Oh Mother, my dear mother
Out of your womb I was born
Yet my brothers say I ain't your son
Just cus my faith is different
Oh mother, don't shed tears
When you see me cut in pieces
To you will I join
Even if they burn me alive
I won't raise my finger against them
Even when my house is razed
For I love them the way you love
The way my God loves me and them
I'll only pray that they be forgiven
For they know not what they do
The very words that I was taught
By those whom your own children kill
Oh mother, don't cry
When you see your children kill
Oh mother, please don't cry
When you see blood stains on the carpet
No matter what they say or believe
You and me know we are your children
I was born of you and will die on your lap
The very land I started to walk
The faith will never break
By the axes and swords they cut with
The truth will never burn
In the fire that they burn us in
To the slaughter house of my brothers will I walk
Silently like the lamb, like my God
But please don't cry when the axe falls
For it's not my enemeys but brothers that drink my blood
Oh mother, my dear mother
Through you I came, to you will I return
Not by what they say, but by truth
Oh mother India, please don't cry
This I dedicate to my brothers and sisters who are butchered by my own brothers
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Blood bath in Orissa
My wholehearted thanks to the VHP for strengthening my faith in Jesus. Jesus himself was killed and He forgave them, and Christians forgive and pray for those who are on the killing spree in Orissa and any other place. Out of the 12 apostles of Jesus, 11 were killed. Yet no one could stop Christianity. It is not built on others’ blood, but by giving up their own lives. It proves that light can never be overcome by darkness. For every single person killed in the name of Jesus there’ll be many who will take the path of Jesus. Right nowChristians are not weak, but it’s only because they follow Christ that they are quite. I believe that it might be easyto kill all the Christians in India for they will show their neck, but it will only end up with double the numbers following Jesus.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
The Basics
The world has reached a point where it has lost the ability to think what is right and what is wrong and what is real and what is unreal. This generation, on its pursuit to happiness, is getting more and more blinded by dreams; it has lost feelings to achievements, lost wisdom to knowledge, family to career, values to money. Everything is good, but only when put in the right place. If dreams take over vision, achievements take over feelings, knowledge take over wisdom, career takes over family, and money takes over values, it will be something that takes you over to a land of unrealistic happiness.
Who is my Friend
Who is my best friend – is a question I often had to encounter in my life. And I knew very well that most of them who asked me this question expected me to say his/ her name. But I always disappointed every one with my answer. One of my uncles asked me the same question once, and he was shocked to hear me say none.
Those who knew me at least a bit have always seen me with lot of friends around and might find it hard to digest to hear me say I’ve got no friends. They have always seen me as a friend who’s there at any point in time. My parents think I love my friends more than them as I’ve always been there for my friends when they are in need and sacrificed a lot for them, even at the cost of my life, though no one ever knew the magnitude of it.
Yes, I love and care for all my friends. But what is it makes the difference? It raises every eye brow when I say I have no friends. Why is it that with so many friends, a list that most of them envy, I’m still alone? At times I too tried to find out what is a friend for me. And at times I too was perplexed if it’s me who is a friend to all and no one’s a friend for me, or is it that I’m not a friend to any and all are my friends. It was too difficult to ascertain which way it is.
When I think about friendship I always compared myself to both an Oak tree as well as tears; an Oak tree that stands firm against all weather, may it rain or shine, that never keep track of how many birds nest and rest until the time comes when they fly away; and tears that come at times of pain, gives some relief, and then disappear with the pain.
When I compare myself with the Oak tree, I never go in search of friends, but stays where I am. It doesn’t mean that I don’t go out with friends and that I won’t go to a friend who calls me. I do go to my friends who are in need to avoid them take the trouble of coming to my place. Also if I find anyone lonely I approach them to give them company until there is someone else to be with him/her. And, when it comes to friends who find me as a resting place, they may fly away at any time. I give them rest, support them, nurture them, and then finally when they are strong enough they have all the rights to just fly away. Still at any time they can come back and find me right there, when in need, and any time they can go away once they are fine. When ever I get a new friend, the first thing I convince myself is one day or the other we will have to say good bye. And though I knew it hurts my friends to hear this, I have often told them this.
