Poetic Nonsense

Just a few things that I scribbled in the ‘about me’ section of my Orkut.com profile. Don’t have anything to write right now but I wanted to post something here… πŸ™‚

*** POETIC NONSENSE BEGINS ***
Eyes say, what words cannot
Heart knows, what the Mind does not
***
Life is full of lessons,
Some are learnt thru the Mind and forgotten
Many more are learnt thru the Heart and shape life itself
***
Fame and Success can come to anybody,
But only a few can make their way into hearts of people
***
Friendship can live without Words,
Friendship can survive Distance;
The only thing with the power to break a Friendship…
Is Loss of Trust
***
Achievements are celebrated for a few moments,
Memories are cherished forever;
Achievements bring admiration,
Memories bring Love;
Hence I shall be an Achiever,
Of Memories in Hearts of others;
***
The greatest gift of God are –
Smile – do it to show you care for someone
Tears – do it to show you feel for someone
Speech – do it to show you understand.
***
You may or may not blame God for what goes wrong,
But you must remember to thank Him for what goes right;
Then you will realize how He is leading you thru the Path of Life
***
[Copyright – Me of course :D]
*** POETIC NONSENSE ENDS ***

Poetic Nonsense

Just a few things that I scribbled in the ‘about me’ section of my Orkut.com profile. Don’t have anything to write right now but I wanted to post something here… πŸ™‚

*** POETIC NONSENSE BEGINS ***
Eyes say, what words cannot
Heart knows, what the Mind does not
***
Life is full of lessons,
Some are learnt thru the Mind and forgotten
Many more are learnt thru the Heart and shape life itself
***
Fame and Success can come to anybody,
But only a few can make their way into hearts of people
***
Friendship can live without Words,
Friendship can survive Distance;
The only thing with the power to break a Friendship…
Is Loss of Trust
***
Achievements are celebrated for a few moments,
Memories are cherished forever;
Achievements bring admiration,
Memories bring Love;
Hence I shall be an Achiever,
Of Memories in Hearts of others;
***
The greatest gift of God are –
Smile – do it to show you care for someone
Tears – do it to show you feel for someone
Speech – do it to show you understand.
***
You may or may not blame God for what goes wrong,
But you must remember to thank Him for what goes right;
Then you will realize how He is leading you thru the Path of Life
***
[Copyright – Me of course :D]
*** POETIC NONSENSE ENDS ***

Quake Relief

Please forgive me for the seemingly late and small response to the Indo-Pak quake. I just came home from Bangalore for a couple of days. I’m not able to collect much information on the relief efforts and all. I will however like you to visit the wikipedia page http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005_Kashmir_earthquake#External_links for information you may need.

Please donate if you can. Thanks in advance. Bye

Quake Relief

Please forgive me for the seemingly late and small response to the Indo-Pak quake. I just came home from Bangalore for a couple of days. I’m not able to collect much information on the relief efforts and all. I will however like you to visit the wikipedia page http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005_Kashmir_earthquake#External_links for information you may need.

Please donate if you can. Thanks in advance. Bye

The Aim

Pre-Blog Statement: Here it goes… story No. 4 πŸ™‚. Don’t expect frequent posts from me because I’m posted in Bangalore and I’m not able to access Internet often. I’m home on leave right now… going back to Bangalore on Thursday. Forgive the bad writing… I’m mentally exhausted.

Eccentric is a confused word. And nobody confused it more than Raju, who was so different from the rest of the population around him, wherever he went. His was a simple job, a self-employed carpentar. Simple, but rewarding enough to feed himself everyday. He was lucky, he had no family, and hence no more than one mouth – that is, his own – to feed.

Raju was not very popular, did not have many friends. But the closest friend he had, Somu, he respected a lot. In Somu, he found someone he could always confide in, and rumors went around that Somu knew a large amount of information on Raju that the rest of the world did not.

Raju’s neighbour Ravi was, like everybody else, amused and amazed that someone like Raju can actually exist. It reflected well when he started an interesting conversation with his brother-in-law Jeeva, one fine day.

“That Raju is very strange indeed.”

“And how many times have I heard that before?”

“No. This morning I saw him standing outside his home and staring into the distance as though he had lost something.”

“Maybe he has a problem. Or he may be ill.”

“If he had, chances are we would never know. He is a hopeless introvert. Why does he not think about talking out freely?”

“It’s not wrong, Ravi. Anyway, does he not share his troubles with Somu?”

“Yes he would. Shall we go and ask him what is wrong with Somu?”

“Glad to see you care so much about him.” said Jeeva with a mocking look.

“Good joke! Why would I care about him? I just want to know if there is anything worth knowing, so I can spread it to everybody.”

Ravi let out a small laugh.

The two of them had a good lunch and then set off towards Somu’s home. Ravi did not find Somu very strange, as he was a normal person – normal as normal could be.

“Somu…” Ravi called out.

“O Ravi! Come in. How are you? Jeeva is here too. Why such a sudden visit? Anything important?”

Ravi paused for a while and then went on to explain to Somu the state of Raju that morning and asked, tried to sound as convincingly concerned as possible, “What is wrong with Raju?”.

