Archive | March 2013

Saving LIFE

Today is another day for narrating a true story.In a world of today where less compassion is spared for humans, least can be expected for plants and animals.By no means I tend to emphasis more on the needs of humans, when I state it.But it is a dilemma. When a human who can speak up for his rights and needs is declined, it is considered less likely for cold hearted humanity to take up responsibility of the requirements of other forms of life.
God has been kind to us.He created nature and animals to adorn our world with beauty, love and faithfulness.They brighten up our lives, and when the world turns cruel, they are always by our side.
Once a girl I know was coming back from work with her elder brother in a car. As expected, there were outbursts of traffic, because of rush hours.the car stood at a signal. Everywhere around, people in the cars were tired, drained off and irritated by the slow creeping lanes.Some had kids in the cars crying, desperate to reach home and enjoy television or meals.A few drivers were even
holding their throbbing, aching foreheads.
Traffic started creeping slowly as the signal went green.Suddenly, a young driver switched lane and by-passed all the cars at a high pace.The car stereo was switched on and anyone could hear the music from outside the closed car windows. He gained speed and suddenly the wheels of the car screeched. She became impatient and worried that there might have been an accident, but the long queue of cars in front blocked the view.Suddenly, her eyes caught a glimpse of a tiny puppy limping alongside the road and hiding in the bushes right beside the road.He was whining, terrified and in great pain.

As her car creeped up, to her horror she saw that the driver had fled from the scene in his car.The traffic was going on at a normal flow, there seemed no one who wanted to pull over and see what happened to the poor tiny soul hiding in the bushes.People were too busy and tired to care for a stray puppy, considering him least important at that moment in time.Humanity is growing cruel and ignorant, and we usually do nothing to change this bitter fact.Our priorities have changed a lot, and we have forced all other living things to wither, or wander astray. Life matters to us, but ONLY our own!
She couldn’t bear moving on.She thought that she can never forgive herself if she moved on and let life slumber into a miserable painful death.Her brother also wanted to take a look at the puppy and take him to a vet-nary hospital.They pulled over, got out of the car.The poor thing was hiding out of fear amongst the bushes, and was whining terribly.They got an empty fruit basket from a shop right opposite to the bushes and placed him in it.He was looking with cautious, painful, strange eyes.They took off for the nearest vet in town.Even at the slowest speed they were going, the faintest slightest movement of the car made them hear his shrieks.It was evident there was a fracture.
As they approached the vet, it started raining terribly.The doctor examined him and declared the puppy had four fractures on his left hind leg.It was a sad news, poor thing!All the while during examination, he whined out of pain.It was too much for him, he missed family, felt pain, and strange amongst strangers.
They said that they couldn’t conduct surgery as their surgeon was on leave, so they referred them to another vet.It was a bit far, so they decided to keep him for the night and then take him early morning. The vet prescribed pain killer to go through the night.
When they reached home, their family felt sorry for the pup.They wanted to console him, but it was no use.They fed him, and a quite peaceful corner of a room was declared as his sole property.
Next day, they took him to the hospital.Surgery was conducted, and the leg was cut off as it was in terrible shape.The doctors said a missing hind leg could do, he couldn’t have survived if it was a fore leg, cause he couldn’t get up without a missing fore leg.It really was disturbing and unfortunate for the cute pup.
He stayed at the facility for two days.He was given a good shower, turned bright new, infact he appeared quite dashing.He was a strong breed, tall.When they went to bring him home, he seemed to have missed them.He had developed a loving bond of compassion with his masters, a bond forever, a bond tested and trailed, and a faithful one!
He spent two years with them until he was shifted to a farm because he was a hound breed and keeping him in their neighbourhood wasn’t convenient enough.They still visit him and he runs fast as lightning on his three strong legs to remember the love and compassion they had showered upon him, and to gaze them with his puppy eyes and to love them fondly.
He is a living miracle of life, that God has given us all, to believe in miracles, to consider life the most precious and remarkable gift of God, to become a part of nature’s compassion, and to develop a soft corner for all the speechless lives around there which consider us superior and expect us to promote and nurture life itself, not to end it!All the creatures big or small need us, not to hamper nature’s flow of life, but to help it flow freely till the end of time…
These stray lives need a foster home, a foster care, which is much more than the stray lives they lead.Above all, they need life!

A Year of Blogging, YIPEEEE!!!

Today is the first anniversary of my blog. People say words are not enough….but my experience with words has taught me that words carve their own path into the hearts and minds of people, and sometimes they even create deep craters on the stone hard surfaces in there as well.

The journey of expression, thought sharing and compassion has been quite fruitful.If I have been able to stir even a single heart and mind, I will cherish it as an achievement.I believe there are many more to move and shake, and much more needs to be done in raising our spirits to recognise and honour the dignity of humanity.

Today it gives me great pleasure to sit and look back at my blogging experience, when a year back I started my blog to express myself.Although due to time constraints and other responsibilities i have not been a regular blogger, it is an achievement for me because it is my very first blog.I know that there is lots more to say, therefore I am looking forward to many more years of blogging ahead!

Happy Blogging to all!


