BUYING A MOBILE

. These days there are so many models that buying one has become very difficult and stressful. Since I had to buy a mobile without a camera due to college rules, I was forced to take a dip into the sea of mobiles. The moment I went in I understood that I hadn’t entered a sea but an ocean of innumerable companies and myriad models. As an average individual, my foremost priority was the best model at the lowest model. Then the endless search began. I went through the latest models, standard ones, some awkward etc. but the problem was that nothing was perfect. Something or other defect was there. Then it was the battle of weighing the pros, cons and the price. Also this time the whole responsibility of the mobile lay in my hands as I was given full freedom to buy my choice. Luckily for me as the camera was a sure no, my testing models were limited. I am a person who even though not techs savvy, requires an mp3 player, expandable memory, decent software and a slim one. The only one I could get my hands on was the nokia e50.then; it was days of heavy scrutinizing. Even while picking my best friend, I hadn’t put in so much effort to find so much about her. I searched websites, read reviews, weighed its cons so much I felt very tensed. I kept telling myself, its only a mobile, but the demon in me snapped back that mobile is today’s mans best friend. The biggest joke was the user reviews. While some were of full praises for it others mercilessly murdered it. Which ones to believe, which not were haunting me day and night. Finally I thought of giving I a chance, as life is full of choices. I made it. Nokia e50.then it was the hunt for the lowest prices. I searched many shops with prices differing by hundreds of rupees. Yesterday I found the right shop and went and brought it. This is my story. Though this has been exaggerated within limits, I would like to emphasize the growing importance of these smart devices in the dull lives of us. as a tribute to my mobile, this whole post has been typed in it.

CO EDUCATION

“As a twig is bent, so the tree will grow”, said Wordsworth.It is very true in the case of students who are photogenic plates; whatever impressions are left on them, they will retain it.

Today in most of the schools, especially in the CBSE schools in the gulf there are separate classes, blocks and even separate timings for boys and girls. There exits an imaginary wall between the students. This tends them to look at the students of the opposite sex in a completely quizzing way as if they come from different planets. Human nature has always commanded us to jump over an obstacle when we come across one. Now when we try to jump over this wall, mostly at the wrong time and place, we end up in disgrace. There is an ever-widening trench between boys and girls and these are destined to join hands only at the time of marriage.

There are also some evil elements who believe boys and girls can never be friends. This feeling has been rooted in the minds of the parents who encourage this type of separate education. They become over-protective and impose many restrictions in their own way. However, their sons and daughters overcome these restrictions in their own way. It has been widened by the power of internet. The students chat with those whom they have no idea of, in brief strangers to experience interaction. As a result, students are more liable to take the path towards destruction. Today, the students are socially immature and even try to discourage those who try to interact with the opposite sex.

Is today’s education preparing us, the narrow-minded students to face the competitive where only the fittest can survive? For what purpose are we being brought up? Are we supposed to stitch the world which is torn by discrimination based on caste, creed, religion, language and even sex? these questions should bring a thought to those who are responsible and appropriate action should be taken against this close-minded education……….

THE CHIMERA

Never was my life a bed of roses,
Ups and downs, I knew never ceases,
Today in the pretended world, I stand,
Unity and integrity is burnt
Dew drops cease to sparkle.
And life has come to end in the fragmented world.

Fragmented is my world, even to its core,
Others, they pretend not o see.
The luxuries that this life offers,
Try to mask its basic deformities,
People adjust just to survive.

The only hope is hope itself,
A hope to elope to my native land,
Where each of cells is integrated.

Education claims to e flawless,
But indeed it is hopeless,
As my sisters are taken away,
In the name of safe education.
But a question to those in charge,
Isn’t it safe to emerge?
Into a cocoon I cannot shrink,
My mind tries to link
Without discrimination, without fragmentation.
I have an insight to change this world,
The one in power have refused,
A prehistoric barbarian, I presume.

Robert Frost talked about walls,
Rabindranath Tagore spoke about world fragmented,
Why?Why?Cant the people understand
Or do they fear change,
Questions and doubts never saturate
And the rebel in me refuses
To be a part of this bogus world,
To merge with this unnatural world.

THE UNFORGETTABLE QUIZ

The school announced quiz,
Did they see in me a whiz?
Anyway represented did I for my house.
Time passed and days flew,
Mind was blank and nothing in view,
It was sure I was to be doomed.
Swiftly did the doomsday approach,
Like the lighting in the sky.
Our sir approached me and inquired,
Whether I was ready or not
I replied with a wide smile
And he was off with a light heart.
The rank of captain was forced upon me
As I led my team to the arena,
Strong opponents added to my worries,
A strong girls team was my only hope.
With cheers did the quiz begin,
And questions were hurled at us
Rounds passed and we were in lead,
We thought our prayers did heed
Apocalypse was the last three
Couldn’t answer even one,
We knew our ship had sunk
As the emperors were turned to slaves.
At the end the results did indeed reflect,
We were the weakest of them all.
Our sir was angry, his face showed
As we spun ourselves a cocoon of shame,
We consoled ourselves by saying that,
At least, we got the largest applause..

AN EVENING WALK

Was feeling bored one day,
Quickly, a thought crept into me,
“Why don’t I take a walk tonight?”
In search of answers
For questions unasked ,unknown.

As I stepped out of my home in my fluffy hat,
I knew the moon was spying,
Rather waving goodbye
And wishing me luck
In finding answers
For questions unasked, unknown.

