Love is no longer a feeling..
It has lost its purity
And in turn has gained a dangerous identity!!
It has transformed into more of an activity...
One for public viewing and enjoyment of the population around us
Welcome to the Love Joint!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Welcome to the Joint!!
Love is no longer a feeling..
It has lost its purity
And in turn has gained a dangerous identity!!
It has transformed into more of an activity...
One for public viewing and enjoyment of the population around us
Welcome to the Love Joint!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
The Road Ahead
Walk with me into the unknown!
Come explore the depths of this horizon
And maybe we will find something new
See something never seen before
Experience something amazing
Leave our fears far behind
We will return...
With happiness and peace of mind
A story we need to tell
And mysteries to unwind!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Questionable Questions
It was past midnight, returning from a small get-together with a few friends I saw on the streets 2 kids roughly between 10 and 12 years old injecting each other with something. I was not entirely shocked, since I was working with substance abusing kids younger to these kids at SUPPORT! I really wanted to help them, which obviously was a foolish idea because you never know they might just inject me with the thing too! Hence, even though I was damn curious and reluctant on leaving, I did- for my own safety.
And then I came to “office” and talked to my boss about it. He gave me a wry smile as I blasted one question after another and listened patiently. Once I was out of questions and breathe he answered, “We are doing our best we can. It is not an easy process making these children get rid of their habits. Some of them have to stay here for ages so that they can let go of their addiction. It is not a 2 month or 2 month course which some of the institutions do around the world- that way the kid becomes a rebel. He’ll follow your orders for those 3 months and then get back to what he was doing. He needs proper direction and time to get rid of the urge of succumbing to the drugs.
My questions didn’t end there. I asked,” isn’t the gov’t to blame for this?”
“No, they can obviously help a lot more but it is not entirely their fault. It is not a human error either. This drug abuse thing has been going on for donkey’s years and is passed down along the years. Also, drugs have gone int’l the amount of stuff supplied from abroad is amazing.
People like the ones at SUPPORT and other NGO’s try their hardest to bring a change in society, maybe begin a process of reduction if not eradication of drugs! And then there is the gov’t who also tries hard by allotting land for the NGOs though at time their efforts need to be more!
How can a normal person or for that matter anyone help?
He said that it was only through being aware of such a problem and donations to the organization. With the resources I have I can manage only 100 kids in that building, with a little more space I would like to house a 1000 but the practicality of it doesn’t allow me to do so!
Few more institutions would make no sense instead if the staff all combined to form a big party then and carry out the work would be more of a success.
I don’t know how to end this piece. I didn’t know how to end the conversation we had when we did. I hope you can tell me about it!
A little?
And then I came to “office” and talked to my boss about it. He gave me a wry smile as I blasted one question after another and listened patiently. Once I was out of questions and breathe he answered, “We are doing our best we can. It is not an easy process making these children get rid of their habits. Some of them have to stay here for ages so that they can let go of their addiction. It is not a 2 month or 2 month course which some of the institutions do around the world- that way the kid becomes a rebel. He’ll follow your orders for those 3 months and then get back to what he was doing. He needs proper direction and time to get rid of the urge of succumbing to the drugs.
My questions didn’t end there. I asked,” isn’t the gov’t to blame for this?”
“No, they can obviously help a lot more but it is not entirely their fault. It is not a human error either. This drug abuse thing has been going on for donkey’s years and is passed down along the years. Also, drugs have gone int’l the amount of stuff supplied from abroad is amazing.
People like the ones at SUPPORT and other NGO’s try their hardest to bring a change in society, maybe begin a process of reduction if not eradication of drugs! And then there is the gov’t who also tries hard by allotting land for the NGOs though at time their efforts need to be more!
How can a normal person or for that matter anyone help?
He said that it was only through being aware of such a problem and donations to the organization. With the resources I have I can manage only 100 kids in that building, with a little more space I would like to house a 1000 but the practicality of it doesn’t allow me to do so!
Few more institutions would make no sense instead if the staff all combined to form a big party then and carry out the work would be more of a success.
I don’t know how to end this piece. I didn’t know how to end the conversation we had when we did. I hope you can tell me about it!
A little?
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Hope Round The Corner
“Imagine seeing a six year old kid sitting on the streets sniffing some banned substance. Imagine…!”
What would you do? Would you choose to ignore and walk past or try helping the kid? Would you get scared of the prospect that somehow if the kid touches or breathes on you the infection will spread? I think I know what the common sentiment among (most) the youth would be- ignore or laugh and walk away giving a plethora of comments like, “This is what today’s world has come to.” Or maybe some would give a sympathetic glance at the poor soul but that’s all. That’s where our emotions draw a boundary.
The elderly on the other hand and again not all but most of them would curse the kids and their parentage about how unethical and moral less parents are to allow their children to go through with all this and more.
However there are people…kind people…like the ones at Society Undertaking Poor People’s Onus of rehabilitation (SUPPORT) among others, who do give a damn about these children, who do want to improve their lifestyle and make the kids walk the right path. There still remains a hope for these kids, some who are just out of their nappies and beginning school while others ready for marriage but without a bride and a college degree.
There needs to be some means of calling out to people all over the world to start noticing, helping and reaching out to these kids. There needs to be a growth in the effort by not only NGO’s but people themselves so that these unfortunate souls can have a better future.
