Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Maa...
Sorry for not writing sooner ma! Lets say I was meandering blissfully cherishing the memories. At times like this when i miss you the most, i reminisce. Sometimes i wonder how things would have been if you were not YOU, would I still be ME!? I seriously doubt that :-)
Your upbringing is a perfect blend of the right ingredients. You know when to switch from being firm to amenable, most of all you are an epitome of compassion and selflessness. Over the years i have cleverly mastered the skills that help you to perpetually be in the state of joy and fulfilment.
But this hasn't been easy for you, well it has been far from easy for you. In my juvenile years i know i have caused you emotional pain one too many times, but if i were to guess how hard it must have been for you i would need an extra eye because you have been ever so accomodative. Today i think if i can ever be like you, and that's how far i have gone. I owe you one ma...
If i am honest, i would admit that growing up hasn't been a great experience, but for your presence in my life. Its true that i was never behind a wealthy lifestyle and so will i be for the rest of my life, i have been the prerogative of a treasure beyond materialistic obsession, i have you and all the beautiful relationships that i embraced because of you.
Oh would you tell me and and truth should it be, didn't you have 8 hands when I was young? Here i am, on my own walking on the path you once took managing the house and to my utter disbelief i find it HARD!!! Period. With a job, you managed the house (himalayan task that one) you manged us (OOOFFFF!!!!!!). Whenever i come back home from work tired and i walk into the kitchen only to find it more like a *d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r* i think about you, and i immedietely wonder if you had 8 hands that helped you multi-task with no compromise to quality. I regain this strength from nowhere and viola, the task becomes infinitesimle! :) :) Oh yes I owe you one!
What is it that makes you so strong? How were you able to endure difficult times and redeem yourself to prosperity ever so gracefully? HOW ma? I have grown old now, old enough to understand the complexities of life and life itself, time does test me every now and then and i have been fairly succesful in not giving in. Were you within me? Were you the one that would not give up? Is it the same hand i held as a toddler that has helped me cross the roads of life? Is it the same magical lap i rested which restored my craziness when i'd been down and gloomy? Was it you all along ma?
I see nowadays that we swap places, now that you are becoming a child to me, i tell you things you are not aware of and you listen to me intently with those keen eyes gleaming at me with pride and joy. Are you really listening to me or are you seeing through me ma? Are you falling in love with my voice and eyes as i speak like i used to when you tell me bedtime stories? Are you ma? :) Because i know you are not listening!! :-) and i never did too...
Would i ever change anything? Maybe! MAybe i would go back and erace all the bad memories or maybe i wont. Maybe its just meant to be or maybe not. But i know now, i feel whole, i feel at peace most of all, i feel you..... I feel you in me ma! I owe you one! :) I know you are there for me!
I may tell you or I MAY NEVER .... but This is to us! To this life together! :) Which could not be without YOU!!
Your upbringing is a perfect blend of the right ingredients. You know when to switch from being firm to amenable, most of all you are an epitome of compassion and selflessness. Over the years i have cleverly mastered the skills that help you to perpetually be in the state of joy and fulfilment.
But this hasn't been easy for you, well it has been far from easy for you. In my juvenile years i know i have caused you emotional pain one too many times, but if i were to guess how hard it must have been for you i would need an extra eye because you have been ever so accomodative. Today i think if i can ever be like you, and that's how far i have gone. I owe you one ma...
If i am honest, i would admit that growing up hasn't been a great experience, but for your presence in my life. Its true that i was never behind a wealthy lifestyle and so will i be for the rest of my life, i have been the prerogative of a treasure beyond materialistic obsession, i have you and all the beautiful relationships that i embraced because of you.
Oh would you tell me and and truth should it be, didn't you have 8 hands when I was young? Here i am, on my own walking on the path you once took managing the house and to my utter disbelief i find it HARD!!! Period. With a job, you managed the house (himalayan task that one) you manged us (OOOFFFF!!!!!!). Whenever i come back home from work tired and i walk into the kitchen only to find it more like a *d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r* i think about you, and i immedietely wonder if you had 8 hands that helped you multi-task with no compromise to quality. I regain this strength from nowhere and viola, the task becomes infinitesimle! :) :) Oh yes I owe you one!
What is it that makes you so strong? How were you able to endure difficult times and redeem yourself to prosperity ever so gracefully? HOW ma? I have grown old now, old enough to understand the complexities of life and life itself, time does test me every now and then and i have been fairly succesful in not giving in. Were you within me? Were you the one that would not give up? Is it the same hand i held as a toddler that has helped me cross the roads of life? Is it the same magical lap i rested which restored my craziness when i'd been down and gloomy? Was it you all along ma?
I see nowadays that we swap places, now that you are becoming a child to me, i tell you things you are not aware of and you listen to me intently with those keen eyes gleaming at me with pride and joy. Are you really listening to me or are you seeing through me ma? Are you falling in love with my voice and eyes as i speak like i used to when you tell me bedtime stories? Are you ma? :) Because i know you are not listening!! :-) and i never did too...
