As we all know Christmas commemorates the birth of Jesus, by our limited knowledge. Christians believed Jesus had been conceived, the date of the Roman winter solstice. Winter Solstice marks the longest night of the year, when earth is farthest from the sun. Since the days are getting longer and the nights shorter, this day marks the victory of Sun over the darkness.
So now we have a little bit of an idea of what it actually is.
If you are news alcoholic, if you read newspaper religiously, watch news channels more than big brother, well this might be an uncensored version of all that you know, and some things that you need to know. If you’re none of described above, well this might not be a merry read for you. You might be impaired by what you’re about to read-the big word- Wikileaks. You must be having a rough idea- seen or read about wikileaks while fetching the newspaper to your dad, or browsing through the channels searching for your favorite masala tv.
Guessing it might be some sort of Wikipedia leaks, well it is not. In fact, when you go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WikiLeaks you observe the first sentence as,
All my friends wonder at me because I hardly watch any movies, not much TV. They talk about shows that 9 out of 10 would follow like doctor’s prescription, and stare at me in amazement when I don’t have a clue. I say to myself, Hey I watch TV but what I watch isn’t mainstream masala TV.
I watch programs like I was Bitten, I Shouldn’t be alive, Man vs. Wild… I wonder why? Most of my friends live life the way they should, I think of death more than them. How would it feel? How would that transition be like? Is there an afterlife? I know there is certainly one.
I am Googling weird things... Searching for something that cheers me up!
And finally I am hit by a thought that how a teen's life resembles to a donkey... (Dare you recall my photos!!)
Or rather worse at times!!
The amount of work a teen is supposed to do is as difficult as carrying tons of load on your back. The load of expectations of family and friends, studies, the competition ahead, and career takes its toll on an adolescent’s mind. A numb mind, a tired soul, that wishes to just sit back a give itself a moment ofpeace not silence. Do we not deserve care, love, and appreciation or not going too far, at least we deserve to be heard?
A lot of instances come in life when you want to cry, but you don't get a shoulder to cry upon. Even if we cry, look to give things up, the world shows no mercy.
I look at a donkey carrying heavy load; he doesn't look alien to me. So I ended up Googling "Home for Helpless Donkeys". Like a vagabond, I wandered across a number of pages and learnt about something substantial.
And i found strikingly similar..... Home for Helpless donkeys!
Talking about donkeys, there are many of those, street donkeys, asses & mules in Leh that have been injured similar to what happens everyday around us. Many of them are old, disabled and no longer able to work so they are abandoned in the street, left on their fate. After an already hard so called 'life' , they are compulsed to feed on trash around them . We're also heading the same road. We are capable to do almost anything at youth but not quite at old. And that moment I don't think we would ever be cared. You can't prevent yourself from feeling for this animal and for yourself as well.
Here we can talk about a very unique idea of aHome. Unique for the way, Humans treat animals. "Home for Helpless Donkeys" is the answer to this big question. It was set up by South African photojournalist Joanne Lefson and run by caretaker Padma Dorje where these lovely cute donkeys receive medical care, food and a sanctuary away from Leh's vicious dogs. They are being given a life that they deserve probably more than us. Or not quite!
Isn't it amazing, eating, mating and playing with a warm space to sleep, Oops!! only for donkeys. I was pretty touched with the kind gesture some people have shown for this discarded breed of animals.
But I wonder why we confuse a donkey’s innocence for stupidity!
Wonder why we use his name as slang..
I feel pathetic for this misdemeanor and apologetic to this wonderful creature.
Next time you see a stray animal think about his misery, an d feed something … Let’s be human to animals..
There should be a place for me as well somewhere- after being called a donkey a million times by fellows, I certainly feel I stand a chance to get admission in the Home for Helpless donkeys! Hopefully there should be no entrance test there.
If there is one, I would rather be myself going there. I am sure they'll understand.
The Battle for the GvSparx Logo is hotting up as the creative heads come up with mind boggling ideas. If you got some talent, give it a shot and mail your entry to gvsparx@gmail.com
It will be posted and the one which gets most votes, will be made official.
I have not written the names of the competitors, to keep voting fair. I will surely do so once the voting ceases.
India, a country which is known for beautiful natural diversity, rich heritage, and culture. India taught the meaning of civilization to the universe. We live in a country where Ram leaves his throne and accepts 14 year exile to respect the words of his father.
It happens only in India.
But India has come a long way, we've have developed in terms technology, infrastructure, and economy, but India is losing what it is synonymous with- its culture.
