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Showing posts with label Humanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humanity. Show all posts

Monday, April 20, 2015

Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
be not proud,
You are but human,
reflecting what I permit you to

Switch off the lights above
My spots and moles are hidden
leaving me softly beautiful

Leave the window open
the sunlight forms a halo
Sainthood forced on me

Sometimes I appear garish
cruel and hypocritical
when lights are in overdrive

Darkness defeats you
my shadow is all you see
Unidentifiable

If only you could peep in
and see emotions raw
Heartbreak and jealousy
Anger , ire and sorrow
Dreams and hopes
Suppressed passions

But you are just a painted piece of glass
Reflecting only what I allow you to.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Poets

Poets are never yours. They just belong to their muses. And the problem is anybody and anything can become a muse .
Secondly- poets are insecure. they need constant reassurances that they are good. And you just are at loss on how to reassure them because it will never be enough
Third - Normal conversation is almost gone. You feel like you are dating an English grammar text book. Fourth - They only know to receive compliments , they don't know how to give one. And no writing a poem on how good the last night was doesn't count as a compliment.
Yes poets make you a poet too temporarily , but you lose out on your own identity and aspirations. Because I admit a poet can project his life as an inspiring one, but that is his life you are living, not yours and you don't even get acknowledged or appreciated for that. Yes poets make you aware of many things, but most of all your incompetence . Poets are not liable to make you jealous. They actually have to make you jealous otherwise their art fails and that is my personal take.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Rush(A short story)!

                     You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop Snoogums-Boogums.. ."the alarm clock danced again after being  tightly slapped once before.It's 7:46 a.m.He almost jumped like a spider man,two feet high from his bed when his half conscious mind and drowsy eyes sensed the time by the alarm clock.It's maths final paper today at 8:00 a.m.Cursing his habit of being irresponsible he rushed towards the bathroom.Things were already hotchpotch.Within 10 minutes someone he managed to change his alien appearance and got the recognition of looking a social-being to himself.It was all done.
                                                                                                                                                                                                   
He packed his bag after wasting two minutes in scrutinizing the admit-card which was hidden behind the book-self.And now while searching for the bike key,he almost ran marathon race but still keys were playing a tough game of hide and seek with him.The clock was ticking fast,he had to find a way out of this difficult situation.Searching is now getting transformed into shouting and screaming.
                                                                                                                                                               
Suddenly a gentle and soft voice came from inside which almost soothed his brain which was filled with paranormal thoughts and fearful tornadoes."Here are your keys, and
I've put lunch and water-bottle in your bag.Go fast and drive slowly."his mother replied.
His heart was assuring his head that even Oxford dictionaries are error-prone.They didn't  include the synonyms of love and affection as mother.Did they?
Just after convincing his puzzled head  by his own thoughts, he flew at an immense speed to reach his destination as soon as possible.
                                                                                                                                                                     
The weather was quite amusing.The radiance and heat of the sun was somewhat restricted due to moisture in the air because of gradual rainfalls.Colourful clouds were dancing and embarking the beginning of the new wonderful day.
It was drizzling a bit and the cool breeze has added an excitement to it.The murmuring sound of the blowing leaves due to gentle breeze,the chirping songs of birds,the sensational music in his ear phone plugged ears, nothing was able to amuse and please his numb brain which was still struggling with the thoughts  of  getting late in his final maths exam.
The speedometer  has refused to  circulate further ahead,he was already flying like an eagle with an immense speed but was still far away from his destination.It was 8:10 already. 

Suddenly  the traffic jam in between the streets had seek ed his attention.It was an accident case.With not-so-interested-mood he parked his bike at the corner and marched towards the crowd encircling the old-lady.
She was thrown two feet away from roadside by a young passionate biker while crossing the road.She was shivering with pain,her left hand was injured and was constantly  bleeding.
The atmosphere was intense and fearful.The young biker had been forcefully grabbed under the arms of three men which appeared like they were punishing him for the unintentional crime he had done.
Frustrations of people could be easily sensed by their anger laden red faces.Each one was showing sympathy towards wrong done to the poor lady.Each one was
busy giving speech  to the young man.Some were violently rebuking,some were silently.Seeing the whole drama he was a bit confused.                                                                                                                                                   

The pathetic circumstances and the whole scene generated had already wasted his precious 15 minutes.His heart and inner soul was screaming from inside and forcing him to take an initiative and help that old lady and help her to get proper treatment.He had no mirage of any hospital visible as far as he could see.Its going to take at least half an hour to reach the nearby hospital.
 
His brain was sharply doing calculations as was already prepared to rock the maths paper.
It's a fight between his head and heart.He couldn't screw his complete maths paper for sake of humanity.He was emotional and helping by nature.He used to do his best to make people happy.But the 'rush' towards his destination had made him blind today.Suddenly his heart stop responding the puzzles generated by his selfish brain.It went numb to the issue within the fraction of seconds.
He insanely left the place,started the bike and flew towards his destination consoling his heart by the fact that someone from the crowd would certainly help that poor old lady.He just silently prayed for that poor lady.      
                                                                                                                                                                              
Humanity was intensely being raped by the dominating 'selfish-human nature'.
   
The mirage of the poor lady,trembling with fear,constantly bleeding,shivering with pain,trembling voice asking for help was still echoing in his mind.The voice was getting louder and louder.It almost reached up to the extent that it would burst his ear drums.He protested and moved to and fro and something hard was whacked at his ass.He was fallen from his bed.He was dreaming.It takes him 2 minutes to get the realization that  it was one the worst nightmares.The tender voice of his Mom reached his ears which proved he was dreaming.

