This one goes out to a friend here at IIFT and an amazing person.
In the world of cynics and bitter people...Arun, you are a darn beacon of spirit mate...
Stones hurled,arrows shot,dreams tramped upon,hopes scattered,
But for him,this was nothing,just that light,and nothing mattered.
Make no mistake,he was wounded,but,collecting pieces,in that chalice,that cup,
For he know,he could not be touched,for he believed in words..."Don't give UP"!!!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
If I could...could just..
It is so heavy,wish I could just unload,
Unwind,for a minute,for the shoulders are sore.
Probably could take myself off the road,
But then I can't,for I can see,there is much more.
How I wish to just tell someone,share,
Be a little conceited,just let it out,tell,
Someone who listens,says it will be okay,cares,
And lo,that someone passed by,there goes the bell.
Another day gone,another tonne get added,multiplies,
I carry it still,mumbling to myself,giving a hope,
Thinking,if to go back,to tell what hurts,and the whys,
Let it out just this once,let myself loose,these ego ropes.
Unwind,for a minute,for the shoulders are sore.
Probably could take myself off the road,
But then I can't,for I can see,there is much more.
How I wish to just tell someone,share,
Be a little conceited,just let it out,tell,
Someone who listens,says it will be okay,cares,
And lo,that someone passed by,there goes the bell.
Another day gone,another tonne get added,multiplies,
I carry it still,mumbling to myself,giving a hope,
Thinking,if to go back,to tell what hurts,and the whys,
Let it out just this once,let myself loose,these ego ropes.
Friday, August 27, 2010
A Stone...A Gun....
A Kashmiri women throwing a stone on a armed forces personnel...No fear, no idea of consequences and anger. A lot of it.
Why?
When a society is oppressed to an extent where the fear of consequences and death is lost...something wrong is going on in there.
Yes, there is something wrong in Kashmir...A Heaven on Earth...
No!!
Not any more.
A hurled stone, a finger on trigger,
That little kid falls, spot of blood growing bigger.
An anxious mother, till today a citizen, docile,
Harried, she waits, as birds retire back, in a file.
That worried mother, searching streets, asking neighbors,
As another chunk of Sun, bitten up,by night hours.
A body, a new shirt,a little dirty, a whole lot red,
Mother staring,but not looking, unable to decipher,the dead.
Noooo....it dawns on her,for was that her baby?
On her knees now, floodgates cracked, no questions of may be.
But not even allowed to hold him,cover or even cry,
As those uniformed men,attired green,pull her away,pry.
Sobs stifled, as she sits,singing to a photograph,black & white,
Abruptly she runs, out in the dark,near that camp,deadly site.
A hurled stone,a finger on the trigger,
That childless mother falls,spot of blood growing bigger...
PS : Do check out www.tehelka.com
Why?
When a society is oppressed to an extent where the fear of consequences and death is lost...something wrong is going on in there.
Yes, there is something wrong in Kashmir...A Heaven on Earth...
No!!
Not any more.
A hurled stone, a finger on trigger,
That little kid falls, spot of blood growing bigger.
An anxious mother, till today a citizen, docile,
Harried, she waits, as birds retire back, in a file.
That worried mother, searching streets, asking neighbors,
As another chunk of Sun, bitten up,by night hours.
A body, a new shirt,a little dirty, a whole lot red,
Mother staring,but not looking, unable to decipher,the dead.
Noooo....it dawns on her,for was that her baby?
On her knees now, floodgates cracked, no questions of may be.
But not even allowed to hold him,cover or even cry,
As those uniformed men,attired green,pull her away,pry.
Sobs stifled, as she sits,singing to a photograph,black & white,
Abruptly she runs, out in the dark,near that camp,deadly site.
A hurled stone,a finger on the trigger,
That childless mother falls,spot of blood growing bigger...
PS : Do check out www.tehelka.com
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Untitled...
Told ya, promised that day, that night,
Whatever happens, this time I’ll make it right.
Well, it doesn’t seem that way, does it?
Situations messed up, puzzle botched, pieces misfit.
Explanations unheeded, scoffed at, doubted by all,
Arguments lop - sided, like you are talking to a wall.
Not really sure, how to talk back, how to respond,
How do you communicate, when words have no meaning to correspond?
Silence, I guess, may be that would help, would clear,
Or maybe even that’s no good, for this violent silence, I can’t bear.
Hey on the surface, all is good; it’s correct, all strong,
But deep down inside, it’s screwed up, it is so wrong.
