Knowledge is free and for all

KNOWLEDGE IS FREE AND FOR ALL

 

Around every corner

knowledge is being distributed

some academic

some not very academic

and some that is just plain gossip

 

where at one time

there was only one scientific journal in circulation

today there are hundreds

the journals knowledge being further complemented

by the thousands of research papers

being published every day

 

No longer is a students

scientific temperament

limited to the 15 chapters in his textbook

no longer are they restricted  to the

sacred paper of their textbook

 

Knowledge has long escaped

the limitation of paper

and expanded and conquered

the limitless expanses of the

realm of internet

 

No longer is knowledge

restricted to those few lucky ones

who happened to be born

in the right sex

at the right time

and most importantly

in the right family

 

Knowledge is now universal,

available to all

it releases people from their ignorance

and grants them swaraj in mind and body

 

Never again

shall knowledge

ever be restricted to human discrimination

for knowledge is free and for all

 

 

 

 

 

When pen is put to paper

WHEN PEN IS PUT TO PAPER

 

 

When pen is put to paper

the mind meets the heart to

to form a consensus on paper

 

It is time

that thoughts become so powerful

that they must be put

through the purifying test of paper

but also at the same time they become

a prisoner to the four corners

of the page

 

This thought then if great enough

revolutionary enough into

make their writers into legends

and revolutionaries unto themselves

 

This humble paper

is after all

for those

who want to break the barriers

think out of the box

and change the rules of

the game

 

This humble paper

is for all those

who wish to achieve perfection

Through continuous and relentless

hardwork

 

In all its might

this simple piece of paper

Is just sometimes the most powerful speaker

the most powerful communication

in a room full of silence

 

 



Discontent and me

DISCONTENT AND ME

 

I am full of discontent

never being content with

what I have

for a long period of time

 

 

My discontent is not present for
the latest phones. gadgets and toys

It forments itself in
my ambitious nature
it is over here where I lust
for more
it is over here
where my heart is just simply
never satisfied

My ambition
knowns no bounds
if I have got 80
I want 90
if I have got 90
I lust for 100

I don't know why
why?
That I lust so much for near perfection

Though I know one thing
I never aim for perfection
for I fear the definition
of that word is changing
all the time for me
Each new success
gives a new meaning
to this word

If achieving x was okay yesterday
It is no longer permissible
for me to achieve that today

But I fear this greed
is pushing me over the edge
in uncharted boundaries
and areas that I have not known existed
until now

weather this is good or bad
well
only time will tell










Victims of our own devices

VICTIMS OF OUR OWN DEVICES

 

We are victims of our own devices

bonded and shackled by them

for they are like a leech that sucks our very soul

 

They will consume

our time , resources and money

all while they appear

in the guise of our friends

 

They are friends

of the summer

that will melt in the winter

In good times they feed of our happiness and increase it

in bad times they are our worst critics

 

But such is reality

that neither can I

release myself from their hug

nor can I continue this embrace

that poisons my body and soul

 



A man in adversity

A MAN IN ADVERSITY

 

It is in times of adversity

that a great man is built

his character put to strain

and his morals truly tested for the first time

 

The man who is moulded

in those times of adversity

is a shadow of his former self

 

Those who have learnt from this experience

shall never be satisfied

he shall set high goals

that once accomplished

is replenished with higher ones

 

He enjoys the taste of success

only for a couple of minutes

and keeps the bitter taste of loss

for even less

and then as always returns to the battlefield

fighting with the same old weapon of hardwork

to achieve his goals

 

For such a man

achieving excellence is a habit

that is not borne out of necessity

but out of his own new character

it is a constant source of

amazement for him

that this desire remains constant in his ever changing life

it is something that he demands from himself

to give meaning to life

 

He shall no longer bow down

to any difficulty however big

putting a feisty battle up

and even a loss to the most

shall only lead to a big smile on his face

 

but nevertheless

such a man

would face life with the same

rigour , ruthlessness and restlessness

 

for he has won this game of life

 

 

 



A Politician

A POLITICIAN

 

why is it today

that the word politician

has become a byword

for everything that is wrong in human being

 

For if one

only takes the effort

to break the word

politician

he shall find it means

a group of people

practicing politics

for the nation

 

Why is it

that we no longer confide with them

our hopes and aspiration

our desires our dreams

and talk to them about our collective

dream of a better nation

 

If today the word politician

has become nothing more than a byword

for everything wrong in the human race

it is because far too many

good people remain silent ,

in the shadows

waiting for a messiah for their deliverance

 

This is not only an act of cowardice

but also a betrayal to mother India

It is like watching a victim of a road accident

on the floor

his eyes begging for help

but nonetheless we just move on

 

If people are not willing

to vote , to demand for

good public services,

demand a corruption free India

and take adequate steps to ensure it

then why should the politicians give all this to us

 

nonetheless in the face of public indifference

I dream a India

where the coming of a politician

is not greeted with muttered voices

of insults

 

 

 

 



A suffering worse than death

A SUFFERING WORSE THAN DEATH

 

The most painful thing

in the world is to see

life slowly seep out

through an old man

 

A suffering that is supposed to last a few minutes

Is extended to many years

under the guise of modern science

knowing very well

that the man in front of you

Is barely alive

 

What is the point of such a life

I ask myself

where a person is nothing more

than a burden on mankind

who only is remembered by what he did in the past

 

What is the point of such a life

where there is neither liberty

nor the dignity

that is given to every man

 

There is today

a generation of old men and women

who are nothing more than zombies

by pills popped in their mouth everyday

by an attendent

who couldn't care less

for the live of this man

 

Why is it today

that people surrounding this zombie

will be more happy than sad

when the long delayed death comes to take this man