The root cause of a weak democracy is the people at the helm of it. The POLITICIANS! These animals are so insensitive. All they know by default is not serving the people who put them in the chair, but getting filthy rich by their corrupt habits. CORRUPTION, BRIBERY, WHITE LIES are a CANCER which these politicians have! And they are born with it. I guess, a person with such insensitive mind needs to be claimed by the good people of the Mental institutions. How else can
you explain the recent tragedy where a politician and his cohorts murdered a PWD engineer in Uttar Pradesh in cold blood? The reason ? ...............now here comes the most disgusting part yet.........i hope u have a strong stomach for it...................the reason is that the PWD engineer refused to pay up Rs. 50 lakhs for Chief Minister Mayawati's Birthday bash!!!!!!!! If this isn't called heinous and atrocious, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ELSE IS IT????
How can a democracy survive, if people who are given the reins to run it are themselves so bloody ruthless?? We have sitting MPs and MLAs who have criminal cases pending against them. Yet they are allowed to roam freely in the Parliament and Assemblies? They are allowed to give their bloody speeches in the House, where a naive person might be duped into thinking ' Wow, this MP/MLA cares a lot for the people who elected him' !! In realty, this monster goes back to his constituency and rapes an innocent woman/child!! Disgusting these bastards!
The questions that comes to mind is how to weed all of them out. Well, as long as there's a majority of rural illiterates whose voting power can be easily swayed, these ugly sods continue to rule! To be fair to the rural population, we cannot expect a simple farmer to know what's the GDP of India. Or how much budget is allotted towards providing drinking water and other basic amenities in the rural areas.
The Central Govt, who sanctions and releases these loans should and MUST keep a hawkish eye on the MP/MLA/District Collectors who are supposed to make use of this money. It should hold all these people liable if the job for which the amounts have been sanctioned hasn't been completed or worse, haven't been taken up at all. There must be accountability and stringent punishments for violating rules & regulations.
An Editorial in a famous newspaper featured an article written by the former CBI chief. He writes of an incident where a newly elected CM was being asked why he is choosing a cabinet where 80% of the ministers had criminal cases pending against them. The reply the CM gave sums up the insensitive nature of these shameless politicians.
The CM carelessly replied " I cannot be bothered about who has how many cases pending against him. Go and ask the PEOPLE who ELECTED THEM" !!
This is, sadly, the true face of Indian Politics.
30 December 2008
29 November 2008
Mumbai Terror Attacks : Lack of Poilitical Leadership - Wall Street Journal
The world all over is beginning to realize how inept the Indian Government is in thwarting such terrorists strikes even before they happen. They point out, and correctly so, that the Indian Political leadership has been found wanting in protecting the common man from such dangers. The time is not one for jingoistic patriotism, but to wake up to stark reality and learn lessons from such mistakes and pledge that this soil will not ever be used for perpetrating such horrible crimes. The Congress leaders need to take stock of the situation from the point of view of National security and tighten the laws. They just need to stop themselves from thinking of the 'election' once in their lifetime. Hereunder is an excerpt from an article of Wall Street Journal :
"Its intelligence units are understaffed and lack resources. Coordination among the country's 28 state police forces is poor. The country's anti-terror legal architecture is also inadequate," it said. "A lack of political leadership is to blame," the Journal stressed.
The Australian newspaper the Sydney Morning Herald described Mumbai as a "soft target." Under the banner headline "Massacre in Mumbai," it said the nature of the attacks and the singling out of US and British nationals suggested a wider agenda than usual militant attacks in India.
My question to the so called "think-tanks", the so called "policy-makers", the insensitive Indian Political machine (mainly the Congress) is this : 'If the outsiders can see and understand what's causing the problem in our home, then tell me for God's sake, why cant you, the head of the families ?'
We deny help from the outsiders, saying our Army is efficient enough. Of course, there's no questioning the quality and skills of our brave soldiers, we salute them for what they have been doing so far. The crux of the matter is, if we deny help then at least make it look like it is fair. I mean, equip our army, the soldiers with the latest technology, world-class training, etc. Give them what they want. Encourage them. Raise their salaries. The surplus can be directly cut from the various number of redundant politicians!! I mean, they say the paunch is the measure of prosperity!! Look at our corrupt politicians and their pot-bellies and you'll get the picture. It seems, they not only shovel the dirty money into various off shore bank accounts, they also seem to stuff some of it inside their stomach linings. That's the reason for their ever-rising waistline.
Ok, right, enough of politician bashing.
Let's take a moment to salute all the brave men who lost their lives in line of duty while protecting the lives of scores of innocent people.
WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH, I SALUTE YOU THE BRAVE MEN OF NSG, THE MARINE COMMANDOS (MARCOS), THE ARMY, THE LOCAL POLICEMEN, THE STAFF OF TAJ AND OTHERS WHO HELPED.
JAI HIND.
"Its intelligence units are understaffed and lack resources. Coordination among the country's 28 state police forces is poor. The country's anti-terror legal architecture is also inadequate," it said. "A lack of political leadership is to blame," the Journal stressed.
The Australian newspaper the Sydney Morning Herald described Mumbai as a "soft target." Under the banner headline "Massacre in Mumbai," it said the nature of the attacks and the singling out of US and British nationals suggested a wider agenda than usual militant attacks in India.
My question to the so called "think-tanks", the so called "policy-makers", the insensitive Indian Political machine (mainly the Congress) is this : 'If the outsiders can see and understand what's causing the problem in our home, then tell me for God's sake, why cant you, the head of the families ?'
We deny help from the outsiders, saying our Army is efficient enough. Of course, there's no questioning the quality and skills of our brave soldiers, we salute them for what they have been doing so far. The crux of the matter is, if we deny help then at least make it look like it is fair. I mean, equip our army, the soldiers with the latest technology, world-class training, etc. Give them what they want. Encourage them. Raise their salaries. The surplus can be directly cut from the various number of redundant politicians!! I mean, they say the paunch is the measure of prosperity!! Look at our corrupt politicians and their pot-bellies and you'll get the picture. It seems, they not only shovel the dirty money into various off shore bank accounts, they also seem to stuff some of it inside their stomach linings. That's the reason for their ever-rising waistline.
Ok, right, enough of politician bashing.
Let's take a moment to salute all the brave men who lost their lives in line of duty while protecting the lives of scores of innocent people.
WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH, I SALUTE YOU THE BRAVE MEN OF NSG, THE MARINE COMMANDOS (MARCOS), THE ARMY, THE LOCAL POLICEMEN, THE STAFF OF TAJ AND OTHERS WHO HELPED.
JAI HIND.
28 November 2008
MUMBAI : Terrorists strike again!