Whatever happens, this time I’ll make it right.
Well, it doesn’t seem that way, does it?
Situations messed up, puzzle botched, pieces misfit.
Explanations unheeded, scoffed at, doubted by all,
Arguments lop - sided, like you are talking to a wall.
Not really sure, how to talk back, how to respond,
How do you communicate, when words have no meaning to correspond?
Silence, I guess, may be that would help, would clear,
Or maybe even that’s no good, for this violent silence, I can’t bear.
Hey on the surface, all is good; it’s correct, all strong,
But deep down inside, it’s screwed up, it is so wrong.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tangled crossroads..
At Crossroads? No not really..Oh! Strike that..Wait,
For there seem to be a thousand routes, criss crosses,
Bifurcating, breaking some true, rest elusive baits,
Should I blindly pick one, or go for a coin toss??
Really?? Is there a difference, you think?
Former you the master of destiny, latter, destiny ruling you,
Or is it just an excuse, just to jump off the brink??
Hmmm..may be it is, just an excuse,for I am tired of this queue.
Again!!! Same darn queue, a little longer, disordered,
People, nervous, anxious, pushing, breaking to reach precipice,
Am I scared of this subdued violence, afraid of being outbordered?
Or a maverick ,fiend, breaking all norm, all ties?
For there seem to be a thousand routes, criss crosses,
Bifurcating, breaking some true, rest elusive baits,
Should I blindly pick one, or go for a coin toss??
Really?? Is there a difference, you think?
Former you the master of destiny, latter, destiny ruling you,
Or is it just an excuse, just to jump off the brink??
Hmmm..may be it is, just an excuse,for I am tired of this queue.
Again!!! Same darn queue, a little longer, disordered,
People, nervous, anxious, pushing, breaking to reach precipice,
Am I scared of this subdued violence, afraid of being outbordered?
Or a maverick ,fiend, breaking all norm, all ties?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Rain,Steel,Prof and Tea...
“What on earth am I doing inside on this beautiful day?! This is the only life I’ve got to live!!”
Calvin moaned. And today I did too.
Business statistics class, no power supply, beautiful vista outside, man what rain.
Why would someone want to be inside.
So during the break I dashed out of the class to the Dhaba to get that cup of tea.
And yes, with the drops of rain around ( and in the tea cup ) mixed with the vapor and smell of ginger…The tea did taste GREAT!!!
This one is for the beautiful weather and that cup of tea…
A leaf, laden, Oh! A drop trickles,
Look at that leaf, Ah so fickle.
How I wish to step out, touch and feel,
Aw man, there is a prof ,a lot of concrete and steel.
Want to try and disturb, the flow of rain,
In route, getting soaked, dirty, no shame :)
See, there I run, out of sight, from prof. and steel,
For a mere cup of tea, I splash in puddles, get that high, that feel.
Calvin moaned. And today I did too.
Business statistics class, no power supply, beautiful vista outside, man what rain.
Why would someone want to be inside.
So during the break I dashed out of the class to the Dhaba to get that cup of tea.
And yes, with the drops of rain around ( and in the tea cup ) mixed with the vapor and smell of ginger…The tea did taste GREAT!!!
This one is for the beautiful weather and that cup of tea…
A leaf, laden, Oh! A drop trickles,
Look at that leaf, Ah so fickle.
How I wish to step out, touch and feel,
Aw man, there is a prof ,a lot of concrete and steel.
Want to try and disturb, the flow of rain,
In route, getting soaked, dirty, no shame :)
See, there I run, out of sight, from prof. and steel,
For a mere cup of tea, I splash in puddles, get that high, that feel.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Away...A little Alone...
I just want to leave,unsigned,to undisclosed,
Alone,probably,where not judged,seen or nosed.
A place with a mirror,that has my reflection alone,
Not the shades of others,that cracked,bitter clone.
A fortress,but no walls,cells,but no shackle,no chain,
Roam like a naive,a gauche,a child unaware of fear,bane.
No.No such place,someone whispers,really really loud,
Those allegories,that Atlantis,under sea,over the cloud.
This is your world,and well,these fractions, your whole,
Your mind your fort,your abode,there is no escape,for you are holed.
Alone,probably,where not judged,seen or nosed.
A place with a mirror,that has my reflection alone,
Not the shades of others,that cracked,bitter clone.
