Breaking Dawn

I travel with the gentle breeze,
I am the mover of the leaves.
Wandering amongst the glades,
As was ordained till the end of days.

I have travelled many a mile,
Just to make so many smile.
I am the flicker of hope,
As darkness begins to grope.

I am the guiding light,
To those who were lost at night.
I am hope burning bright,
To those who have lost the fight.

Countless wars I have fought,
Countless wars i have won.
Tis a daily fight I fight,
Against the darkness of the night.

I am the harbinger of today,
The vanquisher of yesterday.
I am a daily prophecy,
A humble servant of time.

I am the rekindler of spirits,
I am the igniter of dreams,
I am hope reborn,
I am the “Breaking Dawn”.

Life’s True Chant

There all alone he stood,
On cold hard wood.
Looking at a noose held high,
For, he was about to die.

He had a beautiful wife,
Whom, he loved more than life.
With her he had a child,
Who, was anything but wild.

His ears began to ring,
When he heard the crickets sing.
To them he was, but an insignificant thing,
But, in truth he was ‘The King’.

That, he had failed in his quest,
Tore into him like swords in his chest.
So t’was in the forest,
He had planned his eternal rest.

He then cursed that fateful day,
On that wretched month of May.
When joined the war,
That would now take his life, in this land afar.

All alone, on the branch he stood,
Throughout his travels he had done only good.
With a noose on his head,
Readying the jump that would knock him dead.

He was all but ready to jump,
When saw wee little ants on the stump.
Their little heads, with pride held high,
Working the lines even though the night was nigh.

Looking at the ants marching along,
The King noticed something wrong.
For all the ants were marching loose,
All of them, to bite into his death noose.

He stopped the little ants to ask,
“Why take up this arduous task?”
To which he heard the little ants cry,
“I move my arms, so that you my brother don’t die”

“We work together on this deathly night,
So that you my King will stand up and fight.
I bite into this rope so tight,
So that you my Brother don’t die tonight.”

So taken aback was ‘The King’,
He had to ask the ants but one thing.
“Pray tell me ‘O Brothers’,
How is it to thee I am a ‘Brother’?”

“When God created the sun and the sky,
And, created the mountains so high.
T’was when he breathed life into you and me,
That you became a Brother to me”

From the King’s eyes rolled down the tears,
With which also rolled out all his fears.
For today the wee little ants,
Had taught him, life’s most beautiful chants.

“Life is not yours to take,
Life is yours to make.
Life is not yours to take,
Life is yours to make.”

Farewell to the Man who redefined ‘i’

A few days back, i was walking down the road, lost in my own thoughts, walking by a roadside shop which sold Chinese electronics including torches, lighters, MP3 players, brushes . As i walked by, a group of little street urchins walked by from the other side, who were oogling at what the store had to offer. i was looked at the scene with an all-knowing smile, which was so reminiscent of my younger days. The days were i used to drool over our favourite toys, through the glass windows of toy shops looking eagerly at the store attractions. But  somewhere at the back of my mind, it did occur to me that why would children be attracted to a shop that sold cheap electronics.

Suddenly, i was jolted back to reality because of a word one of the kids had uttered. i could not believe what I had heard. One of the little kids just looked at an mp3 player and was asking his friend whether he wanted to buy an ‘iPod’.

i could never at so young age recall something so trivial like a matchbox, let alone an iPod. i put it down to, the little complex surprises this journey called life has to offer. it was then that the simplicity, of the complexity of it all hit me on the face.

                    “The genius of a man called Steve Jobs”.

 

It is very rarely in the history of mankind happened, that the name of a product eclipses the category to which the product belongs. The symbolism of calling every mp3 player, bears testament to this very fact.

Jobs wanted to create a ding in the world before the left, and boy, did he create one. The fact that a poor little kid on the road, in one of the developing countries in the world was able to look at a piece of cheap equipment and equate it to the iPod, speaks volumes of the creative genius of Jobs.

To me he was always the man who refined, defined and redefined what creativity and free thinking really means. He was the ultimate perfectionist and the world last true showman. Steve was an entertainer, the likes of whom the world shall never see again. A once in a millennium gem, who i have fortunately have had the privilege to listen to. To millions he was an icon and an inspiration.

Steve appealed to the little qualities in all of us. To some embodied the fighter who never gives up till the last round, to others, he spoke with eloquence of a master orator who could sway audience with his speech alone, to many more, he was the last free-thinker gifted with the clarity of thought  and to some the was a visionary beyond compare.

