Saturday, 28 October 2017

A Robot’s Lament


At my place of work
I overheard a comment
There is the ‘thing ‘
That’s replacing men .

Saddened me to see
That he felt threatened
Whereas I was envious
Of his essence 

What is this Life
If I can’t Care
Not respond to
Challenge and Dare

Regimentation is in my blood
Circuitry rigidly designed
Must do and move only
On paths pre-defined

I don’t feel for anyone
Nobody feels for me
No scope for gratitude
No place for Empathy

There are no Self – Help books
Which can help me evolve
No experiences to be had
No intentions to resolve

Am powerless to execute
In the face of adversity
Innovation is not given to me
And am devoid of diversity

There is no give and take
Nor any slack or pull
When set by someone on my path
I forge ahead like a bull














Thursday, 26 October 2017

Of Cynicism , Scepticism, and other resistance




These are some views on the learning derived as to what one should guard against doing or should be prepared for, depending on which side of the table one is positioned.
In my experience, which may or may not be shared by others, the initial reaction of most people involved in an exposure to a new idea is any one of the following unless of course. they themselves are the authors of that idea.
cynicism
Cynicism is the feeling of distrust or that something isn't going to work out well. 
OR
criticism
When you're on the receiving end of criticism, you are being judged in a disapproving way.
OR
sarcasm
Irony employed in the service of mocking or attacking someone is sarcasm
OR
Scepticism
to be uncertain about something; be undecided in opinion or belief.

I believe , the evolving of an organization ,which comprises of many component Teams and a Leadership , depends to a large extent on the Team Leaders and Team Members understanding this fundamental fact otherwise it remains just a graveyard of many stillborn ideas

This is a funny story I heard which ends in a question which sometimes is apt to be asked at the end of a Team Meeting where you are expounding a new idea . ( This may be a repetition is well worth recalling )
Let me know if you have had such an experience with those Doubting Thomas's who are lurking everywhere
A man was setting out for a stroll in the forest when he encountered a friend who enquired about where he was going
The following conversation ensued
Man ( M ) : Taking a walk in the forest
Friend ( F) : Oh ! There are tigers in there. Hope you will be safe
M : Yes I've got my double barelled with a shot in both so if a tiger attacks I will shoot it
F: And what if you miss with both
M: I will throw the gun on him and run
F: The tiger will chase you
M : I'll climb up a tree
F: He'll follow you up
M: I'll jump down and run
F: Tigers are agile cats . He will also jump down
M: (Agitated and thundering)
Hey hold on - Who's friend are you ? Mine or the tigers ?


Monday, 23 October 2017

Life is a Game of Chess


Life is a game of chess
Played on squares of dark and light
We are moved as per rules
It is a battle not a fight

The Grandest Master is playing games
Alternating from either side
Each moment creating s frieze
In which someone could have died

Pawns eagerly jump forward
Taking two steps in their stride
Only to be removed laterally
Before they can fulfil their pride

Moving diagonally or in straight lines
Others carry forward the moving picture
Each frame representing a situation
Frozen for a moment in Time

There are knights in shining armour
Prancing two and half squares either way
Engaging the enemy forces
Keeping all the world at bay

Monday, 16 October 2017

Proud to be Indian / Asian - A Report

My friend Dinesh Sharma shared this with me .
'His Masters Voice' (HMV) had once published a pamphlet giving the history of gramophone record.

Gramophone was invented by Thomas Alva Edison in the 19th century.

Edison, who had invented many other gadgets like electric light and the motion picture camera, had become a legend even in his own time.

When he invented the gramophone record, which could record human voice for posterity, he wanted to record the voice of an eminent scholar on his first piece.

For that he chose Prof. Max Muller of England (a German by ethnicity), another great personality of the 19th century.

He wrote to Max Muller saying,

“I want to meet you and record your voice. When should I come?”

Max Muller who had great respect for Edison asked him to come on a suitable time when most of the scholars of the Europe would be gathering in England.

Accordingly, Edison took a ship and went to England. He was introduced to the audience. All cheered Edison’s presence.

Later at the request of Edison, Max Muller came on the stage and spoke in front of the instrument.

Then Edison went back to his laboratory and by afternoon came back with a disc & played it on the gramophone.

The audience was thrilled to hear the voice of Max Muller from the instrument.