A fortress,but no walls,cells,but no shackle,no chain,
Roam like a naive,a gauche,a child unaware of fear,bane.
No.No such place,someone whispers,really really loud,
Those allegories,that Atlantis,under sea,over the cloud.
This is your world,and well,these fractions, your whole,
Your mind your fort,your abode,there is no escape,for you are holed.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Shades of Gray....
There are a few things I really like about life at b-school.
Staying up late...Really late...arguing about life, was Hitler rational??
What if India would not have been colonolized ?? Is war good??
Going at 3 to get paranthas and then realizing there is a quiz lined up at 9.
And well, try and study for that (Which is not all that good, correction, not at all good )
Start reading Organization structure , leadership ZZZZZZZZZZ,oh yes,what
Was I saying…something about studying? Whatever.
But then the never ending argument….is there something called “Absolute Truth”??
Something which we all agree to as being right?? It is messy…too messy…
Just Gray left in the world, no whites, no blacks,
No one ready to listen, all I find is turned backs.
Whatever happened to the allegories, “Just one truth, the might”,
Everyone claiming, saying “My truth”, there goes another bite.
There is absolute truth, I try and explain,
People stare, faces sans features, washed away by rain.
One man murderer is another’s freedom fighter, they say,
But all I can see is crimson red, deluged by gray.
But who is to say, my absolute is absolute, nay?
Disappointed , I leave it, once more, for another day.
Staying up late...Really late...arguing about life, was Hitler rational??
What if India would not have been colonolized ?? Is war good??
Going at 3 to get paranthas and then realizing there is a quiz lined up at 9.
And well, try and study for that (Which is not all that good, correction, not at all good )
Start reading Organization structure , leadership ZZZZZZZZZZ,oh yes,what
Was I saying…something about studying? Whatever.
But then the never ending argument….is there something called “Absolute Truth”??
Something which we all agree to as being right?? It is messy…too messy…
Just Gray left in the world, no whites, no blacks,
No one ready to listen, all I find is turned backs.
Whatever happened to the allegories, “Just one truth, the might”,
Everyone claiming, saying “My truth”, there goes another bite.
There is absolute truth, I try and explain,
People stare, faces sans features, washed away by rain.
One man murderer is another’s freedom fighter, they say,
But all I can see is crimson red, deluged by gray.
But who is to say, my absolute is absolute, nay?
Disappointed , I leave it, once more, for another day.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Mere Words???
Words...greatest gift of life ( okay not the greatest, top 5...top 10??)
But they seem to kind of lose their meaning...Or so I feel...
Twisted words,laced with barb wire,
Words not beautiful anymore,sentences ugly,looking dire.
Intended to hurt,slashing just not surface,but core,
We sometimes forget,words are not hollow,they are more.
Unable to catch them,unable to get a hold,
That's funny,for I don't know,if I am too young,or too old.
I need a new dictionary,help me through this maze,
When should I laugh,when to keep a straight face.
But they seem to kind of lose their meaning...Or so I feel...
Twisted words,laced with barb wire,
Words not beautiful anymore,sentences ugly,looking dire.
Intended to hurt,slashing just not surface,but core,
We sometimes forget,words are not hollow,they are more.
Unable to catch them,unable to get a hold,
That's funny,for I don't know,if I am too young,or too old.
I need a new dictionary,help me through this maze,
When should I laugh,when to keep a straight face.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Rambling at 1:25 AM..I and Me
Long time since I and Me fought...As in in public..They do that...Quite often...
But they have the decency to keep it among them.This time they pulled me.Not Me,me.
Jerks...And I suffer ( as in I does not suffers,I suffer)
Pun intended...
After every darn thing comes across me in this place called B-School
there would be a baloney internecine argument.
In which I would lose. ( I wont lose,I would...got it??now at least??forget it)
A typical conversation...
This is it...DUH!!!
This is not it...Double DGUH(Disgusted DUH!!!)
Fine!! if that's not fine,
Tell,what hurts like a spine.
Don't know,I never ever cared,
Yeah right,what a wuss,look at you,scared.
You seems to know it all,
Insight into the future,got a magic ball??
Yep,42 is the answer,in your face,
And you here,unfortunately,by that god's grace.
You wanted the answer,and wanted it soon,
As the Floyds say,you tried for the moon.
You thought you got the answer,O hitchhiker,
Well you did,but the question lost,try again,quixotic (read stupid) fighter...
Now don't curse me coz by mistake you happen to read it.