Ravi saw a slight expression of fright in Somu’s eyes for a moment, which vanished immediately thereafter.

“Oh. It’s nothing, Ravi. Raju is just running short of money. Business if not too good for him you see…”, said Somu trying to explain the reason.

Ravi was doubtful. Raju was not someone who would worry about a money shortage. ‘That is what normal people did. Not Raju…’ thought Ravi.

Somu seemed to have noticed that Ravi was thinking about his explantion. He tried to change the topic.

“Do you want to have some tea?” asked Somu.

“No…” Ravi said, still very thoughtful. He was convinced there was a big problem.

“Looks like it’s going to rain…” Jeeva spoke up all of a sudden. And indeed, dark clouds were gathered in the sky outside. Ravi got up hesitatingly and took leave of Somu.

For the next few days, Ravi was trying his best to find out what had happened to Raju, all in vain. Somu kept repeating the same statement he had made earlier. Ravi knew nobody else would be aware of the truth. After trying a few times, Ravi dropped the idea of getting out the facts. After all, as Jeeva asked him many times during his efforts, why did he care so much?
Ravi soon saw sense and stopped thinking about Raju’s problem.

On a fine July morning, Ravi noticed something strange going on. Raju had not come out of his house for a while.
‘He usually starts work at 8. Now there’s no trace of him.’ Ravi wondered. But the next moment, he forgot about it. After all, he couldn’t care less…

“Ravi! Ravi! Come out! Come to Raju’s house.” He saw one of his friends calling out to him from outside.

“Why?” asked Raju.

“Don’t you know? Raju is dying. Somu told us that he had cancer. Poor chap, he did not tell it to anybody.”

Ravi did not, for a moment, expect to be in this situation. He did not knwo whether to think or cry. He had no time, he rushed to Raju’s house with his friend.

He met Raju’s eyes, and then Somu’s.

Somu said with the slightest of smiles, “You wanted to know what was wrong with Raju… I hope you know now. Your friend had told you I suppose.”

Ravi felt a large sense of shame and embarassment rush through him. He felt as if he had to apologize to Raju for the way he had thought about him. True, he couldn’t care less. But now he realized that he did care a little, for Raju had been brave enough to hide his illness and was infact having a smile on his face even during his last moments.

“Raju… Why didn’t you tell anybody about your condition? You could have got help and lived longer.” Ravi asked in an almost threatening voice to Raju , as he wanted to know it immediately.

Raju smiled at Ravi.

“Why do ask me now, Ravi? When you could have asked me earlier instead of asking Somu?” Raju asked in a timid voice.

“Because of your condition…” Ravi spoke with much embarassment.

“Right, Ravi! You care for me now because of my condition. You are not showing care, Ravi. You are showing me sympathy. I did not want to create sympathy for my myself and live with it…”

Ravi felt all his apprehensions about Raju melt away, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed Raju was looking up at Somu. None of them there spoke. Somu looked at Raju in an understanding way.

He slowly looked at the crowd gathered around and said, “Not much time is left. Raju always had only aim in life. I will now help him fulfill it.”

Ravi, and the rest of the people present there, were surprised. How can an aim be fulfilled at the last minute? What did he want? Was his aim so easy to achieve that he could see it happen the last few minutes before dying?

The entire room was deep in silence.

Somu slowly bent towards Raju’s ears, and spoke softly “You have been a very good friend, Raju. You have helped me a lot. I will never forget you. You are a very good person indeed.”

Raju’s eyes filled with tears on hearing these words. But they were not of sadness. He was happy. He had heard what he wanted to hear as the last words in his life – he was a good person, and he had made someone happy. He let a big grin form on his face. And slowly, his eyes closed, and he lay… as a soul with no worries left the body.

Moral: (i.e what I meant to say… in case you didn’t get it πŸ™‚ ) At the end of it all, nothing – I mean nothing – that you achieve is as important as being remembered in the world for your goodness. Because, memories are the only thing – not money, not fame – that last forever… somewhere, in someone’s heart.

The Aim

Pre-Blog Statement: Here it goes… story No. 4 πŸ™‚. Don’t expect frequent posts from me because I’m posted in Bangalore and I’m not able to access Internet often. I’m home on leave right now… going back to Bangalore on Thursday. Forgive the bad writing… I’m mentally exhausted.

Eccentric is a confused word. And nobody confused it more than Raju, who was so different from the rest of the population around him, wherever he went. His was a simple job, a self-employed carpentar. Simple, but rewarding enough to feed himself everyday. He was lucky, he had no family, and hence no more than one mouth – that is, his own – to feed.

Raju was not very popular, did not have many friends. But the closest friend he had, Somu, he respected a lot. In Somu, he found someone he could always confide in, and rumors went around that Somu knew a large amount of information on Raju that the rest of the world did not.

Raju’s neighbour Ravi was, like everybody else, amused and amazed that someone like Raju can actually exist. It reflected well when he started an interesting conversation with his brother-in-law Jeeva, one fine day.

“That Raju is very strange indeed.”

