Utopia is a distant dream

After Nelson Mandela spent 27 years in prison, are black and white considered as equals today?After living for 58 years in an independant india,do indians today have the freedom to speak?After winning all the matches upto the semifinals,are we able win in the finals?After winning all the battles,are we able to win the wars?

Maybe black and white are equal in a few places and are considered equal by a few people,but a majority of the people dont treat them this way.There is so much color prejudice all over the world.what the hell is all this?Is it not true that both of them have the same color blood and go to hell/heaven after they die?Is it not true that both these people have fougnt for their country, brought laurels to the nation and have made them proud?Is it not true that black likes white and white likes black?Then why is the prejudice still existing?

Problems of plenty are there for the indians when they land into an alien country,are there for them in their oun country where perpetrators are their own people.Racial discrimination called apartheid is still on in africa.

Everybody keeps saying that they are not the culprit here,that they are not involved in this controversy,that they treat them equally.Do those people who love to wear a black color t-shirt still love to hang around with them?Things have to change.We need to move on.Utopia is a distant dream.

Not allowing your people to express their voice is to deny them their own formal rights.Prohibiting protests in a largest democracy is like giving people a pie and asking them to eat it humbly(which means not allowing them to eat).

We are expecting a world war to come pretty soon where in we need to fight for a reason.Let that reason not be colour prejudice,let that reason not be rights prohibition,lets fight to restore normalcy,lets fight to restore truth,lets fight for peace.

See the final stage we have reached here.We have to fight our bloods for seeing peace.Dont know who will enjoy that peace when everybody gets killed in the war.Atleast lets die for our corpse to live in peace.

When reality is marginalized

Its easy to be badly good, but a bit difficult to be goodly bad. Its easy to sit and dream about everything, but its difficult to stand and deliver. Its easy to speak and keep speaking, but its difficult to listen and then seek to understand. Its easy to understand the indelible words that were spoken, but its very difficult to unclog the shades of defining silence.

Its easy to be a nice guy who doesnt react to national tragedies, but its difficult to be a rebel who stands up to intolerance, stands up to mistakes, stands up to wrong deeds. Its easy to be a mahatma, but its very difficult to be Bhaghat Singh. Its easy to relish anonymousness, but its difficult to rebel famously only to become infamous.

Stupidity is being enacted by the government over this reservation quota issue. I believe they are nuts to do this. There is a need for the quotas at the primary level, but not at the post graduate level. By doing so, people are being encouraged to purposefully stay bad at the primary level coz they know that they will scrape through into the PG coz of this reservation legacy. Feel like saying BALLS to these officials for their stupidity but feel that I would remain unheard even after doing so.But will vent evrything out at a right time and in a right way.

Authority gives a person so much power which needs to be chanellised in a proper route. But in India though, authority means a dominating platform to play unending political games, to derive insatiable monetary benefits, to promote cheap favoritism and ultimately to cunningly dump those people who willingly enfranchised their electoral right to choose them.

Something needs to be done to eradicate improper etiquette, to demolish selfish needs, to curtail dilly dolly governance, to castigate all the disheartened criminals and finally to kill untrustworthy officials who sell the country for chocolates and publicity.

When CATCH-22 is screened before your eyes, and you become a victim of the situation, your favorite hero Yossarian is no longer a hero. Open Sarcasm needs to be at its peak when reality is marginalized.

Woods are lovely,dark and deep

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

So much meaning is conveyed in these lines. Just like Frost, there would have been so many times in our lives, when we would have stopped by the woods to enjoy the snowy evening. Imagining the owner of the woods to be living somewhere in the village or some obscure place, we relish the moments ecstasy of watching snowy woods.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

His little horse is really amazed (feels strange and unusual) by what his master is doing. He is sheltering in some place between woods and the almost frozen lake. Where will the horse eat? No farmhouse seems to be around the woods now. Even though he says its the darkest evening of the year, the whole forest is lit with dark green woods and the snow.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

See how he depicts the silence of the dark woody evening. The only other sound present in the whole place is the sweep of an easy wind and that of the formed snow. How amazing must that sound be? Just imagine this.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Staring at these woods that are dark, lovely and deep, one would generally get lost in its amazing beauty. But, suddenly Frost realizes that he has got promises to keep and he has miles to cover before he can sleep in the woods.

