The miseries of money are mysteries to me and unfortunate to not know poverty for I have an uneventful life with nothing to write about.
Overstuff. Pet. Child. What difference?
Food. Studies. Work. Money. What difference.
Hungry man. Two words. Reality unknown. Uncared.
One reality known. Yet refused.
Hungry World.Hunger Money.
I touched that has not known touch,
the cold door squeaked to give way,
the doomed room I survey,
dust in my nostril made me lurch;
dirt collected since time unknown,
bad odor got to the skin and bone,
I shrank from the stinking room,
in despair laid down my broom;
to this day I never cursed fate,
that made the ignominious sweeper,
but instead felt truly great,
to clean the world of dirt and despair;
many a valiant tried to clean it,
dirt still got accumulated,
by their efforts stimulated,
I came but lost hope and wit;
there was some evil shapeless,
but this room was hopeless,
got a bent back sweeping all day long,
can feel something deeply wrong;
cold souls dump their waste,
a curse I should taste,
easy to fight an enemy known,
but how to fight the unknown;
fought waste when none liked its taste,
waste is all I am, I shall soon waste,
then someone else shall sweep,
but not a soul will weep.
To all life is a gift,
it is more than food shelter,
joy even when without food is better,
but some fools refuse this so swift;
unknown to beauty unseen cause opinion rift,
all the fragrance known is of the gutter,
never allowed the wings to flutter,
they’d understand once given a lift;
dirt or neat, pigs don’t discern,
the many pleasures unknown to the beggar,
all these rebukes made hearts burn,
at last was heard the voice of anger;
to many food isn’t life’s main concern,
cause never felt the pangs of hunger.
Gandhi isn’t a Mahatma, period. But he is the only guy I know who has come close to it. Speaking Ill of him, even at a personal level, is a pastime for us who are considered his children.
His true heirs hate him, but rightly so. I could empathize with the movie ‘Gandhi my father’, my father is no Gandhi, but trusted the world enough to let loose his unsuspecting children into it unarmed.
I’ve respect for the heirs of Nehru and their sympathies with insignificant pawns that caused demise of Rajiv. But don’t the title Gandhi-s owe to the true heirs. I’ve respect for heirs of Dhiru ji and concur with their entertaining movie stars and cricketers, they can spare a few pennies if not thoughts for this.
Settling the debt of the nation, is a favorite theme of laymen, but I don’t think it would be a prudent fiscal measure. This theme can be replaced by settling the debt we owe to the true Gandhi-s. May be they aren’t worthy of our nation, but it is the cost of a great man overlooking them for the nation.
I know not of those heirs, except a few in the ruling party, who don’t need this. I’ve heard there are several in poverty.
These and other scribbling of mine aren’t worth anything. But some day me or my writings may have sway and then I’ll make sure each insignificant word of this blog and each thought behind them will be made to count. Jai Hind.
My brother used to say he can’t hit anyone, because he’ll feel their pain, and that was how we were brought up. This didn’t prevent him from hitting me, though occasionally.
I hail from Tuticorin, which is to Tamilnadu as Corleone is to Sicily. As a child, I’ve hit a kid to save a friend in a playground dispute. The kid was from a notorious area and he surrounded me with his friends and with weapons; but intervention from those around made nothing happen. As a kid, I didn’t know fear and in college I’ve been hit by several, when I was standing by my friends. Today I really feel sorry for the kid I hit and those from a violent or impoverished background. That phase is over I thought.
Both my parents as college teachers and unionists have been imprisoned many times, a reason today’s teachers are well paid; but most are unaware of the struggles that led to this high pay for them. The strength of such unionists and many others who stand up to the tyranny of the ruling class, where ever in the world they may be; such strength is called Moral Courage.
For someone like me, who isn’t quite moral or of impeccable integrity, may be moral courage might not apply. But I wrote in a post on stress management that, if I ever come across an unruly political mob, I’ll give them more than just a dose of ethics.
For I am single and I am young (though not a ‘dhanda choru King’anymore, tamil song lyric) and also I hail from Tuticorin.