The first step is always tough,
The walk seems long and the road rough.
But stepping ahead won’t kill,
After the first, it’s all downhill.
Fight the pain, conquer the fear,
Let go of all you hold dear. . .
The road will show you the way,
Waiting to dawn on you is a fresh new day.
Unleash the infinite strength within,
You will reach the goal, at least begin!
(6 March 2007)
Beautiful Penance [CrWr]
As the years pass by... and peace triumphantly lives on... sometimes the satanic instinct arises, and engulfs all that’s good...
Such is my story...
Once upon a time, billions and billions of years ago, I was but a young kid, just about a couple of million years ago. My cousins and I were always at play! I was young, bold and restless—a winner by blood, a winner who knew not defeat...
That fateful day we were playing yet another game; I knew I’d win, I always did, but no, not this time. One of my little cousins, the youngest, the tiniest one, defeated me! I couldn’t believe it! I, the mighty Earth, defeated? No way! I always had to win, no matter what.
My obsession with winning had nurtured a devil within me that I never knew of, till I saw the ugly face of defeat. And now, when I saw it, I let the devil rule. He talked, I listened, he commanded, I followed, and I ate up my cousin. My little cousin! I ate him up! As the others watched in horror and disbelief, I ate up my cousin! He instantly melted into me, making me feel like he was never meant to have an independent existence. I felt so great, so powerful. I had become bigger, stronger, mightier. I loved the new me!
Years passed by--millions of years that is. My bent of mind shifted from shock to pride to loneliness to grief... My passion to win gave way to my yearning to play again, to lose again—hoping that would rid me of the albatross around my neck. But I myself had severed the delicate ties of relationship so cruelly! Who would play with me now?! I shivered with the cold—within. Not knowing what to do, I continued to be the cold, lifeless planet I had become.
And one day... I suddenly felt an excruciating pain. My penance? I hoped. A meteor, a distant relative, had struck me. Dust flew off in all directions spectacularly. I was still, shocked, and in great pain. But by and by, with each passing day, my pain became more bearable, and the dust collected, into a solid mass, about a quarter of my size!
You all know this mass, he is my little kid. He’s is the eternal symbol of love, beauty and charm. . . popularly known as THE MOON.
(6 March 2007)
Such is my story...
Once upon a time, billions and billions of years ago, I was but a young kid, just about a couple of million years ago. My cousins and I were always at play! I was young, bold and restless—a winner by blood, a winner who knew not defeat...
That fateful day we were playing yet another game; I knew I’d win, I always did, but no, not this time. One of my little cousins, the youngest, the tiniest one, defeated me! I couldn’t believe it! I, the mighty Earth, defeated? No way! I always had to win, no matter what.
My obsession with winning had nurtured a devil within me that I never knew of, till I saw the ugly face of defeat. And now, when I saw it, I let the devil rule. He talked, I listened, he commanded, I followed, and I ate up my cousin. My little cousin! I ate him up! As the others watched in horror and disbelief, I ate up my cousin! He instantly melted into me, making me feel like he was never meant to have an independent existence. I felt so great, so powerful. I had become bigger, stronger, mightier. I loved the new me!
Years passed by--millions of years that is. My bent of mind shifted from shock to pride to loneliness to grief... My passion to win gave way to my yearning to play again, to lose again—hoping that would rid me of the albatross around my neck. But I myself had severed the delicate ties of relationship so cruelly! Who would play with me now?! I shivered with the cold—within. Not knowing what to do, I continued to be the cold, lifeless planet I had become.
And one day... I suddenly felt an excruciating pain. My penance? I hoped. A meteor, a distant relative, had struck me. Dust flew off in all directions spectacularly. I was still, shocked, and in great pain. But by and by, with each passing day, my pain became more bearable, and the dust collected, into a solid mass, about a quarter of my size!
You all know this mass, he is my little kid. He’s is the eternal symbol of love, beauty and charm. . . popularly known as THE MOON.
(6 March 2007)
Appreciation, gratefully received :)
My Intellectual Property Rights prof at the university, Mr. Apurva Bakshi, took the time to go through this blog, and has very generously said the following: (This is his reply to one of my comments on his blog*.)
I'm probably being childishly over-excited, but hey, that actually is important--finding joy in the little things of life...
Thank you, sir.