Would i ever change anything? Maybe! MAybe i would go back and erace all the bad memories or maybe i wont. Maybe its just meant to be or maybe not. But i know now, i feel whole, i feel at peace most of all, i feel you..... I feel you in me ma! I owe you one! :) I know you are there for me!
I may tell you or I MAY NEVER .... but This is to us! To this life together! :) Which could not be without YOU!!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
rest in peace ... through your voice, there will be resurrection
Malaysia Vasudevan...15.o6.1944 to 20.02.2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
On taking drugs
She often encounters members of the 'cool and high' community...
well, they think they are cool, she would kill to concur, oh what irony!
and they are on an all time 'high'..
One too many times she bumps into one or two members of this community and they woo her with their arsenal !!! a very powerful one that!
She would if her conscience permits her to, but her conscience is as stubborn as herself.
On taking drugs.... members from the community talk about the state of ecstatcy one goes to while having a dose of ecstacy... and members also point out the miserable life she has without ever trying it out..
She would go - "I do have a miserable life, Yes! But atleast I will LIVE TO TELL THE TALE!!!!"
On taking drugs!!....
well, they think they are cool, she would kill to concur, oh what irony!
and they are on an all time 'high'..
One too many times she bumps into one or two members of this community and they woo her with their arsenal !!! a very powerful one that!
She would if her conscience permits her to, but her conscience is as stubborn as herself.
On taking drugs.... members from the community talk about the state of ecstatcy one goes to while having a dose of ecstacy... and members also point out the miserable life she has without ever trying it out..
She would go - "I do have a miserable life, Yes! But atleast I will LIVE TO TELL THE TALE!!!!"
On taking drugs!!....
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Breaking the silence!
She hasn't been writing for a while owing to the lack of inspiration. But something that came to her mind this morning seemed worth penning down.
Feed thy rationale,
Oppression would starve to death.
Feed thy compassion,
Animosity would starve to death.
Feed thy conviction,
Mediocrity would starve to death.
Feed thy diligence,
Indifference would starve to death.
Feed thy vigor,
Lethargy would starve to death.
Feed thy intellect,
Ignorance would starve to death.
Feed thy self with the contrary,
HUMANITY would starve to death.
It is written by her 'sick of this materialistic world' self.
Feed thy rationale,
Oppression would starve to death.
Feed thy compassion,
Animosity would starve to death.
Feed thy conviction,
Mediocrity would starve to death.
Feed thy diligence,
Indifference would starve to death.
Feed thy vigor,
Lethargy would starve to death.
Feed thy intellect,
Ignorance would starve to death.
Feed thy self with the contrary,
HUMANITY would starve to death.
It is written by her 'sick of this materialistic world' self.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
December 25, 1876 – September 11, 1948 - A life one would 'kill' for.
Few individuals succesfully alter the course of history.Fewer still modify the map of the world.
Hardly anyone can be credited with creating a nation.
......Mohammad Ali Jinnah did all three.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Reverie...
Gosh!! She almost missed it!!
Thanks to an appetite that is quite indistinct.
If not for these cravings for some dessert at midnight,
She would have missed some overwhelming moments of delight.
Far from real the sight she is witnessing
If there ever is heaven, she'd bet it is anything as pleasing
Tottering through the hallway in hopes to admire,
the sceanic view that'll make her system go haywire!!
On the other side of the locked door lies a surprise.
One so surreal that she would hardly surmise.
As the adrenalin makes sure the excitement is at its peak,
She steps out of the door and a wee fractal touches her cheek.
Her joy knows no bounds, emotions loud, body numb.
willing to forgo worldly pleasures, to this beauty she will succumb.
An hour of laughter, joy, tears and agony, she battles with her senses,
trying to unwillingly get over these overriding emotional turbulences.
As if trapped in a moment she desires to be eternally,
unperturbed and oblivious she floats in her reverie!!
Thanks to an appetite that is quite indistinct.
If not for these cravings for some dessert at midnight,
She would have missed some overwhelming moments of delight.
Far from real the sight she is witnessing
If there ever is heaven, she'd bet it is anything as pleasing
Tottering through the hallway in hopes to admire,
the sceanic view that'll make her system go haywire!!
On the other side of the locked door lies a surprise.
One so surreal that she would hardly surmise.
As the adrenalin makes sure the excitement is at its peak,
She steps out of the door and a wee fractal touches her cheek.
Her joy knows no bounds, emotions loud, body numb.
willing to forgo worldly pleasures, to this beauty she will succumb.
An hour of laughter, joy, tears and agony, she battles with her senses,
trying to unwillingly get over these overriding emotional turbulences.
As if trapped in a moment she desires to be eternally,
unperturbed and oblivious she floats in her reverie!!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Guess, if you can, and choose, if you dare.
