Smiling Words

Google plus, twitter, Facebook,.. So many places.. But where to write?

2013-02-10T19:54:00.001-08:00

There used to be good old days where one used to write on one single notebook or a journal. The value of ink was more and credible writers were few. But there were limitation of the pages getting destroyed and public to reach we're limited.

Here comes Internet world. The fingers vigorously typing on keyboard or ipad type tablets, if you own one. The ink has been replaced by bytes of zero and one on different web blogs like blogger, Wordpress, tumblr, etc. If you have only few lines to write, twitter gets the preference. Your tweet come and go in the huge database. In few words only, you make the statement.

But sometimes the volcano of mind erupts and limited word tweets can't suffice your urge to write. The tweet reaches its teens in blogs. Some even take their writings to adulthood by writing a collection of pages called journals and books. Some writing becomes old like classic and ancient like manuscripts. So, it's a journey from tweet to manuscripts of human erupted knowledge and learnings.

I am a toddler on this road, who wants to be an adult one day. The journey is on. But I have been taking more rests than walking or running. The woods are lovely dark and deep, and I keep forgetting the promises that I have to keep.

I, the archer

2011-08-04T07:40:00.000-07:00

Life goes on like an arrow,

cutting through the wild winds,

with an aim to hit the mark,

through the thick and thins.

It is travelling a distance,

after been released from the bow.

I, the archer, with one arrow,

decide how that arrow should go.

Sometimes I miss, sometimes I hit.

A winning number or the score moves down.

I have lost, I have won, results are many,

as the race with the “self” goes on.

Mahatma was wrong, God loves violence

2011-03-13T15:43:00.000-07:00

The baby just born and had cried few tears,
Quake shook the ground, new born fell on the chair.
Tsunami came rushing, monstrously engulfing one and all,
Mom-child died drowning, even the kind doc on the call.

If by the Big Bang, the universe started,
Initial was a big-big violent explosion shake.
The law is the lion will hunt the deer,
and if not but eat grass, food chain will be on stake.

Humans are not as violent as God,
ask the extinct dinosaur and species many more.
From the soil all we came, and to it all will go,
even the soil itself will be lost in dark matter lore.

She/He first created us, him, her, it, them;
with questioning eyes and satirical smile.
Then decides how to kill, when to destroy,
No questions, no answers and not a single fair trial.

A New Year Resolution

2010-12-28T09:59:00.000-08:00

After a few days, there will be a New Year;

A fresh start, new resolutions and new benchmarks.

This is a contemplating week,

Before the time gives new life to the calendar.

What got missed and by how much,

Again an era of failed resolutions passed by.

But many unknown and known achievements,

Were brought home, by luck or by Karma.

After every winter, with a new year,

the apple tree does not make a resolution-

What numbers of leaves and apples, it will bore.

But yet it serves all, by its shadow, woods and fruits.

Then why should I make a resolve?

Nature gave us an evolved brain to think,

And power to act, by our strength.

Act nobly, if you do;

As with power, comes responsibility.

If it takes time to achieve success,

Let me break time in parts,

These parts signify small battles,

To win the war of self in the end.

Let my defeats be behind in gone times,

With new zeal and power, with aim- new and old,

And with shield of experiences of life, I learnt,

I will wage my battles in the coming year.

The Hidden

2010-08-10T13:11:00.000-07:00

My eyes searched dreams in darkness of night.

The fluttering of winds have kept them awake.

I bring hands over my eyes, eyes and hands are part of me.

It’s strange though hands are so near yet eyes are blind to see.

My mind wonders how a ghost can see in the dark clearly.

Does the eyesight increase after death or is it some trickery?

I hear a thumping sound somewhere near and someone fall;

Is it the “Unknown” or a neighbor kid on the other side of wall ?

The water drops “tinks” at regular intervals in the toilet sink;

Toilet flushed, water got sucked and emptied it to the brink.

I stood and walked to see if some hidden energy around;

Sixth sense led me to an empty dark corner- I FOUND !!

Soon a dim car light comes and falls there and goes away;

“It’s just a tall lamp standing silently that scared me , Eh! ”

Imagination of mind triggers scenes from scary Hollywood;

Sounds and voices here and there, does not do any good.

I realized my concern for the “Unexplained” in the dark;

My heartbeat was increasing towards a fearing mark.

I then laugh and tell myself philosophically –

“Death is inevitable, so my dear, why fear;

All will die, and so will I; smiled at the ghost cynically”

The ghost left the room disheartened and I slept peacefully.