Mumbai is struck once again by the terrorists. We watch haplessly as they go on killing innocent souls so mercilessly. They do not have a morsel of humanity left in them. These cowardly bastards hide inside an enclosure and fight. Let them come out in the open and see how many seconds they last! Cowards all of them! Don't they have their own family? How would they like to see the spectacle of watching their own get killed without batting an eyelid? Without ever being guilty? What Jihad are you talking of, you village idiots? Your mind is so filled with all the crap that the local Mullah preaches, that you forget you cannot take one's life if you cannot CREATE one! It is so elementary!! But, how would you know? You have chosen to be ignorant. You have chosen to let your mind be raped by those Islamist fundamentalists, who themselves are safe and miles away when you rouges are perpetrating such heinous crimes. You Jihadists are such a sad bunch of sadistic cowards. You think you will be awarded Paradise, "Jannat", after you are done with spraying bullets mercilessly on innocent people? You think allah waits for you with extended arms in Heaven? No! You poor bastards! Neither allah nor any God of any religion is waiting for, you, you ugly sods! The only thing waiting for you you is ETERNAL HELL. You will burn there. Burn there for every soul you have killed. You will be tortured, like you have tortured us every time we stepped out of our homes, knowing not if we'd return back home alive. You will be shred to pieces like you have done so with your Jihadist bombs. You think your God cares for you? Wrong! Your god does not like people who take other people's lives at the drop of a hat.
With whom is your fight ? With the governments? Then go negotiate with the concerned people. Why kill us innocent humans. What the F*** have we ever done to you or your family. You mindless clods are happily killing our family members and when the Hindu fundamentalists do the same on the pretext of revenge, you whine like little babies and cry foul? What happened to all the bravery, the Jihadi bullshit? "Holy War" ???!! You dim witted SOBs, do you even know the meaning of HOLY? Holy is another word for being 'righteous'. Can you call what you are doing as righteous? Education! Education is what you want! Not cross-border training in the skills of firing an AK-47 or lobbing grenades.
We Indians need to rise as one! We need to show the door out to the Govts, who cannot protect us. After all, we are electing them because we think they would do a better job than us. Now if they can't, let them resign. Let them surrender their posts, for the next person who is better than him. After all, in a big country like India whose army is one of the biggest in the world, can it not defend its motherland when a bunch of foreign trained terrorists force her to fall on her knees? What are we coming to? We should have Netas like Subhash Chandra Bose and Sardar Vallabhai Patel.
Dr. Manmohan Singh, we have a great respect and the highest regard for you as a taintless politician. But we cannot let you have such an incompetent person such as Shivraj Patil to be the Defence Minister of India. Surely with your intelligence you can find a better man for the job of handling the security of India. The man just goes on blabbering pointless issues trying to divert the attention from the crux of the matter. He's so confused. You just have to look at him on the TV interviews. You can't miss it!
Bring back the POTA if you want to talk to the terrorists in their own language. No Mercy! Yeah! They'd surely understand.
Show some fight. Show some courage. Take the fight to them. They want to talk with guns and bombs. Sure. let us do that. Let's talk to them with guns and bombs. Let's blow their collective Jihadi minds to smithereens. See if they survive that and if they do, then let's talk to them in plain human language. Until then, let's just return the fire. Let them know the consequences of playing f***ing hardball with us. Oh, so you think we can't play the game. Sure we can. Let's just decide on a place away from the civilization and then we will show you. We will come at you so strong, you ugly cowards will not even know what hit you.
It's because of you that the Muslims are being treated so badly all over the world. You have spoiled the name of Islam. If this continues, then the religion itself will be on the brink of extinction. Your mind is so filled with shit, your mental faculties cannot comprehend anything beyond Jihad, Guns & Bombs. You are the truest INFIDELS. You are that, because, Islam doesn't teach you to kill and that's exactly what you DON'T BELIEVE. So who are the INFIDELS, you dogs?
Oh I am so sorry doggies all over he world, for having these animals equated with you !!!!!!!!!!!
26 November 2008
Copy of post at the Vidyanagar@Kamareddy Community in Orkut
Here's a copy of the topic i had initiated at one of the communities of Orkut called Vidyanagar@Kamareddy :
My Friends from VidyaNagar Colony, Kamareddy - I
Hello KMR.
I have a lot of childhood memories of this great place. I was brought up here. I still remember my friends. I am in contact with 3 of them. Sajid, Nitesh & Nitin Kanugenti. We used to play galli cricket till our elders used to scold us crazy!
Two more friends i remember are : Srujan and Krishna from the same colony. There was one guy who was senior to us called Ram Raju who used to live beside our home. Then there were our 'goti' partners Ramesh and Ratnakar both brothers and both sons of some Police Officer (i don't seem to remember now, it's been a good 20 years!!). Ramesh was the elder of the brothers and we paired for our goti games! We won a lot of the them. Then we used to play Gilli-Danda and Cricket in an open space called 'ground'. Now the ground has been covered with apartment buildings.
Then there was Javed who, i hear, still lives in the same house. Some consistency!! This guy was a great Break-Dancer of our times! There was Rustom, whom i still try to maintain contact by visiting his home. Rustom's brothers were Musa & Irfan. Rustom and i went for a very late night movie once on Shivarati day. We got scolded badly. They used to arrange a 3rd show (after the 2nd show which usually begins at 10:30 pm) on a special days like Shivaratri and Jagne Ki Raat.
Rustom and i also used to go for fishing in the nearby 'Matthadi', a small pond on the outskirts of KMR. And when it rained heavily, we literally used to catch fish right on the streets of our colony!! Rustom used to throw the fishes in the well at his home. My fishes went inside small earthen box, which i kept on the terrace.
I had friends from my English Medium School (Vani Vidyalayamu - the old school near the Railway Station) until the 7th std (year 1990) namely in the order of : Abdul Hafeez (used to be my best buddy), Vishal Agrawal, Laxma Reddy (my brother's best friend), Venu Madahav Rao, Nagarjun Reddy, Rajashekar Reddy, Madhuri (the lone girl in our class).
............continued in the next Topic
...........continued from Topic 1
From the 8th std till the 10th std which i did from Z.P.P.B.H.S (near the Post Office) here are my friends. Mohd.Sajid Hussein (my best buddy and also my brother's), Venu (the baniya), Gowrishanker (Venu's cuz, Sheik Ahmed (the hulk), Maruti (the hulk's tiny best friend), Vishnu Vardhan. We were all locals.
And now the non-locals, namely the Devenpalli & Lingampalli gang. Now, these two side-by-side hamlets are only 4 kilometers from KMR. The most sharpest of them and the lone competitor to us locals was Rajendra Prasad. Last time i heard, he took up a job as a teacher after finishing his Graduate studies. So there's one feather in his cap! Then there was Anjaneyulu (the small wiry guy,who always used to wear a monkey-cap, regardless to the weather outside. We always used to tease him saying he should ride his bicycle carefully for the winds were blowing at the speed of 2kms per hour!! Such was his tiny frame!) Rajendra always protected his tiny buddy from his hamlet. There was one Satyanarayana Goud whose family owned an arrack store. He used to befriend us locals. Then there was one K.Srinivas from a nearby hamlet (the name of which i do not recall now) who was a very quiet person.
We used to go to Devenpalli & Lingampalli to steal mangoes from the Mango orchards. It was great fun, and the fruits of the toil were always sweet!! We used to go to pick up Custard Apples (Sithaphal) in the other direction from KMR. We used bicycles for our trips! Now i can't even think of riding 2 kms!!
Oh it was such a wonderful life then! So many fond memories. Such bright and crispy days for holidaying! So many amazing places to go to! So many friends to make. So many adventures to experience. So much peace to drown in! I could go on!! Hopefully next time around.
So see ya ..... if any one of the above mentioned friends read this, please contact me. It would be nice to meet old friends again!!
Bye
Rajesh Pandharpurkar
Hyderabad
My Friends from VidyaNagar Colony, Kamareddy - I
Hello KMR.
