Terrorists and Us

Will rallying around in the city in white clothes and black bands bring back the dead? Will joining communities and groups on social networking sites against 26/11 change the minds of the terrorists and compel them to repel? Will sitting with our friends, hurling abuses at the terrorists bring any change in this world?

I am sorry, but I don’t think so. To protest we needn’t raise our voices. The “anger” that everyone says they have against the terrorists, is actually just a weak spark which fizzles out as soon as the day is over and you go back to your daily life.

The other alternative is to play the “Blame Game”. It satisfies us a lot putting all the blame on our “impotent” Government. Guys open your eyes! This is the Government that we ourselves have made to govern our country. So instead of accusing them, can’t we contribute and help them?

The only true way to protest and bring about a change will be to make an effort and do something constructive. Let’s be different from those Terrorists. Instead of negativity, why not use positivity and eradicate the root cause of this problem?

Terrorists are not born, they are inculcated. Sometimes due to unfavourable conditions and sometimes enforced by others. An infant does not come into this world with the knowledge of using an AK47 to kill the innocent. He is taught to use it as he grows up.

Then why not do something to build a barrier between the period of innocence of infancy and the period of transformation into an inhuman? Why don’t we start with giving each kid of our country the right education and show each one the path of righteousness without discriminating? Can’t we at least do this much? Can’t we at least ensure that our children of India, whether from the slums or from well-off families, are guided properly so that none of them grow up into one of those whom we are cursing right now?

If you really feel the urge to help the people who lost their loved ones in the tragedy, then go ahead, meet at least one or two families and comfort them with your words, help them with finance, or just boost their morale with your support. Even this is not compulsory. If you feel the pain, just your simple silent prayers can work better than just cribbing.

C’mon, we can do it…. Let’s not let the victims and the martyrs die in vain on 26^th November 2008. Let’s take this incident to build a strong motive to make ourselves stronger and more united as a nation. We can fight against terrorism together…. We don’t need to publicise to others what we are doing…. We don’t need to prove anyone anything…. Just do it…. Yourself…. Each one of us can do it…. If only we take out a few hours from our lives to ensure that the youngsters of India bring about a better and secured future to this nation……

Fight Against Terrorism, Not With Hatred, But With Compassion.

prothom.....(my attempt to write a poem in bengali)

aamar prothom lekha kobitaye

ache sei lukona ek shopno

aamar prothom gawa gaaney

aache sei lukono ek sur..

sudho tomar jonno aami se din

prothom baar aanklam ek chhobi

sudho tomar jonno, sudhui tomar jonno

hoye uthlam ek shilpi ebong kobi....

prothom baar mone holo

aami jeno ek pori

prothom baar mon korlo

shob bhule sudho tomar saathe jayi chole

sei shopno sei sur...

aaj kothayo hariye gelo jeno...

aar payina khuje taare...boloto..

tumi erom chole gele keno???

I Fell.....

i reached out my hand

but could grasp only thin air

in the darkness of the night

i thought you said you'll be there

i painted the canvas

white and red....colours of love

i was about to paint u

wen u splashed black above

i read out the alphabet

but coudn't read your book

i held the pen to write

but my paper u took

i loved u till yesterday

i love u even today

i wanted 2 love n live our tomorrow

but i fell n u walked ahead on ur way........

The Stormy Night.....

Its an extremely stormy night tonight…..I can see the plants sway left and right…..violently shaken by the strong wind…Its awesome to look at…..awesome to watch the thrill…..but poor plant……they have to suffer while we enjoy the view….what an irony…..

Sitting by the window, I wonder what the plants would be saying if they were given the gift of speech….. What might they be thinking now? They are just so mum! Can’t shout for help…..

Just like the little girl getting molested by the known n trusted face….she loses her voice, for the moment, in her shock……abused violently by the strong man…….

Someone makes a movie, advertisement, documentary or play on it….and the audience rates it 5 star…praises the director and the actors….

“What excellent thought and very well conceptualized and enacted!”

“Awesome work of creativity……”

Clap, Clap, Clap!

“It was so heart-touching; it brought tears to my eyes….”

And the poor little girl, in the real world, is so fear stricken that all her tears have dried up, her reactions blocked….. The world just turns colourless for her….. Do we feel her heart ripping apart? Do we understand her trauma? Will we ever be able to gauge exactly what she is going through?

The storm just comes…..shakes up the plant violently….and leaves behind a shower of rain…..but the branches……bent and broken…..un-repairable damage…..abused for life……

Yet the plant stands up again….grows new branches, bears new leaves and fruits, and with a smile, offers its services to mankind…..

The girl too stands up…she has to live, she has to fight….she has to smile at others and be strong…..but she can never erase that one memory…… Here, takes the birth of a Stinger…… Buried firmly in her heart she vents out her anger at any male sex at any opportunity she gets her hand on……. With the picture etched in her mind, she distrusts any male figure throughout her life….. She is always petrified of those men…..

Is this called “Living”? Is this called a “Happy Life”?

She pretends to have over-come her past but has she or will she ever be able to? Especially when this history repeats itself at every nook and corner of life in the life of every 3^rd little girl…..?

It still haunts her……the stormy night….the fragile tree…and the rain that followed…..

Know Its You

You dream your dream

don't ponder if its coherent

when you feel you are different

know its true

know its you....

you sing your song

don't doubt your voice

when you feel you are melodious

know its true

know its you....

you count your coins

don't regret for not having plenty

when you feel you are wealthy

know its true

know its you...

you make your mind

dont't be reluctant

when you feel you are content

know its true

know its you...

you live your life

don't fear if complicated

when you feel you are elated

know its true

know its you...

you feel such feelings

don't be sceptical

when you feel pure and loveable

know its true

coz what you feel is what is truely you...