And when it comes to the tears, I’ll be around when a friend is in distress, with a broad shoulder to lean on. Once he or she is out of it I’ll just move away from them. It’s cus I never want to be a burden to anyone. And that’s the reason why I never try to make friends for my sake. I’m of the view that every one necessarily need not like my company.
Most of my friends say that they feel a kind of joy and happiness when I’m around. They might be saying this either cus I give them company when they are in need, or it’s just flattering. But I’m not sure what exactly is there in their mind and what they will tell others at my absence, though I have always been careful enough not to be a nuisance for any, other than for fun. And if for fun I’ve ever troubled anyone I’ve always made it a point to apologize to them personally.
Why is it that I think I’m alone even though I have so many friends? The reason is simple – I have realized that in this world of consumerism even friendship has lost its value. Now you might ask me why I think so when so many friends have told me directly that they love me and I’m second to none other than their parents. Well, I won’t say that what they say is wrong, but it’s the truth behind that friendship that makes me think so. I’ve had friends who were ready to do anything and even lay down their lives for me, something that’s not that usual in friendships. I do realize that. Maybe they love me so much. I moved away even from such friends. And there had been friends who cried when I move away. I still remember a girl who was with me for hardly 2 weeks or so who cried so much when I said I’m changing the batch. Though it hurts at times, I keep telling them, as well as myself that friends are meant to say good bye one or the other day. And I don’t find true meaning in such friendships.
To make it clear, I believe, for a friendship to be true there must be only love and nothing else in between. And I often tell others to love others at least the way I love them. But that is what is lacking everywhere. And the reason for me to believe so is what I’ve found in analyzing the attitude of my friends. Though I don’t , I consider everyone the same, no matter they love me or hate, I’ve realized that it’s what I am and what I do that makes them flock around me.
Few of them are just like fans, who think I’m something great, which makes them consider me as a friend, as it gives them some kind of greatness feeling when they are with me; some others think I’m rich as I spend so much of cash; few think I’m nice, cus I don’t hurt anyone; most of them trust me, cus I always keep secrets they share; and most of them know that I don’t expect anything in return; and the reasons are plenty to cite. But, what if I were not like that? What if I was not capable of doing anything; what if I had not a penny in my pocket; what if I was not trustworthy; what if I wasn’t nice, etc, etc… What would have been my place in their hearts? I’ve always noticed that the same people who say that they love me so much could never love others just as they love me. I don’t find any reason to think of that friendship is real when they can’t love others the way they love me.
And when it comes to telling all goody, goody things about me, I often find it hard to accept. My dad always used to tell me never to believe in those who flatter. And I do follow that. And even if it’s truth that they say, and it seems as though they say that from the bottom of their heart, what always comes to my mind is what most of my friends share with me. They say good things about their friends, they have fun with them, but finally when they come to me they say how much they hate to be with them. And I feel I’m no different from them and maybe there are friends who might think the same about me too. That’s the reason why I never get close to anyone to give them trouble. It’s not that I don’t trust them, but I prefer to be on the safer side. I don’t mind if no one loves me, but I don’t want anyone in this world to hate me, other than for me doing what is right.
If I ever neglect any one, it’s due to various factors. I often keep away from girls since I believe that it often leads to problems for many. Still if I look at the friends who seems to be closer are girls. Maybe it’s cus girls find it difficult to trust anyone. And they don’t open up easily. And most of the girls whom I have as friends are those whom I got to know through other girls. And maybe cus they say that they can trust me that others put their trust in me. Still if they have boyfriends or if they are married, then I try my best to avoid even speaking with them. The reason is that I’ve seen many relationships crumble due to doubts and misunderstanding. And I never want myself to be a cause for someone’s life to spoil.