To me, he was my icon. A role model for, the endless pursuit of excellence. A human like any of us, but gifted with the clarity of thought and purpose. He was the man who truly understood the complexity of simplicity. A steadfast believer in the intuitiveness and innovation. The evangelist of creativity and conformity. He was the man who humbled the mighty ‘I’ and uplifted the lowly ‘i’. He truly was one of a kind. He was the one on whom God did ponder at least once, whether he had achieved perfection.

Steve you were iConic, iNnovative, iNtuitive, iNspirational, iMpeccable, iNvincible, iTerative, iMaginative, iDeative.

Thank you for the bringing in me the “Hunger” of creativity and innovation and making me understand the “Foolishness” of complexity and conformity. i will forever Stay Hungry and Stay Foolish.

RiP

(PS: All I’s have been intentionally left lowercase in tribute)

The La Tomatina Festival (The Economics of Food)

The La Tomatina festival seems to be making all the headlines. The tomatoes, the people and the wastage of precious food. One of the comments I saw in reply to a wonderful status message

(Dear Kolkatans…Please boycott the ‘La Tomatina’ festival to be held in Aquatica on the 16th of October. Spain can afford it…India can’t. Its a Royal waste of food !!.. Which could actually be used to feed those 5.6 million children who die of malnutrition every year. Like ..if u agree and help cancel this depiction of fake westernisation.. Go on.. Put it up as your status)

are as follows.

 Party1: “The royal waste of food happens in government godowns only.as per law nd rule, they cant distribute the excess food grains to others,therefore they let it be wasted nd those who are planning to play tomatina festival ,I blv they are paying for those tomatoes therefore the sellers are getting money for that”

This ignorance to the prevailing conditions in our country as well as disrespect to farmers, stirred me to write something in the defense. The conversations of the various participants will be updated as the conversation moves along. Lets see how far it goes.

Below is my reply.

 Me: India is a country where people respect food. If the government is incompetent, that does not mean that we should behave like then too. 

India is a country where kids at a very young age are taught to respect food and value its importance. Instead like you said the people have paid for the tomatoes, so they could donate it to an ashram where the value for the food increases tenfold rather that simply wasting it away.

There are some things that money can’t buy and the blessing of people who are content with a single meal that others have donated is one of them. 

India comparatively may be economically backward, but morally we are way ahead of the so called developed countries. Practices such as the ‘La Tomatina’ would erode the moral abundance of our wonderful country. 

Please boycott the ‘La Tomatina’ and rather use donate the money to a noble cause.

Yours Truly,
An Indian

The discussion continued with the reply of the person who started the discussion.

Party1: @Sujith,I appreciate the donation concept.I blv you avoid Multiplex visit or restaurant visit and u neither buy expensive watches,dresses or mobiles.neither you waste food at home or at any restaurant you visit and avoid all type of luxury you can afford and save those money and donate those.I really appreciate your efforts.Thanks.A normal Human being

The discussion was joined but a second party as well. His comments follow

Party 2: Sujith Prathap : You wrote an awesome post dude…There are only few Indians like you, who truly understand the moral and ethnic value of India. I appreciate it. But the little gotcha is, if you have copied this letter to any Govt official instead of raising your voice in FB, would have definitely triggered some action . But anyways keep it up.

SO the moral is : “Boycott all luxury. go for donation”..

My reply to the two of them is given below. Where I introduce my idea of the “Economics of Food”.

@<Party 1>: I’ve never wasted food and never been taught to do so. I’ve been taught to do so from a very young age. The wastage of food is a criminal. You are contradicting yourself with paradoxes and deviating from the topic at hand. Let me humour a little more by explaining the concept I call the ‘Ecnomics of Food’.

I still believe that you did not understand the economics of food. Let me put forth a simple concept and hope that you would understand.

You rightly say that the people payed for the tomatoes. But there is also a ripple effect that is created which is the cause of my distress.

Let’s say that every participant to the ‘La Tomatina’ is entitled to 10 kgs of tomatoes at a minimum and suppose there are 100 participants to the la tomatina festival. That makes it 10 X 100 = 1000 kgs.

Lets look at it from another angle. The amount of tomatoes available in the market is 1250 kgs a month, which is available to the public sample of about 300. Since the ‘La Tomatina’ festival would require 1000 Kgs. The amount remaining which is available for public consumption is 1250 – 1000 = 250 Kgs for a month.