Yes,rambling at 1 25 AM.What were you expecting??
But they have the decency to keep it among them.This time they pulled me.Not Me,me.
Jerks...And I suffer ( as in I does not suffers,I suffer)
Pun intended...
After every darn thing comes across me in this place called B-School
there would be a baloney internecine argument.
In which I would lose. ( I wont lose,I would...got it??now at least??forget it)
A typical conversation...
This is it...DUH!!!
This is not it...Double DGUH(Disgusted DUH!!!)
Fine!! if that's not fine,
Tell,what hurts like a spine.
Don't know,I never ever cared,
Yeah right,what a wuss,look at you,scared.
You seems to know it all,
Insight into the future,got a magic ball??
Yep,42 is the answer,in your face,
And you here,unfortunately,by that god's grace.
You wanted the answer,and wanted it soon,
As the Floyds say,you tried for the moon.
You thought you got the answer,O hitchhiker,
Well you did,but the question lost,try again,quixotic (read stupid) fighter...
Now don't curse me coz by mistake you happen to read it.
Yes,rambling at 1 25 AM.What were you expecting??
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Drop on a window Pain...
Is crying really bad?I mean,should you stop crying once you are supposedly grown up and stuff?Show composure all the while,suck up to tough situations and still be expected to well...stay grown ups??
I don't know.
A drop on a pane,after a heavy rain,
A tear drop rolling on cheeks,of sheer pain.
One emerges when sun and clouds test their might,
The other when heart sinks,after that dreaded fight.
One rolls down the window,leaving a trail behind,
The other,leaves a mark,indelible,in heart & mind.
But they are beautiful,millions,glittering in sunshine,
With my tears dried,I am convalesced,no bitterness,the world,just fine...
I don't know.
A drop on a pane,after a heavy rain,
A tear drop rolling on cheeks,of sheer pain.
One emerges when sun and clouds test their might,
The other when heart sinks,after that dreaded fight.
One rolls down the window,leaving a trail behind,
The other,leaves a mark,indelible,in heart & mind.
But they are beautiful,millions,glittering in sunshine,
With my tears dried,I am convalesced,no bitterness,the world,just fine...
Monday, August 9, 2010
Zonked 1
Disclaimer : ZzzZZZzzzzZZZ...Whatever...
Hold on.Go back ( not to the last viewed page ).
Read that title again. Carefully. Truly, madly, deeply.
Done??
Does the title remotely induced "Sleepuons"?? (Yes it is a proven chemical entity)
No?? Back again to the title.
Now?Anything?Anything at all???
Jeez,what are you? A cyborg or something?
Any what who,you have come here,might as well kill another couple of minutes.
It has been 48 hours fueled by caffeine and a lot has happened.
Got shouted at by Place comm. (placement committee). Argued with a friend on logic
Vs/ spirit (lost hands down, some other time dude), guzzled 10 cups of tea, 5 cups of coffee (poor kid, coffee is costly :( ) ,updated blog a couple of times, tried revolting against the education system another three times, only to be back amidst books in a few minutes.
Questioned my decision to join a b-school 1.5 times ( half while semi-dreaming ) , rationalized it promptly, praised myself 4 times for being able to stretch like an ass (Brit usage) . Tried catching some sleep on those bloody uncomfortable chairs and well, made a whole hearted, dedicated, professional attempt to be attentive during lectures.
Finally checked mails only to realize that 24 hours straight would go on to become 36 (batch meets, club meets et al, add to it a scheduled midterm, a live project and banking sector analysis and the figure might go up to 48.And in that case this would be my last post. Aloha)
Well I know its long already. So I am going to break it up. Got a statistics lecture lined up in another 10 minutes.
Hold on.Go back ( not to the last viewed page ).
Read that title again. Carefully. Truly, madly, deeply.
Done??
Does the title remotely induced "Sleepuons"?? (Yes it is a proven chemical entity)
No?? Back again to the title.
Now?Anything?Anything at all???
Jeez,what are you? A cyborg or something?
Any what who,you have come here,might as well kill another couple of minutes.
It has been 48 hours fueled by caffeine and a lot has happened.
Got shouted at by Place comm. (placement committee). Argued with a friend on logic
Vs/ spirit (lost hands down, some other time dude), guzzled 10 cups of tea, 5 cups of coffee (poor kid, coffee is costly :( ) ,updated blog a couple of times, tried revolting against the education system another three times, only to be back amidst books in a few minutes.