One of my friends even hid her relationship with her boyfriend fearing that she might lose me. Though I could sense it and I even hinted at it she never revealed it until she was very much sure that I knew everything and I was moving away from her. It’s not that I’m against it, but it’s only cus I give so much importance to relationships that I do so. Once I asked her how she will feel if she’s married and her husband goes to another girl to share his problems and worries. To this she answered that she’ll kill him. And I told her if she comes to me for all support when she has a boyfriend, it’s almost like that.
Also I’ve realized that girls will never lack friends as guys often try to get closer to girls. And girls are very choosy. So I prefer to stay away from them. Another reason for me to neglect anyone is if I found them to be of my stature, then they don’t need a person like me to support. Yet another reason is if I find that that person has got lot of friends around, then they won’t need me around. I’ll only be a nuisance. Also if that person is extraordinary, especially if he/she’s prominent, maybe like a musician, then they’ll never lack friends. They are always flocked around. These are few of the reasons why I neglect anyone. But at the same time, if at any point in life I find that they feel lonely and depressed I’ll be there to support.
And if you are a friend of mine, and if you ever found yourself being neglected by me, then it might be cus of any of the reasons stated above, or it might be cus of others reasons that I might have missed. But please don’t feel that I have anything against you. For me every friend of mine is the same and I don’t consider anyone above or below others, no matter how much they love me or hate me. Cus I believe in the way I look at friendship. Otherwise I wouldn’t dare to say love your friends like I love my friends. You might wonder why I love even those who consider me as enemy. It’s cus I love others not for what they do to me, but it’s just that I love them for no reason.
I’m always open to discussion, as it’s only communication that can clear all doubts and misunderstandings. You may run to me at any point in time if you are worried about anything or depressed.
Though I can never compare it to the love of God, as a human being I believe I love my friends as best as I can. Yet I have my limits and I may not be able to go above that. And to be clear, it doesn’t mean I’ll compromise on few things like, trust, values, etc., etc., for friendship. To be more precise, I won’t support any of my friends to do anything wrong, just cus he/she is my friend.
Those who knew me at least a bit have always seen me with lot of friends around and might find it hard to digest to hear me say I’ve got no friends. They have always seen me as a friend who’s there at any point in time. My parents think I love my friends more than them as I’ve always been there for my friends when they are in need and sacrificed a lot for them, even at the cost of my life, though no one ever knew the magnitude of it.
Yes, I love and care for all my friends. But what is it makes the difference? It raises every eye brow when I say I have no friends. Why is it that with so many friends, a list that most of them envy, I’m still alone? At times I too tried to find out what is a friend for me. And at times I too was perplexed if it’s me who is a friend to all and no one’s a friend for me, or is it that I’m not a friend to any and all are my friends. It was too difficult to ascertain which way it is.
When I think about friendship I always compared myself to both an Oak tree as well as tears; an Oak tree that stands firm against all weather, may it rain or shine, that never keep track of how many birds nest and rest until the time comes when they fly away; and tears that come at times of pain, gives some relief, and then disappear with the pain.
When I compare myself with the Oak tree, I never go in search of friends, but stays where I am. It doesn’t mean that I don’t go out with friends and that I won’t go to a friend who calls me. I do go to my friends who are in need to avoid them take the trouble of coming to my place. Also if I find anyone lonely I approach them to give them company until there is someone else to be with him/her. And, when it comes to friends who find me as a resting place, they may fly away at any time. I give them rest, support them, nurture them, and then finally when they are strong enough they have all the rights to just fly away. Still at any time they can come back and find me right there, when in need, and any time they can go away once they are fine. When ever I get a new friend, the first thing I convince myself is one day or the other we will have to say good bye. And though I knew it hurts my friends to hear this, I have often told them this.
And when it comes to the tears, I’ll be around when a friend is in distress, with a broad shoulder to lean on. Once he or she is out of it I’ll just move away from them. It’s cus I never want to be a burden to anyone. And that’s the reason why I never try to make friends for my sake. I’m of the view that every one necessarily need not like my company.