On the way, I was greeted by a breeze,
A breeze so soothing, so refreshing
Quenched this nomad’s thirst.
Soon this symphony was over
As the wind grew tired of blowing to this fluffy hated man.
Into the park I stepped,
My eyes did devour,
A myriad of people chatting, sleeping
While others, the industrious ones,
Jogged with all their might
And grumbled all the way.
This sight sparked a small doubt
Whether cutting down your weight
Would ever be a Herculean task.
Anyway, continued my journey
In search of answers
For questions unasked, unknown.

Perceiving these was our solitary silver,
Morbid without a friend.
Soon after I caught a stitch,
My body ordered, my mind obeyed,
And I was off to home.

All this way and even now,
I still wonder
Whether the answers I searched
Are in my grasp.
But this uneventful and unmusical journey
Will always be treasured by me,
For this has given birth
To this very poem.

Day And Night

The night arrived as a highway man,
And laughed at the sun's vain,
As quietness filled the air, T
the silence was found hard to bear,
The trees calmed from the scorching sun,
At last the adamant night has won...
Frustrations aroused from everywhere,
As the winds blew here and there,
and night reigned its empire of dark..
As the time passed and waves crashed,
the sun arrived with it's army of rays
And fought the night till it's end....
This is the story i have to tell,
Study and learn it well,
It has moral, it has value,
Is it true or is it false,
I don't know and will not know,
As it's nature's law I should not know...

THE KICK

With spirits high and eyes bright, I stepped into the ground,

Off the hook from books bound,
My friends played football and the ball was passed,
I never knew the ball would to me be passed.
The ball sliced the air as to me it passed,
"What shall i do?” a sigh i blew.
With lasses behind and prestige high,
I raised my leg to kick ball high.
Imagined that the ball would fly,
Into the limitless limit of sky,
I kicked and glanced,
What! Is that dot in sky my ball?
Was i strong to kick ball to a mile,
Joy and pride, both at ecstasy.
The mocking laughs shattered my euphoria,
The ball had passed beneath me.
I hoped against happen,
That earth would swallow me in open,
I lowered my head and stood
Staring at my ugly, unpolished shoes,
With no one to share my woes.
The hyenas laughed and laughed,
Till they couldn't breathe,
The silver lining of the cloud was,
I could make people laugh at ease.

MEMOIRS..........

This is the beginning of a series of my old lost poems, essays written in 9th and 10th class, while most are aimed to find humor in the simple trivial matters while others reflect the growing rebel who was against the separate education for boys and girls in the gulf CBSE schools.

FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE?

‘Fortune favors the brave. Ironically it was indigestion that my courage to step out of the south Indian cuisine brought me.

Yesterday I had gone to my English teacher to pay a visit. I was playing with snowy, her Tibetan (some unpronounceable breed) dog when suddenly my phone rang and my parents were waiting below her flat. Yesterday night they were taking me to a place I always wanted to go-a Lebanese restaurant. This restaurant where I went boasted of delicious tikkas and mouth-watering kebabs.we entered the restaurant to find us in a quiet relaxing place filled with Arabs. The waiter came and took our orders. I really wanted to taste biriyani from the land it was born. He soon came with a four-course dinner, dry salad then soup and the highlight of the evening –the main course. This turned my evening as well as my stomach upside down. The biriyani consisted of heap of rice and a huge mutton steak hidden inside. A complete lamb thigh. Mom who had ordered chicken biriyani sensed it was not properly cooked ordered” parcel please” I was not going to give up easily. I started with the rice but without curry or masala I couldn’t continue. Then I moved on to the steak. The meat was dark brown and was tasteless. We, south Indians are used to so much spice in our foods that this steak practically felt only steamed. The more I ate, the more uncomfortable I became. Then I saw the fat. It reminded me of the percutaneous fat I had to remove while dissecting the dead. This was the limit. The alarm was rung and if I ate more, everything would have projected out. The fourth course was black tea, which was the only thing I enjoyed. As I was going out recollecting the course of events I remembered that I hadn’t washed my hands after I had played with snowy.bhloohaaahhhhh…. everything was out. Fortune favors the brave in most of the cases except filling up your tummy…

COLLEGE TOURS-A REVIVAL

Today as I was sitting for breakfast, I came across a programme on kairali TV that was about a travelogue on silent valley. Though I have seen clippings, read about the various exotic, endangered species but nothing has provoked this thought. As this person walked through the forests untouched by the cunning hands of man, my heart yearned for such an experience. I also thought about our school and college tours that are confined to the sophisticated amusement parks and hyped up tourist hotspots. I believe it would be much better to have trekking trips instead of these to different forests for which our country is blessed in abundance. Also such tours not only bring true enjoyment and everlasting memories, it also educates us and we are brought back to our “roots”. Also it’s a much-needed break from the modern world in which we are entangled with complexities. Most importantly, as all self help books suggest to return to nature, such trips also ensure spiritual enlightenment. As interdependence is necessary for survival in the forest, such trips help a lot in building up the feeling of ‘us” rather than ‘I’
These trips ensure a mental, physical and spiritual challenge, which I am sure, will kindle the inner fire in us that is diminishing in the monotonous corporate lives. As a person, I ensure that as soon as I return back from my vacation in the Arabian deserts, I will try my best to bring about such a trip to rest in nature’s lap at least for a while…but trying, I will

nirvana......

NIRVANA

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