She wakes up to a beautiful morning, smiling and chuffed about yet another day to live learn and linger. Coffee tastes perfect with the right mixture of milk, sugar and caffaine, ah that does not happen everyday or does it? She gets dressed and leaves home on a high, walking ambitiously towards a multi storied state of the art building. She is a hard worker and seldom misses work. She sees her friends, beaming with joy like herself, after all, it takes a lot of potential and talent to work for companies with international repute, that which pays a big fat cheque every month catering to the luxury of an exhorbitant flat, a car, and a content family with loads of money to spare on the other end of a lavish lifestyle!! Fortunate few eh!? There's more, it is indeed a question of dignity and self gratifying societal status. The benefits are endless and it grows exponentially.
She keeps marching toward the building when she hears her cell phone ring! Technology keeps everything connected, although it gives a damn about whether you want to be connected at the first place! Such are the laws of a technological dependence. It is a friend who called to invite her over for a tea party which she elegantly refuses and goes straight to her work place on the street right next to the multi storied state of the art building. You see, she does not conform to the 'fortunate few' dignified cartel as her friends do.
It is simply the choice she made to not attend the tea party. Where she could do one or more of things that she will rejoice. As she is about to enter the work place she is joined by her colleagues who giggle about a text message and dote over a latest wallpaper of a music band. These are school kids spending their vacation quite lucratively. She removes her over coat and her neatly pressed uniform becomes visible. She is a part time general assistant at a super market. All she has to do is arrange and rearrange shelves with goods and be there for a customer who is lost or looking for something. At times, pay heed to an outrageous and dissatisfied customer with a smile and sincere apology. Thanks to her Masters Degree in a reputed university, her indigenous HR skills are quite put to use. This is just a four hour task but it is one hell of a workout!
A loud honk startles her while she was lost day dreaming. Quickly checking for her uniform only to be fooled by her illusion. She runs towards the multi storied building and to the super market's customer desk to enquire about her application for a job which technically even a school kid would reject, she knew what was coming. Almost as if she lived this moment an instant ago and is reliving it now. So the customer desk's answer does not shock her, it rather amuses her. "While you demonstrated some of the skills we’re looking for, there were other candidates who were a closer match for the role. Therefore, we regret to inform you that we won’t be progressing your application any further on this occasion. Should you wish to receive feedback, please do not hesitate to contact the HR Resourcing department. We would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your interest in furthering your career and for the time you’ve taken with your application." So much for arranging shelves and getting yelled at by customers! Long live the flourishing economy!!
Movies have always fascinated her and she comes from the clan that calls in sick to the college office for watching a movie that just released. It has often become quite a nightmare when it comes to arranging 'necessary funds' for buying tickets and other nibbles for a complete movie experience. Sadly, movies at Cinema have now become one of the previleges of being the 'fortunate few' that she often wonders if it was a wise decision to not take up a place in this undisputable faction?!! Not after she enrolled to volunteer at a cinema that not just lets her watch films that she usher the customers in to but EVERY SINGLE MOVIE AT THE CINEMA and HOW MANY EVER TIMES SHE WANTS!! Beat that!! This apart, she indulges in the complete movie experience with discounted perks at the cafe. She thinks, she'd rather be here watch all the movies, meet the 'whos's who' at the premier than stand out of the cinema and gape at the posters with the mouth wide open, feel sad and pressed for time.
There are people like her, who watch movies out of passion and love for acting and the mere experience and there are others who watch movies as a means to get out of the four walls of a hospital. Yes, she helps those people who are not like us but are special in more than one way. She takes certain special people to cinemas to watch the movie of their choice and catch up on a heated discussion over a hot cuppa coffee at a cafe. Wow that is one hell of an experience she wonders!! After which she gets home, and they....to the hospital. One of the reasons why she had to say NO to the tea party.
She has to stop somewhere before she gets home to her most favourite person. Wondering if she could ever give back the world that has given her enough to be content, she did a bit of research online and ended up at the website of a reputed charity organisation who say "We are a volunteer-led humanitarian organisation that helps people in crisis, whoever and wherever they are.We enable vulnerable people at home and overseas to prepare for and respond to emergencies in their own communities. And when the crisis is over, we help people recover and move on with their lives." Being able to help someone by gaining expertise in ERT, being an ordinary person yet be able to save someone's life, gain experience in first aid, medical equipment, refugee services, shop volunteering et al and be directly or indirectly the impetus behind a good deed. She decided that moment that she would be part of this organisation and do her bit in thanking the world. She is greeted at the regional branch of the organisation with a smile that is perennial and infectious. These people are achievers, they all have their own reasons to be volunteering for a noble cause, but for herself, it is a rather simple reason, to make a difference, to BE the difference.