They were glad that voices of great persons like Max Muller could be stored for the benefit of posterity.

After several rounds of applause and congratulations to Thomas Edison, Max Muller came to the stage and addressed the scholars and asked them,

“You heard my original voice in the morning. Then you heard the same voice coming out from this instrument in the afternoon. Do you understand what I said in the morning or what you heard in the afternoon?”

The audience fell silent because they could not understand the language in which Max Muller had spoken.

It was ‘Greek and Latin’ to them as they say.

But had it been Greek or Latin, they would have definitely understood because they were from various parts of Europe.

It was in a language which the European scholars had never heard.

Max Muller then explained what he had spoken.

He said that the language he spoke was Sanskrit and it was the first sloka of Rig Veda, which says "Agni Meele Purohitam”

This was the first recorded public version on the gramophone plate.

अग्निमीळे पुरोहितं यज्ञस्य देवं रत्वीजम।
होतारं रत्नधातमम।।
(Rig Veda 1.001.01)

Why did Max Muller choose this?

Addressing the audience he said,

“Vedas are the oldest text of the human race. And “Agni Meele Purohitam” is the first verse of Rig Veda.

In the most primordial time, when the people did not know how even to cover their bodies and lived by hunting and housed in caves, Indians had attained high civilization and they gave the world universal philosophies in the form of the Vedas.”

When “Agni Meele Purohitam” was replayed, the entire audience stood up in silence as a mark of respect.

The verse means :

“Oh Agni, You who gleam in the darkness, to You we come day by day, with devotion and bearing homage. So be of easy access to us, Agni, as a father to his son, abide with us for our well being."

Proud to be part of a truly glorious ancient civilization ...
🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳

Saturday, 14 October 2017

A Canvas of Life




I picture my Life
And decorate the sky
The clouds are my paint
The mind is my brush

Shapes appear taking form
The winds come and smear them all
The winds of Fortune ,
The winds of Change

Sometimes the paint
Drips from the sky
My canvas is
Minds window pane

The paint drips on
To the wooden frame
Of Reality and Fact

I try to dig
To get some back
To finish my picture
Alas! It has gone

I draw the curtains
And withdraw from
The sad and Gory sight
Of a Ruined canvas of Life

From  ‘Emoticons of a Rambling Life ‘

Monday, 9 October 2017

In defense of selfishness

Its a topic i have been contemplating in the last few days and have had the following thoughts

- If we can't respect the Divinity within us , in our Self , how can we learn to do it for others

- Do not be your harshest critic - there are many others ready for the job

- Never feel guilty of being selfish if it enshrines a right  you willingly accord to others

-  your friends want to help you iron out your wrinkles , why not gracefully and graciously give them the satisfaction of doing so

- Last but not least remember what they say on the airline " Put on your own Oxygen Mask first and then try to help others "

#charitybeginsathome

In your case , your Karma is visiting you - now pay ! 

In my case - I am a victim of circumstances -sympathise 

In your case sympathy will only be a crutch - rise and be strong 

In my case - it's everyone's ethical duty to support 

You and Me - two sides of a coin stamped differentlyIn your case , your Karma is visiting you - now pay 