“And how many times have I heard that before?”

“No. This morning I saw him standing outside his home and staring into the distance as though he had lost something.”

“Maybe he has a problem. Or he may be ill.”

“If he had, chances are we would never know. He is a hopeless introvert. Why does he not think about talking out freely?”

“It’s not wrong, Ravi. Anyway, does he not share his troubles with Somu?”

“Yes he would. Shall we go and ask him what is wrong with Somu?”

“Glad to see you care so much about him.” said Jeeva with a mocking look.

“Good joke! Why would I care about him? I just want to know if there is anything worth knowing, so I can spread it to everybody.”

Ravi let out a small laugh.

The two of them had a good lunch and then set off towards Somu’s home. Ravi did not find Somu very strange, as he was a normal person – normal as normal could be.

“Somu…” Ravi called out.

“O Ravi! Come in. How are you? Jeeva is here too. Why such a sudden visit? Anything important?”

Ravi paused for a while and then went on to explain to Somu the state of Raju that morning and asked, tried to sound as convincingly concerned as possible, “What is wrong with Raju?”.

Ravi saw a slight expression of fright in Somu’s eyes for a moment, which vanished immediately thereafter.

“Oh. It’s nothing, Ravi. Raju is just running short of money. Business if not too good for him you see…”, said Somu trying to explain the reason.

Ravi was doubtful. Raju was not someone who would worry about a money shortage. ‘That is what normal people did. Not Raju…’ thought Ravi.

Somu seemed to have noticed that Ravi was thinking about his explantion. He tried to change the topic.

“Do you want to have some tea?” asked Somu.

“No…” Ravi said, still very thoughtful. He was convinced there was a big problem.

“Looks like it’s going to rain…” Jeeva spoke up all of a sudden. And indeed, dark clouds were gathered in the sky outside. Ravi got up hesitatingly and took leave of Somu.

For the next few days, Ravi was trying his best to find out what had happened to Raju, all in vain. Somu kept repeating the same statement he had made earlier. Ravi knew nobody else would be aware of the truth. After trying a few times, Ravi dropped the idea of getting out the facts. After all, as Jeeva asked him many times during his efforts, why did he care so much?
Ravi soon saw sense and stopped thinking about Raju’s problem.

On a fine July morning, Ravi noticed something strange going on. Raju had not come out of his house for a while.
‘He usually starts work at 8. Now there’s no trace of him.’ Ravi wondered. But the next moment, he forgot about it. After all, he couldn’t care less…

“Ravi! Ravi! Come out! Come to Raju’s house.” He saw one of his friends calling out to him from outside.

“Why?” asked Raju.

“Don’t you know? Raju is dying. Somu told us that he had cancer. Poor chap, he did not tell it to anybody.”

Ravi did not, for a moment, expect to be in this situation. He did not knwo whether to think or cry. He had no time, he rushed to Raju’s house with his friend.

He met Raju’s eyes, and then Somu’s.

Somu said with the slightest of smiles, “You wanted to know what was wrong with Raju… I hope you know now. Your friend had told you I suppose.”

Ravi felt a large sense of shame and embarassment rush through him. He felt as if he had to apologize to Raju for the way he had thought about him. True, he couldn’t care less. But now he realized that he did care a little, for Raju had been brave enough to hide his illness and was infact having a smile on his face even during his last moments.

“Raju… Why didn’t you tell anybody about your condition? You could have got help and lived longer.” Ravi asked in an almost threatening voice to Raju , as he wanted to know it immediately.

Raju smiled at Ravi.

“Why do ask me now, Ravi? When you could have asked me earlier instead of asking Somu?” Raju asked in a timid voice.

“Because of your condition…” Ravi spoke with much embarassment.

“Right, Ravi! You care for me now because of my condition. You are not showing care, Ravi. You are showing me sympathy. I did not want to create sympathy for my myself and live with it…”

Ravi felt all his apprehensions about Raju melt away, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed Raju was looking up at Somu. None of them there spoke. Somu looked at Raju in an understanding way.

He slowly looked at the crowd gathered around and said, “Not much time is left. Raju always had only aim in life. I will now help him fulfill it.”

Ravi, and the rest of the people present there, were surprised. How can an aim be fulfilled at the last minute? What did he want? Was his aim so easy to achieve that he could see it happen the last few minutes before dying?

The entire room was deep in silence.

Somu slowly bent towards Raju’s ears, and spoke softly “You have been a very good friend, Raju. You have helped me a lot. I will never forget you. You are a very good person indeed.”

Raju’s eyes filled with tears on hearing these words. But they were not of sadness. He was happy. He had heard what he wanted to hear as the last words in his life – he was a good person, and he had made someone happy. He let a big grin form on his face. And slowly, his eyes closed, and he lay… as a soul with no worries left the body.

Moral: (i.e what I meant to say… in case you didn’t get it πŸ™‚ ) At the end of it all, nothing – I mean nothing – that you achieve is as important as being remembered in the world for your goodness. Because, memories are the only thing – not money, not fame – that last forever… somewhere, in someone’s heart.