Saturday, March 11, 2006

Surajmukhi, pahchano svayam ko

O Surajmukhi,
tumhe dekh aksar
sochne par vivash ho jaati hoon.
Ki kyon tum apne poorna vaibhav main khil kar bhi,
ek suraj ka mukh takte ho,
aur mod lete ho apni dish
har badalti hui soraj ki disha ke saath.
Jab ki tum bhi jaante ho,
na vo rookega,
thamega,
na hi chodega apna ye roj ugane aur doobne ka niyam,
yoon hi ghumata rahega tumhe
is disha se us disha ke chor tak
ek vikshipt ki tarah,
pranaya ka pralobhan diye.
tum ek baar apne bheetar ke prakash ko pahchan
svayam ke liye vihason to,
main tumhara sooraj ban jaoongi,
main jo tumhari nishta,,
tumhri saadhna,
tumhari prerna hoon,
tumhe adig rahne ka marg batlaoongi,
aur ye bhi na kar pao to
apne surya ko uga kar dekho.
Tumhare is vishvas ka prakash kya kam hai
ki tumhe kisi surya ki aur
ujale ki bheekh ke liye jholi failani pade.Pahchano svayam ko,
aur is udhaar ki disha se dwigbhramit hone ko chod,
us paraye surya se mukh mod
apni ek disha chuno
(Neelima Arora)

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Friday, March 10, 2006

Broken dreams , persisting Hope

I remember the time, my eyes used to dream, dreams of innovations, dreams of doing something productive. But today when I look back, after so much of struggle, at what stage do I find myself? Comfortable? Yes.Satified? Nope!!!!!!!!!
Always I percieved the research field I entered as an opportunity to learn, to acquire new skills at a time and here I am changing fields, instead of learning, I am supposed to exercise some "selective amnesia" to fit in.The girl who used to question, her inquisitiveness has become a thing of past.Exploring different arenas has become a remote possibility and the very desire and effort of keeping myself updated about recent trends and uttering the slightest detail of any emerging technique of a field different than what I am supposed to(yes, "supposed to" )is becoming a question mark on my inclination to be in this field.I sometimes wonder whether my decision to enter this field was correct? But whom I should complain, when every decision was mine.I have been dwindled heavily with these thoughts and concern and the stress involved is killing. Why restriction on learning? Why do we need to see every problem with only one angle?Why I am the one getting concern about flaws in the ways things are done, why i keep on hitting my head and spoiling my sleep in night howwe can rectify the thing, finding solutions. Why i am not taking the tried and tested comfortable path of keeping my mouth shut and working?
"Main apni hi uljhi hui
raahon ka tamasha
Jaate hai jidhar sab
main udhar kyoon nahi jata"
But I know I will pass out the phase, and will keep on saying a spade a spade.I have to carve on my niche, frustrated I may be but I have not let the hope fly off from the side window.Only thing I need to dust off my zeal and borrow some criosity of a child and set out on my way and one day those dreams will return back , no not in the eyes, but in front of eyes, the place where they mean to be in the way they mean to be.I know it will be difficult to carry on in the way as I intend, but tell me a field where there will be no difficulties. I will better struggle than give up.
" I would rather stumble a thousand times
attempting to reach a goal,
than to sit in a crowd
in my weather-proof shroud,
a shriveled and self-satisfied soul.

I would rather be doing and daring
all of my error-filled days,
than watching, and waiting, and dying,
smug in my perfect ways.

I would rather wonder and blunder,
stumbling blindly ahead,
than for safety's sake
lest I make a mistake,
be sure, be safe, be dead"

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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

International women Day

I could not wrie a post as intended on International Women Day due to scarcity of time,This post is dedicated to all the women, spirit of womenhood.
Though the words are not mine, my feelings at moment reflect the spirit.
"Open your eyes and ears so that you can be alert
To the injustices of our sisters
Around the world:
Women suffering from lack of education,
From malnutrition,
From inhumane treatment and the
Disrespect of their societies.
Use your hands to build up our daughters
Give them the foundation
To become strong, healthy individuals
Who demand safe homes and streets
So they will no longer be victims
Of domestic,
Racial,
Sexist,
And unnecessary violence.
Walk on, though your feet may be weary
For you leave tracks behind you
That other women may find direction
From the lessons you have learned.
Be pleased with your unique bodies...
They represent your individuality!
Celebrate your spiritual, mental and physical journeys
That mold you
Into the person that only you can be.
Open your hearts;
Be proud of your empathy!
Nurture one another
And be jubilant in your tears
for those less fortunate,
For the moments that cause you to pause
And feel what life has to offer.
And, lastly, remember your voices!
Speak out, shout out, sing out
With the honor and integrity inherent in each of you...
Remember who you are with your song,
For it only takes one voice
To start a choir"

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Monday, March 06, 2006

Woh pal tasalli dete hain

" woh pal tasalli dete hain jab kandhon pe rishte khilte hain"(Those moments are the most satisfying when relationships prosper on one’s shoulder)
How true!
Suddenly this tagline of ICICI ad caught my attention and I was left thinking, again was lost in past . Feeling the same intensity of pain and the urge to cry on my bhaiya's shoulder, want again his sleeve to wipe my tears .Again I want him to do something stupid to make me laugh. Just waiting for my bhaiya's arrival.He is the only one in world who can make me smile in tears or cry while laughing.Just can not wait for his arrival, earlier I used to wonder how people count days waiting for someone, and here I am requesting time to develop wings and fly off.We will be meeting after years, I have so much to say, much more to hear, but lot to feel.

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Friday, March 03, 2006

Yesterday and Today

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