21 May 2013
3 Dec 2010
So, how is this related to India? In a sense it is. There are no snow-storms, no natural variations to affect the work flow. On the contrary a nearly permanent tropical weather for most parts of the country presents a conducive environment for work at its appropriate pace. The stark lack of any dominating chieftains (as it used to be a couple of decades back, as reflected in the Hindi cinema of those times), the moral aspect of this aspect irrespective, has allowed the increase in working hours and employment of a working force which has now grown used to working abysmally long hours. With rich endowments from mother-earth in the form of natural resources, and a citizens dedicated to the cause of work more than work itself, the country has grown into a grove that is not just meant to be sustaining but in fact it looked upon as the harbinger of growth for both its western and eastern counterparts.
The impact of the progressive reins of Indian economy is so much so that today even the IMF is impressed with the deft approach of the Indian policy-makers (who only ensure to stay out of the way, lest turn into a stumbling stone in the path of growth of the self-driven Indian entrepreneurs), This the same IMF which enlisted India at the edge of bankruptcy not long back so as to be ebbed away from memory. Nonetheless we Indians take, just like all else, even this in our stride as we continue to march in our quest not just to be labelled as a developed nation but rather lead but example to all rest, as we were in the past a few centuries ago.
The newly independent India witnessed the migration of elite and talented to serve the western nations. Though they might have well been settled as of right abroad, the urge for them to be treated specially, be it as 'Persons of Indian Origin' or 'Overseas Citizen of India' etc., it reflective of the revived status of India that it is has turned "cool" for one to be associated with this proud-nation. The current Prime-Minister sees this trend as 'brain gain' whereas it is also to note that those seeking to rework the forgotten ties with this nation are not the unsuccessful ones looking to return but those who have made their name amongst the very best of the best. These distinguished persons are known internationally for their contribution to the global-village that this planet is and not just confined to the cause of a state or nation.
More importantly, what i personally like is the spirit of fighting-back. Be it massive floods (which have almost become a normal feature), tsunamis, earthquakes or even terrorist attacks, the country never stops. The productive activity never comes under a seize so as to turn dormant. Not just for earning livelihood, the people in this country also work for the sheer sense of joy that it brings to invent, invigorate, create, with the things around us. Though as a flip side of the all the industrialization activity no doubt the habitat has declined a bit compared to its pristine form, yet what matters is the fact, the bad manners notwithstanding, the we carry out with us an admirable capacity of owning up. A group pollutes, another tidies it up.
And, with all pun intended, just a reminder to other. The size of scams which we have are of such magnitude that few of them can equal the whole economic output of some nations. But then we turn a blind eye to these in our daily interaction, being assured that the scale will balance eventually and those responsible will be booked, the incident being just a bubble in a bath. ...
26 Jan 2010
As the different streams having there sources in different places all mingle their water in the sea, so, O Lord, the different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee.
Whosoever comes to Me, through whatsoever form, I reach him; all men are struggling through paths which in the end lead to Me.
10 Jan 2010
16 Apr 2008
A beautious halo circled round thy brow,
And worshipped as a deity thou wast.
And gorvelling in the lowly dust art thou;
Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee
Save the sad story of thy misery!
And bring from out the ages that have rolled
A few small fragments or those wrecks sublime,
Which human eyes may never more behold;
My fallen country! one kind wish from thee!
14 Feb 2008
Three days a week,
I am running,
And always on my feet.
I bow down to tax,
Even forgetting to relax.
Then comes Thursday, with the spirit to yell,
A time to gel.
And Passfield dinner reluctantly,
I pass the week off,
In a quandary.
31 Jan 2008
Waking in central
Within the Tavistock dungeon,
Stands one not-so prominent
Hidden yet awake,
Passfielders work in their mansion
Accommodating every dimension,
Sweeping all tension.
Hidden yet awake,
There I reside,
In its confines,
Wishing to subside,
In its indomitable ravines.
Visualization there being enormous,
I fathom fully conscious,
Discussing full throttle,
In essence the non-obvious.
Then the Passfield Bar
And the fooseball gang-war;
All of it adds to the passion
To live here mere yaar.
Dedicated to my fellow Passfielders ...
Dedicated to my fellow Passfielders ...
25 Jan 2008
Perhaps the title of the poem explains its all; ...
Self-pride and nationalism,
Marred by bureaucracy and corruption,
Religious idiosyncrasies and bigoted fanaticism,
Still a land of growth, full of optimism.
A hot mix of culture and prejudices,
Bundles of contradictions within,
But a place of opportunities,
And self-realization forthcoming.
Carrying a indomitable past,
Feeding more than a billion mouths,
Up surging on a development path,
Huge work force and working hard,
Economic prosperity rising fast,
Makes me wonder,
Be it economic reforms or WTO,
Making its presence felt all through,
Preparing itself for a worldly ride,