Defiance

Not following the given path,
making our own identity..
and for our beliefs and passion,
we show our defiance


Its rigid.
the thought process,
the social structure,
expectations of our conducts...
and perception of the character.

Its stagnant,
the life as it is,
also the social policies,
be it intentional or circumstantial...
putting the clogs on our lifestyles.

Freedom being a luxury,
vacations hard earned,
the struggles for better life,
becoming a daily norm.....
bringing stress in our minds. 


Its suffocating,
the judging eyes,
whispering talks,
making fun of, being sarcastic....
of our choices and decisions.

We ignore,
try to forgive or forget,
to avoid any conflicts,
while sticking to our passions....
for our joy and happiness. 

Its frustrating,
affecting our pride,
changing our personality,
ways of interaction....
pushing ourselves into isolation.

We can't change the society,
we can't follow their ways..
we neither judge nor protest,
then why should one questions?
our attitude as our defiance..

River interlinking project

India is a country where both flood and drought happens at the same time and sometimes even in same state. With rise in the frequency of these floods and droughts that are rapidly putting pressure on the farmers, we can't even understand the plight of the wild animals and other living beings in the nature.

What is more alarming, are the pressure mounted my the rising population on the resources, their expansion leading to destruction of forests, drying of natural reservoirs and narrowing of drainage channels.As India is a democracy without any effective law enforcement, and vote banks matter, people misuse the same in making illegal structures/ home/ industries in these government lands and other natural places without giving due importance to its ecological impact. 

So....what was the result? Deluges!!...be it any part of India...North, South, East, West...no one was spared. Thousands lost lives, millions lost home and billions of money lost...Human greed responsible for their fate. 

Why these things needed to act as Prelude for our topic of River interlinking? Its because I wanted to highlight that already enough damage is done!

We have already damaged the ecosystem enough and only we can bring it back but with a strong backing of government and strong law enforcement. As its difficult to bring back the marshlands, the drainage channels, the natural reservoirs, stream from the people who have made structures on it...its nearly impossible in a country like India.
What we can do, is to bring alternatives, like man made canals, acting as all the above...and also interlinking rivers like a road in between. The farmers will get water for irrigation, wild animals can quench their thirst without coming into contact to human dwellings, water can be transported to drought hit areas and it can also decrease the burden of the floods. It can also act as natural reservoir and help greatly in rain water harvesting. Since it being a government project, people can't misuse  the same as it will get similar importance as an expressway or a railway track. 
This project need to be given its due importance, as the idea was started from the British in 19th century to the 70s as ' National Water Grid", abandoned by Congress, again started during Vajpayee times, then abandoned by the UPA government and finally pushed for the first phase by PM Modi.
It had seen its fair deal of politics around it and I only wish it to be started as a pilot project.

What man has made of man?

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

Just browsing some old books, 
I came across one poetry...
I had read in my school times, 
invoking deep thoughts of something,
that we were vaguely aware of ,
the reasons of everything.

Most children in school......naive, 
innocent, unaware of world ways,
care for nature, for living beings,
with new vigor...imagine to do things!

So, these lines from a poetry,
William Wordsworth from 18th century,
beautiful, descriptive for scenery of springs,
yet with some dark undertone....
made me ponder, and also wonder, 
what it meant, what it showed,
and never had I imagined...
his reasons to lament!!

but so came, the age of internet,
and the knowledge with it,
opening my eyes, widening my views, 
bringing the experiences that I lacked, 
for I was young and ignorant...
and then, I knew..the sorrows and regrets, 
dangers that the man possess!!

The forests were burned, rivers clogged,
oceans polluted with plastic and oil,
animals were hunted, birds killed,
and the dwelling of others being seized.
there had been wars..some do continue,
nothing is spared, young and old.
conservationists ignored, scorned or hurt,
and innocents were taught the wrong ways!!

and here I am, in working society,
reading these lines from a wise man,
dejected, and discouraged of man's policies...
I too lamented....

What man has made of man !!

Life choices

Its so dull and boring, there is nothing here,
the conservative elderly, and dirty bumpkins..
they laugh like no worries, blind of world ways,
follow the menial works, slothful or loiter  around
I want to be big!

irritating are their actions, careless are their ways,
their time being in standstill, just waiting to wither away..
I want to escape, a place more alive,
full of lights and glitters, to get at the center stage,
I want to be big!

Opportunity did came, I grabbed and went,
moved to the city, took place on rent,
struggled hard and slowly moved up,  
loosing my sleep, tireless I worked. 
I want to be big!

As head of my workplace, with parties and celebrations,
I achieved my dream, life being full of happiness,
I don't miss village, even asked family to come,
but they reject the proposal, and I don't care....
I got to be big!