What would you do? Would you choose to ignore and walk past or try helping the kid? Would you get scared of the prospect that somehow if the kid touches or breathes on you the infection will spread? I think I know what the common sentiment among (most) the youth would be- ignore or laugh and walk away giving a plethora of comments like, “This is what today’s world has come to.” Or maybe some would give a sympathetic glance at the poor soul but that’s all. That’s where our emotions draw a boundary.
The elderly on the other hand and again not all but most of them would curse the kids and their parentage about how unethical and moral less parents are to allow their children to go through with all this and more.
However there are people…kind people…like the ones at Society Undertaking Poor People’s Onus of rehabilitation (SUPPORT) among others, who do give a damn about these children, who do want to improve their lifestyle and make the kids walk the right path. There still remains a hope for these kids, some who are just out of their nappies and beginning school while others ready for marriage but without a bride and a college degree.
There needs to be some means of calling out to people all over the world to start noticing, helping and reaching out to these kids. There needs to be a growth in the effort by not only NGO’s but people themselves so that these unfortunate souls can have a better future.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Losing My Freedom
I am a confused soul right now and write in what one would call stream of consciousness. Bear with me.
“Rain pittered pattered all around and there were these two guys sitting on the pavement enjoying their tea. A weird feeling that gave me. Did I miss my flat mate or roommate? Maybe…. ”
Yesterday night it rained like never before…in Pune at least…and I was enjoying it all alone. I had time to contemplate. I had time to think.
A happy/sad feeling courses through me as I sit writing this. My mind is a puzzled pile of thoughts- each different and befuddling as the last. And here I sit and try to sort them out!
What is it about living alone that I like so much…or hate. ..Confusing emotions the two of them always mystifying the mind! This question bugs me to death and I guess I will take the doubt with me to the grave because I remain as puzzled as ever. It’s been awhile since I have been living alone…call that a boon or whatever, is your wish…to me though it seems like a cursed boon. I have loads and loads of privacy to do whatever I wish but then on the other hand I do miss the presence of someone to talk to, chat or gossip with, for someone just to exist around in the same place as me.
But then comes the fact that living alone for the past 2 and quarter months makes you get used to the feeling of being alone and slowly loving it!
Yess…loving it!
You live like a king on a double bed….you play music all night long at full volume, you dance, you cry do anything you wish without having the feeling of being conscience around that somebody sitting, eating, sleeping on the bed next to yours.
In a way I have noticed, when I sit to write I need complete peace…quiet…and silence which helps my thought process to function better and my being alone in the whole place is kind of perfect.
A little of this quietness is fine but then too much of anything is not good is it?
The mind is a superbly complex thing- when we have too much of something it begins to choke you into not wanting it and then when you don’t have much of it you pine for it. Time is one such thing.
Time moulds you into becoming a different person altogether. When coming to an empty house, one becomes a lot quieter. One tends to switch off completely; silence eats your soul from within even as noise engulfs the place around you. And this soon becomes a way of life to you.
It has become mine.
So now that I move out from this silent place of mine…
It bothers me…is the freedom I had gone for a toss?
With these thoughts I go into my new house!!! :D
“Rain pittered pattered all around and there were these two guys sitting on the pavement enjoying their tea. A weird feeling that gave me. Did I miss my flat mate or roommate? Maybe…. ”
Yesterday night it rained like never before…in Pune at least…and I was enjoying it all alone. I had time to contemplate. I had time to think.
A happy/sad feeling courses through me as I sit writing this. My mind is a puzzled pile of thoughts- each different and befuddling as the last. And here I sit and try to sort them out!
What is it about living alone that I like so much…or hate. ..Confusing emotions the two of them always mystifying the mind! This question bugs me to death and I guess I will take the doubt with me to the grave because I remain as puzzled as ever. It’s been awhile since I have been living alone…call that a boon or whatever, is your wish…to me though it seems like a cursed boon. I have loads and loads of privacy to do whatever I wish but then on the other hand I do miss the presence of someone to talk to, chat or gossip with, for someone just to exist around in the same place as me.
But then comes the fact that living alone for the past 2 and quarter months makes you get used to the feeling of being alone and slowly loving it!
Yess…loving it!
You live like a king on a double bed….you play music all night long at full volume, you dance, you cry do anything you wish without having the feeling of being conscience around that somebody sitting, eating, sleeping on the bed next to yours.
In a way I have noticed, when I sit to write I need complete peace…quiet…and silence which helps my thought process to function better and my being alone in the whole place is kind of perfect.
A little of this quietness is fine but then too much of anything is not good is it?
The mind is a superbly complex thing- when we have too much of something it begins to choke you into not wanting it and then when you don’t have much of it you pine for it. Time is one such thing.
Time moulds you into becoming a different person altogether. When coming to an empty house, one becomes a lot quieter. One tends to switch off completely; silence eats your soul from within even as noise engulfs the place around you. And this soon becomes a way of life to you.
It has become mine.
So now that I move out from this silent place of mine…
It bothers me…is the freedom I had gone for a toss?
With these thoughts I go into my new house!!! :D
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Legend called Ray.
Just an assignment done for college!
Young and Passionate.
A perfectionist.
His passion became an occupation.
He worked with great people and as he climbed the ladder of success to make history.
He made and rewrote history, a visionary extraordinaire- he is the legend called Ray!
Young and Passionate.
A perfectionist.
His passion became an occupation.
He worked with great people and as he climbed the ladder of success to make history.
He made and rewrote history, a visionary extraordinaire- he is the legend called Ray!
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