Who is she?

The long legged woman,in red and black,looked steadfastly at the "flashy cars,creme suit men",ride past her.She looked intently,desires burning in her "smokey eyes",desirous of a fulfilled life,desirous of getting back to bed,safe and sound.Her desires smashed to the cold stoney grounds,with the screeching long cars and thuds of black polished boots.Society calls her prostitute!Abhors her for indecency,treats her as scum,smacks her face,and smears it with disrespect.Yet,society needs her.She is no daughter,no mother,no sister,no beloved.She is but a  "woman" with flesh and hollow soul.She is a prostitute,yet society needs her.A "woman" she is,yet disrespected by her own clan.Yes!she is a "women",yet her children are tainted "bastards".Yes,she is a woman,and society needs her.Needs her,to fulfill the dark deep desires,down the dark streets of the "red light"area.Yes,she is wanted,though momentarily.Yet,she is a scum,a prostitute.Woman of flesh and hollow soul.Yet,society needs her?

She has no place to go.No recognition to hold,no motherhood to cherish.She is no sister,no daughter,no mother,to sink in the tenderness of love.When on a cold night,she walks down the lane,is their anyone who would kiss her lips,Sing her love songs or wipe her tears?Yet,society needs her.

Is she really needed?Momentary,yes indeed,but
never for lifelong.

Society,it is!The cruelsome society.

Modernization or alienation?

What is this modernization, modernization?

When we have no time for realization?

What is this modernization,modernization?

When we have no time for realization?

What is this tech creature?

Making us suffer from alienation?

What is this modernization,modernization?

When I crave for love,with no friends around

Wanting to bask in the warm arms,

What is this modernization,modernization?

Because,I suffer from alienation.

Boxed in a room,

I drink and smoke,

What is this modernization,modernization?

I am but a creature of techni-sation.

What is this modernization,modernization?

I need friends,real and coy,

Whose ears I can blare with the words,Ahoy!

What is this selfie-nation?

Where is it leading us,this modernization?

What is this modernization,modernization?

We are but pets,pets strapped to the gadget-demons,

We are but slaves,trying to find salvation

What is this modernisation?

When I see a war,I walk away,

blinded with Techni-sation,

What is this modernization,modernization?

When on my birthday night,surrounded by techno-freaks,

I wait to blow my candles,

I wonder:oh what creep

What Is this modernization,modernization?

I am left alone,I suffer from alienation

What is this big screen tablets,

And small screen phones,

And blaring I pods,and Gucci shoes from abroad,

Ensnaring me to embrace techni-sation

I run away

Crying,save me from modernization,modernization,

I have had enough of this alienation.

"The story of the nightingale"

When I was young,I didn't quite understand what love was,and love stories definitely had no implications on me.I was never desirous of travelling down the lane of vows,cuddles and solitary moonlight walks.So when the young boy wept for not being able to bring his lady love the blood red rose,I only laughed.And when the nightingale above the tree,beneath which the bright boy wept uncontrollably,I wondered what was wrong?Till one moonlit night,the beautiful nightingale sung to the tunes of love,sacrificing its blood,pierced his breast into the thorn of the white rose tree.Blood flowed,down the criss cross twigs,colouring the rose blood red,till the nightingale died,died for the sake of love.And my heart now writhes in pain,to realise how brutal was the bright boy,to throw away the bright red blood drenched rose into the gutter,betrayed by the woman he loved.I now no longer laugh at the vows of love,no longer sneer at its existence..

A tribute to nature

One evening,near the sea,I gazed at the vastness of the shimmering land.The clear,cold and shimmering waters,against the warmth of the setting sun,adding red hues to the sky.The beauty of nature,and the glory in watching it,I had been lost in it.How blissful is it to gaze at something more breathtaking and beautiful than the most beautiful masterpieces of jewelriesWatching the sun set against the snug beach,draped in a sarong ,so light that it flared against the breeze.How breathtaking is it,I thought to myself.If nature is so beautiful,why are we wrecking havoc on it?If nature is the epitome of peace and serenity,why does mankind not be satisfied?Why are we propelled by the intensity to destroy it?I intently thought to myself.

