Friday, August 13, 2010
Thesis Side-effects
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Roots of Hindu Culture - I
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Love Hatred
I am a woman.
Many writers have epitomised me as a symbol of love.
But I have no intentions of penning down how beautiful love is, and how horrible hatred is? But in a small and limited journey of mine, I intend to write how love and hatred are integral parts of our lives – and, if not balanced from either side – can make you an exploiter or an exploited.
This journey is about accepting the truth with full heartedness – and then walking the path of harmony – where there is room for everybody – for love and for hatred.
It is hard to believe in people who like being optimistic yet simultaneously hate being pessimistic. How can an optimist tread a path towards “life”, unless she accepts the plausible doubts of a pessimist. In that case, an ostrich with a dug head and a pigeon with closed eyes – are the optimists. Or a person who fights the armies with white flag might be classified as a pessimist. Paradigms of optimism and pessimism are not the actions one do, but the dreams one live. A pigeon with closed eyes might be optimistic about his death, but he didn’t dream about being alive either. Had he dreamt? He would have been flying high with his life! Everybody termed non-violence as a pessimistic’s tool, but Gandhi dreamt of freedom and accepted the truth. And from the truth – germinated the acts – term it optimism or pessimism, you may!
Optimism and Pessimism are two colors of life without which life is not fully visible. Similarly, love is survived by hatred and hatred is survived by love. You can not love a helpless fish if you fail to see her place in the food chain of a hungry scavenger! Beyond these debates of blacks and whites – stands truth – aloof and unaltered.
Friday, February 26, 2010
When tides flow against me
And my own shadows leave faith in me
I know I have to rise
From the depths of darkness
As somewhere I am sure
I am the one I believe in
When sun is too bright
And still makes me devoid of light
I know I have to shine
From the heat of unjust
As somewhere I am sure
I am the one I count upon
When my earth slips beneath my feet
And my own values shake my world
I know I have to relive
From the ashes of my errors
As I am sure
I am the one I survive by