So it applies to all of us who get lost in a lot of beauty staring and other dreamy fantasies, forgetting that we have our promises to keep and not giving a heed to the miles that we need to cover in order to reach our destination.

Maybe am just explaining the meaning of what I understood from frosts words, but I realize that the relation of his words to our lives applies to all of us in the same way. Only wish the miles are of lesser distance so that we can spend more time in the woods knowing that the next stop where our bus stops is where the mile ends.

Slip between cup and the lip

It may appear as if its just a small slip between the cup and the lip. But how many times in life has this small slip between the cup and the lip proved costly. Lets see a few instances here.

How did you feel when one wrong word that you spoke spoiled a life long relationship or a last leg interview with a big firm? How can one small word play such a defining fate in our lives? But this is how it all goes. A momentary mistake goes on to become lifes regrettable one which doesnt get depreciated as years add on (anything should decrease in value with an increase in age rite), but this stays put till the end. So lets learn the formula here. Silence is definitely golden on a few occasions. In fact I believe that silence speaks more words than the words speak so for themselves.

A small slip from the vehicle on the road makes one lose ones life.How many times a small slip in the F1 field had gone on to cause severe damage to the drivers? How many times a small slip between the skating wheels in xtereme sports had gone on to endanger acrobats lives? How many times a slip in the Basket ball court or a football ground had proved to be fatal?

So its basically the concept of being so near yet so far. This near becomes far because of the slip that happens between the cup and the lip. Everything mentioned here is actually synonymous to slip between cup and the lip.

Okay How did you feel when one of your friends accidentally poured or spilled coffee on your new dress? At that very moment the earth stops rotating, waves stop falling down and stands still in the air, the falling rain stands frozen on an extremely sunny day just 10 cm above the ground refusing to hit the deck, just like the way they show it in the movies to depict a state of shock. After all what happened here was a small spill of coffee over the new dress which will go away after washing with surf excel or Rin supreme. But still this small defacement stands firm as a rock till eternity within our minds.

Today am wearing a new white shirt and if by any chance something gets spilled on that, ill kill the responsible person impromptu. Oh my god, what did I say just now. Did somebody hear that?

No time to stand and stare

What is life if you dont have time to stand and stare? What is life if you dont have time to run and play? What is life if you dont have time to shout and shriek? What is life if dont have time to comment after reading my posts?

When its taking a huge effort to even stand on our legs for a few seconds, where is the time to stand and then stare? If at all you were conferred with adequate energy during the breakfast to help you stand on your legs that day, where do you stare? What is there to stare at? There is nothing that I like to stare at coz everything in my domain looks brim and dull. These are some of the common notions that people have.

Looking at a black colored cloth, but viewing it to be purple colored is whats required. But, if you do this, your Physiotherapist might ask you to meet the ophthalmologist and then get your vision checked for. But let me tell you, viewing differently is an art. It doesnt come very easily. But when it does come, there isnt much of a difference between a shirt and a pant. (Well thats an extreme case. lets not digress from the proper route and then reach Himalayas here when all you wanted was to go to St. Thomas Mount)

Its all about imagination, its all about creativity, and its about being weird and above all its fantasy. When you stand and stare at vacuum and then vividly start filling plethora into it, you are actually fantasizing in a badly good way.

You can be weird in a logical as well as illogical way, but fantasy is all about zero logic. Thank my loyal or sometimes not so loyal visitor for this gyaan.So why wait for the bell to ring? Why wait for orders to be given? Why wait for the marathon to start? Its your time to celebrate immortal creativity. So go ahead into the world, stand there and stare at anything and everything visible/hidden on earth.

Imagination is viewing the unviewable and fantasy is imagining the unimaginable.