I have a lot of childhood memories of this great place. I was brought up here. I still remember my friends. I am in contact with 3 of them. Sajid, Nitesh & Nitin Kanugenti. We used to play galli cricket till our elders used to scold us crazy!
Two more friends i remember are : Srujan and Krishna from the same colony. There was one guy who was senior to us called Ram Raju who used to live beside our home. Then there were our 'goti' partners Ramesh and Ratnakar both brothers and both sons of some Police Officer (i don't seem to remember now, it's been a good 20 years!!). Ramesh was the elder of the brothers and we paired for our goti games! We won a lot of the them. Then we used to play Gilli-Danda and Cricket in an open space called 'ground'. Now the ground has been covered with apartment buildings.
Then there was Javed who, i hear, still lives in the same house. Some consistency!! This guy was a great Break-Dancer of our times! There was Rustom, whom i still try to maintain contact by visiting his home. Rustom's brothers were Musa & Irfan. Rustom and i went for a very late night movie once on Shivarati day. We got scolded badly. They used to arrange a 3rd show (after the 2nd show which usually begins at 10:30 pm) on a special days like Shivaratri and Jagne Ki Raat.
Rustom and i also used to go for fishing in the nearby 'Matthadi', a small pond on the outskirts of KMR. And when it rained heavily, we literally used to catch fish right on the streets of our colony!! Rustom used to throw the fishes in the well at his home. My fishes went inside small earthen box, which i kept on the terrace.
I had friends from my English Medium School (Vani Vidyalayamu - the old school near the Railway Station) until the 7th std (year 1990) namely in the order of : Abdul Hafeez (used to be my best buddy), Vishal Agrawal, Laxma Reddy (my brother's best friend), Venu Madahav Rao, Nagarjun Reddy, Rajashekar Reddy, Madhuri (the lone girl in our class).
............continued in the next Topic
...........continued from Topic 1
From the 8th std till the 10th std which i did from Z.P.P.B.H.S (near the Post Office) here are my friends. Mohd.Sajid Hussein (my best buddy and also my brother's), Venu (the baniya), Gowrishanker (Venu's cuz, Sheik Ahmed (the hulk), Maruti (the hulk's tiny best friend), Vishnu Vardhan. We were all locals.
And now the non-locals, namely the Devenpalli & Lingampalli gang. Now, these two side-by-side hamlets are only 4 kilometers from KMR. The most sharpest of them and the lone competitor to us locals was Rajendra Prasad. Last time i heard, he took up a job as a teacher after finishing his Graduate studies. So there's one feather in his cap! Then there was Anjaneyulu (the small wiry guy,who always used to wear a monkey-cap, regardless to the weather outside. We always used to tease him saying he should ride his bicycle carefully for the winds were blowing at the speed of 2kms per hour!! Such was his tiny frame!) Rajendra always protected his tiny buddy from his hamlet. There was one Satyanarayana Goud whose family owned an arrack store. He used to befriend us locals. Then there was one K.Srinivas from a nearby hamlet (the name of which i do not recall now) who was a very quiet person.
We used to go to Devenpalli & Lingampalli to steal mangoes from the Mango orchards. It was great fun, and the fruits of the toil were always sweet!! We used to go to pick up Custard Apples (Sithaphal) in the other direction from KMR. We used bicycles for our trips! Now i can't even think of riding 2 kms!!
Oh it was such a wonderful life then! So many fond memories. Such bright and crispy days for holidaying! So many amazing places to go to! So many friends to make. So many adventures to experience. So much peace to drown in! I could go on!! Hopefully next time around.
So see ya ..... if any one of the above mentioned friends read this, please contact me. It would be nice to meet old friends again!!
Bye
Rajesh Pandharpurkar
Hyderabad
23 November 2008
BLOGGING FROM THE MOBILE - ON WAY TO KAMAREDDY BY A TRAIN
People living in abject poverty, people struggling to earn a decent square meal per day. I see their clothes strung on a rope. Whites have turned into pale yellows. Perhaps it's the sweat of the hard working person. Tiny holes in them. Images like these haunt you. and the feeling of utter helplessness tortures the mind even more. it's times like these when your faith in the almighty goes for a toss. not that you are an aethist, but you wish once, just once you had the power of GOD. You would show Him how you'd punish the guilty and reward the just. really, why does not He do what is expected of Him. are we asking too much? come on, we are merely asking that the sinners be rewarded with appropriate punishment. is this too much. of course, He knows it isn't so. so one thing is established. we know that God knows. so who's stopping Him? why wait until Judgement day or end of Kalyug. how can He see his faithful suffer at the hands of such monsters. the corrupt politicians, the bane of this country, how's it that their wealth graph goes only one way. up. where do the efforts of the law abiding common man go? to a meaningless waste? why the inequality? why the suffering? i know God created this world and the man 'made' it into what it is today. agreed. but he's supposed to have powers, right? why not use'em ? if there was ever a time to use powers, then it is now. what is he waiting for? some sort of sign? if it is a sign if wants, then take a look down. He'll find many. it's a sign when the lust filled bastards rape a defenceless girl, woman and a child. a child for god's sake!! how horrible can one get. it's a sign, when old people get robbed of their only possessions. and get killed if they resist. it's a sign dear God, because the old resisted for they do not know who to depend on, as their infidel children have thrown them out. injustice and sin has consumed your world God. come down and cleanse it. get rid of these filthy rouges and foul atmosphere. your faithful are choking for some justice, some equality, some peace. IT'S TIME, GOD. BLOODY TIME.
21 November 2008
Mobile technology to your rescue in a boring wedding function!!
I am here at a friend's sister's wedding. And i came alone!! pretty strong basis for a damn boring begining!! I congratulate my friend and wait by way of sitting on a plastic chair. people come and go past me, yet not a single face is registered in the database of my mind. you know it takes guts of steel to even 'think' of attending the function much less actually going there!! Suddenly the friend's brother invites me to the reception area where dinner is served. i protest saying, i haven't even met the newly weds!! more later......
14 November 2008
Well, nothing to write really! At least as i am writing this! Let's see what the depths of this mind brew up as i go along.
Firstly, this has been a very cold, sad and a dull day. I woke up at 5 AM. A chilly draft of air greeted me when i opened the doors. It was so cold, i cancelled even the idea of doing 'Pranayams'. A fairly simple breathing excercise. Heard it makes your life & health better. You sit in a meditating posture, inhale through one nostril, while closing the other with your finger. Keep inhaling until you feel like your lungs are full, hold the breath for a few seconds, and exhale through the other nostril, while keeping the former closed with your finger. Keep on repeating this for atleast 15 minutes. It clears the airways inside your lungs. And it also increases the lung capacity to hold air. The more your lungs can accomodate, the more you can breathe. And the more you breathe, the more Oxygen your body gets supplied. More Oxygen means good health.
As the reader might have already noticed my usuage of the word 'sad' in the previous paragraph, i now wish to throw more light on it. Later in the day i got to know the passing away of a cousin of mine. He had been ill for a long time now. There were a series of operations performed on him in the begining. It seems to have left the body ravaged. It repulsed and rejected each operation and complicated the whole situation. Finally, the advancements in the medical field kept him alive for a brief period of time, before the doctors gave up. The family was advised to take him back home, for the good doctors realized the futileness of continuing the treatement. After all, even a doctor cannot help when the body decides to give up. And so on the way, as he was being taken to his hometown after passing the city, his soul finally decided to remove itself from the devasted body.
