Priya’s Blog
______________________________________________________________________________My Teacher
You hold my
hand
When I first
Step out
Not the love
at first sight
But the bond
is just right
I cry to go
home
You coax to
stay more
Labyrinths are
made easy
As alphabets
and numbers sway
Gradually we
climb
The steps of
time
Every step I
find you
Waiting for me
too
You know me as
a parent
And understand
as a friend
A part of my
growth
A part of my
youth
We’ll cherish
each other
No matter we
live wherever
-
Priya Indra
LOVING LIFE
I break myself
To pieces infinite
To make a new me
Up to the infinite
It’s blinding
It’s threatening
New destination
New fascination
Then, it happens again……………….
The falling apart
The gathering part
The falling apart
The gathering part
We laugh together
Me and her,
my life.
-
Priya Indra
CHANGE IS BET
Accepting the change
Surviving the change
Is THE change
Infinite from Inception
Eternally in continuation
Till after the last station
Moving for another inception
Change is a fortune
Creating a new moon
Change is a dime
For people, luck and TIME
Change is good
Change is brood
Take it in stride
Leave it aside
Change fills
Change kills
Flow with hope
Widen the scope
Make it work
Against the drudge
Feel the air
Wait for the fair
For,
Change is a bet
And do not fret
-
Priya Indra
FRIEND
Friend
is a
Twin or shadow,
Everywhere she follow
Today or tomorrow.
In her absence
She lives moments
I suffer in silence
Laughter to recreate
We celebrate
A treasure trove made
Others guess meanings
In my sayings
She knows words missing
Amidst the world’s praises
She only criticizes
For she knows my best
Friend
is a
Curse,
may not be a gift
With
a big fall
Down
a cliff
Curse
brings darkness
Doesn’t
see kindness
See
I must, before the fall
Sister,
mate or mother
Select
and be wise
It
has to be for life
A
few is better than many
One
is best among few
My
soul, she knew
Trust
and care
To
tell stories once
Live
not like a dunce
Friend
is the
One
with understanding
Others,
………just playing.
The Shore
Drops,
Drops, Drops
Ziillions of Drops
Sea and its Drops
Vast and Deep,
Flows
Keeping safe within
Flaura, Fauna, Pearls
Soft &
Foamy its waves
Every now and theres
On their route
Touch the shore
To leave something
To take something
Shore
is always there
For the waves here
To touch the shore
To feel secure.
- Priya Indra
The
Welcoming Advertisements
One of the latest advertisements caught my attention as it tells
a very interesting story about a young man from India who has got a job
off-shore. The advertisement is made interesting by the fact that this Indian
boy is delighted to see the empty soft - board on the partition his table,
where he puts up the photos of his near and dear ones. Having done this, he has
a satisfactory smile on his face as if his folks are there with him in the new
country very far away from his.
Then, as if opening a big treasure chest, he takes out a small
box from his bag. After the box is opened, we find “Maa ke haath ke besan ke
laddoo”. Instead of having one himself, he offers one to his colleague next to
him (who is not Indian!).
That’s how he welcomes his new friend – to – be in the new
country. Isn’t that amazing!!!!
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The
Chocolate Factory and the Stereotype
Charlie and the chocolate factory is a very nice book and very
well filmed also. Johnny Depp has once again weaved his magic as Willy Wonka.
All said and done, but it still leaves a sting, at least in my heart and mind.
Recently, I was watching the movie with kids and noticed that
the mindset of westerners regarding Indians is not very appreciable. The Indian
Maharaja and His Maharani are depicted as dark skinned!!!!
Why we Indians are always imagined be dark – complexioned? What
is it with dark complexion or brown complexion? Is it ugly? Why do we respect
APJ Abdul Kalam? Why is Naomi Campbell the highest paid model in the world?
Why Westerners are still trapped in this stereotype?
I will not answer these. I leave it to the readers to answer
this question.