The Morning

2009-04-20T09:12:00.001-07:00

Every morning brings a new day, uncovering peel by peel from night and dawn.

The birds on trees chirp happily as they welcome the new morning, a new beginning.

With sun its ornament, it decorates landscapes, garden, mountain, sea and ocean,

Inspiring people to wake up, exercise and get ready for the day.

My dad has seen it, and his dad and his dad and many-many dads above him,

They, like me, seen it to mature into day, evening and night, with moon and stars

They saw it when they were born from unknown and when they were dying into unknown

And I too see it, as my life-watch ticks towards that unknown, the ultimate truth, death.

Like a true friend, it remains with the winner and the looser, giving each a new chance,

It starts to make a huge tree out of a small seed, with air, water and the sun.

It flutters eagle wings, flies it high in sky and helps to catch a worm, far down on earth,

The cycle continues, some get eaten, some eat, some born and some die.

I went near a big lake, to see the morning coming slowly, beautifully, softly but fresh,

It came with equal emotion, be it a laborious ant or a venomous snake.

It came with a desire to see birth of Krishna, Jesus, Buddha and many pious men alike,

But also it will bring Ravana, Goliath, Hitler, Osama and many, whom people will dislike.

The Anger

2009-04-15T10:57:00.001-07:00

A new car has, yesterday, home arrived,
shining body and mirrors reflecting bright,
Dad's new passion and his delight-
Sleeping new car in the dim garage light.
As Dad cleaned garage with his four year old,
Son scratched the car; "Look I did", smilingly he told
Dad in his anger got very wild,
Took a wench and hit his child.
Son was hospitalized, some fingers were cut,
case was severe, and doctors cant do much.
"Will my fingers grow again, Dad", he asked,
in those crying eyes, the pain was masked.
Dad felt sorry, dad felt sad,
Went back to car, to kick it like mad,
And then he saw, what his son has scratched,
It was written- "I Love you, Dad."

2009-04-14T14:24:00.000-07:00

Me a Ghost Hunter

From childhood I am very fascinated by ghost.My grandfather and grandmother used to tell me many ghostly stories and I used to hear all like a very attentive listner.They claimed that they had seen ghosts in villages and I used to only get amazed.In my heart there burns a desire to see atleast one ghost.

It is not that I have not started my endevour to search ghost.In my school days,when I was away from my home,I used to roam alone in night at about 11 PM to 3 AM so that I can meet any gentleman or lady ghost.But alas,I could only see lonely roads,silent trees,dogs barking in solitude,sometimes a hush-hush from bushes which used to turn out to be cats or snakes,but never ever a ghost.
One night I thought it might be that ghosts too might have become modern and might like to roam on highways rather than small lonely boring lanes.So that night I went to the highway for ghost search.It was not long when a police patrol jeep came along and started to interrogate me.I answered my valid reasons of walking alone in night.They laughed and smiled and I too joined their merriness .They welcomed me on their jeep and that night I also did night patroling along with them of whole city.The difference was that police patrolled for the thieves and I for the ghosts.Then we did each other good bye without any trace of any ghost and they without any thieves.

With time and tide,I kept on changing places and cities not in search for ghost but for personal reasons such as studies.But the personal strive to search a ghost continued.

I was in a lodge where two of my friends also showed the similar interest.Someone told us that ghosts are seen at nearby hospital's morgue at midnight.So as a keen researcher we all three were there at midnight looking for ghosts.But to our disappointment none appeared.When we returned to lodge ,we acted as though the ghosts got a way inside us and our spirits are ruled by ghost.The whole lodge that night was silent with every door securely locked from inside.The next day the ghost affect was gone.

The student life ended and not a single chapter of ghost has opened yet.I came to work in new city Pune.Nearby there was a pyring groung for dead bodies.I had several walks to that place in search of a ghostly friend.But I think ghosts are afraid of me as a general public are afraid of ghosts.Well someday I hope that I meet a brave Signior or Signorina ghost and we become great friends.

2009-04-14T14:08:00.000-07:00

Office Work Song

The silence is all around,

Stroking of my keyboard is the only sound,

My computer screen is shining bright

Not A single colleague on my sight.

My watch "ticks-ticks" showing me the time,

Working late is a personal crime,

you should party, your age is prime,

But what to do, the job gets me dime.

Morning early, I cant wake,

Driving fast in traffic, the risk I take,

Running huffing, I reach my desk,

Programming for someone, the money I make.

