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A helpless millionaire government
2007-09-02 00:00:00
I am a tax-payer. I pay tax to the tune of 20% of my salary-my hard earned money. My government collects it. But what is it that they spend it on, I am not aware. Neither would any of the citizens know where this money goes. I am told that this money is spent on infrastructure and development. It is spent in providing us, citizens with the amenities that we all enjoy, that we all us everyday and I wonder what these amenities are.I pay an exorbitant amount for a liter of fuel in my car and I drive more than 20 KM to my office. The roads are so smooth that I need to send my car for a servicing every month and you would want to re-write the meaning of 'Smooth'. I spent half of my travel time in 'traffic-jams' because my government doesn't know what planning is. They build fly-over and cross-over bridges so that they can travel smoothly, not to reduce traffic congestions.We are not lucky enough to see a good monsoon in this city-the capital city, Delhi. But when monsoon comes we fe...
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Beggary in India
2007-09-02 00:00:00
A common scene while you are driving, at any crossing in Delhi is that of a group of beggars pouncing onto the vehicles at these crossings, the moment the light turns red. You wonder at what is happening at times because these people don't even care that they could be run over by a vehicle if it doesn't halt for some reason. The same is the situation when the light turns green. They are still there in the middle of the road not bothered about the heavy traffic.Another common scene at these crossings is a SIGNBOARD reading "Do not encourage beggary". The government is bothered about the rising numbers of beggars.I am very happy to realize this fact when I see this signboard. But are we doing enough to stop the increasing number of beggars.I was driving and came to a halt at a red-light crossing. Suddenly a girl jumped in front of my car projecting a worsely burnt arm and asking for some help. The hand was so badly burnt that a mixture of a watery secretion and pus was dripping from...
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My Garden
2007-09-02 00:00:00
I once made a garden.In front of my house, I made a garden,A garden full of flowers,A garden full of colors,My garden had lilies and my garden had roses,It had some poems, and you could also find some proses,Flowers in my garden were rare to be seen,A flower called life that was beautiful,And a flower called death that looked like a devil,A flower called joy, that smiled away to glory,And a flower called sorrow that could change the face of any story,There was a flower called happiness,Who had a friend called sadness,In a corner could you find a flower called envy,who was dark in color,And beside her you could find, a flower called humblewho was fair in color,I also had a flower called beauty, you would like to admire,And somewhere you could find a called ugly,who would turn its face in despair,Flowers in my garden would always bloom,No matter what the season,Wilt they would never ever,'coz born they were for a reason,I water them and I manure them,And I love them the way they are,...
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The Picture I Paint
2007-09-02 00:00:00
When the sun is half-set,And the tides in the ocean are high,When the sky is painted orange,And the chariot of darkness begins to fly,When the birds are flying back to their nests,And the earth slides into the blanket of evening to rest,I'll paint a picture of you,A picture of you, with no colors,With no strokes and no brushes,I'll paint you without a canvas,Without a shade and without a pencil,You as beautiful as ever,No wrinkles and no scars,As bright as the moon and friendly as the stars, I'll paint you in my heart,And lock it inside,Lest someone peeps into it,And finds you as scary and ugly as you are,So, I'll paint you in my heart,And lock it inside,The picture of you,Without a wrinkle and without a scar.
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The Monsoons
2007-09-02 00:00:00
Dark clouds all around,And darkness does surround,Smell of mud the breeze does bring,Bells of monsoon did start to ring,The clouds above thunder and roar,The tides in the ocean also did soar,Mons oon , Monsoon, the wait is ending,Monsoon bells have started ringing. The first drop of rain did fall,Frowned faces were smiling all,Danced the greenery to the tune of rain,Tiredness, all the farmers did drain,Monsoon, monsoon the wait is ending,Monsoon bells have started ringing. It is raining, it is raining,Tears all the clouds are draining,The drops shatter in the ground,Ending a long span of drought,I wonder when the drought in my heart will end,And showers of rain, god will send,Monsoon, monsoon the wait is ending,Monsoon bells have started ringing.

Sleeping Child
2007-09-02 00:00:00
I wish I were a sleeping child,Sleeping in the arms of a mother,Feeling the warmth of her embrace,Her hands, shells to me smother,A shell as secured as that of an Oyster,Her lips singing a lullaby,A song as sweet as honey,Singing me the wonders of the world,Taking me far from faces not crony. I wish I were a sleeping child,Sleeping in a cradle, cozy and furry,Smiling in his sleep, seeing dreams beautiful,Journeying faster than time would hurry,Innocence in every expression,Wrinkles of hardships you could hardly find,Peaceful as the tunes from a flute,Melodious in every sighs and sounds,Sleeping a sleep, I haven't slept for years.
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A never-ending wait
2007-09-02 00:00:00
It was drizzling that day, though the monsoons were yet to come knocking. The drizzle had made the weather a bit cooler and pleasant, though the sun was trying its level best to come out of the clouds. Faces were lit with smiles, rather a relief from the burning hot weather it was a few days back. I parked my car and stepped towards my apartments when the guard told me, "Sir, be careful, there's a stray dog under the stairs of your apartment. I have called the sweeper to get rid of it. Be careful that it does not bite. I nodded my head and walked and as I neared the stairs, I could hear the growl of a dog, angry at someone coming to drive it out. I peeped to look at who this un-invited guest was and found a small, furry creature, wet in rain, shivering. A combination of black and white and the division of color was so artistic that one would feel as if somebody has painted it. The face had a clear half in black and the rest in white. The first look made it apparent that it was not...
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Down the memory lane
2007-09-02 00:00:00
The pressure was immense and was evident on everybody who was given the responsibility. We had to hire more than 400 people in less than 3 months because of a huge expansion that we had to initiate. I, though was very less into HR activities was called as it was a moment where participation was required. Our ads were on leading newspapers and we have various venues scheduled to conduct interviews. I was handed over a venue to which I was supposed to go from the next day onwards. Though it was a relief from the normal shifts, I would rather have preferred my role in the office.The next day I got up early in the morning, which I was not used to at least for about 5 years now, got ready and set out for the interview venue. I reached the venue before time so that I could prepare for the interviews which would normally span more than 1 round.Candidates started trickling in and my activities started. A few were selected and yet others rejected. The rejected ones had a dejected and demotiv...
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Diwali - Then and Now
2007-09-02 00:00:00
As the lamps or, Diyas that we call it began glimmering all around, my mind and thoughts leapt across to my childhood. I could see myself standing there in my balcony and looking across to other children lighting crackers.Lamps glowed all around and were spreading light even in the darkest of corners.But I had to wait for Papa to come so that i could join the ones out there lighting crackers.There were lots of people out there in the open, all dressed up and all of them with their families - children, father, mother, grandfathers and grandmothers.Crackers were tolerable - less of sound but more of beauty. People spent time in pujas, before they would come out to enjoy. Lots of open spaces meant that the one not interested could stay at home and prefer not to be disturbed. Naturality was the flavor - everything natural, be it the diyas, the crackers, the enjoyment etc.The next moment there I was standing in my balcony about 10 years later. What was around was a changed Diwali . Lamps ...
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
2007-09-02 00:00:00
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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