonder, Oh! God,Why do we play game like these,Where victors don't stand,And looser don't f
The Last Laugh 2007-09-12 00:00:00 Cricket is in our blood. We live and die cricket. But then why is it that we are being called as chokers. Why is it that we let it go at the final frontier? Probably it has something to do in our genes.
The just concluded India Vs England series was one such example. We were 3-1 behind and then we played like champions to equalize at 3-3 only to choke in the final decider and loose convincingly.
We could only score about 187 odd runs and couldn't threaten the English batting line up at all. We lost the match.
Is this because we lack the killer instinct. Probably yes. We have always lacked it. Just imagine a match where 2 of our best in form and top most batsmen being given out by an umpire by mistake and we walking out of the match because of this just taking it into our stride. How much acceptable is it? Had this been with any other country, there would have been a protest. Look at the English captain who in the 6th ODI protested at the umpire when he called for a 3rd umpire decis
CHAK DE- India, A hockey win at last 2007-09-11 00:00:00 Finally, India
learnt how to win in their once national sport - Hockey. Is it that they had forgotten how to play or, is it that they had forgotten how to win, it would be difficult to answer the question. But if just by watching a movie like CHAK De, INDIA this Indian team who had never in the near future even peeped into the finals of a major tournament, could win one of those ever eluding trophies by beating a strong team like that of Korea convincingly, then it is a must for all of us to watch this movie.
Not taking away any credit frfom the team, who for once at least played as a team, I would still say that this movie is one of those few lessons in leadership that probably no classroom session could teach any of the leaders.
Whatever it is, the moral of the story is WE WON. Read more:hockey
Sally in our alley 2007-09-09 00:00:00 Of all the girls that are so smartThere's none like pretty Sally
;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.There is no lady in the landIs half so sweet as Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
Her father he makes cabbage-nets,And through the streets does cry 'em;Her mother she sells laces longTo such as please to buy 'em;But sure such folks could ne'er begetSo sweet a girl as Sally!She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
When she is by, I leave my work,I love her so sincerely;My master comes like any Turk,And bangs me most severely:But let him bang his bellyful,I'll bear it all for Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
Of all the days that's in the weekI dearly love but one day-And that's the day that comes betwixtA Saturday and Monday;For then I'm drest all in my bestTo walk abroad with Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.
My master carries me to church,And ofte
Earn while you surf 2007-09-03 00:00:00 I recently joined AGLOCO because of a friend recommended it to me. I am now promoting it to you because I like the idea and I want you to share in what I think will be an exciting new Internet concept. AGLOCO's story is simple:Do you realize how valuable you are? Advertisers, search providers and online retailers are paying billions to reach you while you surf. How much of that money are you making? NONE!AGLOCO thinks you deserve a piece of the action.AGLOCO collects money from those companies on behalf of its members. (For example, Google currently pays AOL 10 cents for every Google search by an AOL user. And Google still has enough profit to pay $1.6 billion dollars for YouTube, an 18-month old site full of content that YouTube's users did not get paid for! AGLOCO will work to get its Members their share of this and more.AGLOCO is building a new form of online community that they call an Economic Network. They are not only paying Members their fair share, but they're building a co
A Red Red Rose 2007-10-01 00:00:00 My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June : My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I : And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun : And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love, And fare thee weel a while ! And I will come again, my love, Thou' it were ten thousand mile.
Unsung Poetry 2007-10-01 00:00:00 Beside the river flowing,Underneath the tree,I used to see her everyday,She as beautiful as poetry.
When I crossed her everyday,She would blink at me,And when she heard me singing at times,She would pass a smile at me,Sitting underneath the tree,She as beautiful as poetry.
I knew my songs she loved very much,I knew my words she liked very much,But never ever did she utter a word,Why was she so, I often wondered,She, sitting underneath that tree,She, as beautiful as poetry.
I once asked what her name was,She showed some signs with her hand,Which I could hardly understand,And then she wrote her name on the sand, "Anupama",
I said to myself, "that is true",'Coz nothing compares to you,Your silence is sweeter than,The songs sung by a cuckoo,There she sat underneath the tree,She as beautiful as an unsung poetry.
*Meaning of Anupama (Hindi term)= something that has no comparison Read more:Poetry
Quotes on the system 2007-10-07 00:00:00 "Speak, your lips are free,Speak, it is your own tongue,Speak, it is your own body."- Faiz Ahmad Faiz
"Having a little inflation is being a little pregnant."- Dian Cohen
"Any suffuciently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."- Arthur C Clarke
"Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned."- Milton Friedman
"Good old days: Beer foamed and drinking water didn't."- Anon
"Free trade is not based on utility but on justice."- Edmund Burke
"I Say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a wearer of new clothes."- Thoreau
"The foundation of a clever country is its education system."- Robert James Lee hawke (Former Australian PM) Read more:Quotes
The Solitary Reaper 2007-10-05 00:00:00 Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the grain,And sings a melancholy strain;O listen! for the Vale profoundIs overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chauntMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travellers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:A voice so thrilling ne'er was heardIn spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,Breaking the silence of the seasAmong the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago:Or is it some more humble lay,Familiar matter of to-day?Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sangAs if her song could have no ending;I saw her singing at her work,And o'er the sickle bending;--I listened, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more.
The Mahatma 2007-10-02 00:00:00 Exactly 60 years ago, a lean man clad in a dhoti took on the mighty english empire, without any arms or, weapons. He won the freedom for our country with his simplicity and his mantra of non-violence. The youth has no given this mantra a new name-"gandhigiri".We might call it with whatever name we would want to, but the important question is, "Are we still following those simple principles". My answer to this question would be a big "NO". We are not following his principles.