She has to walk past couple of children's parks on the way home. She falls in love with the innocence and the immaculate smile of the children that it would have been hours before she knows it. Once she asked a kid who almost resembled the 'angel like cartoon characters' that what motivates the kid to visit the park everyday? To which the kid replied, i love to watch the birds, i love it when they swim in the pond or fly in the sky. She couldn't agree more, apart from the kids at the park, the only other thing that fascinates her the most was these birds both migratory and native. She fails to recollect their names so she links it to some prominent thing that she would not otherwise forget and somehow link the bird and the thing in a funny way. One example would be the way she remembered the bird magpie. The linking word here was to imagine Magpie playing a BAG PIper. Easy now isn't it!? :-)
But these birds as humans do not have rights to protect themselves but thankfully there are organisations to take care of them or protect them from becoming extinct or to just look out for a bird to say the least. She would not let go of an opportunity to contribute to this too. The organisation she got involved with is quite the type she liked!! The members of the organisation are filled with dedication that is so overwhelming. The process of lending a helping hand is quite simple. Just a casual chat and you are handed a bag full of badges with pictures of variety of birds on each badge. So she walks up to the kids at the park, show them the badges and ask the kids to pick one, as she explains the unique characteristics of each bird she also tells how each kid could save the birds by buying the badge. That way the kids are never going to forget their favourite birds ans she would raise some funds albeit trivial per badge but quite a bit in the broader sense.
She has been eyeing the community centre lately where there are classes for singing and dancing. She would soon be going and enrolling herself there. And the library has such a repository of books that amazes her. She is glued on to some book or the other. Yet she feels she isn't doing enough!
She gets thoughtful on and off about the choice she has made. Does she have the luxury of the fortunate few? Does she enjoy a big fat cheque every month catering to the luxury of an exhorbitant flat, a car, and a content family with loads of money to spare on the other end of a lavish lifestyle!! The pride and self gratifying societal status. She does not!! But is she happy? Hell YEAH!!!
She keeps marching toward the building when she hears her cell phone ring! Technology keeps everything connected, although it gives a damn about whether you want to be connected at the first place! Such are the laws of a technological dependence. It is a friend who called to invite her over for a tea party which she elegantly refuses and goes straight to her work place on the street right next to the multi storied state of the art building. You see, she does not conform to the 'fortunate few' dignified cartel as her friends do.
It is simply the choice she made to not attend the tea party. Where she could do one or more of things that she will rejoice. As she is about to enter the work place she is joined by her colleagues who giggle about a text message and dote over a latest wallpaper of a music band. These are school kids spending their vacation quite lucratively. She removes her over coat and her neatly pressed uniform becomes visible. She is a part time general assistant at a super market. All she has to do is arrange and rearrange shelves with goods and be there for a customer who is lost or looking for something. At times, pay heed to an outrageous and dissatisfied customer with a smile and sincere apology. Thanks to her Masters Degree in a reputed university, her indigenous HR skills are quite put to use. This is just a four hour task but it is one hell of a workout!
A loud honk startles her while she was lost day dreaming. Quickly checking for her uniform only to be fooled by her illusion. She runs towards the multi storied building and to the super market's customer desk to enquire about her application for a job which technically even a school kid would reject, she knew what was coming. Almost as if she lived this moment an instant ago and is reliving it now. So the customer desk's answer does not shock her, it rather amuses her. "While you demonstrated some of the skills we’re looking for, there were other candidates who were a closer match for the role. Therefore, we regret to inform you that we won’t be progressing your application any further on this occasion. Should you wish to receive feedback, please do not hesitate to contact the HR Resourcing department. We would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your interest in furthering your career and for the time you’ve taken with your application." So much for arranging shelves and getting yelled at by customers! Long live the flourishing economy!!
Movies have always fascinated her and she comes from the clan that calls in sick to the college office for watching a movie that just released. It has often become quite a nightmare when it comes to arranging 'necessary funds' for buying tickets and other nibbles for a complete movie experience. Sadly, movies at Cinema have now become one of the previleges of being the 'fortunate few' that she often wonders if it was a wise decision to not take up a place in this undisputable faction?!! Not after she enrolled to volunteer at a cinema that not just lets her watch films that she usher the customers in to but EVERY SINGLE MOVIE AT THE CINEMA and HOW MANY EVER TIMES SHE WANTS!! Beat that!! This apart, she indulges in the complete movie experience with discounted perks at the cafe. She thinks, she'd rather be here watch all the movies, meet the 'whos's who' at the premier than stand out of the cinema and gape at the posters with the mouth wide open, feel sad and pressed for time.
There are people like her, who watch movies out of passion and love for acting and the mere experience and there are others who watch movies as a means to get out of the four walls of a hospital. Yes, she helps those people who are not like us but are special in more than one way. She takes certain special people to cinemas to watch the movie of their choice and catch up on a heated discussion over a hot cuppa coffee at a cafe. Wow that is one hell of an experience she wonders!! After which she gets home, and they....to the hospital. One of the reasons why she had to say NO to the tea party.