I grew up in city, parents were the elite,
my goals were fixed, results to be shown,
had fun during school times, with friends and family, 
with good grades, skills, I climbed up in businesses.
something is missing!

 dry and monotonous routine, as I go to work,
noises and pollution, and chaotic populace,
everyday full of stress, everything time bound, 
feeling guilty to take leaves and nothing to do in it.
something is missing!

I want to escape, get away from here,
to get some space, inhale fresh air,
finally I decided, moved out of city,
buy a land from villager, settled in farmland.
something was missing!

Now I find peace, see every sunrise,
feel the breeze, drink cool water,
listen to the chirruping, rustling of the leaves,
as I sit on my veranda, reading some books.
a sense of fulfillment!

A village festival, I came from city..
a visit of nostalgia, clearing of legal matters..
parents dead, family left, and a new owner,
ancestral home sold and I met the new occupant.

It was a pleasant meeting, we exchanged greetings,
visited the festival, while we chatted,
turned out he was my senior, the one moved to village,
we asked each other the reason, answered in unison......

I had always wanted this...it was my life choice!!

Cell at work

Hello friends,

Just for a heads up...My same routine life continuing, job and home. Watching anime series too in my free time. 
I have been seeing a new continuing series titled 'Cell at work' recently which humorously, and pleasantly  showing some of the inner workings of our immune system and other body cells, some illnesses and their effects. So, as a Clinical Microbiologist..I am happy that its making my line of study, some of which involves infection and immunity, a little interesting to the masses. 
 The episodes involving the incidences were not fairly accurate and might miss certain details, still it does gives lots of information and makes me even happy to be following it as a means of entertainment.

 So a simple writing for it;

 Cell at work,
as a sophisticated society,
like us in real world,
with our responsibilities!

On a microscopic level,
every one have their duties,
along with proper scrutinies,
and punishing the guilty.

The dangers also lurk,
in the dark alleys,
even the alien invaders,
or the berserk insiders...

Every one works,
with lot of sacrifices,
to keep it functioning..
the world called..... our own body!!

Outdoorish me..

Sitting on the chair,
working on my computer,
small letters, noisy machines,
make my mind to wander..
to have a little daydream.

Outside the glass window screen.
the golden sunlight pouring in,
as I lifted my eyes,
bringing my gaze...
only tall apartments to be seen!

So being struck inside,
a bit of melancholy,
and have a heart craving,
for bounties of nature,
of mountains and sea.

From the lush of greenery
lying on the bed of flowers,
smelling the fragrance,
being touched with blades of grass..
and a welcoming morning dew.

Or be it some adventure,
hill climbing and scrambling,
thrill of the height, 
and the view of the valley.. 
with breath of fresh and chilly winds!! 

A visit to seashore,
playing with the sand,
or facing giant waves..
exploring the calmness and vastness,
while relaxing on the yacht.

Be it the lakes or Riverside,
a bit of boating and fishing,
along with the camping,
eating with the barbecue,
or even on a campfire.

With friends, a common goal,
just to enjoy the moments,
any sites, any places,
but it had to be outside...
playing, relaxing, enjoying..
 
Is the Outdoorish me!!

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Alas..it was a mere Daydream.

Freedom to live (part-2)

On a fateful day,
on my daily scramble,
I had my encounter,
cheerful younglings of your kind, 
playing with our kindred,
on the other side of hedge.

Hidden in bushes,
to my surprise,
they flourished, 
so were some others,
but only a chosen few,
inside that alluring cage.

Temptation it was,
but I could see,
you too had conflicts,
clash of ego!
breaking things, damaging places,
destroying the little left for myself.


You had everything,
a big dwelling,
larger space,
cleaner air, pure water,
place to lie...away from dangers,
at your own backyards.

Wilds on lease,
life of tame ones...at your whims!
wearing their skins, woolen coverings,
taking their milks and fledglings,
poking, messing, tormenting, 
forcing them to submit!

Is it my frustration or envy?
while I breath the polluted air,
drank the dirty water,
foul and soiled food,
and your kinds having...
fresh and clean provisions!

Still you want more,
grabbing my territory,
apathetic to my plight,
you keep demolishing builds, 
crushing my household,
my shelter..place to sleep.

I protested, 
growled and snarled,
even bite your flesh,
but it was of no avail.
for you were secure,
behind that hard shield.

Your strike was fast,
brought the fatal wound....
Now, my voice leaving me,
Still, I had silent screams,
my last desperate attempts,
for....Freedom to live.

Freedom to live (part-1)

Ah...such a beautiful sight,
everything so bright,
fragrance of greenery,
scent of my brethren,
to play and feed,
every day and night. 

But safety being concern,
under the elder's lead,
we survived and thrived,
even in our struggles,
licking our wounds,
in different seasons.

