Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Following you,
across oceans and streams.

Paddling hard,
to keep up with your vigour
Drifting to port side,but battling,
to be there.

Long may you run,
edging me to come close,
in stormy weather,in misty seas,
I will still come.

I may get thrown,
my body might break,
the mind will cry for mercy,
I'll still follow you.

The lookout calls out,screams,
'come back,it is not safe'
I will not pay heed to such lofty shouts,
I'd still push forward.

I still have not reached you.
But I will.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

What I see my self as...

I see my self as a person who does not believe in organized religion nor spirituality.

I am also somewhat anti-establishment though I do not voice out often for obvious reasons.

I do not have a god who I look up to, the only people I look upto are my parents.

I see my self as a social activist in a few years, though I my main interest is psychology.

I see my self as a clinical psychologist.

I see my self as a non-conformist, but sadly I have to conform, again,for obvious reasons.

I see my self as free spirited, while holding nothing sacred in life.

I see my self as a good friend.

I look at my self as a musician, though not professional.

I also look at my self as a poet,again not in the formal sense.

I see my self as a social worker right now,but only in a voluntary sense.

I see my self as a keen first-aider,again only voluntary.

I  also see my self,as a Gay rights activist later on in life,for which I was inspired yesterday at the Queer Pride March.

I look at life in a funny way.

I think wierd things sometimes.Duh!!!I am wierd.



Friday, June 26, 2009

Caged Bird,Maya Angelou

Caged Bird

 

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

 

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

 

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

 

 

Maya Angelou           


I Found this poem very inspiring.I hope it does the same to you. 

Cracking Collegian Code

I have been thinking so much about rebelling against the 'system' that exists in our surroundings,be it at university or just in a government office. I am a great fan of the hippies and the beats of the 60's and beyond because they had their own methods of being rebellious. It is maddening sometimes that, eventhough you see so many things you would like changed,it never can be changed fully unless you are in a position of power and that being on the top of a certain hierachy.

  The system dictates everything that happens in an institution. Teachers have no say, students certainly have no say and sometimes people in high administrative positions,they also have no say.Liberation is the hot topic of the season,but how liberating is it that you cannot put forward your greivances without the fear of being expelled from the institution?. The media has a field day when they have to interview students on their various difficulties,but then again how much further do they take it?.The 1st estate like in the days of the French Revolution will not be bothered. They have their luxury,comforts and stature.A hierachy in a real sense exists to be accessible to anyone who requires their help and support.A vice chancellor exists,a pro vice chancellor exists or there is a character known as the dean.We students go into their abodes with much expectation,but there are several barriers you have to cross,people you have to cajole,fake smiles you have to put on when your insides are boiling with raje and hurt.They do stress on holistic development and there is a certain Mission statement that reads " ' The' University is a nurturing ground for an individual's holistic development to make effective contribution to the society in a dynamic environment".We are as students made to memorize this.

 Lets break the mission statement into tiny tit bits.It is a nurturing ground.It does nurture you with the many opportunities it gives you and I appreciate that. The nurturing also is supposed to happen on another level altogether.We do not have a proper medium to put forward our various ideas,thoughts and questions to the hierachy.They teach us to be innovative and to be individuals with a scientific temper.The only person we could atleast think of going to is the councellor,because at least we are confident of the fact that they will talk to us in a polite manner.The entire system just stinks of red tape, of bureaucracy. 

 The next bit in the mission statement "for an individuals holistic development". Holistic development does take place with the value based sessions they have for us in holistic education classes.The 1st estate does not see students unless ofcourse they have committed a certain misdemeanour,then they are the happiest to meet the students. This particular attitude changes when a student approaches the higher up's with a genuine problem. Now,we have to cross dangerous bridges with frothy white water gushing down below.

   Next concept, "to make effective contribution to the society". True, the University does have social responsibility as a core value and I am positive that they follow it to the core. People are given new leases of life and entire communities are developled. Applaudable.There are many more aspects to social responsibility that individuals don't pay much attention to, eventhough it is very much needed.This is somewhat a follow up to my previous article titled "Observations". Close circuit cameras are quick to be installed to curb crime and ragging, again highly commendable. But,basic amneties like a stretcher,or for instance a medic on campus,well,the core value of social responsibility sadly does not seem to apply here.This breeds a lack of awareness and most importantly a lack of care.Students approach the world outside the university gates and the same lack of interest, and the affectedness, it spreads amongst the masses and then we have a society that stinks of apathy which  seems to have become a totem in the present world.

 The last idea" in a dynamic environment". This sure does take the cake. 



    

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Observations

Health problems continue to increase day by day. People fall ill,or simply may fall and fracture a body part. This is normal, or rather you could call it just human. Life has become such a rat race in people and institutions trying to portray their excellence while forgetting important, basic aspects like having a nurse on duty. Its simple and it is practical. 