She has to stop somewhere before she gets home to her most favourite person. Wondering if she could ever give back the world that has given her enough to be content, she did a bit of research online and ended up at the website of a reputed charity organisation who say "We are a volunteer-led humanitarian organisation that helps people in crisis, whoever and wherever they are.We enable vulnerable people at home and overseas to prepare for and respond to emergencies in their own communities. And when the crisis is over, we help people recover and move on with their lives." Being able to help someone by gaining expertise in ERT, being an ordinary person yet be able to save someone's life, gain experience in first aid, medical equipment, refugee services, shop volunteering et al and be directly or indirectly the impetus behind a good deed. She decided that moment that she would be part of this organisation and do her bit in thanking the world. She is greeted at the regional branch of the organisation with a smile that is perennial and infectious. These people are achievers, they all have their own reasons to be volunteering for a noble cause, but for herself, it is a rather simple reason, to make a difference, to BE the difference.
She has to walk past couple of children's parks on the way home. She falls in love with the innocence and the immaculate smile of the children that it would have been hours before she knows it. Once she asked a kid who almost resembled the 'angel like cartoon characters' that what motivates the kid to visit the park everyday? To which the kid replied, i love to watch the birds, i love it when they swim in the pond or fly in the sky. She couldn't agree more, apart from the kids at the park, the only other thing that fascinates her the most was these birds both migratory and native. She fails to recollect their names so she links it to some prominent thing that she would not otherwise forget and somehow link the bird and the thing in a funny way. One example would be the way she remembered the bird magpie. The linking word here was to imagine Magpie playing a BAG PIper. Easy now isn't it!? :-)
But these birds as humans do not have rights to protect themselves but thankfully there are organisations to take care of them or protect them from becoming extinct or to just look out for a bird to say the least. She would not let go of an opportunity to contribute to this too. The organisation she got involved with is quite the type she liked!! The members of the organisation are filled with dedication that is so overwhelming. The process of lending a helping hand is quite simple. Just a casual chat and you are handed a bag full of badges with pictures of variety of birds on each badge. So she walks up to the kids at the park, show them the badges and ask the kids to pick one, as she explains the unique characteristics of each bird she also tells how each kid could save the birds by buying the badge. That way the kids are never going to forget their favourite birds ans she would raise some funds albeit trivial per badge but quite a bit in the broader sense.
She has been eyeing the community centre lately where there are classes for singing and dancing. She would soon be going and enrolling herself there. And the library has such a repository of books that amazes her. She is glued on to some book or the other. Yet she feels she isn't doing enough!
She gets thoughtful on and off about the choice she has made. Does she have the luxury of the fortunate few? Does she enjoy a big fat cheque every month catering to the luxury of an exhorbitant flat, a car, and a content family with loads of money to spare on the other end of a lavish lifestyle!! The pride and self gratifying societal status. She does not!! But is she happy? Hell YEAH!!!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Sensational Talent
Pranav Mistry born in 1981 in Palanpur, India is one of the inventors of SixthSense. He is a research assistant and a PhD candidate at MIT Media Lab. SixthSense has recently attracted global attention. Among some of his previous work, Pranav has invented Mouseless - an invisible computer mouse; intelligent sticky notes that can be searched, located and can send reminders and messages; a pen that can draw in 3D; and a public map that can act as Google of physical world. Pranav holds a Master in Media Arts and Sciences from MIT and Master of Design from Industrial Design Center, IIT Bombay besides his Bachelor degree in Computer Engineering from Nirma Institute Of Technology, Ahmedabad. Pranav’s research interests include Ubiquitous computing, Gestural and Tangible Interaction, AI, Augmented reality, Machine vision, Collective intelligence and Robotics.
Sixth Sense was awarded the 2009 Invention Award by Popular Science. Pranav also won Young Innovator Award TR35 by Technology Review. In 2010, he was named to Creativity Magazine's Creativity 50. Mistry has been called "one of ten, best inventors in the world right now" by Chris Anderson.
The promised release of all the code as open source has not happened as of November 2010 and no version of the Sixth Sense products have been produced.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
My brown skin baby they take him away
My brown skin baby they take him away
As a young preacher I used to ride
A quiet pony round the country side
In a native camp I’ll never forget
A young black mother who’s cheeks all wet
My brown skin baby they take him away
Between her songs I heard her say
Police’s been taken my baby away
From white man, boss, the baby I have
Why he let him take baby away
My brown skin baby they take him away
To a children’s home a baby came
With new clothes on and a new name
Day and night he would always say
Oh mummy, mummy why they take me away!?
My brown skin baby they take him away
The child grew up and had to go
From a mission home that he loved so
To find his mother he tried in vain
Upon this earth they never met again
My brown skin baby they take him away.....
Bob Randall, is a member of the Stolen Generations and former Indegenous person of the year. He is credited with bringing to light the issue of forced removal of Aboriginal children from their families, in 1970. His song, "My Brown Skin Baby They Take Him Away," written at the time, is described as an "anthem" for the Stolen Generations.
