Friday, September 9, 2011

Wait is still long ... !!

It’s been dark for too long,
The love, the life all went wrong.
For the time being let me be strong,
The wait is still long.

If not the sunshine may be just dawn,
The path is yet to be drawn.
Solitude is still my song,
The wait is still long.

I just saw a little hope,
Let me see if there is any scope.
I thought it will work this time,
But, the wait is still long.

I am losing faith in me,
And I am fed up of this dilemma.
The destiny proving me a loser,
It wants me to be a cruiser.

I have been waiting for years,
Rain follows as fell, my tears.
The queer feeling of fears,
May transform into cheers.

But, the wait is still long,
It still goes on.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Sparrows - the missing neighbours

Gone are the days when you listen to the chirping and tweeting sound of the little birds on early mornings and evenings in your garden and balconies. But now you only listen to the honking of cars and motorbikes or the sound of air conditioners and coolers. I remember the days when I used to see sparrows playing and jumping from one stem to another, lying in the mud to cool their bodies on hot summer days, hiding in a searched shelter or on a tree in heavy rains. Most of my time in vacations, I pass seeing the parrots and sparrows flying and sitting on terraces and balconies. Their freedom to go anywhere anytime made me jealous and I also wanted to fly like a bird in the high sky.

Image Courtesy: Tootlepedal's Blog
Remember, some 9-10 years back when you  used to go on a morning walk few little birds giving you company and singing beautiful songs for you which made the atmosphere more beautiful and musical. But now they all are silent because only a few are left in metropolitans like Delhi and so many of them have lost their friends. I remember in monsoon many of them sat in my balcony fluttering their wings to shed down the rain water, it seems like they were feeling cold.

They used to make their nest on my balcony and on trees opposite my house, lay eggs and watch it the whole day flying from here to there, sitting on the wall to wire to grill and keep a watch on their nest. Sometimes fast winds broke their nest and eggs, they look at broken eggs for some time she felt bad and make sounds chi-chi-chi like they were crying.

Goraiya, the little sweeties in countless poetries, lyrics, songs and folk songs and paintings, is today facing a crisis for survival. It’s been long that we miss the “chi-chi-chi-chi” of Goraiyas or little sparrows every morning and lovely sight of them dancing around.

When they were abundant around us at times, we got irritated of the chirping sound “chi-chi-chi-chi” of Goraiyas outside our houses or in verandahs and gardens. But now most of us miss it actually. Universally familiar in appearance, once in abundance the common house sparrow has become a mystery bird and is becoming increasingly rare all over the world. If proper measures are not taken on time, then we might lose it totally or it might be added to the list of many extinct birds and animals.

Image Courtesy: The Hindu
The tiny sparrow is perhaps the earliest bird we can remember from our childhood which is diminishing now. Their petite nests in almost every house in colonies as well as in public places like railway stations and bus stands. They survived on food grains, tiny worms, and leftovers from houses which people give to feed them.

Unfortunately, this tiny neighbor is disappearing now. The reasons behind this are many and we the human community is somehow responsible for it. The combustion from petrol vehicles which produces compounds which are highly toxic for small insects, which are a major part of young sparrow’s diet. The lack of nesting sites in modern buildings, radiating waves from mobile towers and increasing pollution are some of the causes for their decrease in population.

Today I miss the chirrups, swinging and hopping from branch to branch on trees and balcony to balcony in colonies of little birdies and remember a story I read when I was in Grade 1 or 2 in which a sparrow feed her children and teach them how to fly. The modernization and advancement in our society have taken away almost the whole natural beauty and environment and everything is artificial or man-made in big cities. 

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

De Facto

Breathing the air in Mumbai (India) for just one day, is equivalent to smoking 2.5 packs of cigarettes.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Crazy Language English

Some facts about crazy words of crazy language English:

Eggplant does not have eggs on it,
Ladyfingers does not contain fingers or ladies,
There is no pine or apple in pineapple,
There is neither pea nor a nut in peanuts,
There is no butter in buttermilk,
There is no dog in hot dog,
Hamburgers are not made from ham,
English muffins were not invented in England,
And French fries were not invented in France,
Sandwich does not have sand in it,
Boxing rings can be square,
Tomboys are girls,
Blackboards can be green and blue,
Glasses can be made of plastic,
And tablecloth can be of paper,
Homework can be done in school,
Nose can run and feet can smell,
Weather can be hot as hell one day,
And cold as hell the other day.
If pro and con are opposite does that mean congress is opposite of progress.
Somehow Indian Congress is proving it right but it is not according to English.
If vegetarians eat vegetables,
Does humanitarian eats humans?
If six, seven, eight, and nine change to sixty, seventy, eighty, and ninety,
Then why not two, three, four, and five become twoty, threety, fourty, and fivety?


English is a strange and insane language ...

Credits: Internet and of course me 

Friday, March 11, 2011

Photography to Expressography

Struggling for distinguishing my identity in the crowd

Beauty is always plucked

Sinking alone in the sea of life

Thursday, March 10, 2011

This is not my creation i found it on net while surfing on net. Its a kinda poem and very interesting and some kind of funny. Who so evers creation it is, he or she must think a lot about english - the funny language.

Here it is :

The UP Poem

There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is "UP."

It's easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list,

But when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP?

At a meeting, why does a topic come UP?

Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election?

And why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report?

We call UP our friends.
We use it to brighten UP a room,
Polish UP the silver,

We warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen.

We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car.
At other times the little word has real special meaning.

People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets,

Work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses.

To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special.

And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP.

We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.

We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP!
To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary.

In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions.

If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used.

It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more.

When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP.

When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP.
When it rains, it wets UP the earth.

When it doesn't rain for a while, things dry UP.

One could go on and on, but I'll wrap it UP, for now my time is UP, so...

Time to shut UP! more thing:

What is the first thing you do in the morning & the last thing you do at night?


Hope you like this... its pretty good na.. i am not taking any credits.. its not mine after all.