Misplaced Pride

India a country where daughters are poor,
Not safe inside the womb nor outdoor,
where certain sections battle poverty,
and many ask for a meagre hefty dowry.

India where caste is so nice,
unless and until you have to choose a wife,
Where above you only is your birth
and some times you may be even below the earth.

India where many sons claim the soil,
but hardly know about the value and toil,
Many claim to outcast foreigners,
Standing with their head shaven with banners.

India I am proud of you, atleast you don kill as many as other nations,
Atleast you have some wonderful things in a constitution,
Atleast you walk around in naked feet flaunting your humility,
But still where many are torn aprt society and liberty.

Ah! My friend,did you light up a candle today?
May the souls of the departed rest in peace,
May we find what we seek in our dreams,
May we find our children bathing in clear streams,
That have the blood of our untold screams.

The time alone

My mind is wondering worm,
Ringling right into the most malleable mud,
Encircled by thoughts of life and new,
But my heart is heavy without you.

Listening to voices in my head,
I devote myself to strange pastimes,
I find a piece of stone, throw it around,
Get back to my sense of what I left behind.

I find you in my room,
missing in chair, lying by the lair,
knocking on my door, your influence on walls,
stuck in my image of the world,
so wide and yet so small,
you were always there when I was to fall.

Peril of the Dog (Dhole)

Many Dhole  are killed in retaliation in Arunachal Pradesh 

Rarely 2500 of the endangered Asiatic Wild dog remain in the World. I was on my 3 year study in Arunachal Pradesh when I found out that here lies a species dissapearing faster than ever. Much of the conservation is centered around the Tiger but its co-predators are really missing the attention. I spent numerous hours watching the rich wild-life in the area. But rarely did I see a dhole or a leopard or a tiger. In the cloudy forests, the only time you know that something was there was when it had already passed you. But our camera traps gave us a positive assurances. Our efforts in the field documenting animal diversity were successful.

The most magical encounter I had with the wild dogs was in Pakke Tiger Reserve on the the last week Could there be a better time to say goodbye to these protectors of the deep forest? I stumbled across from the bend in the Dekorai river 5 miles upstream of the camp when I saw four bright red creatures standing against the bank. Seemingly they found no interest in the sounds of vicinity, the wind was in our favour. We watched, them for a few minutes feeding on what seem to be a young muntjac. These dogs usually push a prey to water and surround it while simultaneously dis-embowering it voraciously. 

Around Arunachal, much of the killing by tigers, leopards and dhole of mithun has taken place leading to retaliation by the locals who have a sacred place for the bovid. But, the dhole per se takes much of the blame. Even though the resilience of this animal has proven time and again it can survive amidst dangerous times, the real test lie in us allowing it to do so.

Bealzeebul got me this time,

Willfully I gave myself,

Tired were my legs that I could not run,

Sad were were my eyes that I could not turn,

To show you my dismay,

Instead I broke and fell and lay.

Instead, I danced on the fire,

burnt my soles and strained my neck,

Bowing down to the ever deceitful,

Forgetting the word that was to be carried,

I shifted my stance from a balance to dangle,

I revoked my promise to and got strangled

Strangled so quickly when he got the chance,

smiled as if he were with me all the time,

but at last he stood far from my sight,'

ashamed may be but victorious,

I could see the other side I was now far,

From the shore,

Worsened and the spear the that tore,
ran through him like a fire,
chariots of white, myrh and sapphire,
piercing the evil within the liar,
Ah! I woke agian to find,
The battle every day won,
Of a manic depressed son.

A strange day!

Lets jump in the mainstream,

don't be a small team,

buy goods of your land,

because others are superior than,

and forget not to thank your God,

since there are so many, they might get distrought.

live it like a king,

but never say you were a sting,

You wretched the land like a weed,

Ah...there you are!

The righteous shall prevail

They may say that you are a dipso..

So they saw you were out with so and so,

They might hold on to a thread for many revolutions,

And might even find that you have a complication.

Suddenly, they will smile and wish you all the best,

When they only consider you a pest,

But you will stand and obey,

You will shine and portray,

you will show that they were small

Even if they stand tall behind a wall

That was built on pretense,

And all they tried was to break your defense.

People will say and keep saying,

When you have done all you best,

They will be waiting to snatch the nest,

Snare you like a fowler,

but you will not be deceived,

you are not make believe,

Your friends know you,

Your God loves you.

A day comes and the sun shines,

My window lies like a sentry,

Waiting to welcome but he shuns,

The violet light from passing its warmth,

And my days just turn into midnight,

Where I lie awake and never fight.

I lie beneath the riverbed,

Wishing the waves will wash away,

The past and dust of my feet,

I pull off my feet instead,

Afraid I'll stain of the river that is dead.

I shout and call out their names,

Once , particles in the drift,

Swaying and greeting whenever they meet,

now they are heavier and leaded,

They have settled to what they found,

Been dampened by the clouds.

But I, I stay still,

I stay quiet,

I stay silent,

I stay calm.

untitled

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
and gig was a job for the nights
now they all mean different things
and that really mega bytes
An application was for employment
a program was a TV show
a cursor used profanity
a keyboard was a piano
Memory was something that you lost with age
a cd was a bank account
and if you had a 3 1/2" floppy
you hoped nobody found out
Compress was something you did to the garbage
not something you did to a file
and if you unzipped anything in public
you'd be in jail for a while
Log on was adding wood to the fire
hard drive was a long trip on the road
a mouse pad was where a mouse lived
and a backup happened to your commode
Cut you did with a pocket knife
paste you did with glue
a web was a spider's home
and a virus was the flu
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
but when it happens they wish they were dead !!! -ANONYMOUS