India - through western eyesIndia - through western eyes7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
India through western eyes
A lot of glamour surrounds the West Europe and the USA in India. The urban
higher middle class is of course in thrall of the West but even in poor rural areas this
attraction holds. If visiting or settling in the west is an achievable aim at some point
of time in the urban area, it is a chimera, or a fantasy-land in the rural areas. Last
decade has seen a phenomenal rise in tourists from India to the West. It is like
everyone knowing someone who has been there for at least a fortnight telling the
tales from the beyond.
Therefore, there is legitimate curiosity in the Indian mind about what they think
about us. This article is an attempt to find an answer to this question. I will be
completing some 12 years of living in Britain shortly. I have also had a chance to
visit the rest of europe, America and Canada. I have some daily interaction with
people here. I follow closely India as projected in the mass-media
RamblingLifeRambling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is life
We look at stars and waste time making wishes
As men with lines
In salty water
Attempt to fool the fishes
And still they are fooled
We mourn at death and rejoice birth
Without the consequence to mother earth
We jump on a trailer park of bandwagons
And scream obscenities at our own mundane existence
We frequent restaurants
Who serve their shit
Wrapped in gourmet stars
We pay exorbitantly
And complain of taxes
We fill the air with complex waxes
We nuke each other
We call one president
A true retard
We send our kids
To fight a war
And mourn their death
When they are no more
We live in castles and lock the door
We never smell the sun no more
We throw our oil
Into the sea
And scream revenge when death we see
We miss the things that make us smile
The walks in parks
The running mile
A work of art
We dont admire
We forgot to paint
In our own quagmire
We miss the sound
Of an old church bell
God forbid our teachers might go to hell
We lose religi
Love Letters from - truncated( real title )Love Letters from - truncated6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Love Letters from the Final Days of the Very Last Autumn
The smell of severely overused, deep-fry grease still permeated my nostrils as i ate the microwave-heated bowl of rice and eggroll, even though the leftovers were 5 days old.
A meal from Chu Tu Time ( the House of Chinese Leftovers )
You were out with "the girls " while my tounge was tenatively discerning i still didnt know the correct of amount of time to heat this particular combo of pseudo oriental delights.
As i looked at the yellowed rice strewn with bits of organic color i realized how much it was an allegory for what's left of us.
I liked to still eat you ...but i was eating alone as seemed to be the way of things anymore. You certainly were still an important basic staple of my nutrition ...but sadly by proxy rather than intent; and there were no spices here, only a vauge warmth that felt mechanically good while sliding down my thro
Ingredients in a cigarette.All of these ingredients are in one cigarette. Now, smokers. Ask yourself. How many of these chemicals have you 1) ever heard of and 2) know the purpose of?Ingredients in a cigarette.5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Ask yourself: If these were all in a burger. Would you eat it?
Acetic Acid (Vinegar)
Acetone (Nail Polish Remover)
Almond Bitter Oil
Ammonia (Floor/Toilet Cleaner)
Ammonium Phosphate Dibasic
Angelica Root Extract Oil and Seed Oil
Anise Star Extract and Oils
Apple Juice Concentrate Extract and Skins
That wasn't what I meant whenYoure obsolete.That wasn't what I meant when6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I dont say anything because how do you reply to that and werent you supposed to love me?
The water washes over me and the blue of the shampoo stings my eyes. The glass from the shower stall is foggy with heat. I can hear the rain outside falling uninterruptedly. I can hear your voice:
Life is like a series of film strips.
Am I in yours for long?
You say nothing, your eyes betray nothing.
Am I in yours at all?
You keep on saying nothing, I keep on hearing nothing.
The house is dark. Outside, the winds causing quite a commotion. Inside, there isnt even a breeze.
How many more days? I ask.
You look at me then, even if you can barely see me in the dark.
Youre like brushing your teeth. A habit, but youd feel disgusting if youd stop.
I dont say anything because all that pops to mind is what a terrible analo
after the hang-overafter the hang-over6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The 44th president of America after the hang-over
4th Nov America elected Barack Hussein Obama to be the next president of America.
5th Nov Medvedev, the Russian President threatened to deploy missiles in Europe in retaliation to american expansionist plans.
6th Nov an Iraqi woman posted an entry on the internet in a blog She pointed out that Obama was anti-Iraq war in the beginning but gradually shifted to a more ambiguous position as the campaign progressed. She predicts that he will strike a deal with Iran to partition Iraq in Shia, Sunni and Kurd nations. She also reminded that Joe Biden, the vice-president-elect has always been an Israel supporter and due to his influence, Obama also guaranteed Jerusalem to be the capital of undivided Israel.