We are developing at real pace, a kid who once went to school in 'khaki' pant and blue shirt on his bicycle, today goes to his school in his new Beetel, listens to music on his apple ipod, and is online 24x7 on his 3rd generation cell phone even in classroom.
Often wonder if we really have any patriotic self within us. Gone are the days when we used to struggle for our independence. Gone are the days when we were so very pumped up to get our country free . Are they really gone?
Not quite! Patriotism is way larger than that. It is about that feeling from deep inside, though little inhibited at time, though invisible superficially but yeah it is there within us..
The moment when you see a national flag.
The moment when you hear a good old fascinating patriotic song.
The moment you see Sachin getting a hundred.
The moment you see the newspaper saying a new advancement the country made.
Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment. In philosophical context, love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection. In religious context, love is not just a virtue, but the basis for all being. Love is God....
Ah! That is how Wikipedia defines it... Haha!!
Some engineers really need help; they go to Wikipedia for anything and everything.
Anyways back to topic, love is a beautiful emotion that entices souls, it binds people irrespective of the physical difference between them, it unites them into one being...
That is the beauty of love. Amazing!! Isn't it?...
The path is treacherous but I expected it to be… I never expect a bed of roses, for they are momentary, they wither and they are lost… The stones, the thorns are not transitory ,they are always there making you to fall every now and then, paining ,making your feet bleed…teaching you, making you stronger, tough… They keep you alert keep your head running... That’s what makes a person, that’s what makes a ‘Character’…
Ahead is a blood feast,
O God! Turn me beast..
For the War is very near,
And my eyes can’t carry fear..
A Man who can be brutal on himself can turn his fortunes on its head…
The man who can drive himself further, when the effort gets painful is The Man who will win…
I was wondering at what measures the success of one's life-Money, Power, Fame...
Yeah! The world recognizes these as symbols of success..
But what about terms like prosperity, happiness, satisfaction.... none of the above mentioned three can give you those.. For these three you need life in you, and who gives you life?
Alive people around you,
Friends, Family and Lovers!!
They make it for you.
Anyways, here I am to entertain you, to stir some emotions , to make you feel some love...
Heart, Heart beats, Soul, Emotions, all these are deeply associated with love but they are within one, intangible, invisible..
As it is said eyes are the doors to the heart...
Let us try...
An insight what's in the heart and endevour to feel the touch!!!
************The Touch Of Love************
Language:
Eyes
It wasn’t the right time,
The choice wasn’t mine..
Everyone warned me,
It wasn’t meant to be..
I was astray, aimless, and free,
My life was wayward as I wanted it to be..
I was caught in your daze,
Unaware of this maze..
I had a taste of those gleaming eyes,
They drown me in, did’t let me rise..
Your eye enslaves me,
Your allure amazes me..
Your glimpse was such a treat,
I wonder when my heart started to beat..
My eyes yearn for your sight,
As you turn this abyss bright..
I wonder how to let you know,
That I just can’t let you go..
I wonder how to let you know,
How much love I have for you..
As vivid as hues of the skies,
I have dreams for us in my eyes..
I wonder which color you would like,
As beautiful as your face, I see none alike..
I want to touch you,
To feel you,
To caress you,
To hold you in my arm,
To experience arcadia in your charm..
You’re beautiful beyond belief,
I feel I am in a dream..
The world says you’re a stranger,
For you I might be a mere gazer..
I feel so forlorn,
I feel so alone..
What my heart says is beyond what words can describe,
I wonder if ever can I make you mine..
Don’t be so oblivious to my stare,
Don’t be so callous to my care..
Don’t leave me alone in this way,
We have to go a long way..
Hold my hand for a while,
Let’s walk together for a mile..
Let your lips utter my name,
Let me be your only mate..
I’ll never leave you behind,
I’ll always walk alongside..
Very few words, I don’t need to say
In this amalgamation of souls,Souls speak what words can’t convey..
This love is for life,
That defeats every strife..
If it still doesn’t convince you,
Insecurity and fear pinch you..
Peep into your heart,
Which figure do you see,
You don’t need to speak,
Your eyes just said to me..
I love you so much,
O Dear! You love me too..
To live in your eyes,
That’s all I want from you..
Akhiyaan
Na fursat thi na avsar tha,
mujhe koi shauk na tha..
Na zarurat thi na zaruri tha,
sabne kaha bhi tha..
Mai to anjaan tha,
mujhe pta hi na tha..
Naam pyar ka,
Maine suna hi na tha..
Un akhiyo ko,jo dekha yu,
Dekhta hi reh gya jaane kyu..
Kuchh kaha un akhiyo ne,
Kuchh suna in akhiyo ne..