All of 55 years he was ! He was the only son of my eldest aunty, who too had departed for Heaven a long time back........
Brought my self up-to-date with the latest post on the Big B's blog. What a truly remarkable human he is! If only our politicians had even an iota of the humanity this great man has, India and its people would have benefited greatly. I use the term 'iota' intentionally, because there are so many politicians and collectively the 'iotas' from these opportunists (leave a small group of 'em) would form a great sea of humanity, quite literally !! Also because, the rulers of this great country neither have the heart nor have the capability of having any more than an 'IOTA' of 'Humanity' .
I sign off with a very uncertain mind about the times to come.
Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
16 October 2008
A Sad Day! :(
Such is life ..... just when you begin to think that all is well with the world, something terrible happens the very next moment.
Oct 11th will be remembered as such an example.
Amitabh Bachchan's birthday, and his fans on his blog want to give him a special treat by waking up the whole night on Oct 1oth and waiting for that special moment when the clock strikes 12, and when 10th passes into 11th. The blog members clamor & jostle with each other(on the Internet ether!) to be the "1st" to wish the Big B, to be the 1st on the Comments list. For many, the top-position on Mr. Bachchan's blog has become the sole reason to live!
The next morning the TV screens all across India are splashed with the news channel coverage of Mr. Bachchan's trip to the Nanavati & Leelavati Hosptal, in an ambulance! 'The stomach pain is back', the loyal fans shudder, with the lucid reminiscence of the past trouble the Big B has had with his stomach. Pundits are given prime time spots on the news channel to let the audience know under which "dasha" are Mr. Bachchan's astrological planets.
Amidst all the media frenzy, a small group of fans, who shun the publicity, are silently praying for the Big B's return to normal health. Among several of them is the author of this blog : ' your's truly' . Here's wishing AB Sr. the longest and healthiest life possible. May God bless him!
Oct 11th will be remembered as such an example.
Amitabh Bachchan's birthday, and his fans on his blog want to give him a special treat by waking up the whole night on Oct 1oth and waiting for that special moment when the clock strikes 12, and when 10th passes into 11th. The blog members clamor & jostle with each other(on the Internet ether!) to be the "1st" to wish the Big B, to be the 1st on the Comments list. For many, the top-position on Mr. Bachchan's blog has become the sole reason to live!
The next morning the TV screens all across India are splashed with the news channel coverage of Mr. Bachchan's trip to the Nanavati & Leelavati Hosptal, in an ambulance! 'The stomach pain is back', the loyal fans shudder, with the lucid reminiscence of the past trouble the Big B has had with his stomach. Pundits are given prime time spots on the news channel to let the audience know under which "dasha" are Mr. Bachchan's astrological planets.
Amidst all the media frenzy, a small group of fans, who shun the publicity, are silently praying for the Big B's return to normal health. Among several of them is the author of this blog : ' your's truly' . Here's wishing AB Sr. the longest and healthiest life possible. May God bless him!
30 September 2008
Miracle - Amitabh Bachchan replies!!!!!
As most of you already know, i have been regularly following Big B's blog. I read his blogs not for his celebrity status, but for reasons which make him such a warm-hearted, down-to-earth, humane person. This great man has got no egos at all, no airs. He's the true son of the soil. Quite literally!! Absolutely down-to-earth
Well, the reason why i am so happy is that right now i feel privileged and honored by this great man himself!! Feeling more than a Zillion Dollars $$. Wondering how? Well, here 's the reason! God, i am so excited and honored! Can't wait to tell folks back home! They'd turn green with envy!!
Mr. Bachchan cared to REPLY (search for Rajesh G Pandharpurkar, once you click this link!).......did u hear? REPLY!!! HE replied to the comment i left on his blog!!!! Incredible!!
Can u imagine, the great Mr. Bachchan taking time to read this!! His mind probably registered the name Rajesh G Pandharpurkar from Hyderabad, while reading this!!!!! Well, for that fraction of a second while his mind registered my name, for that particular instant, Mr Bachchan might have thought 'Hmm...nice comment, Mr. Rajesh...let me respond in kind' .....................for that instant when he thought about this nobody, i thank GOD tremendously. How lucky can a person get???!!!
I suddenly feel that i somehow have some sort of connection with him now!!
So people, here i am posting the image of that response. Enjoy and turn green!!!!
Well, the reason why i am so happy is that right now i feel privileged and honored by this great man himself!! Feeling more than a Zillion Dollars $$. Wondering how? Well, here 's the reason! God, i am so excited and honored! Can't wait to tell folks back home! They'd turn green with envy!!
Mr. Bachchan cared to REPLY (search for Rajesh G Pandharpurkar, once you click this link!).......did u hear? REPLY!!! HE replied to the comment i left on his blog!!!! Incredible!!
Can u imagine, the great Mr. Bachchan taking time to read this!! His mind probably registered the name Rajesh G Pandharpurkar from Hyderabad, while reading this!!!!! Well, for that fraction of a second while his mind registered my name, for that particular instant, Mr Bachchan might have thought 'Hmm...nice comment, Mr. Rajesh...let me respond in kind' .....................for that instant when he thought about this nobody, i thank GOD tremendously. How lucky can a person get???!!!
I suddenly feel that i somehow have some sort of connection with him now!!
So people, here i am posting the image of that response. Enjoy and turn green!!!!
Moving Away - With a Heavy Heart!
Yes! It's with a heavy heart that i announce to the world, that finally the time has come for me to move away from my family of 32 years.
In the western civilization, this event would not have drawn much attention, leave alone a lot a of publicity (negative, if i may say so!). Back there in the western culture, a young man of 18-20 years is looked down upon if he were still to continue staying with his parents. 'Momma's boy', most would call him without batting an eye-lid! Whereas on the other side of the world, namely India, a man would generally end up spending the rest of his life with his parents. Slowly he takes over the mantle of head of the family, as his parents get old. He'd probably marry off his children and get old himself, but he continues the age old Indian tradition of 'living-with-parents'. Living 'seperately' is still considered a taboo matter to discuss! Young daughter-in-laws who marry into the family, are accused of 'dividing' the family if she were caught even thinking about this topic, leave alone expressing her X-generation laced 'independent' thoughts.
I, for one, am of the thought that the parents should let go of their children from under their protective wings. Let them fly, when they are ready. Let them create their own personality, own identity. So what if their beloved children face obstacles while trying to set up their own families? Sure they will stumble, but with all the valuable lessons you have taught them, it won't be long before they get up again and continue this journey. Parents must have confidence in their own blood! After all, they are always there, if things don't exactly go according to their children's brave plans.
I think the time has come for our generation to break free from the shackles of this kind of stereotyped thinking. Sure a lot of elders would disagree on the pretex of preserving 'Cultural Values', 'Family traditions' et al. They are right in their own way, of course. I am not against the idea of living in a joint family like the proverbial family man, discussed in the above sentences. What i merely want to point out is, when there's a difference in opinion between any two of the family members, and despite the best efforts of both the parties to come to a conclusion peacefully, i think the time then has come, sadly, to find a way to keep both of them from coming into each other's way and cause more friction. Simply that! And yes, this may look very simple to the reader, but i am sure, given the Indian Family living conditions, he may show some understanding here. After all, who does not wish for peace of mind? And to what extent does one have the capacity to take it all?? One or the other day, the dam will burst open and take down everything in its swell.