Questioned my decision to join a b-school 1.5 times ( half while semi-dreaming ) , rationalized it promptly, praised myself 4 times for being able to stretch like an ass (Brit usage) . Tried catching some sleep on those bloody uncomfortable chairs and well, made a whole hearted, dedicated, professional attempt to be attentive during lectures.
Finally checked mails only to realize that 24 hours straight would go on to become 36 (batch meets, club meets et al, add to it a scheduled midterm, a live project and banking sector analysis and the figure might go up to 48.And in that case this would be my last post. Aloha)
Well I know its long already. So I am going to break it up. Got a statistics lecture lined up in another 10 minutes.
2 Lines...
Had a case study in Principles of Management...Titled "A Window on Life".
Tried an analogy...
A window open,but closed door,
Just like those open eyes,alas,brain open no more.
And that marks my 50th post...Gee
Tried an analogy...
A window open,but closed door,
Just like those open eyes,alas,brain open no more.
And that marks my 50th post...Gee
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Just want to play...
Naaaa...the petulant me,laments,cries,
Exclaims the mature me,shut up kid,and sighs.
Other guy reads more,sleeps less,you ought to do the same,
Cynically puns,how else would you make it easy,for them,to tame.
The kid still confused,stares,unable to decipher the pun,
I did not sign up for this,I just wanted to learn,have some fun.
Yeah right,fun,what about the real things,the money et al,
How would you feel,when your friends get the medal??
Kid smiles,still confused though,and lets out a shriek,
I dont care,for I am not afraid to lose,or labeled a freak.
You fight,you lose,you gain,you lose,
All I do is play,and thats how I break the noose...
Exclaims the mature me,shut up kid,and sighs.
Other guy reads more,sleeps less,you ought to do the same,
Cynically puns,how else would you make it easy,for them,to tame.
The kid still confused,stares,unable to decipher the pun,
I did not sign up for this,I just wanted to learn,have some fun.
Yeah right,fun,what about the real things,the money et al,
How would you feel,when your friends get the medal??
Kid smiles,still confused though,and lets out a shriek,
I dont care,for I am not afraid to lose,or labeled a freak.
You fight,you lose,you gain,you lose,
All I do is play,and thats how I break the noose...
Saturday, August 7, 2010
A Smile
Arbit,Random rambling...Dont feel like expanding...
A little wider smile please,why the unhappy face?
Its all about time,and few good people,it slows all the pace.
A little wider smile please,why the unhappy face?
Its all about time,and few good people,it slows all the pace.
Chronicles of a Dolt!
Okay...to all the people who think that this resembles Sidin's book "The incredible adventure...Dork" you are right.Teensy weensy bit of motivation here ( Anu Malik Feat Himesh...no not that bad I promise). And if I go on saying title is the only resemblance well...then again I would be lying...but that is his fault...he did MBA before I did...
Anywho,after today's lecture on Biz communication where we did an impromptu interview ( don't get me started on what that means ) the only word which kept coming back was "CHUFF" ( variant of GAS which we used in Engineering ). Now here is this guy...no names people :) and he is a typical engineering Dolt..not a bright fish but then he has got this gift...With that he comes to a B school...first in not very many installments...here is "The Dolt"
There walked a guy,in a suit and a tie [not just suit and tie]
Confidence personified,but Knowledge herniaied.
He had the gift of gab,with yesterdays ET in bag,
A headline on page 1 and 4,he needs no more.
He sees the lot,reading,assimilating like a bot,
Smiles,cleans his shoe ( not with a smile )knocks,voice says who??
I am the DUDE,he thinks,but says,Sir,me,like an angle,blinks,
Hullo!Panel asks TEMSAY* and the bugger shouts YAY!!
PRank 22 in class four,Toilet trained at one,do you want more?
Hobbies designing robot,Interests,geothermoInfomatics,isnt that hot?
Hurrah!Bravo!Panel hailed,your letter already been mailed,
Dolty finally in,says,coo,suddenly a voice says,not so soon,FOOL!!
To be continued...
*TEMSAY - Tell me something about yourself
**No offense to guys who actually design robot and read Geo thingie...but then if you do all that and still come to a B-School!!!Man...what the freck...