The Marathon
Arjun, a student of a
reputed management college, shared good friendly relation with his professor Srinivasan. Being fitness freaks, both of them
enjoyed long runs and some exercises every day. They never missed any marathon
in their city. This went on for few years.
The day came, when
Arjun finished his course and was to leave the institute and the city. On his
Garduation Day, Srinivasan tells Arjun
that though his life will be very busy and hectic, he should continue his
running and exercise regime and to continue taking parts in marathons.
Arjun left the city,
got a good job, got married and settled in his stressful busy life. Running and
exercise were soon forgotten due to hectic schedules and lack of time. Lack of
exercise made his mind and body lethargic. On the other hand, Srinivasan,
continued with his older routine. He increased the miles he used to run.
After many years, the
management college organizes the reunion of the alumni. Arjun took this
opportunity to take a break from his busy life. Meeting Srinivasan after so
many years sounded more exciting to him than the reunion. After the party,
Srinivasan invites Arjun for lunch next day. He insists that Arjun come early
so that they can sit and talk. They decide on nine am in the morning.
Next day, when Arjun
arrives at Srinivasan’s place, Srinivasan is dressed up in his track suit with
running shoes. Arjun is surprised to see his enthusiasm. They go for a run. But
soon Arjun is out of breath. Then, they switch to walking. Srinivasan tells Arjun that he is very
disturbed to see Arjun’s health and his lack of stamina. Arjun tells him about
his daily routine and busy life. But he marvels on Srinivasan’s stamina and fit
body. Srinivasan tell him that he has continued with his running and marathons.
This reminds Arjun that he has not taken part in any marathon after leaving the
college.
Srinivasan motivates
Arjun to try and run for some distance. But after some time, they again switch
to walking. They return to Srinivasan’s place around one O’clock in the
afternoon. Srinivasan’s wife is very miffed at him and complaints that he has
always neglected her for his love for running.
After lunch, Arjun
helps Srinivasan’s wife to clear dining table. When they come back with coffee,
they find Srinivasan sleeping on the rocking chair with content and peace.
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Falling Apart &
Miracle
In Chinua Achebe’s
“Things Fall Apart”, we (those who have read it) can actually witness Okonkwo’s
life falling apart piece by piece; step by step. There are several reasons in
the novel and Okonkwo is not responsible for this alone.
Similarly, at some
point in our lives, almost all of us experience or witness lives of others’ or
ours falling apart. Sometimes we ourselves are responsible for the calamity or
at other times actions of outsiders or situations trigger it.
Some of the lives
culminate fatally like Okonkwo’s, while some others manage to sail through
misery and calamity by accepting the situations. On the other hand, there are
others who not only survive the calamity but gradually turn the tides in their
favor.
Why this MIRACLE
happens to some people? We all know miracles don’t happen every day and just
like that. No one is waving a magic wand at us to make things better for us.
The spirit to do
something and get our lives on fast track is there in all of us. The WILL and
DETERMINATION to keep this spirit alive is the MIRACLE which puts back the
together the fallen pieces of our lives.
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As I mentioned in my
last blog - "Why do we have History of Mughal Empires and Emperors in our
school curricula? Why are we glorifying the lives of people who invaded
and plundered India? Why aren't we including the political and economic history
of post-independence India in syllabus? It is time now that a major change in
our education system has to be implemented. In fact, it is too late. The change
should have been brought about ten years ago.” In lieu of this history we
should have history of our "SOCIETY" along with post - independence
political and economic history. By doing so, we can make our children aware of
how our society functions, what are the pros and cons of it and how the cons
should be dealt and corrected. Also, how its pros can be resourced for the
growth and development of the society.
All I want to say is that why are we being subjective when it
comes to teaching ways of our society. Why can't we generalize things? Why
do we shy away from talking about everyday things? On the contrary, we blow
isolated events out of proportion and distort the entire issue.
We should sensitize our young boys towards the needs and desires of girls and
the importance of identity of an individual. Then only we will have
genuinely sensitive, caring and loving men.
