And They Say Be Bold For Change!

International women's day

International women's day

The day to respect, appreciate, honour and respect women has finally arrived. Another year, another motto, but with the same date is here and the entire internet, social media platforms and messaging apps are loaded with infinite wishes and quotes, all shouting out just one thing… #BeBoldForChange!

Oh! You have also just posted the same, tagging your moms, girlfriends, friends, sisters and daughters. Well, you just get one day to do so. What about the other days? The world on the screen is totally different than the world deep down. Yes, you know that but who really cares? Not even me. The motto for this women’s day says ‘Be Bold For Change’, meaning, ‘you yourself have to fight to bring out the change you want’. There’s nothing wrong in it but don’t you smell hopelessness here?

International women's day
Hopelessness because when the authorities or the governing people out there, understood that they could not bring both the genders to the equal level, no matter how hard they try, they initiated this concept. Go help yourself!
This is true that you have to fight for a cause and there will be no one to hold you everytime, but do you think the serious issue to treat everyone with equality and majorly to protect women can be handled like this? No, those people or I must say the women who really want the change in their lives and who genuinely need this message are somewhere far away from this world of internet. They do not know that today is their day; they do not know that the world is fighting for their rights on the internet; they do not know that by being bold they can change their horrific life!

Till the time you will write a post to raise your voice, a gang rape would have already taken place, a woman would be killed by her in laws and a girl would be denied education. Thousands of dreams would have already come to an end even before they could be seen… and you say she has to be bold to change all of this.

She was bold since the day she came into this world but what made her weak is the world itself. She has been fighting for her rights for long but I don’t think it’s helping her. Everyone takes a stand if there is something wrong against him or her. But the issue which needs to be solved here is not about an individual, it’s not anyone’s personal problem, its about the other half of the world, it’s about women…

So, today, don’t just tell her to be bold for a change, in fact, try it yourself too. There is still a lot to be done by every one of us.

Maybe, This Is The Power Of Contentment

old man sitting with contentment

old man sitting

The world is a box of complaints and we keep on filling it with one or the other every day. Poor have issues that they don’t have enough to spend, rich say, they do not know where to spend. Some, do not like their parent’s interference, some complain that their children are worth for nothing. There are complaints about food, relationships, friendships, parenting and what not, but people do not feel contented with what they have. Every person has a greedy heart which forces him or her to yearn for more and more till the life comes to an end.

But, I think the beauty of contentment is far beyond anything which everyone cannot admire. The person, who learns it, doesn’t need any other power to live, achieve or simply dream. Now, why am I sharing such high values is because I have met a person who proves that contentment gives a new meaning to start your life all over again.

I joined a new company recently and was assigned to work with an elderly gentleman, might be in his early sixties. On my first day, he introduced himself to me and told about his experiences, past jobs and his command over writing. He had a special aura, calmness on his face as he proudly narrated about his works with media and daily newspaper companies.

It’s natural that when we join a new workplace or we go to any unknown place we feel a kind of discomfort, but, my introduction with him motivated me to work with the team and know more.

He used to come quite late according to our office timings. I thought, because of his post and position he might be having this leverage but one day one of my colleagues told me he used to come late in the morning but justified his working hours by staying till late in the evening.

So, it was a casual working day and I had to stay back for a little longer at the office. I got a chance to have a conversation with him. He always had an everlasting smile on his face and this made him friendlier. I had booked my cab and was waiting for it and meanwhile asked him what conveyance did he use to travel. He smiled and replied, ‘Hamara Bajaj’. I giggled and said, ‘a scooter?’ in a little surprising manner.  Carrying that incessant smile on his face he said he loved his scooter a lot and felt comfortable to ride it. Gradually, I threw all my questions on him and he kept on answering them with interest and a meaning. He said he lived in the city all alone, his wife left for her heavenly abode at a very young age as she had blood cancer. Doctors discovered her illness just four days before she died. Hearing this, I felt a sudden flow of current in my veins which made me more curious to know about him.  He cooked his own meals, washed his own clothes and did all the daily chores all by himself and this decent job kept him busy and in contact with people. Coming late to office was not a leverage for him but his failure to wind up all his household work and reach on time, for that he even felt embarrassed.  His two children moved to pursue their own careers just two years after the mishap. He felt bad for them too, as they lost their mother very early. But this man had no complaints. He said he had beautiful memories with his wife to cherish and those memories kept him motivated. He even shared his deep longing to visit his son and daughter some day and his time to fly overseas…

