Friday, August 26, 2011

A new Fight for Freedom

"At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new...India discovers herself again."

These were the few words from the speech titled, “Tryst with Destiny” given by Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru on the eve of our day of independence…15th August,1947…the day when this golden bird was ready to break free of its shackles and take its flight towards the high sky where it rightfully belonged. The struggle for freedom that had begun in 1857 when a group of sepoys mutinied against the East India Company bore fruit almost 90 years later. After almost 200 years of British rule, our country, our Mother India finally got its freedom but not without paying the heavy price of partitioning of our country into India and Pakistan and the violent communal riots that took thousands of lives.

Today, almost 65 years down the line India can proudly proclaim itself to be a self-sufficient independent nation. Today India has made tremendous progress in every field mentionable – art, science, literature, politics, sports or any other field. It is at par with the other developed nations and is said to have the potential of becoming the next superpower in the near future. However with all the progress that India has made and with all the probabilities of future India we still need to ask ourselves a question – is India really free and independent?

What do we really understand by independence? It means self-governed, self-sufficient, freedom from all dependency. Freedom – a birthright of every human being. It is the right to live freely. Freedom of choice and expression, freedom to believe and follow any religion, freedom from hunger, illiteracy, freedom of justice and more importantly a life free of corruption – these are the few freedoms that we expect a free country to provide its citizens. But being a part of an independent nation do we really get to enjoy all these freedom?

Though India has a rich culture and civilization, the country is still engulfed in western civilization. May be the country has not yet been able to free itself of the influences of 200 years of foreign rule. Young India today blindly apes the western civilization and thus is losing its identity. Other countries are still invading our country and building factories to produce goods at a cheaper rate which they cannot do in their own country. The country has also lost its freedom to another evil – corruption, which in recent times has gained tremendous power. Today hundreds and thousands of people have been and are being affected by terrorism, social evils like child labour, and discriminations on religious grounds, caste distinction still prevails in our society. For instance if you are a Muslim you would always be a prime suspect if there is any terrorist activity. It is very sad that due to the deeds of a few corrupted minds a whole community has to suffer. The country belongs to them as much as it belongs to us. The sacrifices that were made in our struggle for freedom were equal on both the sides. The country is still to free itself of communalism. In the recent times our government’s reputation has been seriously bruised by a string of high-level corruption scandals – the scandals revolving around the Common Wealth Games 2010, the 2G spectrum scam, Adarsh Housing Society Scam and several other such scandals in which public property and money was misused.

With all these corruption that our country is presently engulfed in has marred the joy of our hard earned freedom. The glory of the sacrifices made by our freedom fighters is tainted. The reputation of a country which was once called the golden bird is severely scratched. Our motherland is wreathed with evil forces and she is bleeding profusely, she is crying out to her sons to free her from these evil and let her breathe. The eagle that took its freedom flight on 1947 has been chained down again and it’s groveling in mud but this time it’s not any foreign force that has curtailed its freedom, the evil resides deep within its own heart. If we want our country to be independent again we need fight these evil from within, from the grass-root level. We need to be optimistic; we need to be proud of our country, proud of our ancestors, our heritage. We should always remember: “sare jahanse achha hundustan hamara, hum bulbulain hai iski yeh gulsitan humara…”

No country is absolutely free from corruption no country is perfect but we should at least try to make our motherland a better place to live in. Our freedom is in our own hands. Sitting idle and blaming others would not work. It’s time we stand up for our country; fight for our freedom, our independence. Jai Hind!

Monday, May 30, 2011

Broken Glass


My shining glass of wine,
Now an empty shrine
I feared it would slip from my hand
So I held it tight
Never wanted to let it go
But it was too delicate
It broke under my loving embrace
And everything fell apart
The only thing am left with are broken shards
The bleeding veins of my hand
And reflections of my past…

Sunday, February 13, 2011

When Love is in the air...


Life is not all smiles
It has its share of tears…
The former being less than the later
But there is a feeling that can make the clouds disappear…
It is the feeling of Love.

