September 20, 2011


On one side you're asked to live every moment and the other to plan ahead for what the future holds.

So, just when you discovered and mastered the perfect way to brush you teeth every morning, someone mocked at you for being late to work and wasting time on petty things!

None to be blamed, for that's what we've come to. Where time itself has lost its worth, that's how far we've come.

For every reason or excuse, there follows an explanation, bathed in doubt and dipped in suspicion.

So, when you were told a certain product works well on dried ketchup stains, you'd not believe anyway!

None to be blamed, for that's what we've come to. Where you can trust none, that's how far we've come.

They ask you to see the little things and tell you in the end of the day, it's the big picture that matters.

So, when you forget to wish your Grandmother on her birthday, it was alright because you knew it was, and you assumed she did too.

There's really none to be blamed, we're all in this game. Fending for ourselves, that's how far we've come.

Such is the day we live in. Filled with perceptions, assumptions and contradictions - All hushed away into the dark and yet wide awake, looking into our eyes. This where we've come.

Where time, trust and your whole being are not to be blamed, that's how far we've come.

May 25, 2011

Les Materialists

All the world, and all it offers,
Fueling every heart with desire,
For everytime they catch my eye,
Every desire is set on fire.

From things that last forever,
Or a year, or two, or three.
From things that you probably hate,
Or things that will die with me.

To a child, a toy; To a man, a wheel,
To a woman, a diamond ring.
No matter who we are,
Each of us have a material song to sing.

Like a candy dipped in poison or poison in a candy,
It can come into your head like a worm.
You know you don't need it, yet you want it and you don't,
With desire in our minds, we squirm.

All the world, and all it offers,
To each his own, it will be,
For everytime it catches your eye,
It's a material world you'll see!

March 29, 2011

Thank God For Teachers!!

It is no wonder that the world, at one time came up with the concept of having a Guru. I wonder when it all began, but whenever it did, I am so glad it did!!! 

The reason is simple. Now that my little boy has begun learning his ABC's and 123's, I have to make an honest attempt to sit down with him so he learns it. It all began with enthusiasm, like many other first-times. Excitement to buy his first set of crayons, pencils and erasers. Hunting down good books with which I could 'educate' my child. And, I was ever so confident that he would pick up everything in a jiffy. Boy, was I wrong!! No, don't read me wrong here. Not like he has some sort of a learning disability. But each time we sit for our learning sessions, I remember my parents. I really do. How in the blue blazes did they get me this far?

Recognizing the alphabet and numbers came easily and very long ago. In fact, I think most kids learn that pretty soon. But today, when he writes H instead of A and makes 12 look like a duck drowning in water, after a good 6 months or more of him learning to write, it ticks me off! He even has a big red book that he got as a gift from a good friend which has loads of writing, reading and coloring exercises. I sit with him to work on it. I really do, I promise. But, by the 13th minute into us writing B for the 15th time and still drawing a big fat lady instead, it can be really frustrating.

So, well, I am not saying I am worked up about the fact that he is not learning things. He is. Just at his own pace. Just like every other child.  It is not like he is going to face his Bachelor's Degree examinations in two months, right?! Thinking of which - Teachers, professors, mentors, guides, gurus or whatever name you want to call them - are certainly a blessing to this society. I know its nothing new I am saying here. But, when you get to this stage of parenting is really when you realize how much people of this profession mean to this world. Thank god for teachers for otherwise I'd be having my  Blood Pressure skyrocketing every time I saw ABC!