Come Away With Me

Standing there all by myself

Drenched in the rain on that day

He walked to me and held my face

He kissed my tears away

Shivering against the cold winds

I felt it hard to breathe

He wrapped his arms around me tight

I felt the warmth beneath

Couldn’t bear the pain I felt

As my heart ached for hours

He healed my wounds so tenderly

His touch erased my scars

And then he whispered in my ear

Those words I yearned to hear

He held me close, in my eyes he looked

“Come away with me dear…….

Come away with me

You’ll ne’er be sad

You’ll ne’er have to shed a tear

Come away with me

Our lives we’ll share

I’ll make your pains disappear

Come away with me

I’ll dream your dreams

And make them come true

Come away with me

And you’ll ne’er frown

I’ll ne’er let you feel the blue

Come away with me

Our love will grow

I’ll forever be with you……”

DEATH

Today I am not writing any poetry. The thing I am going to talk about cannot be rhymed in one word without feeling the wrenching feeling in my heart. Today I hold my pen, not to bring out sweet or bitter emotions in decorative words, but to just have a healthy conversation…with my friend.


D-E-A-T-H…………A five letter word………just like B-I-R-T-H……..both inevitable facts of life…………..yet we rejoice one and we dread the other. WHY??

It is because of the LIFE between BIRTH and DEATH. Life carries with it emotions, attachments, dreams, promises, and so many reasons to fear its end.

LIFE……..so is it good or bad?
One will say, “Of course good! Without LIFE we wouldn’t be here!”
One will retort, “Then that’s how it should have been! No LIFE, no pain of DYING!”
Ones who have faced DEATH and managed to escape its clenches will say, “LIFE is a boon. It is our 2nd chance.”

But I ask myself: What is LIFE??

As we read in our science text books, “All things that breathe and can move on their own are termed as living things. All those living things who can think rationally are called human beings.”

That explains what we are. But what is LIFE??

Is it like an academic year where you enter a new class, meet your teachers and classmates, make acquaintances, learn lessons, make mistakes, acquire wisdom, share views, be a part of a group, face arguments, laugh over jokes, give exams and then you graduate to the next level?

I think it is.

When you are born, you enter in a new class, with all new people around you; and when your session is complete and you pass all your exams, you graduate to the next level, i.e. DEATH. Funnily if you think you can avoid DEATH by failing your exams then you are wrong as failure creates such pain that DEATH starts feeling welcome again.

On our farewell day, after graduation, we all gather to share the last moments together; to bring back memories and experiences we shared together; and we shed a tear realizing those days will never come back.

Those who live on have the liberty to reminisce; but the one who has just died? What would he be thinking? Would he be wishing he too could join in or is he happy to leave as some feel after graduating from the old class?

So now, is LIFE good or bad?

LIFE is good as it gives us so many experiences and memories to cherish, so many lessons to learn, and so many people with love.

LIFE is bad as it makes us oblivious to the fact that we are not immortals. We live only till we pass our exams. A fact we love to deny. Then we bind other living beings along with us and believe it is their duty to stay in and decorate our lives conveniently refusing the possibility of having to lose them one day. We become selfish.

When someone dies out of suffering and pain we cry our hearts out demanding, like a 3 year old, for them to come back to us as we cannot live without their contribution in our lives. We become so addicted to that person that in grieving our loss we forget how relived he must have felt to have been freed from his pains.

When someone dies while he was perfectly fine, then too we pout and complain his ‘unreasonable’ and 'un-timely' death, not realizing that he was fortunate to have left before having to face sufferings and pain.

Such is LIFE. Good and bad.
What say, my friend?

We’ll never find that out, coz he is gone…….forever.

Muttaqeem Fadra.....

My Beloved Friend....

May You Rest In Peace....

Miss You....

With those words denied

With those words denied

I will sing tonight

With my feelings intense

And with no pretence

Full of emotion

Will show my devotion

It was my commitment

That gave me this punishment

I accept the decision

Made with precision

As we parted

My heart retarded

Yet I don’t complain

As memories I retain

And with those words denied

I will sing gleefully tonight.

If today is my last day

If today is my last day

I will live to the fullest

I will meet those I always missed

I’ll spend time in jest.

If today is my last day

I might as well send flowers

To those who have loved me

And spent on me precious hours.

If today is my last day

I must apologise to those

Whom I’ve hurt many-a-times

To them I give this rose.

If today is my last day

I’d like to say ‘I love you’

To all those who decorated my life

And to those who littered too.

If I don’t live to see tomorrow

Then please don’t shed a tear

Remember me and smile again

That way I’ll always stay near!

I Am What I Am

I am what I am,
I am not
What you think I am.

I write, so you know;
Not so you
Criticize the flow.

I speak, so you hear;
Not so you
Know my fear.

I laugh, so you relax;
Not so you
Know what it lacks.

I sympathize, so you feel;
Not so you
Beg when you kneel.

I cry, so you soften;
Not so you
Hurt me often.

I walk, so you walk with me;
Not so you
Walk away from me.

I shout, so you realize;
Not so you
Have to traumatize.

I care, so you care;
Not so you
Think you can dare.

I love, so you smile;
Not so you
Flee a mile.

I look, so you see
In my eyes;
What I can be.

Yet, you cannot gauge;
Who I am,
What I can cause.

I am what I am;
I am not
What you think I am.