That day I returned home and sat on my bed recalling his face and his words. How we complain about each and everything and every person we meet?  Today, people of his age think of retiring and enjoying their holidays with their families. We take everything for granted, even if we are away from our loved ones we have that leverage to call or visit them but what about him? I was caught in the thought that how it feels to return home and see a vacant house, cook alone only for one member and eat alone sitting on a single chair and table and lead the rest of the life with a thought that this is your story because the person with whom you had to share your whole life forever will never return…

Maybe, he is having this sadness somewhere deep inside, maybe, tears roll down his cheeks when he is alone, or maybe, this is the power of contentment…

Age Is Just A Number

vitthala temple age

vitthala temple age

A friend of mine recently sent me this picture and asked if there was any poem related to it written by me. When I saw it, I was completely enthralled by the beauty of the click captured by him. This picture along with the dusking sky was taken when the evening moon had just risen and the sun was about to set.  It portrays the very famous Vitthala temple situated in Hampi, Karnataka.

The most amazing thing which caught my attention was the 150 year old champa tree which stood there till now with that same might and strength,  enhancing the elegant scenery, hence proving that ‘Age is just a number’…

At that very moment I was short of poem, while writing it I was short of words…

The beauty is immense and I am speechless.

But still I have tried to mould it in my own words…

 

Guarding its own abode for the years from now

Adorned with pristine, elegant, white flowers

Stands the mighty creature, with its branches to bow.

Under the dusking sky ready to be covered with stars.

 

As the evening moon rises high

Spreading its own shade around

The temple tells the stories who passes by

With silence in the air without a pinch of sound.

 

They say, time makes you old

They say, you lose your beauty and strength

They should see this living being, so tall and bold

Enticing the whole world since the day it was meant.

 

I think, the branches would talk with the pillars

When the night falls, everyday and every year

To share their happiness and sometimes their tears

How to impress the folks coming from far and near.

 

The urge to convey their legendary tale

Encourages this panorama to never fall and stumble,

Filling every heart with awe and respect

Beholding that Age is just a number…

 

Photo credits : Akash Khyadi

 

 

 

 

 

Save That Fire From Dying Inside…

fire

fire

 

‘Everyone has that fire inside’, Have you ever realized it?

No?

Then, why do they say it?

It’s time to explore…

 

You can sit there on the ground
With your dreams all around,
You can close your eyes
And tell them not to rise.

How will you stand in front of yourself
You will have to stretch to reach that shelf,
You can stop and just stand aside
But how will you stop that fire inside?

You can make those stories, you never got a chance
What about when you stepped back at a glance,
You think its a game of losing and winning
But what about the real you within…?

You say he is bias, protects those who praise him
Who saved you when your house was on fire and you were in?
Its time to accept, you have to run far
You have to shine among those shivering stars.

This life is not asking you to reach till death
Its telling to examine the road in depth,
It has not set the rules which you follow
Listen carefully, its shouting to break them tomorrow.

So, why are you quiet, why are you afraid?
Just look inside yourself, you will be amazed
You know what you want, overcome that fear
That one leap, and you are near.

You will feel, your days are just going
Put your legs in the water, stop flowing
You want someone to come and become a reason
Remember, you chose to be here and this life is one.

Time is existence and it is with you
But it is realized only by few
Come let’s fall, stand and run like a child
Let’s save that fire from dying inside!