White Thoughts

 White blooms upon the tree

Adorning the blue sky

A little trembling

And the petals fly high

Shattering the calm recluse, the firm belief in constancy

It's been . . .

It's been . . . a long ... long time 

. . . since i was here . . .

What made me quite . . . quit . . . 

What made me make some noise . . . now? 

was it fear . . . of losing hope . . . 

was it fear of gaining faith was it close to despair . . . 

no . . . i dare not articulate it. 

GIVING VOICE TO IT . . . is as dangerous . . . 

 as it had been . . . 

 INTO THAT LONG SILENCE . . .

Tears have now dried
Anxieties ran astray
Death . . . all over the world
Has it lost its sting?
Has It?

Everywhere there stories of misery
Scraps of goodness here and there
Remind me of survival

I do not want to know anymore
Who is doing what
Who is going where
Who is leaving
Who is coming

I only know
NOW i am
Now i am here
now i am still here.  

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Haitus

Haitus

can it be so
can it be called a break??
for rejuvenation or decay?

Decay prepares the ground for every growth
death for every birth

is it easy to die?
is it easy to turn into nothingness?

The hope of a light is not promising enough. . .
The despair too dark, too gloomy . . . caa i still sthink of a light ?

The flicker of goodness to come . . .  is inevitable
so is the doom of gloom. 
 

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Check out the beautiful Kaas plateau  - Satara

The beauty and the aura of the place is mesmerising : The beautiful sunrise

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Flowers of all hues

Crystal clear pond

Violet beauty

Fields of flowers

The lotus pond

it has been ages

it has been ages since i wrote
it has been ages since i thought

how could i never think

how could i never????


was it lethargy
or a fear?

a fear that i could not think, write or disclose???

a fear that i will let myself out?

it is this fear which still holds the guts of my thoughts intact.

i cringe with thoughts . . .

Balancing the tight rope of parenting

‘The child is the father of man’ never was this adage as true as it holds today. Given the fast paced changes in the socio-cultural milieu with the rapid technological upheavals, the task of bringing up children is becoming all the more daunting. The best way one handles situations is on the basis of prior experience. The parents of today would go back to their experiences of being parented and try to imitate the disciplining measures that they had to go through. But sadly today, they say, things have changed. They are told that the parent should be friends of their children and so in an attempt to toe the line and be a ‘friend’ of the ‘modern techno savvy child’ the poor parent falls prey to buying the new age toys for their kids – gaming consoles, mobiles, ipads, iphones,  the list takes an increasing upward curve on the pocket. The worst situation arises because we the parents are not aware of the hazards that this internet enabled mobiles or these addictive gaming consoles are to our kids. These are new to us, we do not understand the ‘new’ ways of the world, and so in an attempt to be called our kids’ ‘friends’ we fall prey to these baits. The problem worsens when we have then to monitor their gaming time for by then they are addicted to them.

The ‘Facebook’ is the new social world that our children are living in and now with ‘Whats App’, everything that my teenager does is broadcast to the world. We the ‘outdated’ parent either are oblivious to the happenings of the internet world that my youth is engrossed in or to make things worse some of us are so enamoured by these gadgets that we ourselves are immersed in self proclamation through these social networking sites.

The ‘I, me, myself’ culture is the predominant culture of the times and it is indeed very difficult to free oneself from enticing clutches of this culture. To teach the youth today is much more difficult when I myself am not following what I try to preach and thus the youth of today do not find a role model to emulate. We have not left them enough role models in the outer world and thus the task of becoming the role model for my ‘child’ is all the more an arduous task.

We complain of our youth clamouring for more, we grumble that they are not satisfied with what they have, that they are never ‘happy’ with what they have. I would suggest let us as parents reflect if ‘we’ have ever been ‘happy’ about what we have had. Have been ‘content’ with what life had to offer me. If I never cribbed about the world around, if I always had a smile on my face no matter what I faced in my personal life only then will my child learn these things from me. I cannot expect them from my kids if I do not give it to them.

I would make only one resolve as a parent today let me ‘mend’ myself if I wish to transform the youth of tomorrow. For the words of Carl Jung, the famous psychologist cannot be slighted: “Children are educated by what the grown-up is and not by his talk.”