Most of my friends say that they feel a kind of joy and happiness when I’m around. They might be saying this either cus I give them company when they are in need, or it’s just flattering. But I’m not sure what exactly is there in their mind and what they will tell others at my absence, though I have always been careful enough not to be a nuisance for any, other than for fun. And if for fun I’ve ever troubled anyone I’ve always made it a point to apologize to them personally.
Why is it that I think I’m alone even though I have so many friends? The reason is simple – I have realized that in this world of consumerism even friendship has lost its value. Now you might ask me why I think so when so many friends have told me directly that they love me and I’m second to none other than their parents. Well, I won’t say that what they say is wrong, but it’s the truth behind that friendship that makes me think so. I’ve had friends who were ready to do anything and even lay down their lives for me, something that’s not that usual in friendships. I do realize that. Maybe they love me so much. I moved away even from such friends. And there had been friends who cried when I move away. I still remember a girl who was with me for hardly 2 weeks or so who cried so much when I said I’m changing the batch. Though it hurts at times, I keep telling them, as well as myself that friends are meant to say good bye one or the other day. And I don’t find true meaning in such friendships.
To make it clear, I believe, for a friendship to be true there must be only love and nothing else in between. And I often tell others to love others at least the way I love them. But that is what is lacking everywhere. And the reason for me to believe so is what I’ve found in analyzing the attitude of my friends. Though I don’t , I consider everyone the same, no matter they love me or hate, I’ve realized that it’s what I am and what I do that makes them flock around me.
Few of them are just like fans, who think I’m something great, which makes them consider me as a friend, as it gives them some kind of greatness feeling when they are with me; some others think I’m rich as I spend so much of cash; few think I’m nice, cus I don’t hurt anyone; most of them trust me, cus I always keep secrets they share; and most of them know that I don’t expect anything in return; and the reasons are plenty to cite. But, what if I were not like that? What if I was not capable of doing anything; what if I had not a penny in my pocket; what if I was not trustworthy; what if I wasn’t nice, etc, etc… What would have been my place in their hearts? I’ve always noticed that the same people who say that they love me so much could never love others just as they love me. I don’t find any reason to think of that friendship is real when they can’t love others the way they love me.
And when it comes to telling all goody, goody things about me, I often find it hard to accept. My dad always used to tell me never to believe in those who flatter. And I do follow that. And even if it’s truth that they say, and it seems as though they say that from the bottom of their heart, what always comes to my mind is what most of my friends share with me. They say good things about their friends, they have fun with them, but finally when they come to me they say how much they hate to be with them. And I feel I’m no different from them and maybe there are friends who might think the same about me too. That’s the reason why I never get close to anyone to give them trouble. It’s not that I don’t trust them, but I prefer to be on the safer side. I don’t mind if no one loves me, but I don’t want anyone in this world to hate me, other than for me doing what is right.
If I ever neglect any one, it’s due to various factors. I often keep away from girls since I believe that it often leads to problems for many. Still if I look at the friends who seems to be closer are girls. Maybe it’s cus girls find it difficult to trust anyone. And they don’t open up easily. And most of the girls whom I have as friends are those whom I got to know through other girls. And maybe cus they say that they can trust me that others put their trust in me. Still if they have boyfriends or if they are married, then I try my best to avoid even speaking with them. The reason is that I’ve seen many relationships crumble due to doubts and misunderstanding. And I never want myself to be a cause for someone’s life to spoil.
One of my friends even hid her relationship with her boyfriend fearing that she might lose me. Though I could sense it and I even hinted at it she never revealed it until she was very much sure that I knew everything and I was moving away from her. It’s not that I’m against it, but it’s only cus I give so much importance to relationships that I do so. Once I asked her how she will feel if she’s married and her husband goes to another girl to share his problems and worries. To this she answered that she’ll kill him. And I told her if she comes to me for all support when she has a boyfriend, it’s almost like that.