Anywho,after today's lecture on Biz communication where we did an impromptu interview ( don't get me started on what that means ) the only word which kept coming back was "CHUFF" ( variant of GAS which we used in Engineering ). Now here is this guy...no names people :) and he is a typical engineering Dolt..not a bright fish but then he has got this gift...With that he comes to a B school...first in not very many installments...here is "The Dolt"
There walked a guy,in a suit and a tie [not just suit and tie]
Confidence personified,but Knowledge herniaied.
He had the gift of gab,with yesterdays ET in bag,
A headline on page 1 and 4,he needs no more.
He sees the lot,reading,assimilating like a bot,
Smiles,cleans his shoe ( not with a smile )knocks,voice says who??
I am the DUDE,he thinks,but says,Sir,me,like an angle,blinks,
Hullo!Panel asks TEMSAY* and the bugger shouts YAY!!
PRank 22 in class four,Toilet trained at one,do you want more?
Hobbies designing robot,Interests,geothermoInfomatics,isnt that hot?
Hurrah!Bravo!Panel hailed,your letter already been mailed,
Dolty finally in,says,coo,suddenly a voice says,not so soon,FOOL!!
To be continued...
*TEMSAY - Tell me something about yourself
**No offense to guys who actually design robot and read Geo thingie...but then if you do all that and still come to a B-School!!!Man...what the freck...
Friday, August 6, 2010
Do I Care!!!
Guess we do. We care way too much. Care too much about what others think,too much about what glasses they wear when they look at us.And well, it drives me crazy.
So Down with people who try and convince you you ought to behave the way think its "RIGHT" ( ya right!!)
I hear what you say, but listen to you no more,
Go ahead,take a shot,but I am not getting sore.
Your opinions and judgment,are your mirrors,not mine,
Reflecting my cracked image,but you know what,that's just fine.
Euphemisms hurled,innuendos implied,and I get them all,
But I chose to ignore,ball is with you mate,it's your call.
You can chose to play the game,and chose to be unfair,
But hey,look at me,Do I look like i CARE????
So Down with people who try and convince you you ought to behave the way think its "RIGHT" ( ya right!!)
I hear what you say, but listen to you no more,
Go ahead,take a shot,but I am not getting sore.
Your opinions and judgment,are your mirrors,not mine,
Reflecting my cracked image,but you know what,that's just fine.
Euphemisms hurled,innuendos implied,and I get them all,
But I chose to ignore,ball is with you mate,it's your call.
You can chose to play the game,and chose to be unfair,
But hey,look at me,Do I look like i CARE????
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Another 4 lines...
Long time since I wrote just 4 lines...
Suffering from mediocrity, I chose the high road,
Naive me,unaware,it was not a disease,but another of mores,
Day one,was the day when the I thought I would unload,
Day 34,baggage even heavier,and they hurt,the open sores.
Suffering from mediocrity, I chose the high road,
Naive me,unaware,it was not a disease,but another of mores,
Day one,was the day when the I thought I would unload,
Day 34,baggage even heavier,and they hurt,the open sores.
Monday, August 2, 2010
How does it feel??
We at IIFT have a special place for things that come straight from heart,not just brain.NGO's from different domains come and talk about what they do.
We even have a course in the 4th trisemester where we work with them for a long time.
These lines come after a session by "Ashraya Adhikar Abhiyan" (Campaign for right to a home) working towards helping the homeless.
How does it feel, never being able to call it a day,
Nothing to head back to, wallet of hope empty,without a ray.
How does it feel,to be unknown to self,a mere apparition,
Nothing to define yourself,devoid of recognition.
How does it feel,on that night,cold and bitter,
Nothing to plug holes, bones freezing,last joules lost in shiver.
How does it feel,to be unsung,not loved,not needed,
Nothing to call your own,belonging to a road unheeded.
Just as I ask these,fear grips my back,hair upright,bristling,
For no one should suffer this much,is the God even listening???
We even have a course in the 4th trisemester where we work with them for a long time.
These lines come after a session by "Ashraya Adhikar Abhiyan" (Campaign for right to a home) working towards helping the homeless.
How does it feel, never being able to call it a day,
Nothing to head back to, wallet of hope empty,without a ray.
How does it feel,to be unknown to self,a mere apparition,
Nothing to define yourself,devoid of recognition.
How does it feel,on that night,cold and bitter,
Nothing to plug holes, bones freezing,last joules lost in shiver.
How does it feel,to be unsung,not loved,not needed,
Nothing to call your own,belonging to a road unheeded.
Just as I ask these,fear grips my back,hair upright,bristling,
For no one should suffer this much,is the God even listening???
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