It can make you glow in the darkest of night
It sets you free yet it holds you tight
It can make you do all things silly
Makes you heavy to see a blooming Lilly

When you are in love –
You feel this world is not enough
You want to age together
Scale mountains high and rough

It makes the world a beautiful sight
Makes the sun glow bright, and the moon so white
The cold rain on your lips feels so warm
When your Love holds your arm

You live in fear of losing your heart
You shed tears when your love is hurt
But pain makes your love grow longer
A look into the eyes, you see your future grow stronger.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A mystery called woman

A creation of complexity,
A flower with differently hued petals;
The last of the creation -
an embellishment to the life on earth.
Born out of testosterone,
She imbibed a part of every creation,
The highest of all forms
A mystery that is yet to be solved.

A form so elegant,
Like a sculptor's creation of love;
She is the epitome of all that is beautiful
An effigy of serenity, an angel in the purest form...

She is the Power, the Courage to lead a war...
The brightest fire to burn out the cold and the dark
yet she can be the very black night to take the light out of your life.
Like a parasite she will eat away your soul,
And you so willingly will surrender to her power...

When she is a mother, a daughter or a loving sister
Or a friend and a doting wife,
She will take away your pain with her love and care...
And sacrifice herself just to see you alive.

She is a silent prayer of a troubled mind,
A meditation of a searching soul
she is the reflection of the creator's mind,
A mystery in the form of a woman.

The Flower

Her beauty is unparalleled.
A look at her and you will fall in love,
She mesmerizes with her fragrance -
Making her admirers to be close to her...

In her numerous forms,
She adds beauty to wherever she goes -
The elegance of the morning dew on her shoulder,
A colorful rainbow in a vast green meadow
A smile to a teary eye...

But she is forever oblivious of her power,
A favor done to the human race...
She seems to be born with all these purpose -
To add beauty, color and odor
And happiness and smile forever...

When she is born -
She does not know how long she would be there...
She might live a youthful life
Or live to see a weathered end
Or she might get plucked when she has just started...
But she never stops living her purpose
Spreading her beauty and adding color to the earth,
The fragrance she adds to the wind blowing over her
She lives with a happy face smiling like a flower -
She knows nobody lives forever.

Mind your privacy!

A little girl… wearing her white and blue school uniform… must be returning from her school … she was with a woman carrying her school bag… must be her mother… she was sitting right opposite to me with that little girl…

The little girl, oh! She was a sweetheart, the cutest I’ve ever seen, munching away her bar of Dairy-milk, talking away either to herself or with her mother… she was so animated…all the time swaying her two little legs to and fro or moving her hands in various gestures…trying to prove a point or two or clearing her queries about the unreal world which is so different from her own…

Her mother got tired of clearing her doubts and stopped responding… she understood and so stopped nagging her and returned to her own world which she found more familiar than the one she was actually residing in. It was her own world, her real home, where she did not have to worry about anything; she did not have to take permission from anyone for anything…she was a free bird…

She started humming a tune…her own song…then gradually when she got into the rhythm she started moving and making dancing gestures in her seat…she was making different forms with her hands – her very own mudras… at one point she even got down from her seat, balanced herself and was about to do a full-fledged jig when she was pulled back to her seat by reality – her mother. But she could not care less and carried on in her crazy dream world. She continued with her hand gestures, rolling eyes and mumbled humming…totally unaware of the outside world.

The train compartment – it was fairly crowded… there were people from the real adult world where people mind their own business all the time yet never leaving an opportunity to poke their nose into other people’s life, people who are concerned about their own privacy but never stops discussing other people’s private matters…

The little girl – she had all these reality around her, constantly staring and ogling at her… but she was completely oblivious… they could not take her out of her own world… they could not break into her privacy… she had it all locked up in her mind…

Friends forever...

You are my smiling clown in a gloomy crowed
Whatever I do, I do to make you proud
Together we reside in a world of madness and illusion
Sharing our smiles, tears and delusion.

In our own world we make fun of each other
But try to tear us apart when attacked by an outsider!
When one falls down the other wipes the tear
A warm smile wards off all the impending fear...

In this made race of life, when the dark night is near
You are my moon, shining bright and clear
It is this bond that we share
Keeps me going when happiness seems so rare

A healing touch - the miracle of life
A magician that keeps the faith alive
Friendship - a gift to mankind
A feeling to keep us bind.