That evening,I couldnt sleep in peace.My mind was full of the screams,with images of the dead devastated nature.Memories of the past haunted me.I was scared.I thought:if I were a bird,how would I feel to be homeless?If I were a tree,how would I feel to be chopped into pieces?If I were but a butterfly,how would I feel when I had no buttercups to feed on?I shivered at the thought.The intensity overcame me.I thought to myself how would I as a human feel to be rendered homeless?To be stabbed innumerable times?To be mercilessly thrown against the vast victims of hunger and poverty?How would I feel?This is a question that lingered in my mind.Perhaps,my flitting against the bed that night arose from the intensity of the questions I longed to ask my fellow beings.How would you feel?.

 "WHAT MONEY CAN'T BUY"


Money,is the symbolism of power in society.If you have money,you can buy all your whims and fancies.Money is as important as food ,in order to survive in this society.

However,not all fancies and whims can be bought by money!You cannot buy the happiness of looking into someone's eyes,you cannot buy the experience of a first  motherhood,you cannot buy the excitement of a newly married bride,you cannot buy the smile of a sunkissed face.Nature and its beauty;things we can "feel",is untouched by this materialistic comforter.

I want to ask all the gizmo freaks,have you ever felt how it feels to wake up to a beautiful morning,sunkissed after a snow storm?
Have you ever known,how it feels to take a stroll under the crystal moonlit sky?
Have you ever thought of hearing the rythms of the heart's rise and fall?
Have you had time enough,to watch the tides rise and fall?

Did you?

If you haven't you have missed out on this beauty.Nothing compares to the peace your soul is delivered with,with the happiness you get by offering a poor shelter.Nothing compares to the vast expanses of nature!

If money could buy peace,we would be in peace forever,for there would be no wars.But money does create wars,the lust for power,loss of integrity.It has positivity,it has vice.It will allure you,and it is our wise judgement not to let it destroy us!


So,my dear dear friends,once in a while,leave your gadgets behind,walk up the streets and down the lanes:explore and express.Feel the tiny dewdrops,feels the frozen sickle,feel the sunkissed morning.Feel it!

                                             Gender differentiation based on colour codes:


Ladies' Home Journal article in June 1918 said, "The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls.In the 1940s manufacturers settled on pink for girls and blue for boys, so Baby Boomers were raised with wearing the two colors.

This article questions the validity of colour code based gender differentiation.Why is gender differentiation based on colour?The reason behind pink and blue deciding between a boy and girl?The pink and blue colour codes deciding gender is definitely not biological! It is conventional!


My question is why should sex determination be driven by pre set notions of colour codes?.The biasedness of the pink- blue colour is also questionable.If colour determines sex,why doesn't other colours red,green,yellow etc determine that?

I definitely disagree with the colour codes determining sex!These are just conventions society sets to determine the two sexes!I fully disagree with the need to approve of colour codes behind determination of sex.Few researchers have suggested the need for neutral colour code for sex determination.I support this move.What about you?

Gruesome murderer

She watched the cold blooded murder of her mother Lady Dara.At the age of 12,this pre teen watched the ghastly event.She hid behind the big black board.After the murderers left,she quietly crawled towards her mother.She held her face in her tiny blood drenched hands and heard her mother murmer the name of the murderer before she closed her eyes forever.This event had taken a toll on little Dara.She couldn't forget it.She suffered from a mental disorder.Nineteen years later,far away in the snow capped Switzerland,quietly sitting beside the window gazing at the snowfall,she watched intently.She was calm.She hardly spoke.She was a changed person.

Several weeks later,while walking near the Oxford street,she passed by an old wretched looking man.No one knew what was in her mind .She came home,took out her brown copy and scribbled something.Then she went off to sleep.

A year later,the officers found a dead "old man",near the Oxford street.Who was he?This old man was certain Mr.James,owner of a small good shop in a darkened lane.Why was this feeble man killed was the question.The murderer left no clue.Parallaly in the same snow capped Swiss mountains,"Miss Dara",seated by the same window in a calm posture with her eyes moist looked intently at her mothers' picture.It was unsual for her to cry for this is something she never did in years,past the incident of her mothers' murder.In the brown copy,she scribbled something "Mother,You may now rest in peace ,for I have punished the sinners"....

Miss Dara ,was the initiator of the cold blooded murder of the "wretched old man".She hunted him down at the Oxford street after looking for him for years.She befriended him,gained his trust and stabbed him to avenge the death of her mother.For years,this is what Miss Dara had in her mind.She smiled at last,closed the brown book.This time she didnot go off to sleep.Instead it was time for celebration.Wih her mothers' picture infront,she lit the candles,offered her prayers to the almighty and prayed for the peace of her mothers' soul...The cold blooded murder was avenged.