I hope I continue to get enough of such good stuff, but not so much that it doesn't excite me anymore. ;)
*Wasn't trying to conceal anything by deleting the comment. I'd forgotten I had said the same thing here. (For the ones who don't trust me at all. :P)
Sudeep. Thanks very much for all comments. I think your blog 'Life's a glorious gift' has some highly readable, very fine and interesting posts. Appreciate the remarkable clarity of thought and the beauty of expression. Have already read all your posts and will soon comment on each of them on your blog. Was great reading!! Keep writing and all the best!!
I'm probably being childishly over-excited, but hey, that actually is important--finding joy in the little things of life...
Thank you, sir.
I hope I continue to get enough of such good stuff, but not so much that it doesn't excite me anymore. ;)
*Wasn't trying to conceal anything by deleting the comment. I'd forgotten I had said the same thing here. (For the ones who don't trust me at all. :P)
Change Beckons! [ANN]
Today...
This blog is not turning 42.5249687 months old, my first post is not 3.58165989 years old, and neither is it a certain web designer's birthday--not that I know of.
Yet, because days aren't special; you have to make them special, I'm making this day special--by revamping this blog.
The entire look now comes with a fresh splash of colour... [Full credit goes to the developers of this blogger theme.]
Please let me know what you think about this change... Or change in general, of course. Here's a thought from Christina Baldwin to leave you with.
(Screenshots of the old look are available here.)
This blog is not turning 42.5249687 months old, my first post is not 3.58165989 years old, and neither is it a certain web designer's birthday--not that I know of.
Yet, because days aren't special; you have to make them special, I'm making this day special--by revamping this blog.
The entire look now comes with a fresh splash of colour... [Full credit goes to the developers of this blogger theme.]
Please let me know what you think about this change... Or change in general, of course. Here's a thought from Christina Baldwin to leave you with.
Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.
(Screenshots of the old look are available here.)
At Last the World Won [CrWr]
My heart asks me a question I can't answer:
"Am I earthly, or am I infernal?"
This amazes me; my thinking hits a start,
Ah, at least I still have a ‘heart'!
O you cruel world, I was born selfless,
And you wish to make me heartless!
You wish to draw out of me, all my goodness,
And in the success of that, lies your happiness!
I pity the puppets in your demonic hands,
Trapped like the past buried in the sands.
I was born an angel, serene and pure
You change me, of that I'm sure.
I smile, when actually I'm ready to kill,
I dance when I'd rather be still,
Within me, the colour of purity fades,
Instead of love, there are killing spades.
You desire that I praise and flatter,
Just because it pleases you better.
You think changing wouldn't cost a shilling,
But to change, you are never willing.
You preach of love, humility, and justice,
But you are made up of hate, pride, and malice.
Ablaze within you is a devilish fire,
Goodness you've burnt in the crucible of your ire.
But I can see this is the way to be,
Only in my dreams can I be a spirit free.
I too will ask my heart not to beat,
Kill my conscience and let myself cheat.
I will be what I was never ought to,
Because you desire it, and it shall be true.
I've understood things aren't flowery good,
Covers our pure hearts, your evil hood.
You wish to change me, and change I will.
The good in me, I will myself kill.
From now on, till my death,
Pretence shall fill each breath.
Into my new home, you fake world, I enter,
Defeated by your puissance, I finally surrender. . .
(30 January 2007)
"Am I earthly, or am I infernal?"
This amazes me; my thinking hits a start,
Ah, at least I still have a ‘heart'!
O you cruel world, I was born selfless,
And you wish to make me heartless!
You wish to draw out of me, all my goodness,
And in the success of that, lies your happiness!
I pity the puppets in your demonic hands,
Trapped like the past buried in the sands.
I was born an angel, serene and pure
You change me, of that I'm sure.
I smile, when actually I'm ready to kill,
I dance when I'd rather be still,
Within me, the colour of purity fades,
Instead of love, there are killing spades.
You desire that I praise and flatter,
Just because it pleases you better.
You think changing wouldn't cost a shilling,
But to change, you are never willing.
You preach of love, humility, and justice,
But you are made up of hate, pride, and malice.
Ablaze within you is a devilish fire,
Goodness you've burnt in the crucible of your ire.
But I can see this is the way to be,
Only in my dreams can I be a spirit free.
I too will ask my heart not to beat,
Kill my conscience and let myself cheat.
I will be what I was never ought to,
Because you desire it, and it shall be true.
I've understood things aren't flowery good,
Covers our pure hearts, your evil hood.
You wish to change me, and change I will.
The good in me, I will myself kill.
From now on, till my death,
Pretence shall fill each breath.
Into my new home, you fake world, I enter,
Defeated by your puissance, I finally surrender. . .
(30 January 2007)
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