Showing posts with label thought provoking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thought provoking. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2009

Lego....

   Was just looking back... and I realised that life is like a bunch of Lego pieces.... strewn apart they make no sense... same when they are fixed together haphazardly- without any thought given as to whether they fit right.... but when put together just right there's a beautiful, meaningful, well formed structure.....

   I guess this could be the source for the phrase "finding your niche"... just the manifestations of fitting two of life's building blocks just right!

   Its quite a nice feeling..... :) 

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Kalyug... and then some!

And once again I have had the priviledge to witness the wondrous beauty of the dynamic human nature...blah blah blah... (can you catch the sarcasm i tried to lace so subtly over the above words?) 

Anyways, none of the boring details!

Some incidents have once again made me wonder whether the age we are living in is indeed a Kalyug... and if that is so then the fruit of our combined sins is fast ripening and it wont be long before the big man upstairs decides to dunk our planet into a large bowl of soup...like a giant dumpling....mmm dumpling soup.... (anyways, back to the point...)

Yea, now Im no doomsayer...but if we go about life the way we do, I would be left with no other option than runnning up and down the streets with my hair flying wildly around me and a mad glint in my eye, shouting out to whomsoever may listen, "REPENT SINNERS!!! THE END IS COMING!!!!!" 

Because if doing what is right, puts us in the wrong and makes us suffer instead of giving that well spoken of peace-of-mind... then our value system is seriously screwed up! 

So Ive given you something to think about..... why dont you mull over it..... while I go build myself a huge-ass, big boat to ride out the approaching storm...

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Anne Frank.... A Crash Course on Hope and Courage


I guess I'll start off with what this book is all about.... yea

As the heading says, this is a diary maintained by Anne Frank, a young, Jewish girl who had gone into hiding with her family during the reign of Hitler, towards the end of the Second World War. It was a time when Hitler ordered for all Jews to be removed from Germany and be sent to concentration camps.... a fate worse that death.
With the help of a few German friends, she and her family moved into the unused upper floors of an office building, where they created a home for themselves for almost two and a half years. These German friends were their only connection to the outside world, bringing them rations, clothes, books, news and sometimes even cheer.
Anne was 13 years old. The diary traces her growth from a gawky teenager whose main interests were ping pong, ice cream and boy friends to a mature, sensitive girl who wondered why she was being treated differently just because she was a Jew, who cried when she saw the plight of other Jews from the window of her room and could do nothing to help them and yet wrote fairy tales in her spare time, hoping to be able to publish them one day.
Her writing is not particularly eloquent. And yet it touches something within us. All she has written about are descriptions of the people with her, their daily routine, the little fights and squabbles, and all through her own fight for gaining acceptance as a grownup in a world where time has stood still.
She talks about feeling like a caged bird whose wings have been cut, beating against the bars to get free. She feels a sense of impending doom, when she says that she feels as if she is standing on a little piece of heaven surrounded by dense, black clouds. And yet through it all she remains cheerful, challenging her fate simply with a smile, believing in the inherent goodness of man.

The diary ends on an abrupt note. Simply because a few days after her last entry, she and her family was betrayed by someone who worked in the office and were captured by the German police. But what actually hit this reader was that, the last entry ended in such a way as if she was going to continue… only she never got a chance to. However, a more poignant ending would not have been possible. The diary is complete in itself. Read it and you will know what I mean...
The epilogue tells us what happened a few days later and we are actually transported to that time…imagining ourselves along with them, cowering behind their secret door as the police pounded on it..clutching a few belongings to themselves… feeling their fear, their hopelessness, their despair….
Anne Frank was taken to a concentration camp Auschwitz, the worst of all the concentration camps... also known as the "Death Camp", where she succumbed to typhus within a few months…

She was not yet 16...

Friday, June 15, 2007

Something to think about.....

Im sure almost everyone knows the story of "The Little Match-Girl" by Hans Anderson... The little ragged, slipperless girl who is trying to sell some matches on a bitter cold christmas eve night... in a feeble effort at getting some warmth starts lighting the matches and with each flare she sees one heartwarming vision after another... the last one being that of her grandmother who takes the little girl with her to a warmer, happier place... the next day, people pass by the silent, still body of a little girl... spent matches all around her and a small smile playing about her blue lips.............

I saw a little boy today outside a mithai shop at around 8:30 at night...no older than 6 or 7 years... he was selling balloons and other small toys and trinkets...
I imagined myself in his place... holding small delights in his hand...but he knows they are not for him... he has to sell them and get money to supplement the family income.....
But why is'nt anyone buying anything?? He knows if he had the money he would buy everything...from the colourful balloons to the racing cars and spinning tops....

I wondered what he must feel when he sees small children pleading with their parents to buy his wares..and then them giving in to the whims of their children... does he wonder why his parents dont buy toys for him?

I wondered what he must feel when no one wanted to buy from him?

I wondered what he must feel when at the end of the day all he has earned is a few measly rupees...not even enough for one square meal... and i wondered how he would be able to walk all over the city on an almost empty stomach....

I wondered if he ever thought about the future...or for that matter, anything, beyond when and where he would get some money next....

I wondered if he ever had to or would have to sacrifice his innocence and childhood because all else failed...

I wondered why we turn away from such innocents? How much would it affect our daily lives if we all spared a few rupees, just so children like him get at least one square meal a day?

I wondered if after ranting so much the next time some such kid comes up to me would I turn him or her away empty handed...??


And I wondered if I would see the little balloon seller ever again............