The Dust

I am walking on a road
My legs are tiring
As I move toward the horizon…

The way is full of dust
To which I give a glance
And I look toward the horizon…

A speck falls on my ear,
And seems to whisper
As I see the horizon…

‘Please look back’
Whispers the dust…
As I move toward the horizon…

I don’t have the time
To look back
I need to reach the horizon…

I keep walking, and walking
Then down with fatigue
I look back

The dust is all cleared
And there is a child,
With a smile on his face

I ask him –
‘Who are you Child?
Are you following me?’

No‘ he says
‘I have been here long
You have walked past me’

I cannot believe
That I did not see the child
I ask him – ‘Who are you Child?

He does not reply
I hold his hand…
I feel happiness in my heart

I want to take the child with me
Why, I do not know…
And walk toward the horizon

The way seems so beautiful now,
Flowers bloom as I walk…
I ask him – ‘Who are you Child?

He looks up at me, and says –

‘You saw me as dust,
That was barely visible
As you walked your way,
Toward the horizon

You did not see…
You did not care…
As you walked your way,
Toward the horizon

When you were down,
You looked back
And I was seen by you.
You took me by my hand

You may reach where you want,
Or you may fail

Whatever the result may be
It will all seem beautiful
When I am with you…

I am Love’

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The Dust

I am walking on a road
My legs are tiring
As I move toward the horizon…

The way is full of dust
To which I give a glance
And I look toward the horizon…

A speck falls on my ear,
And seems to whisper
As I see the horizon…

‘Please look back’
Whispers the dust…
As I move toward the horizon…

I don’t have the time
To look back
I need to reach the horizon…

I keep walking, and walking
Then down with fatigue
I look back

The dust is all cleared
And there is a child,
With a smile on his face

I ask him –
‘Who are you Child?
Are you following me?’

No‘ he says
‘I have been here long
You have walked past me’

I cannot believe
That I did not see the child
I ask him – ‘Who are you Child?

He does not reply
I hold his hand…
I feel happiness in my heart

I want to take the child with me
Why, I do not know…
And walk toward the horizon

The way seems so beautiful now,
Flowers bloom as I walk…
I ask him – ‘Who are you Child?

He looks up at me, and says –

‘You saw me as dust,
That was barely visible
As you walked your way,
Toward the horizon

You did not see…
You did not care…
As you walked your way,
Toward the horizon
When you were down,
You looked back
And I was seen by you.
You took me by my hand

You may reach where you want,
Or you may fail

Whatever the result may be
It will all seem beautiful
When I am with you…

I am Love’

The Gift

Diwakar read through the document he had just typed out in his Word Processor…

Violence and Young Minds
by S Diwakar


The seeds of Violence and Injustice have been sown deeply in today’s society. And it has affected none other than our children – the vulnerable young minds that are about to be thrust with the responsibility of taking us forward into the future. Indeed, the future looks grim when the little ones are being taught to rebel to satisfy their whims, rather than learning to accept that some things are just not right.

A part of the blame lies with the media. Quite often we find scenes of violence around the world in the name of ‘sensational news’. They care little about viewers and more about raking in big bucks. It is hard to find an exception to this scenario. Gunshots resonate across living rooms when we turn on the news, and the increase of news channels isn’t making things any better.

Maybe we should turn our attention to cartoons. They are pretty safe, aren’t they? Unfortunately, that is not true. Even the field of animation that has given clean and harmless entertainment for decades, is now caught under the ‘violence mania’. Infact, a significant majority of kids looking up to violence as a virtue, are motivated by cartoon characters who seem to have no business other than using their powers to blow up everything that is evil. The theme of ‘Good vs Evil’ depicted in all of these cartoon shows is definitely not mistaken. But is violence the only way ‘Good’ can rid of ‘Evil’?

Schools are not doing anything to improve the situation. A teacher who punishes a child for a mistake he/she committed is indirectly telling him that ‘To forgive is ineffective’. And when the child sees someone else committing a mistake, he/she assumes that the person must be punished. Note that a mistake here, according to an immature mind of a child, is anything that does not adher to his/her point of view.

Face it, children are not exactly wise enough to accept that everything and everyone is different. It is up to parents to make them realize that one is not ‘wrong’ because one thinks in a way different to your own. But when adults themselves show hatred when confronted with a difference of opinion, how can we expect the children to learn that it is wrong?

What happened to the feeling of patience? What happened to the art of ‘Defeating-your-enemy-by-love’? Why aren’t we teaching our children the only way to find happiness is to make others happy?

Drastic steps need to be taken to cleanse the little minds and make them realize that violence is not the right way out. That is the only way to save our children – and the future.

Diwakar gave a satisfactory smile. He opened his outlook client and mailed his work to the Editor of the Daily Metro.

‘The editor will like this’ he thought to himself.

He glanced at his watch. It was 5.30 pm. It was getting late.

***

That morning, his son Rahul came running up to him and demanded in his special childish way.

“Daddy… It’s my birthday… Where is the gift I asked you?”

“I’ll buy it for you when I get back from work, Rahul.”

Rahul pouted his lips and walked away with his eyes on the floor.