Dil jaane kab dhadakne laga,
Kuchh kuchh hone laga..
Talab jaagi aankho me,
Wo hi wo meri baato me..
Batlaau kaise bus pyar hai pyar kitna,
Dariyaa me vaari jitna,
Aasma me taare jitne,
Phoolo me rang hain jitne..
Kaise unn rango ko sajau teri akhiyo pe,
Tere chehre sa rang nahi in kaliyo me..
Chhukar zaraa dekhu to,
Mehsus karu tujhko..
Itni haseen tu nazneen,
Yakeen na aaye mujhko..
Sach hai ya sapna,
Tujhme hai koi apna..
Dil ki aawaz kaise sunaau mai,
Tujko kaise apna banaau mai..
Ab tu yu na fer nazar,
Mere pyar ki kar zaraa kadar..
Tanha na rehne de is kadar,
safar bada lamba ye safar..
Haath mera thaam to lo,
Ek baar mera naam to lo..
'Na jaunga mai door tujse ek pal bhi' sun lo na,
'Na jaoge tum door mujse ek pal bhi' keh do na..
Janmo ka saath hai ye,
Khuda ka farmaan hai ye..
Nahi yakeen, apni dhadkan sun zara,
Bataa de kya tere dil ne kaha..
Jo kaha tere dil ne,wo kaha teri akhiyo ne..
Suna meri akhiyo ne,samjha mere dil ne..
Pyar hai mujhe bhi,
Pyar hai tujhe bhi..
Ab mai jiu ya maru,
Sang bus tere hi rahu..
Sang bus tere hi rahu..
Hope You enjoyed it...
Now the stuff behind the scene.. I just heard a couple of lines of this song and the tune just stuck in my head.. The rhyme of this poem is based on the tune of this song.. Listen to the song.. And then you might try singing the lyrics up here.......
This is something that has never happened on GvSparx..
Completely new! But encouragement from you makes me do the different..
This time I've translated the complete post
Kabhi to Saath Chalo to English without using Google Translate for all those who can't understand my Hindi...
Time never stops. It races over you and you can't ask it to halt. Is it so emotionless, so unperturbed, so mean. I don't want it to stop. I just ask it to walk along with me. I hope it agrees!
Life is a race. Every moment is a contest, everyday is a competition. We are a part of this mad race. Even if we try to we can't grow at our pace. They say time can heal every wound. I say time gives you wounds that cannot be healed. Feeling the pain, time gives us every moment there is an urge to flow and glide rather than gush and rush. I ask the might of time to walk alongside.
Note: The post given underneath is in Hindi. To view English version click Walk Along with me
Kabhi to Saath Chalo
Raftaar-e-zindgi kam nahi hoti,
Jung-e-zindgi khatm nahi hoti..
Daudna hai waqt se tez,
Raza poori nahi hoti..
Kaandhe zimmedario se jhuke hai,
Hausalo se tane hain..
Kadm thakaan me dafn hai,
Josh me badte rahe hain..
Mauka nahi naino ko nidra ka,
khuli aankho se khwab dekhna hai..
Mauka nahi jism ko madira ka,
nirantar aage badna hai..
Sagar kinaare dunia baithti hai,
mujhe ufanti lehero pe daudna hai..
Zameen par bahut bheed hai,
Mujhe aasmaano me udna hai..
Khush hu agar tuje ye manzoor hai,
varna pakka mera fitoor hai..
Rukna meri fitrat nahi,
Aaraam meri kismat nahi..
Fir bhi ek iltejah kubool kar sake to kar le,
mere dard ko mehsoos kar sake to kar le..
Shayad is daud me kuchh pichhe chhoot gya,
mai mai na raha har rishta jaise toot gya..
Khwaabo k ishq me neend bhool gya,
lambi udaano me zameen ko bhool gya..
Meri galti nahi,
waqt ka veg hi kuchh aisa hai..
Har koi behta chala jaata hai..
Ek baar jo behne lage,koi kinaara nahi milta,
ek baar jo doobne lage,koi sahaara nahi milta..
Tere nakhsekadm pe daudte rahe,
teri bisaat par pal pal zindgi khote rahe..
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere,
Manzilo ki nahi raasto ki chaah hai..
Udaano ki nahi hawao ki chaah hai,
daudne ki nahi aaj baithne ki chaah hai..
Rukna teri fitrat nahi,
Tujhe rok saku meri haisiyat nahi..
Tere sath daudne ki aaj chahat nahi,
Mai ruk saku aisi kismat nahi..