Well, so much for getting sentimental. I am in no way justifying my decision here. I merely am telling you all what my thoughts are at this troubled moment. Much to the contrary of what many elders may think, this has got nothing to do with my wife. It's ME all the way.
Moving away is not that easy. You will have to plan about so many things. So many important things i.e. The financial feasibility, security for the family, surrounding atmosphere of the new dwelling, neighbors, proximity of grocery and convenience stores, proximity to your near and dear ones, transport facility, etc are just mere drops in ocean. Plans for many unforeseen events that might catch you unprepared, take the rest of your 'worrying' time.
The most worrying factor is the social stigma. Suddenly, you are seen in a different light. 'Ah, after all his parents have done for him, he pays them back with this...' becomes the headline news every other morning! Some would even boycott you altogether! The shame of it!! I can say this with confidence as i had witnessed the same treatement being meted out to one poor fellow among my relatives.
I am not scared of the above as i already have come to terms with the ways of society. The more quickly you 'accept' things, the more energy you can funnel towards other constructive things in life.
For me, moving away from the family - mutually, mind you - is only a mere inconvenience which can be repaired with time. After all, time is the greatest healer. So any hurt feelings, like everything else in life, are temporary and will be soothed. I treat this as nothing more than the 'physical-distance' between the two families. I am sure, even arrogantly confident, that everything else, the ties, the bonds, the love, the care......WILL always remain the same.
Of course, opinions differ! And so, my brother thinks otherwise. But i assure him too. He says he has nothing more to add to this and he'll go with my decision.
So here i am amigos, all set to embark on this journey. A journey, not without obstacles, but also not without any lack of willpower, confidence and a dogged sense of purpose.
I sign off, not sure when i'd be back to blogging with y'all. I leave you with a beautiful quote :
In the western civilization, this event would not have drawn much attention, leave alone a lot a of publicity (negative, if i may say so!). Back there in the western culture, a young man of 18-20 years is looked down upon if he were still to continue staying with his parents. 'Momma's boy', most would call him without batting an eye-lid! Whereas on the other side of the world, namely India, a man would generally end up spending the rest of his life with his parents. Slowly he takes over the mantle of head of the family, as his parents get old. He'd probably marry off his children and get old himself, but he continues the age old Indian tradition of 'living-with-parents'. Living 'seperately' is still considered a taboo matter to discuss! Young daughter-in-laws who marry into the family, are accused of 'dividing' the family if she were caught even thinking about this topic, leave alone expressing her X-generation laced 'independent' thoughts.
I, for one, am of the thought that the parents should let go of their children from under their protective wings. Let them fly, when they are ready. Let them create their own personality, own identity. So what if their beloved children face obstacles while trying to set up their own families? Sure they will stumble, but with all the valuable lessons you have taught them, it won't be long before they get up again and continue this journey. Parents must have confidence in their own blood! After all, they are always there, if things don't exactly go according to their children's brave plans.
I think the time has come for our generation to break free from the shackles of this kind of stereotyped thinking. Sure a lot of elders would disagree on the pretex of preserving 'Cultural Values', 'Family traditions' et al. They are right in their own way, of course. I am not against the idea of living in a joint family like the proverbial family man, discussed in the above sentences. What i merely want to point out is, when there's a difference in opinion between any two of the family members, and despite the best efforts of both the parties to come to a conclusion peacefully, i think the time then has come, sadly, to find a way to keep both of them from coming into each other's way and cause more friction. Simply that! And yes, this may look very simple to the reader, but i am sure, given the Indian Family living conditions, he may show some understanding here. After all, who does not wish for peace of mind? And to what extent does one have the capacity to take it all?? One or the other day, the dam will burst open and take down everything in its swell.
Well, so much for getting sentimental. I am in no way justifying my decision here. I merely am telling you all what my thoughts are at this troubled moment. Much to the contrary of what many elders may think, this has got nothing to do with my wife. It's ME all the way.
Moving away is not that easy. You will have to plan about so many things. So many important things i.e. The financial feasibility, security for the family, surrounding atmosphere of the new dwelling, neighbors, proximity of grocery and convenience stores, proximity to your near and dear ones, transport facility, etc are just mere drops in ocean. Plans for many unforeseen events that might catch you unprepared, take the rest of your 'worrying' time.
The most worrying factor is the social stigma. Suddenly, you are seen in a different light. 'Ah, after all his parents have done for him, he pays them back with this...' becomes the headline news every other morning! Some would even boycott you altogether! The shame of it!! I can say this with confidence as i had witnessed the same treatement being meted out to one poor fellow among my relatives.
I am not scared of the above as i already have come to terms with the ways of society. The more quickly you 'accept' things, the more energy you can funnel towards other constructive things in life.
For me, moving away from the family - mutually, mind you - is only a mere inconvenience which can be repaired with time. After all, time is the greatest healer. So any hurt feelings, like everything else in life, are temporary and will be soothed. I treat this as nothing more than the 'physical-distance' between the two families. I am sure, even arrogantly confident, that everything else, the ties, the bonds, the love, the care......WILL always remain the same.
Of course, opinions differ! And so, my brother thinks otherwise. But i assure him too. He says he has nothing more to add to this and he'll go with my decision.
So here i am amigos, all set to embark on this journey. A journey, not without obstacles, but also not without any lack of willpower, confidence and a dogged sense of purpose.
I sign off, not sure when i'd be back to blogging with y'all. I leave you with a beautiful quote :
"It seldom happens that a man changes his life through his habitual reasoning. No matter how fully he may sense the new plans and aims revealed to him by reason, he continues to plod along in old paths until his life becomes frustrating and unbearable, he finally makes the change only when his usual life can no longer be tolerated." ---Leo Tolstoy
15 May 2008
Hullo there darlings!..................
No, no, i am i am NOT Karan Johar and neither am i an acquaintance of him. The 'darlings' was a mere attempt to spice up this otherwise dull blog!! So that should allay all your fears that your's truly has found a new fascination of being gay! Hey, wait a minute, don't let dirty thoughts enter your mind. I was merely using one of the synonyms for the term 'merry' !
So there we are. Wassup you occasional visitors of my blog - namely one person, Kedar Madhekar. Encouraged by a comment left by the afore mentioned species, i thought of informing you all that i am in the process of digitizing some more of my poems and quite a few articles written by myself (of course!). This thought came up when one fine lazy day i began thinking in the direction of showcasing my 'talents' ! Did i hear someone laugh?! Fine!
So as they say: Ready or not here i come!
No, no, i am i am NOT Karan Johar and neither am i an acquaintance of him. The 'darlings' was a mere attempt to spice up this otherwise dull blog!! So that should allay all your fears that your's truly has found a new fascination of being gay! Hey, wait a minute, don't let dirty thoughts enter your mind. I was merely using one of the synonyms for the term 'merry' !
So there we are. Wassup you occasional visitors of my blog - namely one person, Kedar Madhekar. Encouraged by a comment left by the afore mentioned species, i thought of informing you all that i am in the process of digitizing some more of my poems and quite a few articles written by myself (of course!). This thought came up when one fine lazy day i began thinking in the direction of showcasing my 'talents' ! Did i hear someone laugh?! Fine!