Diwakar understood perfectly well how his kid felt. But he could hardly do anything. That last few days had been hectic. With the State Elections coming up, finding free time was not easy, let alone go for shopping.
***

Diwakar stepped out of the office building and walked up to his bike.

‘I can make it in another fifteen minutes’ he thought.

Buying the gift was not a hard task. It took him just five minutes at the supermarket nearby. At 6 PM, Diwakar stopped his vehicle in front of his house.

“Daddy…” Rahul came running to him as soon as Diwakar stepped into the house. His face glowed when he saw the bag in his father’s hand.

He snatched it, and ran in squealing with delight.

Ten minutes later, Rahul came out wearing his ‘gift’.

Diwakar looked at his son and smiled.

“Dishum… Dishum… Vroooom” Rahul made strange noises as he ran around with his new military costume, holding a toy gun in his hand.

Diwakar’s mobile started ringing. He looked at the display, and then took the call.

“Hello”

“Hello Diwakar. That was a very interesting piece about the effect of violence on children. I will get it published in the morning edition tomorrow.” spoke his Editor

“Thank you Sir”

Diwakar could not help but smile at the irony of the situation. As a journalist, he wrote his on his views against harbouring violence in children. But now here he was, a father, who simply could not say ‘No’ to his child.

The Gift

Diwakar read through the document he had just typed out in his Word Processor…

Violence and Young Minds

by S Diwakar


The seeds of Violence and Injustice have been sown deeply in today’s society. And it has affected none other than our children – the vulnerable young minds that are about to be thrust with the responsibility of taking us forward into the future. Indeed, the future looks grim when the little ones are being taught to rebel to satisfy their whims, rather than learning to accept that some things are just not right.

A part of the blame lies with the media. Quite often we find scenes of violence around the world in the name of ‘sensational news’. They care little about viewers and more about raking in big bucks. It is hard to find an exception to this scenario. Gunshots resonate across living rooms when we turn on the news, and the increase of news channels isn’t making things any better.

Maybe we should turn our attention to cartoons. They are pretty safe, aren’t they? Unfortunately, that is not true. Even the field of animation that has given clean and harmless entertainment for decades, is now caught under the ‘violence mania’. Infact, a significant majority of kids looking up to violence as a virtue, are motivated by cartoon characters who seem to have no business other than using their powers to blow up everything that is evil. The theme of ‘Good vs Evil’ depicted in all of these cartoon shows is definitely not mistaken. But is violence the only way ‘Good’ can rid of ‘Evil’?

Schools are not doing anything to improve the situation. A teacher who punishes a child for a mistake he/she committed is indirectly telling him that ‘To forgive is ineffective’. And when the child sees someone else committing a mistake, he/she assumes that the person must be punished. Note that a mistake here, according to an immature mind of a child, is anything that does not adher to his/her point of view.

Face it, children are not exactly wise enough to accept that everything and everyone is different. It is up to parents to make them realize that one is not ‘wrong’ because one thinks in a way different to your own. But when adults themselves show hatred when confronted with a difference of opinion, how can we expect the children to learn that it is wrong?

What happened to the feeling of patience? What happened to the art of ‘Defeating-your-enemy-by-love’? Why aren’t we teaching our children the only way to find happiness is to make others happy?

Drastic steps need to be taken to cleanse the little minds and make them realize that violence is not the right way out. That is the only way to save our children – and the future.

Diwakar gave a satisfactory smile. He opened his outlook client and mailed his work to the Editor of the Daily Metro.

‘The editor will like this’ he thought to himself.

He glanced at his watch. It was 5.30 pm. It was getting late.

***

That morning, his son Rahul came running up to him and demanded in his special childish way.

“Daddy… It’s my birthday… Where is the gift I asked you?”

“I’ll buy it for you when I get back from work, Rahul.”

Rahul pouted his lips and walked away with his eyes on the floor.

Diwakar understood perfectly well how his kid felt. But he could hardly do anything. That last few days had been hectic. With the State Elections coming up, finding free time was not easy, let alone go for shopping.

***

Diwakar stepped out of the office building and walked up to his bike.

‘I can make it in another fifteen minutes’ he thought.

Buying the gift was not a hard task. It took him just five minutes at the supermarket nearby. At 6 PM, Diwakar stopped his vehicle in front of his house.

“Daddy…” Rahul came running to him as soon as Diwakar stepped into the house. His face glowed when he saw the bag in his father’s hand.

He snatched it, and ran in squealing with delight.

Ten minutes later, Rahul came out wearing his ‘gift’.

Diwakar looked at his son and smiled.

“Dishum… Dishum… Vroooom” Rahul made strange noises as he ran around with his new military costume, holding a toy gun in his hand.

Diwakar’s mobile started ringing. He looked at the display, and then took the call.

“Hello”

“Hello Diwakar. That was a very interesting piece about the effect of violence on children. I will get it published in the morning edition tomorrow.” spoke his Editor

“Thank you Sir”

Diwakar could not help but smile at the irony of the situation. As a journalist, he wrote his on his views against harbouring violence in children. But now here he was, a father, who simply could not say ‘No’ to his child.