Thursday, September 2, 2010

"The Dancing Rain Drops"

I have always been a 'dancer in the rain'. I love the little drops strumming my face so soft and tender leaving behind the warmth of joy. Rain has been a fascinating phenomenon ever since I first drenched myself. I don't remember when it was but I remember how I enjoyed it and smiled all my way back from school. My loving mother thrashed me for that!

One time in Shillong (I grew up there, class 1 through 12), when I was in my 8th or 9th standard, heavy rains came pouring down when we were waiting for our car to take us home. Unexpected huge, nearly lawn tennis ball sized, spiked hail stones fell along. Our car window glasses got scratched, the hood got dents and we got bad bruises. That day was when I really got scared of rains. It however didn't break my spirit, I still love drenching myself and splashing water puddles and not carrying umbrella be it hail storms or heavy rains...

I wonder the effect such water drops falling from 'high skies' has on everything...leaves shine better, ground gets cleaned, new life germinates, birds chirp, and breeze gets cooler. I had not much time to stand and enjoy rains for a few years now but these past 4 days I feel like I am in heaven--the little dancing and playful rain drops sing unto my ears in the morning. I watch them caress everything that they touch. The swaying of leaves, the fragrance of the thirsty earth and tiny sparrows bathing themselves. O! How Majestic.

The best dish for a rainy day (personal taste) is hot cup of thick dark coffee and French fries or most loved Indian "Besan ke pakode". My taste buds are tickling! For instance, I had 5 cups of hot tea today!

The little feet of Rain Drops,
Dancing to the rhythm of my heartbeat,
Causing me a restless urge,
I miss my childhood days.


I miss today,
The holding of hands,
Wetting of skirts,
Blowing of whistles with my little friends.


I yearn today to feel-
Feel the surrendering eternal love,
Of Thee-
My companion of silent wishes,
My warrior of untold fears,
My strength of a thousand years.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Education and the New Learning

I have always learned that education paves the way of a better living and can refine one's thoughts. I have always known the difference between being educated and literate - educated beings understand where and what to say and do but all literate beings can't differentiate right and wrong.

Yesterday, 31st August 2010, I and parents have been on a 6 hour journey by car to my Aunt's place. On the way, in a place called Urang, we noticed a traffic jam. Frankly, I had been sleeping so awoke with a noise of honking horns and abusive language. I opened my eyes and with a sleepy head figured out that no vehicle ahead of us were moving nor were any cars coming from the other side. After trying to figure out a way to get rid of the jam I saw that a procession of school children, bearing huge banners, were holding a road blockade. I read the banner and found that their headmaster/principal was expelled from service and the students took out a procession demanding his return to work. My mom and I talked to the other people gathered and found out that their demand or cause was probably not unjust. Since I had not much knowledge about the entire event I kept shut and did not comment. However, after around 30 minutes when things were taking a turn towards rude and hostile behavior, I couldn't help say that "Stupidity and nonsense have limits". An elderly man, I guess a father of one of the students, talked to me and asked what I felt.

During that small conversation I told him that there will be no gains by harassing the general public or bringing the school fight to the roads. In reply he told me that these days some are taught such ways of expressing their intelligence. I then realized that somewhere the education system is faulting. However, since my mother had the Indian Army dependent card through my late brother, we were allowed to move ahead.

The students in the procession were from Class 7 to 10th. I have thinking since then that in my school life we were not so aggressive and never took our school issues to the public or at least not to the roads. It was never that we had no problems but we boycotted classes and took a procession out to the Head Sister's chamber. We used to sit out for entire day in the playground and still we were heard and never were we not respected or loved. I see the change now, students have become so 'political' in their thoughts and actions. Those young kids knew no respect, they had no regards for all the parents and grownups while using insulting and abusive words.

After coming back to Guwahati I have noticed 3 such events. Yesterday's procession blew my wits out. Where is education leading our youth of today? Is it teaching them to be not learning good but learning coercive power form? Is education today teaching the Indian youth not to respect others? Or is it teaching them to be truthful and respectable? How will they be respected if they can't understand how and when to respect whom?

I am neither saying all students and the entire youth population is worthless nor am I saying that I am a very good human being. I though hold myself quite highly educated because I still know how to respect others and at least try to solve an issue by discussion and logical argument not violence. It is time to do a bit of work in teaching our children or young ones about being truly educated and not just having high percentages in progress reports. Let us do one good deed for a better growth of our country.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"Dust"

Life sometimes brings to you a bunch of long awaited surprises and then in the blink of an eye takes some others away! The path to a happy life is unknown to us. We design our own life coloring it with the raw paint of our desires and framing it to our little hearts. I often think that human life is the gypsy way of living-we live through one phase to another of life. With each passing phase we make our choices amongst the mayhem of dilemmas.

I know not who created us- God or Science - but whoever did  has done a great job. We are so different, varied thoughts and colors and yet we survive by breathing in the same air. We are endowed with brains and capabilities. The best we can do is use them the best way we can. The best lived life is of the one who ceases to exist but is still remembered and cried for!

Dust I will one day be,
Riches I have to one day forgo,
I will cease to breathe one day,
My heart will stop beating one day.

One true tear drop,
One heart that beats to see me again,
Just one such being that remembers me,
Will pave the salvation path for me.