When the rain cries
And the sun smiles,
Colours break free.
And I step out
In quest of the
Pot of gold
Does it exist?
A paradox
And the sun smiles,
Colours break free.
And I step out
In quest of the
Pot of gold
Does it exist?
A paradox
Thursday, 11 April 2019
I am a leaf. 30Sep2017
I am a leaf
I was green although
I may seem yellow now
I felt the sunshine on my face
I feel it bore a hole in me now
I chose not to wither
I fell anyway
I may sound like the crackle beneath your feet but
I will not be trampled upon
I choose to fly with the wind
I was green although
I may seem yellow now
I felt the sunshine on my face
I feel it bore a hole in me now
I chose not to wither
I fell anyway
I may sound like the crackle beneath your feet but
I will not be trampled upon
I choose to fly with the wind
Silence screams. 29Jan2018
All I can say is that I know
What I need to know
What I need to know
is what to say
now that I know
I don't know what to say
And between knowing and not saying
My life went by...
Without doing anything about what I know
And could not say
now that I know
I don't know what to say
And between knowing and not saying
My life went by...
Without doing anything about what I know
And could not say
Just be normal. 7 May 2018
Storm in. Storm out.
What is with you?
Can't you come in normally
And leave without a fuss
Must you leave a trail
Of destruction and dejection
Behind you, because of you?
Was there a calm before you came?
Will there be one when you leave?
Does it matter?
What is with you?
Can't you come in normally
And leave without a fuss
Must you leave a trail
Of destruction and dejection
Behind you, because of you?
Was there a calm before you came?
Will there be one when you leave?
Does it matter?
You can count on me
I want to tell you with all sincerity
If you ever, need to share anything with me, anything at all, at any time, I'm there for you. You can trust me.
If you feel down and out and need to cry, my shoulder is there for you.
You can count on me.
If you need to vent what you're feeling, be it frustration, anger at anyone, even if it's me, you can offload onto me. I volunteer.
You can talk to me.
If you're hurting about something and you need some space, I'll wait outside till you let me in. I'll help you get through the pain.
You can bank on me.
You may not need me today and I hope you never do. But if you do, ever at all, or everyday, I will find time for you.
You matter to me.
I pray that you are always happy and the smile that makes others happy never fades. But if it does curve down, I'll do my bit to flip it back up.
Do know I will.
Keep this, somewhere, so you remember.
You may have many, just saying this is me.
I come with no conditions.
And expect nothing.
I'm here to relieve pressure
Not apply any.
You made me a friend.
I have no frills.
If you ever, need to share anything with me, anything at all, at any time, I'm there for you. You can trust me.
If you feel down and out and need to cry, my shoulder is there for you.
You can count on me.
If you need to vent what you're feeling, be it frustration, anger at anyone, even if it's me, you can offload onto me. I volunteer.
You can talk to me.
If you're hurting about something and you need some space, I'll wait outside till you let me in. I'll help you get through the pain.
You can bank on me.
You may not need me today and I hope you never do. But if you do, ever at all, or everyday, I will find time for you.
You matter to me.
I pray that you are always happy and the smile that makes others happy never fades. But if it does curve down, I'll do my bit to flip it back up.
Do know I will.
Keep this, somewhere, so you remember.
You may have many, just saying this is me.
I come with no conditions.
And expect nothing.
I'm here to relieve pressure
Not apply any.
You made me a friend.
I have no frills.
Why wait. . 29 May 2018
Obituaries for the dead need to be replaced by odes to the living.
If we knew what people would say when we died, we might just decide it is worth living.
In this day and age of instant communication, where every human being projects an image, an emotion, a thought, an idea, to people at large, we find that we are able to communicate with a large number of people but unable to communicate with the people that matter most in our lives on a one to one basis. Even while together, we are not together because we are busy communicating with so many others. Life decisions are, however taken with only a few. There are only a few who can affect you or get affected by you. Have we lost focus in our relationships, especially in those that matter or those that have the power to affect us or even be affected by us. We cannot choose to be born but we are increasingly choosing to die. Why do we give so much importance to the here and now, when our journey is much longer. What give us the right to take a life, even if it is our own?
And if it is the here and now that must affect us, then let it impact us positively. Let us remember the good and stop dwelling on the bad. Let us appreciate the small things that makes us happy and do small things that make others around us happy.. Listen more, talk more, understand the most.
We lost one of the finest in UP police today. He shot himself with his service weapon. It is so sad he had nobody to share with, about what he might have been going through...
The beautiful words being spoken about him now by everyone.... Had they told him when he was alive, he might have felt better about his situation and self worth....
I repeat..
I feel more than *obituaries to the dead*, we should shift focus to *odes to the living*
Focus on what is great about someone and appreciate that instead of dwelling on what is bad.
It might save lives.
So much to learn
😔
I want to tell you with all
Obituaries for the dead need to be replaced by odes to the living.
If we knew what people would say when we died, we might just decide it is worth living.
In this day and age of instant communication, where every human being projects an image, an emotion, a thought, an idea, to people at large, we find that we are able to communicate with a large number of people but unable to communicate with the people that matter most in our lives on a one to one basis. Even while together, we are not together because we are busy communicating with so many others. Life decisions are, however taken with only a few. There are only a few who can affect you or get affected by you. Have we lost focus in our relationships, especially in those that matter or those that have the power to affect us or even be affected by us. We cannot choose to be born but we are increasingly choosing to die. Why do we give so much importance to the here and now, when our journey is much longer. What give us the right to take a life, even if it is our own?