Uncle Bob Randall was born around 1927 in the bush of the Central Desert region of the Northern Territory (NT), Australia. He is a“Tjilpi” (special teaching uncle) of the Yankunytjatjara Nation and one of the listed traditional keepers of the great monolith, Uluru. At about age 7, Bob was taken away from his mother and family under government policy which forcibly removed all half-caste (half-Aboriginal) children from their families.
He was one of thousands of Aboriginal children who were placed in institutions throughout Australia and came to be known as the “Stolen Generation.” Like so many, he grew up alone, away from his family, and never saw his mother again. He was taken to a receiving home for indigenous children in Alice Springs, NT, then later was moved to Croker Island Reservation in Arnhem Land where he, like the other children, was given a new identity and birth date.
No records were kept of the Aboriginal nation, family name, or identity of the Aboriginal children who were stolen. Young Bob was kept in government institutions until he was twenty when he, with new wife and baby, was banished for questioning white authorities. He moved to Darwin and later to Adelaide,South Australia, working, studying, and looking for his family and country of belonging. After many years of heart-wrenching searches, he found his roots and returned to his mother’s country where he lives today at Mutitjulu Community beside Uluru (Ayers Rock).
In 2006, Uncle Bob co-produced and narrated the award-winning documentary, “Kanyini.” “Kanyini” was voted "best documentary" at the London Australian Film Festival 2007, winner of the “Inside Film Independent Spirit Award”, and winner of the Discovery Channel Best Documentary Award in 2006. Uncle Bob continues to write and teach throughout the world, presenting teachings based on the Anangu (central desert Aboriginal nation) “Kanyini” principles of caring for the environment and each other with unconditional love and responsibility. His tirelessdedication calls indigenous people to reclaim their Aboriginal identities and re-gain lives of purpose, so that the relevance of ancient wisdom to modern living is understood. Uncle Bob Randall is a living bridge between cultures and between world nations, creating lines of understanding so that indigenous and non-indigenous people can live and learn together, heal the past through shared experience in the present, sharing a way of being that allows us, once again, to live in oneness and harmony with each other and all things.
For this catastrophe, Kevin Rudd Says SORRY to the ABORIGINES for stealing their children and trying to isolate them.
Friday, October 29, 2010
the last journey of a genius
i'm an explorer okay, i get curious about everything and i want to investigate all kinds of stuff. The Quest For Tannu Tuva[1988]
Sunday, October 17, 2010
तमन्ना बनी तमाशा
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू-ए-क़ातिल में है
(ऐ वतन,) करता नहीं क्यूँ दूसरी कुछ बातचीत,
देखता हूँ मैं जिसे वो चुप तेरी महफ़िल में है
ऐ शहीद-ए-मुल्क-ओ-मिल्लत, मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार,
अब तेरी हिम्मत का चरचा ग़ैर की महफ़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
वक़्त आने पर बता देंगे तुझे, ए आसमान,
हम अभी से क्या बताएँ क्या हमारे दिल में है
खेँच कर लाई है सब को क़त्ल होने की उमीद,
आशिकों का आज जमघट कूचा-ए-क़ातिल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
है लिए हथियार दुश्मन ताक में बैठा उधर,
और हम तैयार हैं सीना लिए अपना इधर.
ख़ून से खेलेंगे होली अगर वतन मुश्क़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
हाथ, जिन में है जूनून, कटते नही तलवार से,
सर जो उठ जाते हैं वो झुकते नहीं ललकार से.
और भड़केगा जो शोला सा हमारे दिल में है,
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
हम तो घर से ही थे निकले बाँधकर सर पर कफ़न,
जाँ हथेली पर लिए लो बढ चले हैं ये कदम.
ज़िंदगी तो अपनी मॆहमाँ मौत की महफ़िल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
यूँ खड़ा मक़्तल में क़ातिल कह रहा है बार-बार,
क्या तमन्ना-ए-शहादत भी किसी के दिल में है?
दिल में तूफ़ानों की टोली और नसों में इन्कलाब,
होश दुश्मन के उड़ा देंगे हमें रोको न आज.
दूर रह पाए जो हमसे दम कहाँ मंज़िल में है,
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
वो जिस्म भी क्या जिस्म है जिसमे न हो ख़ून-ए-जुनून
क्या लड़े तूफ़ान से जो कश्ती-ए-साहिल में है
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ू-ए-क़ातिल में है
अफ़सोस !! अब बची बस यह तमन्ना मेरे यार !!
बेईमानी अत्याचार बेरोज़गारी और काफी कुछ हैं आर और पार !!
क्या "इस" देश की स्वतंत्रता थी तुम्हारी जान से प्यारी?
ए सरफ़रोश, तुम्हारे भारत में हैं सिर्फ भूखे और भिखारी !!