So as they say: Ready or not here i come!
06 February 2008
Musings : My Poetic Disclosures.
Warning : Reader Discretion is advised as the below text contains some not-so poetic looking poems!!!!!
Authors Note :
I have tried my hand at poetry and have come to a conclusion that i make a pathetic poet!!! The word 'poet' when attached next to my name itself causes untold misery to all the 'real' poets of the world!! Shelly, Wordsworth and Co. please excuse this horrible offense!!
So with apologies to the literary world, here i present you with some of my musings! The musings start randomly, in other words, not chronologically. That itself tells you how aimless and unsystematic my literary endeavors have been. To guide the reader/peruser properly as to the when these musings have come into existence, i have provided the dates (whenever available) right above the poems. That itself shall absolve me from all the brick-bats i receive. You see, they say that your thought process matures along with you. So a bland looking musing shall rightly be attributed to my innocence and the outlook towards life i had then. And just like our good ol' ancient liquid, namely Wine, matures, so do the cerebral juices and thence the resultant thoughts.
The reader is well advised to peruse these outpourings as mere thoughts of the creator.
Due apologies....
Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
[Year: 1995]
FAT
People call me Fat!
And they tease me whenever I bat!
When I walk down the street
People stare at me,
As if they hadn’t seen a guy,
Fatter than me!
Tears trickle down my cheek when,
My mom calls Pop to come to her side,
To balance the room,
When I’m on the other side!
My friends don’t care me,
Even my friend’s dog paws at me!
I am insulted wherever I go
That’s why, to the parties,
I never go!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
---------------------------
[17-May 1994 : Tuesday]
Of “Guns” and “Hens”
Can’t you see my son?
It’s impossible to make soup with chicken,
When the hen is on the run!!
Aw! Come on my son!
Here!! Have yourselves a bun!
Until I catch the hen on the run!
And don’t forget to toss me back my gun,
For I’m goin’ to catch the hen on the run
Even under the hot sun!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
-----------------------------
[26-December-1993]
“JOEY”
Joey was his name,
Sheer innocence was his fame.
Courageous was he to his parents,
Face his enemy, he daren’t!
He had on his face, a pimple.
He was nothing, just, but simple.
He could not even groom his hair,
To look good enough to go to the fair!
He’d spend all his money,
Only to get a drop of honey!
He hadn’t even a match-stick to ignite,
To make a hot cup of tea.
But he had enough guests to invite
To a hot, hot party.
He used to think, to build a bridge on the sea,
By throwing fistfuls of sand in the sea.
A soft-corner in his heart, he always had.
A jealous bone in his body, he never had.
His jokes to be told were numerous.
And of course, he a little bit humorous.
Day by day his jokes slowly passed across the bay.
There was not a corner in the world ,
where his jokes were not told.
Now, even as he became old,
His jokes were always measured in gold!
And at last, when he died, even his bitter enemies cried!!
The people would say :
Joey was a man with a pimple, nothing just but, simple!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
------------------------------
[16-December-1994 : Friday]
FASHION
I hadn’t even the foggiest notion,
That one day this world would be ruled
By this craziest thing called “fashion”
Gone are the days of “Namaste Ji”,
Here in this age they say, “Long time, no see” !!
“I’d look damn good,” they brag,
In this insipid thing, I discern as a ‘torn-rag’ !
They vouch they’d be the cynosure in the Jeans called, ‘Lee Cooper’.
And they almost drown themselves in the perfume, Baccarose’s ‘Copper’.
These kids!!! They zoom in a Maruti Van,
And they consider themselves a Macho,
If they ever happen to possess a ‘Ray-Ban’!
Someone talk some sense into these kids
That these are just transitory trend-setters
And that they will, one day, fade away
As the time, into the past, slips away!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
-----------------------------
[2-February-1995 : Thursday]
NEIGHBOR
I woke up in my sleep
To find myself in the well of thoughts : deep!
My endeavors to stay afloat
proved futile,
For I was being sucked into the
darkness of eternity all the while.
Some alien beings dragged
me into further darkness
All I could make of them was
Two pairs of treacherous, burning eyes
And an excellent example of dumbness.
I, now, stood in the center of the room
Where there were more fiercer eyes and
The air damp with doom!!
Those scornful eyes, now shifted their vision to their chieftain,
Who snapped orders to them to become more sane.
His Highness accused me of malice and enmity towards my neighbor
And consequently no beatitude, on me, did I incur.
I was sentenced to three hours of frying in the hot bubbling oil
And perpetual grinding in the grinding stone!!!
And then suddenly I woke up again.
This time, with a deep moan
which echoed within my each and every bone!!
My jubilation was of because that I suffered no harm!!
And the next day I was with my neighbor,
Arm in arm,
Both equally quiet and equally calm!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
-----------------------------
[1995]
Close To Paradise
Whenever the Sun rises from the far east
And sets in the deep west,
I think I am close to Paradise!
When the birds chirp and the cuckoos sing,
I think I am close to Paradise.
When I feel the coldness from the moon,
My eyes close instantly and I slip into cheerful dreams and then,
I think I am close to Paradise!
These thoughts drag me into the depths of
Heaven’s fantasies, consoling my hurt soul.
It makes me feel so light!!
Oh so light!!
That I could fly!!
But then suddenly something dreadful happens,
The axe of hatred and vice snaps the rope of virtue and goodwill
And then I begin to wonder :
“was it a dream?? Or was I just close to Paradise!!”
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
-----------------------------
[27-October-1995 : Friday]
WINTER
Ah! The season of winter,
How beautiful,
How serene!!
My soul never before seemed pleased
Even when I viewed , the moon in full
or the lustrous country-side’s pleasant scene!!
The dawn wakes me up
With the bird’s melodious songs.
The fresh morning air fill my lungs up,
And I yearn to hear the distant sound of temple-gongs!
I thank thee my lord
For making this Winter delightful;
I pray to thee almighty
To make this season last for eternity!!
So that I could relish its beauty
To my heart’s full!!
The eagles soar high up in the spotless blue sky,
With an intention to embrace it.
But descend down with a regretful sigh;
As they remember that, this season, down there
Is the Heaven’s forgotten bit!!
As I sit by the fire-place
The epochs of my childhood reel down
With a tremendous pace.
I still can recall those juvenile days,
When I used to live by the country-side.
The foggy mornings were chilly
And the water in the ponds cold
But it bloomed as it always did,
The gracious white water-lily !!
Whose beauty, even the celestial gods would behold!!
The cat and the dog warmed themselves sitting by the fire-place
And there were absolutely no angry growls, no barks and no scratches!
Instead the dog put on a welcome look
And the cat gently purred
And they shared the same sleeping place!
When the natural enemies become bosom buddies,
We know,
‘Tis the season of gaiety,
‘Tis the season of non-enmity!
But when I wake up to reality,
I see everywhere, enmity, enmity, enmity!
When sworn enemies can forget their hostility,
Pray tell me why can’t we??!!!
Come, let’s join our hands together
With this heavenly season as a motivator
And make this earth a better place to live in;
Free from malice, free from selfishness,
free from cruelty and free from sin!!