Kar sake to ye ehsaan mujhpar kar de,
Do pal ki zindgi mere naam kar de..
Humne bahut sitam sahe hai tere,
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere..
Aaj ye iltejah hai,
kal shayad na rahe..
Kal is shareer me,
shaayad dil hi na rahe..
Ek marti aatma ki antim khwahish poori kar de,
do pal is gareeb ke naam kar de..
Bahut daude hain hum saath tere,
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere..
Khud ki nahi fikr,na kadr,
Do pal to jeena hai..
Bus aaj hai khwahish ka zikr,
Kal fir zeher peena hai..
Khuli aankho se khwaab dekhunga,
Tujhse tez daudunga..
Teri bisaat par har baazi jeetunga,
Par shayad ek insan kho dunga..
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere....
Aye waqt kabhi to chal saath mere....
I read it over and over again in my school textbooks in small “Add to your knowledge" boxes and dismissed it as a mere accident but time has put it again in front of you and me as an accident and shameless blame game that transpired over 25 years and still continuing.
A tragedy became a political drama with characters- Warren Anderson, Arjun Singh and many more
Warren M. Anderson (born 1921) is a former chairman and chief executive officer of Union Carbide. He held these posts during the Bhopal Disaster in which an estimated 25,000 people died that took place in a plant belonging to a publicly traded Indian subsidiary, Union Carbide India Limited, in the city of Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, India.
A child is taught by his parents and teachers that if you make a mistake, don't make another of not apologizing for it. But Mr. Anderson has not been taught such lessons rather tricks to escape. He is a human in the end. Design might have been faulty, but the attitude of Mr. Anderson and America is beyond limits of pardon.
Greenpeace asserts that as the Union Carbide CEO, Anderson knew about a 1982 safety audit of the Bhopal plant, which identified 30 major hazards and that they were not fixed in Bhopal but were fixed at the company's identical plant in the US.
Union Carbide asserts that the Bhopal plant addressed all of the identified issues well before the December 1984 gas leak and that none of them had anything to do with the disaster.
Before pointing a finger at respected Mr. Anderson, let us look at our own self , our country , our leaders
One name that doesn't seem to die - Mr. Arjun Singh
If you grant right to an Indian science student or a Madhya Pradesh resident to kill one person it will not be Mr. Anderson but Mr. Arjun Singh. It seems as if even hell is not ready to accept him that is why he's still alive.
He destroyed lives of millions of students slogging their priceless youth struggling to get admission in premier engineering and medical colleges just to see an SC, ST, OBC fellow weighing 10% of his standards getting admission gracefully.
Once again not to surprise, his wonder works are in front of us.
As the Union Carbide CEO until retirement in 1986, Anderson was charged with manslaughter in the Bhopal disaster case. Anderson, having gone to India after the disaster, was arrested and released on bail by the Madhya Pradesh Police in Bhopal on December 7, 1984. He fled back to the US and refused to return to India.
It feels as if Mr. Anderson was invited to the beautiful country India for a holiday to watch bollywood flicks and wonder at the beauty of the Taj Mahal and then when he feels like, a bail would be issued and a luxury car to IGI airport, New Delhi-----> BACK TO HOME!
Pranab Mukherjee-
"It is very clear from the statement of Arjun Singh, which was published in The Times of India on December 8, 1984, that the law and order situation in Bhopal would have deteriorated and people's frenzy and temper were running high. Therefore, it was thought necessary to send him (Anderson) out of Bhopal,".
US foreign secretary had agreed to send Mr. Anderson to India on assurance that he won't be arrested, which stands as a surprise. It was accepted stands as a bigger surprise.
Can we put up a question here "why was he ever invited to India?"
there is no better answer than a HOLIDAY.
If you feel that my article is agitated exaggeration please don't read further. It is certainly full of anger and remorse but when I look at life in Bhopal I feel I am being very polite against this world.
It has been over 25 years and in India, crime kills thousands injustice kills millions. As it is said
Justice delayed is justice denied.
25 years passed away forget about justice, 25,000 who died and millions ,who have been living a life worse than death, are still crying and yelling for a touch of assurance and a word of care.
Today's scenario is half of the affected have been given compensation that too namesake. They lost what money cannot fulfill and what they are paying is what money can't buy. They are mourning in front of those who don't know the sense of loss and those who have lost the feelings of humanity and honesty. Wonder what the big guns traded 25,000 lives- for dollars, rupees or for free.
All I wish to say at this point of time, let us do our bit. Let us not let this flame die out this time. We took 25 years to wake up from our slumber. Let us uphold this torch and share it with all. Unite all fellows yell for Bhopal.