Inner Universe

Have you felt the warmth of a fiery heart

The way she scalds all in her path

Have you stood close by and watched

As walls collapsed and bridges arose

Intentions misjudged at slightest stray,

And efforts scorned with jealous ease,

Yet unquestioned her gallant strides

She walks on…burning her path!

Feel the uproar in her ever bright eyes

Know the grandeur in her steadfast gaze

Wings spread out, horizons to span

Sparks withheld, saved for frontiers ahead

To relieve her chains, to free her qualms

She moves past the deceit and troubles

Knowing for once that love will not last

Yet close her heart keeps some Hope…

The Showers offer Change

These clouds that speak of something ominous

I wonder when they shall shower upon me

When its cold drops shall touch my face

Rolling down my cheeks,

Resting then on a dry earth.

Tumultuous the rains are, yet all remain still

The leaves do not droop with dew

The ground is still hard

The breaths of air are still lifeless

I wait for them to shower

Splatter, so that all may feel the cold and the warmth.

Shower that all may Change…

Yet they move above me,

Both hope and despair imparting.

They speak of a change, a new uprising

Their thunder is loud, but echoes do not remain.

It rains for days,

Yet none feel the drizzle.

Still many wait, to catch the first drop,

Of those Showers that offer Change…

She cries...

Tried so hard, to make sense of your wisdom.

But now it does not matter

We have gone as far as we could go.

Tired of living the roles you set down...

Tired of watching you break rules I am to follow.

Once I had nothing to say...

Now things have changed.

Have we no choice to decide,

Have we no freedom to our beliefs?

Can’t I feel my own life,

Without you telling me it’s forbidden?

Have we crossed the line too far?

That you take matters to your own court

And so guiltlessly ‘punish’ us??

You speak of ethnicity...

Yet everyday, you shove it away

With your well practiced sneers and catcalls.

If you so eagerly set examples so horrid

Why else would faith not be misunderstood?

Why wouldn’t  you be called a fanatic?

We believe in tradition that has stood the test of time,

But not in tradition that will separate you and me!

Why must you tie our wings?

While we never even fly outside the nest,

But afraid that one day we might!!

Soon, we will not stand by such atrocities,

When we are just as capable of flying...

While you remain grounded, wings broken…

Soon, more voices will emerge…

Then no strategy of yours will be enough,

To hold back discontent reborn…

No more space for Hope...

  

    Every now and then I’m faced with a crisis…its not usually simple enough for me to explain here but it generally revolves around this small expression: “What the hell am I doing now?!” I survive these episodes of euphoric (yes, euphoric…) depression with the self consolation that most people must also be going through times like this and the hope that ‘this too shall pass’, but this time that hasn’t helped me out too much. I have always believed in the power of Hope. There have been times in which the most important people in my life have not been there to show support…there have been times when the people I expected to believe in me, didn’t really believe that I would be able to accomplish certain things (I don’t blame them, if it was me in their shoes it would have been the same.) but belief in the Big Guy, and hope that things will turn out the way I pray have kept me on the road (albeit at a slow pace)…

But the crisis now is that hope is keeping me down. Whats the point in hoping, in praying, in dreaming of something and then finding out that it wasn’t worth it? What if  the glory I hope for doesn’t want me? What will happen if Hope gives way to dependence and I shut out all other doors of opportunity? What if I’ll never wake up from making castles in the air…castles that no one else wants to see…castles that will wither away soon….

And so for now…I bid adieu to hope…

sooner or later

Hmm...i find that laziness can be quite an obstacle..its been more than a week since i've come back from indore..I meant to write about it here..u know a detailed version..but that seems far to difficult now.Now its not the laziness its the lack of time..My classes for 2nd yr start the day after.Though it doesn't sound too ominous,i'm pretty scared.So i just hope i'll be able to post that and a few poems(which need a bit more work n lengthening) sooner or later..
till then....bye bye

The Puppet

She holds her head up so high,

When all she wants deep inside

Is to just let it all go,

To feel for once on her own!!

But she’s a puppet in her own world…

Those strings just pull her back

Tugging at a heart ripped apart

If fate could hold still for a second

Then she would live…she would,

Never as a puppet in her own world!

She would stand so still to catch a breeze

Sleep one night without those tears

Whistle a tune to ease her disquiet

Remember a kiss for the love it held

Steal a touch to remember it again

Hold a friend close for all to see

Smile for once with her heart

Smile for once without having to hide it all!

But fate still sways against her hope

Time still stays against her will

No one can cut the ropes that bind her so

All they do is tighten her role

And still she remains a puppet in her world...

All she does is dance a tune

A song written by minds unknown

To decide her fate, her path to choose

Her love to be, her passionate rights

Her way of life, her last deluge…

Still a puppet in her own world

The Missile Man comes to CMC!!

Ok what I’m about to say is pretty cool. There was this huge (I mean it…)function at my college today... Now guess who the chief guest was…………Dr A P J Abdul Kalam!!!!

He launched the new project from Institute of palliative Medicine (in association with cmc students and the city police…cool huh).Titled SREE it stands for Support Rehabilitation Education Empowerment is a landmark achievement in palliative medicine (which means giving treatment directed at relief from pain for terminally ill patients..)It’s also the first such program that incorporates the participation of the police force, something the City Police Commissioner was very pleased to point out today. But the person who stole the show today was no doubt our beloved former pres! I mean he still runs about with the zeal of youth. No wonder people throng to see him…some people can just ooze off energy with their charisma. He even teased us during the interactive session…. ‘Are you all tired?’, ‘you are hungry?’

After the speeches we had an interactive session, which we had to unfortunately cut short due to the shortage of time. Students had pooled in 300+ questions (I think) of which only 11 were selected but only 4 could be presented! But Dr Abdul Kalam sir took care of those few questions with such ingenuity. The questions ranged across various topics: dreams, the space program etc etc. While answering he always asked about the students: asked them what their ambition in life was as a doctor (which he ingrained into us as erasing pain), which field they wished to specialize in (Preventive care!), what is your mission (you will find out the genetic cause for heightened cardiac problems in India)….and so on!

I should probably say the other ideals he introduced through his keynote address. He made us say aloud the following

• If God is with me, no one can be against me
•  I will work with integrity and succeed with integrity-He mentioned a case where a young doctor admitted to committing a mistake in surgery and damaging a patient’s artery. He went on to ask us how many of us would grow up to be able to claim our shortcomings and mistakes (a few hands came up at this point).
• A Medical Oath-this one was pretty long. I couldn’t take it down.

Another aspect of the event was the extensive security measures. We had to go through that big metal detector thing (I’m still not sure what its called J ),had to get frisked, had to leave our mobiles outside(those few tech-free hours were actually quite relieving… but I kind of felt like a goose stuck on an island-I’m not even sure what that means!) and had to have invitation passes and ID cards. I managed to get a volunteer pass only much later on! Thankfully the security people didn’t bother too much at the compering desk… (Yeah I was there to compere.. J..There were two of us. I’m sooo grateful to my friends for calling me!)) .But we had to write down name and details etc and only a selected group were allowed onstage. The saddest part was we couldn’t get his bday gift sanctioned by the security (yeah it was Dr Abdul Kalam’s birthday today).We gave a huge card instead.

Ah...next order of business: the media! There were hordes of these guys!Like I said..huge function!!

All in all, it was a momentous occasion for CMC. I’m just glad we were all there to witness it.