‘Coz ‘tis the season of gaiety,
‘Tis the season of non-enmity!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
------------------------------
LONE-HEART
One wintry night
I climbed atop the hill
To view the beautiful sight
Of my village seated at the foot of the hill.
Radiant lights from the myriad dwellings
Equaled the brilliance of a million stars
That lit up the sky that night!
My imaginations rose high up
And in reverence my heart slowed down
Its pace by a beat.
But the next moment, it sank down a bit,
For I realized how alone I was ;
Alone, alone!
If only someone lit up my life
Like the glittering stars in the sky,
Someone who’d say “…you are my life!”
Would this ever happen?? Sigh!!
I always linger by the side of the road,
Called ‘Life’, for someone to come by and say ‘Hi….!’
‘…Can I help you lessen down your load?’
But no one comes, no one came!
Life still is just the same!
I sometimes find myself eagerly looking forward for the day
When I’ll bade life a ‘Goodbye’!
Then I’d be up there in Heaven,
Playing a harp and a halo gracing my head,
While I relish a ride; cloud-driven!!
Alas! All this could happen only if I drop dead!!
I’m quite aware that these are mere fantasies,
Just like those fragile and delightful daisies,
For when its day arrives,
It turns pale, and falls lifeless to the ground…!!
Its former beauty forever ceases to thrive!
No one comes, no one came …..!!!!!!
Life still is just the same!!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
------------------------------
An Ode to a Friend
[For SINI Menon**]
Tired of this wicked world
And unknown of my destination,
When I first knocked on your friendship’s door;
I knew not what I had for me in store.
But when you threw open the door,
My eyes – which until then had only seen cruelty and atrocity –
Saw inside a paradise of happiness and joy,
That seemed to stretch itself beyond the points of eternity.
You were the anchor that held me in my sorrow’s sea.
You were always there to offer your shoulder for me to cry.
But then, I realized, very, very late
That you are the inviting colorful horizon;
The more I tried to come closer to it,
The more farther it seemed to move away from me!!
True to my fears, now you ask me to forget you…….
But pray tell me , how can I ??
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
** This is, or rather, was the name of my dearest (pen)friend
who in a brief period of time had taught me all the
important nitty-gritties of life. Our friendship lasted a good
period of over 2 years, after which she just got away. She was
dignified in that she notified me of her inability to
continue the correspondence anymore. All I can say is that I have
learnt a LOT about this life from her. And that I can never forget her
advise.
--------------------------------
[11-June-1997 : Friday]
PANACEA
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It lies behind the range of those green hills.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For then we could lead a merry-full life, filled with all the frills.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
Only then the society will reserve a seat of honor for you.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
Otherwise the same people will never even think
twice before they dump you!!
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For it’s an indispensable asset of one’s life;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
And only then we can lead a life without constant strife.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It’s the only available remedy for the man’s pain;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For then, I bet, life will never be the same again!!
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It is said to be buried where the magnificent rainbow ends;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For on it, a man’s life very much depends!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
------------------------------
[1996]
A Dying Flower
Is he the son of my love;
Or is he the sin of my love?
Tell me, ye Gods!
Who’s he?
How can you say anything?
For you are too busy;
Writing the destinies of us mortals!
But I can swear that he’s mine!
My own flower, cultivated from the garden
Of meticulous care, patience and pain.
Those laborious long months of nine,
Saw me go through a lot of pain;
But I overcame the hurdle with perseverance.
And now when the flower has finally blossomed,
You are all set to destroy it!!
Answer me God!
How could you it?
What harm has this little child brought upon you?
The child, who didn’t even open his lotus like eyes,
To acquire the knowledge of conscience!
The child, innocent enough to be unaware of virtue and vice!
“YOU”, whom people think have a ocean like heart,
Would you let the child fade away just like that?
Won’t you at least let him feel the warmth of maternity ?
Or would you rather let him be perpetuated
By the long arms of eternity?
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
------------------------------
Authors Note :
I have tried my hand at poetry and have come to a conclusion that i make a pathetic poet!!! The word 'poet' when attached next to my name itself causes untold misery to all the 'real' poets of the world!! Shelly, Wordsworth and Co. please excuse this horrible offense!!
So with apologies to the literary world, here i present you with some of my musings! The musings start randomly, in other words, not chronologically. That itself tells you how aimless and unsystematic my literary endeavors have been. To guide the reader/peruser properly as to the when these musings have come into existence, i have provided the dates (whenever available) right above the poems. That itself shall absolve me from all the brick-bats i receive. You see, they say that your thought process matures along with you. So a bland looking musing shall rightly be attributed to my innocence and the outlook towards life i had then. And just like our good ol' ancient liquid, namely Wine, matures, so do the cerebral juices and thence the resultant thoughts.
The reader is well advised to peruse these outpourings as mere thoughts of the creator.
Due apologies....
Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
[Year: 1995]
FAT
People call me Fat!
And they tease me whenever I bat!
When I walk down the street
People stare at me,
As if they hadn’t seen a guy,
Fatter than me!
Tears trickle down my cheek when,
My mom calls Pop to come to her side,
To balance the room,
When I’m on the other side!
My friends don’t care me,
Even my friend’s dog paws at me!
I am insulted wherever I go
That’s why, to the parties,
I never go!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
---------------------------
[17-May 1994 : Tuesday]
Of “Guns” and “Hens”
Can’t you see my son?
It’s impossible to make soup with chicken,
When the hen is on the run!!
Aw! Come on my son!
Here!! Have yourselves a bun!
Until I catch the hen on the run!
And don’t forget to toss me back my gun,
For I’m goin’ to catch the hen on the run
Even under the hot sun!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
-----------------------------
[26-December-1993]
“JOEY”
Joey was his name,
Sheer innocence was his fame.
Courageous was he to his parents,
Face his enemy, he daren’t!
He had on his face, a pimple.
He was nothing, just, but simple.
He could not even groom his hair,
To look good enough to go to the fair!
He’d spend all his money,
Only to get a drop of honey!
He hadn’t even a match-stick to ignite,
To make a hot cup of tea.
But he had enough guests to invite
To a hot, hot party.
He used to think, to build a bridge on the sea,
By throwing fistfuls of sand in the sea.
A soft-corner in his heart, he always had.
A jealous bone in his body, he never had.
His jokes to be told were numerous.
And of course, he a little bit humorous.
Day by day his jokes slowly passed across the bay.
There was not a corner in the world ,
where his jokes were not told.
Now, even as he became old,
His jokes were always measured in gold!
And at last, when he died, even his bitter enemies cried!!
The people would say :
Joey was a man with a pimple, nothing just but, simple!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
------------------------------
[16-December-1994 : Friday]
FASHION
I hadn’t even the foggiest notion,
That one day this world would be ruled
By this craziest thing called “fashion”
Gone are the days of “Namaste Ji”,
Here in this age they say, “Long time, no see” !!
“I’d look damn good,” they brag,
In this insipid thing, I discern as a ‘torn-rag’ !
They vouch they’d be the cynosure in the Jeans called, ‘Lee Cooper’.
And they almost drown themselves in the perfume, Baccarose’s ‘Copper’.
These kids!!! They zoom in a Maruti Van,
And they consider themselves a Macho,
If they ever happen to possess a ‘Ray-Ban’!