Over the tight rope,
balancing we walked,
hoping that peace will last.
Then breaking the harmony, 
driven by greed and pleasure,
suddenly you all came...to our life.

Chased, hunted, captured,
as you slowly enclosed,
even the bests among us,
only be sacrificed or martyred....
still you lots stood laughing
while we surrendered to our fate.

I was lucky to escape,
hide and await,
as you leave to your life.
My home is gone,
so are my brethren..
and I stared at changing landscape.
   
For provision, for shelter,
to sustain, to preserve,
compete for limited resource...
I sneaked to your world,
wasted foods, and things,
I stole, brought for self,
all while keeping the faith,
to avoid you.. harbinger of death. 

Its raining...

Its raining...
slow and continuous,
mild drizzle or pouring,
chilly and biting,
to flesh and bones.

dark clouds soaring above,
scant populace on streets,
small streams flow on path,
taking the impurities with it....
and submerging my feet.

A bit of melancholy it is?
or a moment of nostalgia,
affecting my sensibilities,
giving off those vibes,
bringing out my mood swings!!

Its raining,
with its breeze,
spreading the petrichor ....
and immersed in its flavor,
are my heart and soul.

Pleasure

 What governs the world..
if not the Pleasure?

Of money or fame,
of life or death,
of lust or love,
for others or self !!

Pleasure I seek,
desires that have been,
to bring out the most,
from my daily routine.

as a craving,
it calls me out,
or as a power,
controls my decisions.

Greed of worldly things,
the pride of achievements,
be it lust, I may not speak,
or the plain envy did I feel?

Gluttony...the one I have ignored,
but my wrath only got soured,
tired and lazy I became a sloth,
Deadly sins...for all its worth.

Pleasure a sin or is it so?
for it moves the life cycle,
and thus being aware...
I accept it all  !!

But society warns,
it has its implications,
but not be in excess,
my satiety is from a little.

I would still strive,
struggle with all my might,
for the joy and happiness....
for my own pleasure.

 

 

Impulsivity

Impulsivity..
a bit of spontaneity,
an act of emotion,
seeking of freedom.


Dry and monotonous,
my life on stasis,
everyday is same,
an unease in calmness....
a little spark of excitement,
or some thrills or adventure,
that we read in stories,
exposures of the characters.

Its a rarity..
to see something new,
or its my indecisiveness,
letting these worries grew.
I have a lot, 
yet asks for more..
to feel more alive,
life points, I want to score.

Not to be hasty,
a planning is needed,
but does it brings the charms,
of something sudden or unexpected?
a little change in perspective,
may be all I need,
a little push to my back,
or a companion for courage.

Sometimes I do wonder,
what if, I break these chains,
winding my mental restrains,
to break out, to be free,
of fears of uncertainties,
but it feels insane!

Impulsivity it is,
that appeals my heart,
instinctive, passionate,
to pursue the real joy,
being passionate or emotional,
not calculative of actions,
and then may be...
find my true happiness!!

The sand of time.

The sand of time,
that slowly moves,
but definitely moves,
forward and ahead....
even if we realize or not.

The memories of the past,
that come and go..
be it good or bad,
like waves of the sea,
invoking emotions in our heart.

but there are routines,
be it social responsibility,
or our daily activities,
driven by own desires,
making us lost in the moment.

Still, the time will move, 
as the clock is ticking,
the gears are moving,
and when it gets our attention..
we are only helpless spectator.

we have our regrets,
the dread of coming fate,
the days wasted,
and things we could have done,
if given more time.

So came the thoughts,
as I watched the hourglass,
sitting on my table,
with its glass bulbs,
supported by wooden pillars.


being present...it denotes time,
the glass bulb of infinity,
and the slow trickling,
of the sand within...
displaying the magnanimous symbolism. 

A lifetime includes,
past, present and future...
but its an instant in time,
a moment in an eternity....
in this sand of time. 

Dreamy day

I am dreamy,
a little warm and fuzzy,
just sitting on the porch,
looking at the clear sky.

The breeze so cool,
caressing my hair,
and the falling leaves...
giving little peck on the cheek.

The air smells something nice,
a bit of nostalgia,
the feeling of floating,
a complete relaxation !!


As a complete submission,
to the nature and the life,
no worries or worldly thoughts,
in my clear mind.

emptiness can be scary,
and loneliness be painful,
but today its welcoming,
like a mother to the baby.

These days of uneventful,
no responsibilities or activities,
just a temporary pause..  
and then will come routine lifestyle.

but now I don't mind,
I can be carefree...
and appreciate the beauties,
charm of the small things...surrounding me.

Thus I wondered,
with a pleasant surprise,
sitting on the porch.....
on such a dreamy day.