8th Nov the french president Sarkozy challenged Obama to produce a definite plan in the next 100 days to pull the world out of the financial crisis that America initiated.
This list can go on and on. Point is, even if very much
Childrens Tears IIThe orphaned, the weakChildrens Tears II6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the frail and the sick
we support them
with international aid
but when next you go
to the shop down the street
take a look at every child
that you meet.
They say that abuse
starts in the home
and is committed by
people they know
so let us make a vow
right here and now
and remember the tome
Charity starts at home.
CONFESSION OF CUTTERSilenceCONFESSION OF CUTTER6 years ago in Other More Like This
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I
Personality MeshPersonality MeshPersonality Mesh5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Come and take a look at me
Realize what I've become
A product of unending years
Of behaviour codes, formality
Not a mask, but neither me
Visible and unvisible pieces
Of my essence, once so free
To be loved and accepted
I sacrificed my spontaneity!
Life's Just A GameIt's just a game,Life's Just A Game8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's just a game.
We're all going to die anyways.
Play the game,
throw the dice.
We're just going to die.
It's not real,
everything doesn't matter.
It all leads to death.
Be a fool,
and break your heart.
Just throw it in,
it'll be torn apart.
Join your hand in mine,
I'll drag you down with me.
'Cause we're all bound to die.
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
To Israel From PalestineO Israel...To Israel From Palestine6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You want me to surrender to the gun?
And just let you have your fun?
Who do you think I am?
Your Slave U.S.A, the one that you have fooled by your propaganda lies?
You underestimate me
Have you forgotten who I am?
Let me remind you
I am PALESTINE!
And I have All Mighty Allah on my side
I carry the flag of
"La illaha illa Allah"
"There is no god but Allah"
You think you have weakened me
But you don't understand
You have only strengthened me
You swim in my people's blood
Blood of innocents of the young and old
While America feeds you bread
To have another child dead
And yet you claim I am the terrorist?
You can fool the world but you can't fool God!
My faith and trust in Him will never be buried for it will never die
I hold on to patience because i know soon revenge will be knocking on your door,
Not from me, but from the one who created you and me!
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Political Limericks9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose head was stuck up his tush.
"There's weapons!" he cried,
He weaseled and lied,
Because his brain was made out of moosh.
Two men went to get married,
By parliament the two were harried.
"We have the right!"
They put up a fight,
Until Canada's views were varied.
Bush isn't the one who thinks,
Their routine's still working out kinks.
Sometimes they'll show this,
Did you ever notice?
He stops talking when Cheney drinks.
So the surplus could be bigger,
We could market a Chretien action figure!
With a kung-fu grip,
And a crooked lip,
He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.
The Conservative party is mean,
Harper's heart has yet to be seen.
The liberals forced out,
NDP with no clout,
Next time consider voting Green.
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's all but broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened
Mass movements - an overviewMass movements - an overview6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
[I admit this is a rather long article! Most of it is descriptive. For analytical part you can go straight towards the end - last section - means-ends problem...thanks]
Mass Movements a review
This special issue has the theme whether the strategies of mass movements have lost their edge. This is a timely poser in the indian context but it is worth noting that mass movements all over the world are asking themselves the same question. Urgency of the question is becoming more and more acute with acceleration of globalisation by the day.
At the outset it needs to be stressed that mass movement itself is a strategy for the disprivileged. Depending upon time, location, ideology and available resources a particular movement may take up legal means, non-violent means, illegal but non-violent means or illegal and violent means to achieve its aim. [These are looked into at the end of the article]. Efficacy of these strategies may vary but efficacy of mass movements as a
Beauty in BaroqueIn the darknessBeauty in Baroque6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love so dark
But oh love bequeath me
This feeling I have longed after for so long
Raven saturated locks ebbing and flowing with the wind
Starlight betraying the true nature of your beautiful hair
However raven like in the dark, but ever radiant in the day
A spring day
Lazily wandering through daisies, I watch you from afar
You know I am there, but you wait for me to make my move
And wasn't it you, love, who told me to make the first move?
The one who told me I was the one who had to engage you
Tell you how I feel
How the beauty of nature compliments your pretty face
And Lo! how you shine in such light
The moon's light cannot hold grace unto you
The sun's brightness cannot outshine your eyes
And oh those eyes.
How those gems gleam so radiant and with such love
The love I wish to feel, if you will only let me near
Past times have left me scarred
But your glow heals all wounds and keeps the demons at bay
If I only was as close as the wind upon your hai