Also I’ve realized that girls will never lack friends as guys often try to get closer to girls. And girls are very choosy. So I prefer to stay away from them. Another reason for me to neglect anyone is if I found them to be of my stature, then they don’t need a person like me to support. Yet another reason is if I find that that person has got lot of friends around, then they won’t need me around. I’ll only be a nuisance. Also if that person is extraordinary, especially if he/she’s prominent, maybe like a musician, then they’ll never lack friends. They are always flocked around. These are few of the reasons why I neglect anyone. But at the same time, if at any point in life I find that they feel lonely and depressed I’ll be there to support.
And if you are a friend of mine, and if you ever found yourself being neglected by me, then it might be cus of any of the reasons stated above, or it might be cus of others reasons that I might have missed. But please don’t feel that I have anything against you. For me every friend of mine is the same and I don’t consider anyone above or below others, no matter how much they love me or hate me. Cus I believe in the way I look at friendship. Otherwise I wouldn’t dare to say love your friends like I love my friends. You might wonder why I love even those who consider me as enemy. It’s cus I love others not for what they do to me, but it’s just that I love them for no reason.
I’m always open to discussion, as it’s only communication that can clear all doubts and misunderstandings. You may run to me at any point in time if you are worried about anything or depressed.
Though I can never compare it to the love of God, as a human being I believe I love my friends as best as I can. Yet I have my limits and I may not be able to go above that. And to be clear, it doesn’t mean I’ll compromise on few things like, trust, values, etc., etc., for friendship. To be more precise, I won’t support any of my friends to do anything wrong, just cus he/she is my friend.
Friday, May 9, 2008
An angel
Mama Rita
She an angel
To many she not known
But to few who knows, she's a wonder
An awesome lady, me amazed
Am glad amazing people still live on earth
Mama Rita
She an angel
Wished there were more like her
In this wonderful world today
So humble, so real
Makes me feel I'm in a fairy tale
Mama Rita
She an angel
Troubles
A passing phase in any life is inevitable,
The pain it brings we'll find too hard to bear;
But when it rains it cleanses the mind,
And when it's all over, a refreshing releaf it leaves behind.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Friendship
Sweet smiles on face
Yet holding a dagger behind
Sweet words of praise before you
Yet the worst in store behind you
Sweet betrayals that never ends
Yet loving them is what friendship is all about
A matter of survival
With love alone you can't live
You need money too, they say;
But when everything fails, I believe
Love alone can be the reason to live
Friday, March 14, 2008
The end
If you feel like it's the end, and no one around to turn to,
If you see things fading away, and no way ahead to go
Just wipe away the tears, and you'll find the way clear ahead
Being a friend
I'll be the tears at times of pain, when no one's around you;
And by the time you are alright, I'll be gone with the pain
And by the time you are alright, I'll be gone with the pain
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Girls
I've met beautiful girls everywhere, but very rarely with beautiful minds
I've met intelligent girls everywhere, but very rarely the wise ones.
Buy me love
You can never make others love you by your sacrifice
Cus if so, you would have loved Jesus who sacrificed His life for you
Cus if so, you would have loved Jesus who sacrificed His life for you
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Who is an Indian
I’m often baffled by the term ‘Indian.’ If I am to believe in the history I learned, India is a country formed by our greatest enemies - the Britishers. History says that there were plenty of kingdoms and Britishers brought them under one banner, though few were held by Portuguese and French which was affiliated to it later. We come across many great rulers like Ashoka, Tippu Sultan, Sivaji etc., who kept on capturing nearby places and bringing it under their control and also tried to resist the entry of Britishers and other foreign powers. Every state in India has its own history and there were various dynasties and kingdoms. And finally it all came under one nation – India.
Well, often, when people talk about India, and when they say they are ready to lay their lives for India and fight for it, I often wonder what it’s all about; is it the land that they talk about, or is it the people whom they talk about, or is it the race or culture or relegion or caste or creed or ideologies. I don’t think anyone can answer it. Even if one answers it, I don’t think it will be a faithful one.