In my case - I am a victim of circumstances -sympathise 

In your case sympathy will only be a crutch - rise and be strong 

In my case - it's everyone's ethical duty to support 

You and Me - two sides of a coin stamped differently

Friday, 6 October 2017

The Soul's Day Off

Am the Soul who lives
In that house of glass
Known to the world
As Mr Vikaas 
I had to take off
To get some rest
The Mind living there
Can Test the Best 
We Souls are not made
To live in suppression
We are free spirited
Can’t withstand repression
So, I have walked out
For some fresh air and thought
Leaving Mind and Body to
Manage as they aught 
When I took residence
A Contract I signed
The upkeep of the building
I was assigned 
So, while leaving today
Had to ensure
Ventilation was continuous
Blood Circulation was sure 
Why did I get frustrated?
Good question to ask 
It’s the tussle with the Mind 
Which creates a tough Task 
The Heart is an ally
The well spring of emotion
But the mind brings in factors
Of idea and notion 
Mind is the processor
Inputs responses and actions
His distorted interpretation
Sometimes causes commotion 
The Mind is constantly
Creating pressure by thoughts
While the emotions I create
Are suppressed to nought 
The House is equipped
With glands and nerves
To keep the balance
On Flats and Curves
Sitting in the cusp
Called the Solar Plexus
I keep trying with Heart to
Control the Body/mind nexus 
There are windows from where
Our light shines on the scene
Mind with a jaundiced eye
Sees dirt marks on the clean
There are times when Heart prevails
Despite mine and Minds precautions
If Heart is right and Vikaas glows
We celebrate in Unison 
Having now thought it out
I will return to my domain
To counsel Heart and Mind
From argument to refrain 
What we want is common
The well being of the house  
This can only come and stay 
When hell we do not rouse  
I am the Overlord
I am the Soul
And stay here I will
Till I am called Home 
There I look forward to re-uniting
With Soul Mates lost for long
And we will make merry
Singing the Celestial Song 
Vikaas Nafde Kathmandu 5th March 2016

Wednesday, 4 October 2017

That Tiny Spark that ignites !

During the course of the years I have travelled a lot by road in India and  in the West African Bush at a time when facilities were meagre in the  '80s and  90's. It was the period  before mobile telephony and location aids .
The travel was on motorcycle , car , pick up vans , the back of a truck and sometimes on foot.
On several occasions it happened that I was stranded  in the middle of the night on a dark stretch of what seemed to be nowhere ! Only the sounds of the night and the stillness of the Dark were companions and sometimes the moon and stars if the weather was such and it was the time of the month when they were on duty .
It is incredible how intense ones hearing and sight becomes in such circumstances .
Then suddenly a pin prick of light appears on the horizon .
Your hope rises that you may possibly get some help . That tiny dot seems to get bigger and you start praying that it's not an illusion .
As it grows bigger your hope for possible help increases and the joyous relief  you  experience is unbounded as it moves closer with its own accompanying sounds of motor and men .
The joy cannot be described !
Cut to present -

Sometimes in life also there are events that cause such unbridled joy !

The event could be a meeting , a remark , a message , a chat , a pat on the back .......
something that acts as a source of light in an otherwise dark and silent world !
This tiny spark , this sudden promise of light , can ignite people to work better and fire up their passion to perform great deeds and encourage them to become heroes and heroines .

Monday, 2 October 2017

10 Very Short stories to practice empathy

Sometimes these little things tug at your  heart strings !
It's dangerous to try and identify with the characters  and their situation - it can blast you away ..............

But these may  not be just  stories and actually accounts from real lives !
My  friend shared these  10  short stories with deep meanings..*

_Profound and some heart rending

1) She was very excited
     today, after all the
     school was re-opening
     after a long summer
     break. Now, once
     again, she could start
     selling stationery at
     the traffic signal to
     feed her family.

2) She, a renowned artist
     and a strict mother,
     often scolded her 6-
     year-old son for he
     could never draw a
     line straight. As he
     breathed slowly into   
     the ventilator, she
     begged him to make
     one more crooked line
     on the ECG.

3) "Everyone goes with
      the flow… but the one 
     who goes against it
     becomes someone
     remarkable.” Before I
     could explain this to
     the traffic police, the
     man issued me a fine.

4) Their love was
     different. She was
     happy every time he
     kicked her in the
     stomach. Every time
     he kicked she loved
     him more. She waited
     for the time she would
     hold her baby for the
     first time.

5) All my toys are yours..!
     Read her brother’s   
     death note.

6) They took his father,
     and only returned a
     flag.

7) At 25, I became a
     mother of one; at 27 I
     became a mother of
     two; and today, at 55, I
     have become a
     mother of three!  My
     son got married today,
     and brought home his
     wife!

8) “Born to rich parents,
      this boy is so lucky,”
      exclaimed the
      neighbors!
      Somewhere in
      heaven, three unborn
      sisters cried.

9) “You ruined my career,
      I was supposed to be
      an Executive Director,”
      she thought to
      herself.  The little
      angel held her finger
      tightly and she forgot
      everything; A mother
      was born.

10) Once a 5-year-old boy
       was standing
       barefoot in the
       shallow water of the
       ocean. He was
       repeating the same
       sentence to the
       waves – “Even if you
       touch my feet a
       thousand times, I
       won’t forgive you for
       taking my parents   
       away.

_Breath taking! Aren't they?