Spending time with “I”



Since childhood, i had loved darkness….it must be hard to digest, but it’s indeed true. Making shadow puppets on the walls, even the slightest ray of light seemed a blessing in a dark room. If we close every gadget of ours, the cable, net… there is a sound of silence, which seems so soothing to our ears. Both darkness and silence, are a blessing.Because darkness dims our vision but enhances insight. We can peep inside us, something we never wanna do, something we never are fond of…infact we avoid. Silence, allows our inner-self to speak, the words it has been longing to say out loud, and to me they sound sweet!

Why do we fear our inner-voice, the face of our inner-self? I perceive that we fear to hear lots of bitter sweet truths, and we doubt the true face of ours is quite ugly. We tend to run awa from both of these unacceptable facts. “Our reality can never reach upto our fears” is what we declare to ourselves. Our apprehensions take over our anticipations. We all have alot to run away from,and somewhere in our lives we need to look right into our eyes and say “Look, lets set this straight….this is who i really am.Let’s be thankful it’s not worse. A few botox injections, or else facelifts, otherwise plastic surgeries will definately do!Face the world and start serious restructuring you hear!!!”

Ignoring our hearts and minds is a serious .It disconnects our body from soul, we are less human and cannibal without our thoughts and feelings. The less we listen to our inner voice, the more mistakes we commit, and more wrong decisions we take in life. Life is an opportunity of constant restructuring and refurbishing. A little repair here and there, with something new learnt every time will make a much better person out of us.



Listening to the voices from inside will give us inner peace too. Our conscience will always guide us in the right direction, only if we listen to it. Following the right path will eliminate all the mental confusions, worries and frustrations. Life will be more straight and simple, without any burdens or guilt. There will be no discord between our values and actions.

In today’s times, man has no time for himself. Life is full of hustle bustle.Our purpose in life has changed, so has the aims and targets.We are running around gathering money, with no time to spend it.In the midst of all this, taking out time for ourselves will help us recuperate our energies, rectify our actions, and redefine our objectives in life.

The dichotomy of humanity is evident from the indifference today. One group of us humans oppresses, and the other is suppressed, one kills and the other is killed, one has it all and the other is deprived. We have lost our sense and sensibilities.We all are leading lives as heartless, mindless robots, led by our needs and worldly desires.Life is not only the kind we live, it brings hardships for the other which we might never had heard of, because we have lost our sensitivity to detect pain, sorrow and needs of others.This is due to lack of kindness and understanding.Glancing inside us, we can find the lost tender hearts which feel for others.

Reminds me of Simon and Garfunkel’s song “Sounds of Silence”, here’s a dose of it:



Hello darkness, my old friend

I’ve come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sounds of silence

In restless dreams i walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

‘Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light i saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking



People hearing without listening

People write songs that voiced never share

And no one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools”, said I, “You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that i might teach you

Take my arms that i might reach you”

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

And echoed

In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out it’s warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls”

And whispered in the sounds of silence



Many interpretations of these lyrics have been given, but my opinion is different. I believe it states that if we don’t listen to our inner voices, our surroundings start influencing our views, and form our opinions according to it’s own hidden reasons.We suddenly start following whatever we are told, or whoever we are told to follow or obey.In short, we are victimised. One such opinion maker, is the media.circulating pre – formulated opinions around on hundreds of newspapers and thousands of televised news channels trap our thoughts into believing something we don’t actually agree with.It seems like a media propaganda to create an army of people who are like – minded and agree with your agendas or motives. In such a situation, being dogmatic is the approach.Gain sometime for your own, and shape up your opinions about various aspects of life which matter and directly influence us.

Life is a serious thing, not a piece of news column or a channel’s news report. Our views have serious implications over a wider perspective, we transform global opinions. We matter, so our opinions should be well – formed in global betterment.

So take a stroll in the park, or a walk in your garden, a jog on the track, or in a darkroom, close your eyes and peep inside….you will find yourself, as I find ‘I’….

My Privacy Fences…



I am residing within a bubble, my private abode

I inhale, dream, cherish within my own personal space

I’ve a small world, marked with the bounds of my isolation

I discrete intruders, candid cameras, and trespassers

I am confident yet confidential, extrovert yet need space

I am not arrogant yet defy, i am no celebrity yet social

I secluded my world from you all when i was judged

I was disdained, fooled, brought under limelight

Your comments, suggestions, analysis, interpretation

Describe me as a grouch, sourpuss, belly-acher, grump

I need solitude instead of publicity, i need no antagonists

I am not a prisoner of my seclusion, not chained by my freedom

I don’t need loneliness, just the right to safeguard my boundaries

You can join me in my world, just let me trust you in my territory

If you accept my bounds, and greet me from across with a smile

I might lower my privacy fence, so that you might come inside


Remorseless for the Homeless…

His hands are empty…..

All he had he gave away

All his life, all his dreams

All his health, all his strength

All his effort, and all the time

Time which nobody has for him

His eyes are searching for those

Who owe him goodwill, benevolence

They owe him support, company

Care, love, devotion……and time

In an old shabby corner of the street

Lies an old and lonely man in the snow

His whole life coming before his eyes

The good old memories haunt him

Dull faint heart aches and he longs…

All those cozy in front of fireplaces

Heedless about that old lonely man

Who swept their streets shiny clean

Homeless, penniless, breathed his last

Freezing in the snowstorm last night

While the heartless, thoughtless

Had sunken deep into remorselessness!