Once when I was talking to one of my friends he termed me as non-Indian because I’m a Christian. It made me think of what exactly he means by Indian. My forefathers were Indians, my parents were Indians, I too was born in India, and what is it that makes him say that I’m not an Indian? What is the criteria for me to be an Indian, and in what way am I not an Indian? If I go out on the streets I see people divided by caste, religion, and what not. And we call ourselves Indian on what basis? You might term me as non-patriotic for what I’m writing. And even if you cry out loud at the top of your voice that I’m wrong, I’m sure that deep inside your conscience you can never deny it. And even if you cry for my blood, and even if you take away my life for what I write, deep inside I believe that I had always been an Indian and I will remain an Indian forever, because that’s what I am.
From my childhood I’d been taught that Pakistan is our enemy. But when I grew up I started wondering, if they were Indians until separation, what is it that makes them different for us to cry for their blood. Is it geography, or is it blood relations? Wasn’t it a creation of the dirty selfish politics that created all this? I’m always pained by the lives lost on this account. Is it not possible to bring in peace in the valley of Kashmir. For politicians it’s a matter of their survival, but it’s my brothers and sisters that are sacrificed. There are the army people giving away their lives, many losing their sons, many their brothers, many their husbands and many their fathers. And I’ve seen concerts organized in their names, a great business in the name of patriotism. There are my brothers and sisters out their starving, many families suiciding as they find no way ahead while we are emerging as one of the super powers, spending millions of dollars on arms and ammunition. Are we going to feed our children with bullets and nuclear bombs? Why is it not possible to bring in peace, and invest these sums on agricultural and healthcare products and for the betterment of lifestyle? I don’t think any politician has got the guts to do that.
Related blogs:
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-please-dont-cry.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/culture.html
Well, often, when people talk about India, and when they say they are ready to lay their lives for India and fight for it, I often wonder what it’s all about; is it the land that they talk about, or is it the people whom they talk about, or is it the race or culture or relegion or caste or creed or ideologies. I don’t think anyone can answer it. Even if one answers it, I don’t think it will be a faithful one.
Once when I was talking to one of my friends he termed me as non-Indian because I’m a Christian. It made me think of what exactly he means by Indian. My forefathers were Indians, my parents were Indians, I too was born in India, and what is it that makes him say that I’m not an Indian? What is the criteria for me to be an Indian, and in what way am I not an Indian? If I go out on the streets I see people divided by caste, religion, and what not. And we call ourselves Indian on what basis? You might term me as non-patriotic for what I’m writing. And even if you cry out loud at the top of your voice that I’m wrong, I’m sure that deep inside your conscience you can never deny it. And even if you cry for my blood, and even if you take away my life for what I write, deep inside I believe that I had always been an Indian and I will remain an Indian forever, because that’s what I am.
From my childhood I’d been taught that Pakistan is our enemy. But when I grew up I started wondering, if they were Indians until separation, what is it that makes them different for us to cry for their blood. Is it geography, or is it blood relations? Wasn’t it a creation of the dirty selfish politics that created all this? I’m always pained by the lives lost on this account. Is it not possible to bring in peace in the valley of Kashmir. For politicians it’s a matter of their survival, but it’s my brothers and sisters that are sacrificed. There are the army people giving away their lives, many losing their sons, many their brothers, many their husbands and many their fathers. And I’ve seen concerts organized in their names, a great business in the name of patriotism. There are my brothers and sisters out their starving, many families suiciding as they find no way ahead while we are emerging as one of the super powers, spending millions of dollars on arms and ammunition. Are we going to feed our children with bullets and nuclear bombs? Why is it not possible to bring in peace, and invest these sums on agricultural and healthcare products and for the betterment of lifestyle? I don’t think any politician has got the guts to do that.
Related blogs:
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-please-dont-cry.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2009/02/culture.html
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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