There’s friends and family
Yet with loneliness that surrounds
Life ain’t that easy
With all its ups and downs
When those around whom you trusted
Seems to stab from behind
When life seems to spin around
With no one to understand
Give it all, give it all
Give it all to Him
He’s always there to carry
All the burdens of your heart
Give it all, give it all
Give it all to Him
For He’s the only one
Who’s always there for you
When you feel you’re sinking
With the worries of the life
When it seems too hard
For you to carry on
All you need to do
Is to turn around
There you’ll find Him waiting
For you to run to Him
Give it all, give it all
Give it all to Him
He’s always there to carry
All the burdens of your heart
Give it all, give it all
Give it all to Him
For He’s the only one
Who’s always there for you
Watch the composed song at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6IHeMr7nEY
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Culture - Are we mocking ourselves?
Of late, the word 'culture' has been misused to spread hatred and violence in India. It gives one a feeling that hatred and violence is our culture. In my childhood I was proud to say that India is a land of unity in diversity. But where are we heading to? Are we sending wrong signals to the world, or perhaps maybe the right? The so called 'moral brigade' is causing us put down our head in shame. What ever we earned through all these years seem to be crushed mercilessly.
Recently there had been attacks citing PDA and dress code. Those who were behind it lacks knowledge about what culture is in reality. Hugging and holding hands maybe alien to Indian culture, but it’s the narrow mindedness that creates all the problems. My friends, boys as well as girls, when they hold my hands or hug me or kiss me it's the love and care that I see in them. I believe that a loving touch has got so much of healing power. And it is that tru love that I give them. For those who cannot see the pure love and if their mind is filled with only lust, then they can never acknolwledge any of these. I wonder if it's lust that they have in their mind who protest against it. In that case I wish if their parents and children and friends knew how dangerous it is to be with them. Of course, if it's a smooch, I believe it's a part of romance due to which I can never ever think of accepting one from a guy. If I'm ever married, and if she's broad minded and wish to plant a kiss on my lips in public I don't see anything wrong in it since I believe it's the way of showing the world about the love and care. If we need to say no to romance in public then we need to stop even candle lit dinners and all the dance parties.
When it comes to dress code, on what basis do we speak about our culture. If we look at the sculptures in India, the only evidence we have that speaks about our ancient culture, we know what dress they used to wear those days. In that case of course one may oppose noodle straps, cus girls need to wear tops without strap itself. And for guys to stick to our great tradition will have to wear a small piece of cloth to cover their manhood. Or do they think that our ancestors were wearing pants and pyjamas? Above all, if we need to stick to our basics then we need to walk around naked since we were all born naked. When did we start covering up our body?
To speak about love, yes, we never gave a damn for love until we learned about it from others. We had our own small clusters in the name of caste and creed that stopped us from loving others. It still plagues us. It is a social evil and we can't carry on these rubbish in the name of our culture. It will take few more generations to get rid of this, though only if proper education is given to all. Is it because of the fear that these divisions will be broken that these people are fighting for Indian culture?
We need to get rid of what is wrong and accept what is right. There is no culture that is completely right or completely wrong. Culture changes with time. No culture has stood the test of times. We were born in this world with nothing and we will go with nothing. And why is it that we fight for what is not ours? We need to accept what is right and reject what is wrong. And no one in this world has the right to dictate terms on that matter.
Related blogs: http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-indian.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-please-dont-cry.html
Recently there had been attacks citing PDA and dress code. Those who were behind it lacks knowledge about what culture is in reality. Hugging and holding hands maybe alien to Indian culture, but it’s the narrow mindedness that creates all the problems. My friends, boys as well as girls, when they hold my hands or hug me or kiss me it's the love and care that I see in them. I believe that a loving touch has got so much of healing power. And it is that tru love that I give them. For those who cannot see the pure love and if their mind is filled with only lust, then they can never acknolwledge any of these. I wonder if it's lust that they have in their mind who protest against it. In that case I wish if their parents and children and friends knew how dangerous it is to be with them. Of course, if it's a smooch, I believe it's a part of romance due to which I can never ever think of accepting one from a guy. If I'm ever married, and if she's broad minded and wish to plant a kiss on my lips in public I don't see anything wrong in it since I believe it's the way of showing the world about the love and care. If we need to say no to romance in public then we need to stop even candle lit dinners and all the dance parties.
When it comes to dress code, on what basis do we speak about our culture. If we look at the sculptures in India, the only evidence we have that speaks about our ancient culture, we know what dress they used to wear those days. In that case of course one may oppose noodle straps, cus girls need to wear tops without strap itself. And for guys to stick to our great tradition will have to wear a small piece of cloth to cover their manhood. Or do they think that our ancestors were wearing pants and pyjamas? Above all, if we need to stick to our basics then we need to walk around naked since we were all born naked. When did we start covering up our body?
To speak about love, yes, we never gave a damn for love until we learned about it from others. We had our own small clusters in the name of caste and creed that stopped us from loving others. It still plagues us. It is a social evil and we can't carry on these rubbish in the name of our culture. It will take few more generations to get rid of this, though only if proper education is given to all. Is it because of the fear that these divisions will be broken that these people are fighting for Indian culture?
We need to get rid of what is wrong and accept what is right. There is no culture that is completely right or completely wrong. Culture changes with time. No culture has stood the test of times. We were born in this world with nothing and we will go with nothing. And why is it that we fight for what is not ours? We need to accept what is right and reject what is wrong. And no one in this world has the right to dictate terms on that matter.
Related blogs: http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-indian.html
http://binxwiz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mother-please-dont-cry.html
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Mother, please don't cry
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
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
Friday, September 12, 2008
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