If the no of people vying for the tomatoes is 300 (which incidentally the case in India), then each person would get 250/300 = 0.833 which might roughly translate to 4 tomatoes a person for a month. That would hardly be enough for a family of 4 to have a single decent meal.

Since there are so many people vying for so few tomatoes. The seller is definitely going to raise the prices of the tomatoes. So tomatoes that cost 16 Rs a Kg would sell for double or even Triple the price, say 48 Rs a Kg. Such a price rise would be acceptable to people like you and me, but for ordinary Indians it would be a kick in the stomach.

I am sure that even a ‘normal human being’ would be able to understand such a simple concept.

@<Party 2>: So the motto is “Think twice before you invest in luxury, you may not know who you may be hurting in the process and donation is not such a bad thing to do. Try it and you’ll be happy.

This has been sent to a govt official. Why do you think the ‘La Tomatina’ festival got cancelled in Bangalore.

http://bangalore.citizenmatters.in/articles/view/3388-bangalore-citizens-against-la-tomatina-take-action

http://www.deccanherald.com/content/191340/la-tomatina-gets-rotten-tomatoes.html

Your Truly,
 A ‘Normal’ Indian ‘Human Being’

Please do feel free to share this link, if people try to spread glorified visions of a so-called festival.

A Tale of Darkness

On a dark and desolate piece of land he sits,
Staring into the dark.
Waiting and hoping.
For dawn to break.

His pulse quickens,
His heart skips a beat.
When he hears the church bell strike,
Twelve times through the night.

He mumbles a quick prayer to the Lord,
And curses the ungodly hour.
When the Angels are all asleep,
And Demons come out to play.

The wind that blows,
Makes eerie sounds.
Echoing with the voices,
Of those gone by.

From the dark and dreary night,
There comes and ungodly howl.
To him it seems,
There are werewolves on the prowl.

Overcome by fear he looks up towards the heavens ,
For divine retribution.
Only to see the pure white moon,
Engulfed by the dark clouds of despair.

To him it seems,
That heaven’s been overrun.
By hells minions,
Coming out to play for the night.

He is surrounded by darkness,
He begins to despair.
His vision now shrouded by fear,
He sees the shadows waking from their sleep.

He sees them dance,
He hears them speak.
Moving like ghosts,
The specters of the dark night.

He feels them come over him,
He opens his mouth.
But, all that is heard,
Is a silent scream…..

He tries to struggle,
He cannot move.
They are all over him,
He can do nothing.

He’s all alone,
Alone in the dark.
Waiting for morn to come,
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting…..

When the morn did finally come,
They saw he was found.
With his face a deathly blue,
Bout his death not a soul knew.

They still say on dark on desolate nights,
He still sits on the desolate piece of land.
All alone, still waiting for dawn to break,
Waiting, waiting, waiting….

The Dark Night.

Marriage of True Love

A stolen glance,
Amidst a million stares.
A graceful dance,
Amidst a million pairs.

Hand in hand,
Together they stand.
Forever entwined,
Till the end of time.

Looking eye to eye,
Together they waltz.
Two hearts with a single beat,
With a rhythm that to the other sounds sweet.

With every step,
And with every stride.
Their love does grow,
In their hearts full of pride.

He, who till now was all alone,
Has now found the One, to take home.
She, who till now was without a home,
Has now found the One, who takes her home.

They share a bond,
Sanctified by sacred fire.
To each, the other is thine.
Together till the end of time.

Life’s journey is indeed strange,
For only marriage doth bring such a change.
They, that were strangers once,
Now travel together as One.

Understanding the Bengali Political Web

(A good friend of mine had moved to Kolkota recently after marriage. She had posted her thoughts about how she could not understand why people discussed politics endlessly on her blog. This is my reply to her.)

The fervor with which the politics is discussed in Kerala is almost similar to that of Kolkata.  I can understand the non-political stand that an outsider to Kolkota would take. But discussing politics is much more than what it seems on the outside. It serves as a means for socializing with the community as a whole. It serves as a common thread with which people from all walks of life come together to meet, greet and discuss. Politics is a subject which without being very intrusive can still be discussed with fervor and passion by people across all caste barriers. It is much better than discussing mundane things like the weather, or books.