We and our political leaders would flaunt our khadi dresses, or deliver speeches on the mahatma, but we seldom care to follow his simple principles.Be it a simple brushing of my vehicle to another one, or a love-affair between my sister and a person whom I do not like, we prefer to settle it once and for all. Murder them. From children who are less than 16 years old to elderly who are above 80 years,we have finally taken to the killing way to achieve our goals. Is this what the mahatma taught us. Probably not.
Only Read more:Mahatma
The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk 2007-10-13 00:00:00 I am monarch of all I survey,My right there is none to dispute,From the center all round to the sea,I am lord of the fowl and the brute.O Solitude
! where are the charmsThat sages have seen in thy face?Better dwell in the midst of alarmsThan reign in this horrible place.
I am out of humanity's reach,I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech,--I start at the sound of my own.The beasts that roam over the plainMy form with indifference see;They are so unacquainted with man,Their tameness is shocking to me.
Society, Friendship, and Love,Divinely bestow'd upon man,Oh, had I the wings of a dove,How soon would I taste you again!My sorrows I then might assuageIn the ways of religion and truth,Might learn from the wisdom of age,And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Ye winds that have made me your sport,Convey to this desolate shoreSome cordial endearing reportOf a land I shall visit no more!
My friends--do they now and then sendA wish or a thought after me?Oh, tell Read more:Alexander
Teary Questions 2007-10-17 00:00:00 Eyes opened wide for a moment,
And then it closed,
Eyelids blinked just for a while,
Perhaps to cry, or was it to smile,
I wonder,
But then that drop of pearl,
Just peeped out of the eye,
And asked me a questions few,
Should I fall and shall I die?
Shall I drop to the earth and shatter into pieces,
But before I do,
Could you tell me a reason why?
I had no words and I had no answers,
I could just watch it happen,
Like a dumb spectator,
I saw it fall into the earth,
And shatter into pieces,
A moment ago, it was here,
And then I saw it disappear,
I wonder,
What the answers could be,
To questions a few my tears asked me.
Smorty - Earning by blogging 2007-10-22 00:00:00 I was browsing through different websites that came up while I was searching Google. A lot of them were very interesting and had real good offers for part-time bloggers like me. I had always seen blogging as a hobby and nothing more than that. But these offers I came across on the web made me think twice. These websites made me realise that I could get paid for blogging. I came to know that there was more to it that just a hobby and that I could blog for money. I learnt that I could advertise on blogs and earn money from them. Doing this wasn't difficult either.
A lot of sites had to offer a lot. Some had very catchy campaigns and ads and I finally decided to sign up for a few of them. One amongst them was "Smorty". A very well designed website caught my attention. I signed up with them and found that the process was one of the easiest I could find. Simple and easy steps to signing up and adding your blogs along with a very easy to understand control panel was the first attractions. W Read more:Earning
The shelf of mine 2007-11-04 00:00:00 I once arranged that shelf of mine,That shelf of mine with books I love,And I read,And I read through every line,To the last page from the first,Books that I had read through,And would want to touch again,Books that were chapters in my life,Chapters of joy and sorrows,Happiness and pain,
Of friends and relations,Of people who had come into my life,Like a cool wind or, breeze,And gave me that warmth I ever longed for,And people who suddenly went out of my life,I don't know where, I don't know why,Away they went to far off places,Where my letters and messages could never fly,
Leaving those chapters behind,Chapters that I arranged as books,And put into that shelf of mine,Books that I had completed,And would want to read, when I am,Lonely and thinking of them,Books that were chapters in my life,Books that I had completed,And would perhaps like to read again,So I arrange that shelf of mine.
Politicians or, Politico-DONS 2007-11-09 00:00:00 This photograph is of one of our leaders; a politician who is leading one of the most mineral rich states in India. For me a leader is somebody whom I would emulate, I would want to follow, whom I would consider my ideal. Is this person in the photograph worthy of it.
Read below an excerpt about him in one of the leading dailies and I bet you would not want to emulate him. But alas, he is somebody who is running the affairs of the country. The dailies very proudly writes, "Politician turned DON". But who made this man a politician, a leader. We the foolish citizens in this democracy.
"Such is Anant's terror that his mere gaze at a building sends shivers down the occupants' spine. The other day he was driving through in his Mercedes when he stopped by a building and got out - almost simultaneously the cops got a phone call with a quavering voice at the other end complaining that Chhote Sarkar was looking in the direction of his house." - Excerpt from the Times of India.
When a hindi Read more:Politico
The Last Rays of light 2007-11-17 00:00:00 As the deep breathes, you hear no more,And slight
gasps take their place,As my heart beats subsides,As if they forgot their pace,There are no more words, mouth can speak,And all you hear are sighs of despair,I want you to open my doorAnd open it wide,Open it wide,That I can see the last rays of light
Dreams, when I see no more,Sleep, I would get no more,Eyes try heard to see a face familiar,Ears wish to hear someone very near,When darkness covers the face of the day,And even the last lights starts to fade away,I look to my door,To see it open wide,I see it open wide,An wait for the last rays of light.
How many more such blasts? 2007-11-25 00:00:00 The picture of bodies lying scattered here and there is not new to any NEWS channel in India because we are probably the worst terrorism affected coutries in the world. Terrorists can walk into anything and anywhere and plant a bomb which will go off killing scores. The NEWS channels, the government and we the people would mourn for the dead for a few days and then forget everything and move on as if nothing happened only to see the same thing again in a few days.
The below photograph is one such blast from Uttar Pradesh. All that we could see in all the NEWS channels were dying people and agony all around. The State government has the Central government and the Intelligence agencies to blame and the vice versa. But what about the people who died and who were injured, some injured to such an extent that they would be handicapped for life. What is it that they get, a compensation of Rs.50,000 from the state government. Is that enough?
We have always been crying that other powerful count
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