The boss tells me to do this and that,

But my computer and I do electronic chat.

The lazy sun comes settling slowly down,

All day on chair, stiffs body, from leg to crown.

As day ends, phone rings, there is an issue,

A physician is on fire, ready to rip my bone and tissue,

An application you wrote, just broke she shouts,

More words from her fell on me, like bolts from clouds.

She hung the phone on me, before I can explain,

Its not me,but someone else in the IT chain.

But matter has gone to management, up and high,

They told me- work late, fix it or your career die.

So, here I am, working late,

Neither any manager nor team mate,

Today my work day is long and long,

So I writing a workaholic song.

- Sandeep Shabd

2009-04-10T08:56:00.001-07:00

The true sunshine

The clouds of despair hanging high,
The stomachs are empty and the mouths are dry.
Rich and high eat lavish, throw and waste;
however, millions crave for a single grain to taste.
A mother with uncontrolled tears in her eyes,
sees her dying son, hit by a misguided missile.
A once happy family lost the bread-winner today,
cause a suicide-bomber hit on his daily way.
The guy was tortured, colored was his skin,
The babies were killed as they were female twins.
If all have red blood and the God is one,
Then why we kill with knife, bombs and gun.
O Lord, bring the true sunshine of life in here,
with rays of happiness, love and care.
Let those filled alleys of dark moments be sun-shined,
The mind becomes more open and the heart becomes kind.

Mistaken Attitude

2007-01-05T09:07:00.000-08:00

"Hey Guru,How are you ?" ,I questioned him as I approached his desk with Deepawali sweets in my hand. He was busy as usual concentrating fully on his flat LG screen.He looked at me in a glance and answered in a monosyllable word- "fine".

I reached his desk which was mostly empty except some old picture of God,his black and white nameplate ,some unknown Japanese character which got its flavour from Harappa and Mohenjadro Civilisation and yeah,something new, a well known quote printed nicely in Monotype Corsiva font. The calligraphic font read aloud

“Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude”

Impressive,very impressive.I asked scholarly Guru what has prompted him for such an erudite quotation to be pinned at his wooden walls that hedges him and his computer.He gave his aristocratic smile and said that "I have a lots of attitude and so I have put this." ."OH ho!! ",I said with my eyes opening full with whatever impulse that word "attitude" generated in my mind.

"Hahahahaha,I too have attitude",I heard someone saying from the nearby cubicle.
It was the voice of Shirish.I looked at him.He was smiling as if he had just won world war ,The second, for the allied forces.He had a strange habit of not making friends or we can say that due to his strange habit,there were very few friends.Even if he had friends,they were among wrong sets of friends that remained detached from rest of the normal world.Shirish has an ability to get things done by others through shrewdness and win the laurels.Though he is hard working too,yet he is suffering from "self-smart " attitude problem.He fail to realise that people understand his crafty nature and that is giving bad colour to his name.

Guru looked Shirish and gave him a gentle smile acknowledging the fact.Guru,a very friendly type of person with a overflowing emotional mercury level .Once a friend ,always a friend,you can bet my life over it. and very sincere to his job.Due to his nature,I have known him very nicely.His father started as a clerk in bank and through hard work became the manager of a centralised bank and still creating waves at his place.His grandfather was a son of a village who came out to the town to become a professor and then an engineer.Guru himself is an intelligent guy but always closer to the ground.He has a habit of doing his things of his own however tough it might be,probably learnt from his past generations the lessons that life teaches.

I offered the malai laden sweets to both of them and they both smilingly took it .I said bye to them and began moving towards my cubicle with the quotation pondering in my mind. Two person,different attitudes and one quotation.This quotation talked about whom-Guru or Shirish? Whose attitude will move him to altitude? Let me check if google can answer me.You can help me too to unravel the quote.

2007-01-02T13:06:00.000-08:00

Thinking to Write

Want to write something for blog,but do not know what?

Should it be something sensible or a complete fart.

Seen many blogs and have read many,

Some talked about life,some about penny,

Some posted links for their site,visit and earn,

Some had pics of their doggy,while some had Granny.

Should I copy Shakespeare from somewhere,

and show world how beautiful I can write,

Or should I write on some hopeless philosophy,

or on weight and hair loss , exercise,health or diet.

Is it good if I jot down my everyday life,

in blogs for everyone to see?

Or pen down some election campaign,

so that all can vote me.

I created an account with eblogger,

I am confused what to do?

I know I wrote something garbage,

and that is what I have for you.

- Sandeep Shabd