Someone talk some sense into these kids
That these are just transitory trend-setters
And that they will, one day, fade away
As the time, into the past, slips away!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
-----------------------------
[2-February-1995 : Thursday]
NEIGHBOR
I woke up in my sleep
To find myself in the well of thoughts : deep!
My endeavors to stay afloat
proved futile,
For I was being sucked into the
darkness of eternity all the while.
Some alien beings dragged
me into further darkness
All I could make of them was
Two pairs of treacherous, burning eyes
And an excellent example of dumbness.
I, now, stood in the center of the room
Where there were more fiercer eyes and
The air damp with doom!!
Those scornful eyes, now shifted their vision to their chieftain,
Who snapped orders to them to become more sane.
His Highness accused me of malice and enmity towards my neighbor
And consequently no beatitude, on me, did I incur.
I was sentenced to three hours of frying in the hot bubbling oil
And perpetual grinding in the grinding stone!!!
And then suddenly I woke up again.
This time, with a deep moan
which echoed within my each and every bone!!
My jubilation was of because that I suffered no harm!!
And the next day I was with my neighbor,
Arm in arm,
Both equally quiet and equally calm!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
-----------------------------
[1995]
Close To Paradise
Whenever the Sun rises from the far east
And sets in the deep west,
I think I am close to Paradise!
When the birds chirp and the cuckoos sing,
I think I am close to Paradise.
When I feel the coldness from the moon,
My eyes close instantly and I slip into cheerful dreams and then,
I think I am close to Paradise!
These thoughts drag me into the depths of
Heaven’s fantasies, consoling my hurt soul.
It makes me feel so light!!
Oh so light!!
That I could fly!!
But then suddenly something dreadful happens,
The axe of hatred and vice snaps the rope of virtue and goodwill
And then I begin to wonder :
“was it a dream?? Or was I just close to Paradise!!”
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
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[27-October-1995 : Friday]
WINTER
Ah! The season of winter,
How beautiful,
How serene!!
My soul never before seemed pleased
Even when I viewed , the moon in full
or the lustrous country-side’s pleasant scene!!
The dawn wakes me up
With the bird’s melodious songs.
The fresh morning air fill my lungs up,
And I yearn to hear the distant sound of temple-gongs!
I thank thee my lord
For making this Winter delightful;
I pray to thee almighty
To make this season last for eternity!!
So that I could relish its beauty
To my heart’s full!!
The eagles soar high up in the spotless blue sky,
With an intention to embrace it.
But descend down with a regretful sigh;
As they remember that, this season, down there
Is the Heaven’s forgotten bit!!
As I sit by the fire-place
The epochs of my childhood reel down
With a tremendous pace.
I still can recall those juvenile days,
When I used to live by the country-side.
The foggy mornings were chilly
And the water in the ponds cold
But it bloomed as it always did,
The gracious white water-lily !!
Whose beauty, even the celestial gods would behold!!
The cat and the dog warmed themselves sitting by the fire-place
And there were absolutely no angry growls, no barks and no scratches!
Instead the dog put on a welcome look
And the cat gently purred
And they shared the same sleeping place!
When the natural enemies become bosom buddies,
We know,
‘Tis the season of gaiety,
‘Tis the season of non-enmity!
But when I wake up to reality,
I see everywhere, enmity, enmity, enmity!
When sworn enemies can forget their hostility,
Pray tell me why can’t we??!!!
Come, let’s join our hands together
With this heavenly season as a motivator
And make this earth a better place to live in;
Free from malice, free from selfishness,
free from cruelty and free from sin!!
‘Coz ‘tis the season of gaiety,
‘Tis the season of non-enmity!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
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LONE-HEART
One wintry night
I climbed atop the hill
To view the beautiful sight
Of my village seated at the foot of the hill.
Radiant lights from the myriad dwellings
Equaled the brilliance of a million stars
That lit up the sky that night!
My imaginations rose high up
And in reverence my heart slowed down
Its pace by a beat.
But the next moment, it sank down a bit,
For I realized how alone I was ;
Alone, alone!
If only someone lit up my life
Like the glittering stars in the sky,
Someone who’d say “…you are my life!”
Would this ever happen?? Sigh!!
I always linger by the side of the road,
Called ‘Life’, for someone to come by and say ‘Hi….!’
‘…Can I help you lessen down your load?’
But no one comes, no one came!
Life still is just the same!
I sometimes find myself eagerly looking forward for the day
When I’ll bade life a ‘Goodbye’!
Then I’d be up there in Heaven,
Playing a harp and a halo gracing my head,
While I relish a ride; cloud-driven!!
Alas! All this could happen only if I drop dead!!
I’m quite aware that these are mere fantasies,
Just like those fragile and delightful daisies,
For when its day arrives,
It turns pale, and falls lifeless to the ground…!!
Its former beauty forever ceases to thrive!
No one comes, no one came …..!!!!!!
Life still is just the same!!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
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An Ode to a Friend
[For SINI Menon**]
Tired of this wicked world
And unknown of my destination,
When I first knocked on your friendship’s door;
I knew not what I had for me in store.
But when you threw open the door,
My eyes – which until then had only seen cruelty and atrocity –
Saw inside a paradise of happiness and joy,
That seemed to stretch itself beyond the points of eternity.
You were the anchor that held me in my sorrow’s sea.
You were always there to offer your shoulder for me to cry.
But then, I realized, very, very late
That you are the inviting colorful horizon;
The more I tried to come closer to it,
The more farther it seemed to move away from me!!
True to my fears, now you ask me to forget you…….
But pray tell me , how can I ??
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
** This is, or rather, was the name of my dearest (pen)friend
who in a brief period of time had taught me all the
important nitty-gritties of life. Our friendship lasted a good
period of over 2 years, after which she just got away. She was
dignified in that she notified me of her inability to
continue the correspondence anymore. All I can say is that I have
learnt a LOT about this life from her. And that I can never forget her
advise.
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[11-June-1997 : Friday]
PANACEA
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It lies behind the range of those green hills.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For then we could lead a merry-full life, filled with all the frills.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
Only then the society will reserve a seat of honor for you.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
Otherwise the same people will never even think
twice before they dump you!!
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For it’s an indispensable asset of one’s life;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
And only then we can lead a life without constant strife.
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It’s the only available remedy for the man’s pain;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For then, I bet, life will never be the same again!!
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
It is said to be buried where the magnificent rainbow ends;
Come let’s go and find a fortune,
For on it, a man’s life very much depends!!
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
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[1996]
A Dying Flower
Is he the son of my love;
Or is he the sin of my love?
Tell me, ye Gods!
Who’s he?
How can you say anything?
For you are too busy;
Writing the destinies of us mortals!
But I can swear that he’s mine!
My own flower, cultivated from the garden
Of meticulous care, patience and pain.
Those laborious long months of nine,
Saw me go through a lot of pain;
But I overcame the hurdle with perseverance.
And now when the flower has finally blossomed,
You are all set to destroy it!!
Answer me God!
How could you it?
What harm has this little child brought upon you?
The child, who didn’t even open his lotus like eyes,
To acquire the knowledge of conscience!
The child, innocent enough to be unaware of virtue and vice!
“YOU”, whom people think have a ocean like heart,
Would you let the child fade away just like that?
Won’t you at least let him feel the warmth of maternity ?
Or would you rather let him be perpetuated
By the long arms of eternity?
-------Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
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