देख रहे हो अगर तुम हालत इस देश का अभी ,
क्या अपनी जान कुर्बान देने की करते तैयारी?
जान से प्यारी है मुझे भारत तेरी तरह
काश सारे भारतीय सोचते हमारी तरह
लड़ पड़े हैं न जाने किस उम्मीद में
लड़ाई तो तुमने भी की थी इनका मतलब है तो सिर्फ पैसों में !!
काश मैं भी होती तेरे संग
जब तुने जीती यह जंग
हो जाती मैं भी शहीद ए दोस्त इस देश नाल
आज देखना न पडता इस देश का दयनीय हाल !!
पड़ी है ज़रुरत तेरी ए बहादुर
दे दूं अपनी उत्सुक जान तेरे आने के खातिर?
कर कुछ ऐसा चमत्कार जो पलते इस स्तिथि को
निडर, हम आगे बढें समृद्धि की ओर !!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
patriotism bordering delirium
she is glad she has lived to witness this unending state of conquest
so she wishes to mark this space here as a tribute to all the winners who have made her want to physically be in Delhi to watch the splendid display of dexterity.
hats off to the boxers. it was a treat to have the national anthem played time and again during the medal ceremony.
kudos to the women who brought home gold at the 4 * 400m relay. BOY! that was a titillating rush of adrenalin. So was the 4*100m men and women.
and not to mention sania nehwall who helped us retain the second position !! - a class apart.
"Australia is home in style as numero uno already. But the real battle is being fought just behind them for the Number 2 slot in the Commonwealth Games medals tally." says an online report.
what makes the aussies numero uno after all!!?
is it their diet? is it some congenial weather? is it a particluar assortment of gene pool? is it the political benevolence?
ARGH!! there seems to be a perspective that is amiss.
the sheer attitude!! that uncompromising pride and love of sports.. that pushes them a notch above their own capabilities.
a painful discovery being many Indian sportmen travelling to Australia for this love of sports and the coaching the country provides to the immaculate sports lovers!!
she wanted to make it big in sports herself at some point in her life... one could tell why she is just writing about it now.. after all she is not an australian!!
so she wishes to mark this space here as a tribute to all the winners who have made her want to physically be in Delhi to watch the splendid display of dexterity.
hats off to the boxers. it was a treat to have the national anthem played time and again during the medal ceremony.
kudos to the women who brought home gold at the 4 * 400m relay. BOY! that was a titillating rush of adrenalin. So was the 4*100m men and women.
and not to mention sania nehwall who helped us retain the second position !! - a class apart.
"Australia is home in style as numero uno already. But the real battle is being fought just behind them for the Number 2 slot in the Commonwealth Games medals tally." says an online report.
what makes the aussies numero uno after all!!?
is it their diet? is it some congenial weather? is it a particluar assortment of gene pool? is it the political benevolence?
ARGH!! there seems to be a perspective that is amiss.
the sheer attitude!! that uncompromising pride and love of sports.. that pushes them a notch above their own capabilities.
a painful discovery being many Indian sportmen travelling to Australia for this love of sports and the coaching the country provides to the immaculate sports lovers!!
she wanted to make it big in sports herself at some point in her life... one could tell why she is just writing about it now.. after all she is not an australian!!
Friday, October 8, 2010
Save our Souls: http://www.dec.org.uk/donate_now/
Despite the despair, dreams don't die: "When school reopens, I will continue working to become a doctor. It's very important for me as I saw my grandmother die paralysed and untreated," says 10-year-old Gulzar, who is living at the camp in Mundhighaz.
She stood there with her eyes wide open
Every part of her hoping
some miracle will engulf this ruin
and restore peace to nature's misdoing
You took away what you gave
Oh mighty Indus, you have left behind a grave!
Many unlucky ones could only watch others flee
relatives and loved ones could do nothing but plea
A momentary anguish for those who died
a perpetual haunting for those who have barely survived
Could there be a worser torment than
never to see your child ever again?
Many a times as soon as a tragedy ends
The scale of its aftermath is too hard to comprehend
8 million are homeless and hungry and still counting
but the grief of just one seems so real and excruciating
Some have set out on an aimless exodus
Swat to the north to Sindh to the south, the wreck is relentless!!
Inspite of the sincere appeals to the locals to evecuate
"WE are bound by our land" they'd retaliate
"It was such a lively place, but I watched it drown before my eyes"
Perhaps its a vacuum that no worldly dominion could suffice
Nature and cosmos have articulated their mighty abilities to create and distort
Every part of her hoping
some miracle will engulf this ruin
and restore peace to nature's misdoing
You took away what you gave
Oh mighty Indus, you have left behind a grave!
Many unlucky ones could only watch others flee
relatives and loved ones could do nothing but plea
A momentary anguish for those who died
a perpetual haunting for those who have barely survived
Could there be a worser torment than
never to see your child ever again?