  It is important to focuss on these important aspects whether it is an university or merely a workplace. 

Our university does not have a infirmary with proper facilities eventhough there are over 10,000 students on roll.

We do not have a trained nurse or a medic to handle emergencies or to administer basic first aid.

We do not have an ambulance or let alone a stand by vehicle for an emergency,the university prefers the use of Auto Rickshaws. 

Training in first aid is not given to students or teachers.

The use of a gurney or a stretcher is unheard of.

The councellor is the contact person for any emergency and all she has to offer is one single bed, and of course the immediate transportation to the nearest hospital which is very much appreciated, eventhough it is often by Auto Rickshaw.

Students and teachers continue to stare at or promptly shift the injured or the ill to the councellors room. 

Follow up procedures are minimal once a student is admitted into a hospital. 

Staff members do not accompany the ill/ injured to the hospital,they feel another student is responsible enough. 

And finally one of the core values of our university is social responsibility.


These are little things I, as a student have observed in my 2 years of education at the University. I am not pointing fingers or blaming anyone, but it is just the system and how it functions. We read the newspapers everyday and we see some sort of accident that has happened and the casualty dying on the way to the hospital or his or her condition aggravating while being transported to hospital. 

Have we ever taken a minute to think why this happens?

It is because of the lack of awarenes, Spot On!

People are scared of getting involved because they do not have the knowledge or the skills to handle an emergency be it an auto accident or merely just a case of fainting. 

The good samarital act exists, but how many are aware of it?

Education starts from the grassroot level.That is at the school and university level.You and I cannot go upto a person on the road and tell him,"Hey man, you are doing it wrong, this is the correct way to lift a casualty".We just cannot do that. It is just the way they have been functioning for the past so many years. But,if we go up to a college student and ask him,"would you like to learn how to handle a casualty with a damaged spine?", I am sure he would be atleast interested to learn. This is where change begins.It always begins on a small scale, sometimes very frustrating. The mindset of a community takes a while to change, but it can be done.We have to try. It cannot be done merely by rhetoric. We have to practice it ourselves.

Let us rally for change and begin to spread awareness and develop as human beings.Education alone is not going to do it.

First Aid Saves Lives.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

The tooth fairy,
the invisible duck,
the shallow souled baboon,
all humane;in shapes and forms.

Middle eastern dreams,
enchant,the glorious mouse,
skittering and scattering,
it vanishes into, thin dust.

The porcupine shoots,venom filled arrows,
driving them deep, into the baboons soul,
misty figures, in solitude they wait,
the second coming, the new king at last.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Death Room

A green apple,
an orange, an yellow banana,
fruity loops;looping around me,
crunchy and chunky, blue and white.

A fruity spirit envelopes me,
citric acid floats through my veins,
heart pounding,acid yellow blood,
foamy, sour;my tongue runs wild.

Fruit peel scattered around,
emitting foul smells,
like human remnants-
out of a death room,cold,shimmering white.

Ugly fruit peels, the liver and the heart,
the body cutting boy,plucking them out,
his mind filled with acid, so divine,
Alas! he makes gruel for the beast outside.
Southbound fantasies,
calling on the northern star,
love shines dimly,
mystique yellow.

Passion glows like fireflies,
free on a moonless night,
shedding light, spreading joy,
in our darkened world,so supine.

Countries battle,the world filled with-
strife,like a hot air balloon,
passing by the sun, so vile,
the firefly flies, for freedom and everlasting joy.

Humanity turns in for the night,
after a long,hard day;turquoise and white,
the firefly, our guardian, our guide,
flutters through and through, a universe so blind.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A lemon's journey to heaven

Lemons suspended in mid air,
fresh sour and green.
They taste tangy on my sweet tongue,
adds flavour, adds colour, so green.

Its late now,
I am dreaming of paradise,
of Paris Island, of Greece,
so colourful, like lemons at midnight

Memories forlorn, faded,
like old lemons, not attained nirvana,
the moon, the stars called out
the lemons went to heaven.

Heaven, enchantingly utopian,
welcomed the lemons solemnly.
It said " My dear lemons, you've done good,
continue to do good, for your own good."

Oh lemon, I hope you met the messiah
Tell me what he said, I'd love to know.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Locked Out

Locked out of home,
hungry and cold,
I sat on the ledge,
thinking rhythm and blues.

An eerie silence,
on 2nd cross,desolate,
I sat tapping a beat,
inside my cursed head.

A feeling of powerlessness,
cursing,
thinking of life inside,
I continued to hallucinate.

Visions of Warmth,
a soft pillow, fleeting past,
relentless, unforgiving,
Oh!I feel susceptible.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009