I observe and i observe!

I observe and i observe!
and i love it....
day before yesterday my mid semester one was over, means if i had dared to sleep i must have got night mares.So i engaged myself in chemistry of kajol and srk!
morining 6:30 i was in train, but it has got nothing to do with post. Rather i covered half of my journey sleeping, and another half in deep thoughts!
Those thoughts i wish to keep in reecord with me, coz it was all i felt life is, atleast Indian life is!
so this post is i observe...

The train stopped, at outer (very much expected from a passenger train, as it cant reach its destination before indain timings).
i looked out the window...and was surprized
"left hand side i could see all yellow and green fields, ready to be harvested, and right hand side it was all white... dull grey to be more precise,and just two trees without and green cover were just counting last days of their lives, " i just got first thought, these trees must be eager for the service of villagers nearby, next winters,and will try to survive till then.

then i gave a thought on contrast of views i was getting from two different windows of same compartment. very much expected from me, i had chosen right side window, barren land as a subject of my thoughts.

The train crawled then for next one minute , and then it was at normal speed. i was looking from right side window, and i had chosen my frame of observation also, between the two parallel rods of iron ..now it seemed to me as if i was watching a video..
" life"

first scene was a man on bicylce and a girl following him, i assumed that she must be following him, coz she needs just two rupees to buy colours for holi, or she must be requesting for new skirt, as it was holi time.
But then i thought, she might be goin to primary school, and her father taking her, but this is something least expected from indain villages.

Another scene was green fields and a lady in red saree, working in those farms, i immediately got thought that she must be having her drunkard husband sitting at home,and she will be forced by fuel les chulas at home to go and work,as his son might be sick, or daughter might be coming along with her husband , to visit her.

Again my thoughts were influneced by next scence form my frame, it was really beautiful, two ladies were just walking and continuously talking, first thought i got was that they must be discussing the new blouse and saree which thy must have got from the families where they go to wash utensils, then i realised that if this had been situation i must have witnesed joy in their walks, but it seemed a bit gloomy, so again they mite be worried because it was holi time,and they will be expecting some local bank managers of their village,coming home and asking interest of money which they took as loan from him last holi, whn her husband got severe injury while cutting trees.

Next scene was a jeep, and two men standing with him, in the farms, i avoided that scene because all i was getting was very violent thoughts, And yes! i got someting to think upon as soon as i saw a lady with a boy (must be her son) ,of 10 to 12 years trying to work on fields, i gussed he will be her younger son,and elder one mite be in indain army , and this month money he send home was spent in immunization of his newly born daughter, and calcium tablets of his wife.

Then next seen was really cute i saw a builiding with two room ,and a banner "primary school"
that was government aided school, strength nearby 20 kids aged 8 -10..
all sitting outside in groups and discussing, not alphabets of any language, but they are very well blessed with local language, and they dont feel that they have any need to learn more, but till paanchavi class they could come to thsi buliding daily, and atlest get mid day meals every alternate day, to fill their empty bellies. I also thought that they being kids, also feel happy being there coz they are away from worries back at home, where father must be teliing him that you shuld go to hanuman temple in town next week tuesday, and get some money or atleast earn for youself...

As my train was approaching towards my city of nawabs , lucknow... the views in my frame became more urban,and i could not enjoy them
That is not real India, (this is something i personally believe,)
i had seen India where i wana work, where i wana live, and some or the other way be part of life of protagonists of my posts ,And DO SOMETHING!



and finally i am back home, eating sleeping...and talking as usual! :)

Independent India (poem)

I once was ruffling history of my land
now Independent,half century back a slave
I stand on history's corner on land ruled by whites
I face the green where freedom rings in silence to the ear
But the bell tolls daily in the minds of those who want to hear.

In the chambers of meeting place, fifty years ago
Words of strong debate from chambers overflowed
my land was divided and a portrait finely etched
And the face of freedom's guarantee on parchment had been sketched

I recalled the arguments, I heard the strong debate
I shed a tear of joy when they discussed the people's fate
They granted all a freedom that nobody could refute
finally our leaders gave,
The right to speak what they believed was granted absolute

It is a freedom that's denied to millions on this earth
Yet many here still don't appreciate its' golden worth
For every freedom guaranteed, there rests a certain trust
In the right of conscience, right of thought, to say the things we must

Every day the tourists come, to visit taj
To hear the words of great indian rulers on the echo off the walls
They glance out the beauty of the villages still green
Some understand the magnitude of all that they have seen

but, that beuty has degraded and that land abused,
From one without a conscience, where his freedom is misused

But yet between the lines of freedom, tolerance is clear
Sometimes we listen to the things we never want to hear
Then anger and mistrust arise within the murky mist
Of one who utters or displays what principles resist

but the rulers stil have conscience to which they attest
believing, just turn your back and silently protest

as silence speaks the loudest as it echoes what is real

There is another boundary that blows in freedom's air
That does not allow the right to speech that cause s one's despair
The law will call to justice, the one who oversteps
The line of freedom's limits with the weight of ignorance


For if we waqnt,we could retaliate
As ghosts of freedom argue in the favor of nations fate
my land hear his name be mentioned as deserving to developed
For "every individual" in this land equally held.


here every pen is free to write the thoughts within his soul
And every soul is free in seeking knowledge as his goal

I stand on history's corner, a building with a name
Where could galnce shattered window pane
And realize every eyes are gazing through the very glass
Of eyes that once looked out as well in shadows of the past

Come here to see where freedom's voice was duly given birth
Come here to understand the measure of your voice's worth

REPUBLIC DAY

A STAND ON HISTORY'S CORNER
A STAND ON HISTORY'S CORNER


I once was ruffling history of my land
now Independent,half century back a slave
I stand on history's corner on land ruled by whites
I face the green where freedom rings in silence to the ear
But the bell tolls daily in the minds of those who want to hear.

In the chambers of meeting place, fifty years ago
Words of strong debate from chambers overflowed
my land was divided and a portrait finely etched
And the face of freedom's guarantee on parchment had been sketched

I recalled the arguments, I heard the strong debate
I shed a tear of joy when they discussed the people's fate
They granted all a freedom that nobody could refute
finally our leaders gave,
The right to speak what they believed was granted absolute

It is a freedom that's denied to millions on this earth
Yet many here still don't appreciate its' golden worth
For every freedom guaranteed, there rests a certain trust
In the right of conscience, right of thought, to say the things we must

Every day the tourists come, to visit taj
To hear the words of great indian rulers on the echo off the walls
They glance out the beauty of the villages still green
Some understand the magnitude of all that they have seen

but, that beuty has degraded and that land abused,
From one without a conscience, where his freedom is misused

But yet between the lines of freedom, tolerance is clear
Sometimes we listen to the things we never want to hear
Then anger and mistrust arise within the murky mist
Of one who utters or displays what principles resist

but the rulers stil have conscience to which they attest
believing, just turn your back and silently protest

as silence speaks the loudest as it echoes what is real

There is another boundary that blows in freedom's air
That does not allow the right to speech that cause s one's despair
The law will call to justice, the one who oversteps
The line of freedom's limits with the weight of ignorance


For if we waqnt,we could retaliate
As ghosts of freedom argue in the favor of nations fate
my land hear his name be mentioned as deserving to developed
For "every individual" in this land equally held.


here every pen is free to write the thoughts within his soul
And every soul is free in seeking knowledge as his goal

I stand on history's corner, a building with a name
Where could galnce shattered window pane
And realize every eyes are gazing through the very glass
Of eyes that once looked out as well in shadows of the past

Come here to see where freedom's voice was duly given birth
Come here to understand the measure of your voice's worth