Many a times as soon as a tragedy ends
The scale of its aftermath is too hard to comprehend
8 million are homeless and hungry and still counting
but the grief of just one seems so real and excruciating
Some have set out on an aimless exodus
Swat to the north to Sindh to the south, the wreck is relentless!!
Inspite of the sincere appeals to the locals to evecuate
"WE are bound by our land" they'd retaliate
"It was such a lively place, but I watched it drown before my eyes"
Perhaps its a vacuum that no worldly dominion could suffice
Nature and cosmos have articulated their mighty abilities to create and distort
oh that reminds her of this conspicuous phrase:
To the dumb question “Why me?” the cosmos barely bothers
to return the reply: Why not?
to return the reply: Why not?
Sunday, October 3, 2010
.....euphoric melancholy
She remembers it clearly!
Oh so clearly... The elation this song brings and the world she obliviously wanders in while listening to the composition....It is a mixture of melancholy and jubiliation... It is as if she were dreaming and she is walking past a field with dense crops followed by an open lawn. One step on the lawn and she feels a gush of cold breeze all over her body lifting her senses up.. Oh, was rapture synonymous to this feeling? The sky was grey with thick black clouds scattered all over. What a picture to admire, she thought!! She fell in love with the moment that she cried to stay still and freeze so the moment would never cease to amaze her. The clouds gave way to tiny bulky droplets of water. She saw them coming towards her. Dare she thought she'd even blink as it separated her from the moment which seemed like an eternity. The first drop hit her cheek and she travelled back in time when her mother planted the first kiss. For hours rain poured drenching her from head to toe but she wouldn't move. As the rain gradually concludes displaying its magnificence, she slowly opens her eyes to verity and hit the 'PLAY' button all over agian :)
Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A Sonnet to second child(hood)
A dedication to Mrs. Kamala Srinivasan and Mr.Srinivasan. She owes all that she is today, to them. She says: RIP Thaatha, I miss you, wish I could tell you how much. I hope you are watching over me, guiding star!She thanks Mr.V for his help in getting this out of her head.
Oh my lady! Oh my dear!
How i wish that you were here
Call your name and you are near
To drive away my fears!
Oh my lady! Oh my dear!
How i wish that you were here
Softly whisper into my ears
And wipe away my tears!
Love like your's is hard to find
You were there for me time after time
You and my Cheenu Thaatha are always on my mind!
Smile and you'll make my day
Gimme reason to celebrate
Hope that you stay the same,
FOREVER AND A DAY!!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
New Frontiers and Friendships or Premise of Prejudice?
अखंडता के नाम पर कलंक! राजनीतिक पतन!
A stigma to the word integrity. A Political downfall.
Though the media is doing what they do best, the patriot in her is unable to fathom the pandemonium in her country. She moved out of her motherland for greener pastures but she will perpetually yearn to run into the arms of her land. Not the one she witnesses now. Cynical, self centred and devoid of egalitarianism.
She is bewildered; Why was Beijing able to complete the Beijing National Stadium much ahead of schedule for the Summer Olympics held in 2008? Why is London all set to deliver the venues for the 2012 summer olympics ONE WHOLE YEAR before the games?
If ruminated the chaos of 2010 commonwealth games (even before it is over) there could be debate on who is the true patriot. The whistle blowing Aiyer or the congressman Kalmadi. Debate on who is right about the compromise made on the sanitation of the village, the Commonwealth Games Federation president Michael Fennel or the secretary general of the Delhi organizing committee, Lalit Bhanot. Oh by the way, he says due to cultural differences, there are different standards about cleanliness in India and the west. WAIT A MINUTE!!!! - WHAAAAT???????? .........and many such baseless arguments like underpaid labour (many sadly, are not alive to tell the tale) under prepared security team which let the ausies to walk in with a bomb prototype (why wont they complain/ withdraw?), several other 'boycotters', with terrorism threat and instances of IPL bombing and the jama masjid.
She is in Glasgow and she can see the preparations of the 2014 games already or should i say completions? What a shame! She is pained and in an inexplicable agony. She does not wish to go deeper into that.
All this chaos stay. But what baffles her the most is this country does not stay united WHATSOEVER. How could it with so called popular writers propagating anti cwg slogans and persuading the readers to boycott the CWG? Thanks to Aiyer our man, and the media devil. Sigh, it seems like a point of no return!!!
She is frustrated with this cluttered system and wishes the country never won the bid. At least her land would not have lost it's self respect. But as she was researching about CWG on the web, she came across this man who has a different perspective (well in most cases) about the whole deal. Here is the link to a good read: http://bit.ly/cluoQJ
Part of her now believes, Indians might just be able to pull this through. After all, they say, Indians are not hard workers, they do not stay in the office and work hard with deadline a day away, instead they party the whole night, come to work with a hangover, sort the issue with a cup of coffee! Far fetched??? I'm sure i will live to tell the tale.
"the accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference"
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