"Wake up fast.See  I've got a surprise for you.Yesterday the protest you and your friends did against Corruption to support Anna-Hazare movement in your college was being published in the newspaper.I'm screaming like hell to get you know this thing and here's your photo,published today in the newspaper.I surely assure myself,my son is going to do something big,not just for us but for the country as well.He is on the verge of making his nation developed.I'm happy to see you on the path of Humanity."

"Yes Mom,I'm following the path of Humanity and your son can never be selfish.",the only words he uttered just to see a convincing smile on her mom's face. 

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Child Labour-A Shame!

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                        Child labour is ubiquitous, even though it varies in form and degree. A scar on the world’s conscience in the twenty-first century, it is a social evil and a ban against development. Generally, regressive in nature, it is a serious global issue worth paying attention to.Many solutions and remedies are suggested to fight against this baffling problem.



 Childhood is the best time of our lives.A time of love and laughter,of being pampered,time of learning and discovering where our own particular strength lies,describing our ambition and becoming passionate for anything.But the present scenario is different. Children,specially living in a developing countries like India face many difficulties.They are exploited and abused.
Most inhuman and arduous form of child exploitation in India is the age old practice of bonded labour.Fear,guilt,anger,frustration,pain,hate and above all helplessness,these assorted and jumbled feelings numbed their existence.Devastated and shattered they suffered those nightmares alone.Our blooming flowers spreading the fragrance of love,affection and innocence are brutally crushed and blow like dry leaves.All these kinds of exploitation leave scars on the soul of the child which they carry throughout their life. Yes,in India,almost every second child unfortunately goes through this trauma.


According to wikipedia definition,”Child labour refers to the employment of children at regular and sustained labour”.People have many misconceptions regarding it.A child who delivers newspapers before school,helping in the family business and earning pocket money outside the school hours will become a productive member of society.Children working for betterment of their family or the ones  who are earning should not be confused with the ones who are being exploited. Actually these children help support their families,doing labour or working in homes or hazardous industries.But if they constantly battle the storms of hunger and disease ,are denied of basic education and health care or if they face an unrelenting struggle to lead a life of dignity then the issue must not be taken for granted.It should  be treated seriously because this become the root cause of a disease called 'Child Labour' which is spreading like a forest fire in many developing countries.


Causes of an immense increase in Child Labour:

Poverty:Children belonging to poor families are compelled to work to earn their livelihood.This compulsion force them to fall into the never ending black hole of agony and suffering. It forces to take the low remuneration work which results into many social evils.

Families living below poverty line have a huge contribution in increasing the graph of this baffling problem at an immense rate.

Ignorance of the intrinsic value of education.Due of lack of education,girls,they are drawn into prostitution.On the other hand,boys get indulged into pick-pocketing and many others ingenuous tasks.In urban cities children are mostly working in the canteens and restaurants or engaged as domestic servants,picking rags and hawkery goods.Statistics show some 8.5 million children are engaged in unconditional forms of child labour and child abuse issues.

 Family size also plays a major role in this issue.A family with more than 2-3 children are more prone to this kind of issues.Immoral employers make full use of it and exploit children without any mercy.Children are found to be better producers of certain products such as knotted carpets and other such kinds of goods. Hence, these children are hired and exploited to work and produce such types of goods. This is known as “NIMBLE FINGER THEORY”.
In domestic matters, children can be made to work easily and at the low wage. Moreover, the masters can dominate them easily. Thus, the number of children working in households constitutes the major part of child labour.


Solutions And Remedies:
The best way to find solution to this immensely increasing problem is to spread awareness,educate children and their parents as well.Emphasis should also be on education programs for adults,especially women.

Increase adult wages so there is less need for children to work.Probably,this may help children to get a better chance to live and cherish their childhood days.Decreasing the working hours may also help them to contribute their more time in studies and other fun activities.

The working conditions should be improved.Health and safety of children should be ensured.Hazardous and exploitative work such as bonded labour,child sex abuse,child prostitution,military conscription,mining and work that exposes children to toxic substances or extreme temperature conditions should be banned by law and people breaking this law should strictly be punished.

 Our former president of India and a well known scientist Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam Azad said, “All of us should feel proud on all literate, intellectuals, entrepreneurs and affluent citizens of the country but it should not be forgotten that such categories of persons are almost surrounded from all corners by large number of people who are poor, illiterate and malnutrition. They make our life comfortable and worth living by hard work of day and night and it may be dangerous to neglect them ….”Stop neglecting them. Instead of employing children as a domestic help,try employing their parents,suggest people to send their children to school.Don't buy products from manufacturers who employ child labour.
Children truly are God's precious gift to mankind.They are born to live and blossom.All we can do is to communicate,be aware and come out of the self made cocoon,come out of the shell of ignorance.Live and let others  live as it is beautifully remarked by Karl A. Menninger,"what is done to children, they will do to society”.


Our former president of India and a well known scientist Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam Azad said, “All of us should feel proud on all literate, intellectuals, entrepreneurs and affluent citizens of the country but it should not be forgotten that such categories of persons are almost surrounded from all corners by large number of people who are poor, illiterate and malnutrition. They make our life comfortable and worth living by hard work of day and night and it may be dangerous to neglect them ….”Stop neglecting them. Instead of employing children as a domestic help,try employing their parents,suggest people to send their children to school.Don't buy products from manufacturers who employ child labour.
Children truly are God's precious gift to mankind.They are born to live and blossom.All we can do is to communicate,be aware and come out of the self made cocoon,come out of the shell of ignorance.Live and let others  live as it is beautifully remarked by Karl A. Menninger,"what is done to children, they will do to society”.


Sayonara!
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