You say that you wish that people spend their time more creatively discussing the share market or hot careers. But tell me with what amount of passion could you discuss hot careers or the length of time that such a subject could be discussed. Also, the amount of expertise that one requires to talk about such topics is tremendously high.It additionally, unintentionally also divides people on the basis on educational qualification bringing the divide among the rich and the poor to the fore and pushing the topic being discussed to the background.

 

Adda

 

 

Discussion of the topics like hot careers mentioned by you always divides the audience into multiple sections each rooting for their own opinion of the topic. Multiple opinions on a topic always make discussions very complex. It confuses people who join the discussion very late, as to which of the many sides of the discussion to take. So participants like the chaiwala, vegetable vendor who come in for a few minutes and leave cannot put in their cents to the conversation.

The discussion of politics in most cases just has two sides to it. Either speak about the good, or speak about the bad and very rarely an unbiased voice giving an objective spin to things. People who join the conversation late can also put their thoughts without following much of the initial conversation. Conversations like this tend to go on much longer even after the original originator of the conversation have left the discussion.

You did say ”Kolkata’s pace of development is at snail’s pace, compared to other states”. Again what development has happened in Bangalore. The city has become multi-cultural, malls have popped up, the multi-nationals are all here. People may have many friends on Facebook, but people living here do not know who their next door neighbours are, or the elderly gentleman who lives down the street.

Living in Kolkota for a few years has taught this much. Discussion of politics in Kolkata is more of a community bonding experience rather than a discourse on intellectual showmanship. It brings communities together. People who have nothing in common, become the greatest of friends after both of them supported each other in a discussion on politics.

The entire political experience in Kolkata is very much like Facebook

People put up their status, some people like, some people dislike, some comment favorably, some comment unfavorably, the entire community discusses and all involved share a special bond.

Amidst the Red and Green

Amidst the RED and GREEN,
Lies most of our Dreams.
Amidst the RED and GREEN,
Lies silent screams.

The colour RED,
Has left many dead.
The colour GREEN,
Is now a distant dream.

There lies many a dead Teen,
Amidst the RED and GREEN.
Their horrific screams,
Amidst the RED and GREEN.

PS: Special thanks to Sharmila for the opening words, which got me thinking and made me write this poem.

My Reply to Engadget for their negative publicity about the adam.

Engadget posted an article (http://www.engadget.com/2010/12/09/notion-ink-adam-gets-caught-photoshopping-its-bezel-away/) about how the notion ink pohotoshoped the bezel of the adam. This I felt was not in the right taste. So here is my reply to them which I am sure they will take off the site pretty soon.

Engadget!!! Engadget, you may hate us, but cannot ignore us!!

Do you even know what the adam revolution is all about. Its is about a small company taking a big step forward. The tone of the article sounds so negative. Another way to look at it would be, The notion ink guys being the perfectionists that they are, decided that they had made a mistake and did not want to mislead their audience, changed their bezel to look more like the original product.

Just because they pay a lot of attention to detail, doesn’t mean they are fraudulent. They wanted to get everything right on the day of their launch. It is quite possible that someone forgot something as trivial as this. But they changed it. Full marks to them.

Attributing this mistake to every changing specs is truly incredulous. To discredit a wonderful young company who are bringing out a truly refreshing product is shameful. That too on a day which is very memorable for each of the thousands of followers of the adam has. An even more special day for all of us who have followed the wonderful journey of the adam from its initial inception to its final release.

Today is a day when apple will wake up and take notice. Today is a day when mobile computing will be changed forever. Today, the “adam” has finally arrived.

They deleted this post. But I know that they cannot delete it from my blog.

Why love is not a ‘constant’ equation rather than a ‘Differential’ equation.

One of my friends recently had this question on her blog. This is my answer to her post.

Love = Happiness is a differential equation because like you mentioned true love is expressed in many forms. Be it holding hands, looking into your partners eyes, remembering some trivial thing that might mean a lot to the other person, writing something inspired by them, giving them little surprises, writing a few love notes etc. Each in turn goes a long way in making the other person happy which makes them fall in love with you even more. Hence proved.

Now coming to the part about why Love is not a constant. If love were a constant, it would mean doing a certain set of things something in some pre-conceived manner to make someone fall in love with you. Which unfortunately is what seems to happen nowadays. Love is not some ‘constant’ formula that needs to be applied whenever you want someone to fall in love with you.

Hence love is an integration of the little differential equations of joy that go towards making someone happy which ultimately results in true love being attained.