And if it is the here and now that must affect us, then let it impact us positively. Let us remember the good and stop dwelling on the bad. Let us appreciate the small things that makes us happy and do small things that make others around us happy.. Listen more, talk more, understand the most.
We lost one of the finest in UP police today. He shot himself with his service weapon. It is so sad he had nobody to share with, about what he might have been going through...
The beautiful words being spoken about him now by everyone.... Had they told him when he was alive, he might have felt better about his situation and self worth....
I repeat..
I feel more than *obituaries to the dead*, we should shift focus to *odes to the living*
Focus on what is great about someone and appreciate that instead of dwelling on what is bad.
It might save lives.
So much to learn
😔
The passing of Madhukar. 8Jan2019
I am still in shock.
When one feels as bereaved as the next person, then who can comfort whom. There are no words that can actually describe the persona that was Madhukar or even attempt to articulate the grief that his passing has caused.
When words fail, tears help.
But when one thinks of Madhukar watching from above with that peaceful expression on his face, one feels that tears are also so trivial. He was far above words and tears.
I know that if he knew that he would cause so much grief when he died, he would have done everything in his power to live on.
So I am going to try and celebrate his life instead.
Madhukar Shetty was my probationer. I say this with a sense of immense pride. I met him 4 months ago when he invited me to take some sessions with participants of a course he was coordinating. I have taken many sessions in NPA earlier but the fact that Madhukar found me worthy of teaching his course gave me a sense of satisfaction like no other. It was validation to say the least. After his beautiful introduction, I also reintroduced him to his own course. I thought the officers should know what an inspiring course coordinator they had.
Madhukar was one of my fittest and finest probationers. His shy smile and kind eyes endeared him to one and all. He rarely spoke but when he did, everyone stopped and listened. His questions were soul searching, his conviction was rock solid, his sense of rvice was completely selfless and his sense of fairnesswas unquestionable. An epitome of dignity, clarity of thought, integrity and maturity, inspiring, to say the least, Madhukar was an evolved soul.
I will miss him always. I used to often relate stories of his high moral and ethical standards in my classes with probationers as well as senior courses. I remember how he walked up to the track judges after they had adjudged his Squad 3 relay team the winners in the Annual Athletic Meet at NPA and told them they had made a mistake and that he could clearly see that the other competitor has tipped the tape before he did and so was the rightful winner. 20 points given without batting an eyelid. His sense of right and wrong was absolute. He never had an ethical dilemma.
Madhukar Shetty made his father, family, friends, colleagues and service proud. I'm sure he's watching and smiling from above. I think he had only this much left to live in this never ending cycle of life and death. It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts. It's as though he knew he had only this much time and he decided to be the benchmark that he thought the Indian Police Service should attain.
I hear that a village was named after him, that the police training college will be named after him and many more such awe inspiring stories keep trickling in. But I do know one thing that he would never like and I hope that NPA will honour his wishes and NOT name a trophy after him. Madhukar was very sad one day and came to me talk about how he felt that trophies should be done away with in NPA as it caused only negativity and a sense of unhealthy competition that shifts focus from the spirit of service and teamwork to individualism and selfishness. It pained him greatly. I would not want his memory to be trivialised such.
The spirit of Madhukar cannot die. It will live on, in the deeds of all those who he has touched in his meaningful life, in the words of all those whom he has inspired and in the thoughts of all those who loved him for what he was as also what he wasn't.
Anna you will always stand tall.
Suvarna, Saamya he's there somewhere, watching over you, concerned, wanting you to be strong, wanting you to smile..
My words fail me once again, let the tears take over....
When one feels as bereaved as the next person, then who can comfort whom. There are no words that can actually describe the persona that was Madhukar or even attempt to articulate the grief that his passing has caused.
When words fail, tears help.
But when one thinks of Madhukar watching from above with that peaceful expression on his face, one feels that tears are also so trivial. He was far above words and tears.
I know that if he knew that he would cause so much grief when he died, he would have done everything in his power to live on.
So I am going to try and celebrate his life instead.
Madhukar Shetty was my probationer. I say this with a sense of immense pride. I met him 4 months ago when he invited me to take some sessions with participants of a course he was coordinating. I have taken many sessions in NPA earlier but the fact that Madhukar found me worthy of teaching his course gave me a sense of satisfaction like no other. It was validation to say the least. After his beautiful introduction, I also reintroduced him to his own course. I thought the officers should know what an inspiring course coordinator they had.
Madhukar was one of my fittest and finest probationers. His shy smile and kind eyes endeared him to one and all. He rarely spoke but when he did, everyone stopped and listened. His questions were soul searching, his conviction was rock solid, his sense of rvice was completely selfless and his sense of fairnesswas unquestionable. An epitome of dignity, clarity of thought, integrity and maturity, inspiring, to say the least, Madhukar was an evolved soul.
I will miss him always. I used to often relate stories of his high moral and ethical standards in my classes with probationers as well as senior courses. I remember how he walked up to the track judges after they had adjudged his Squad 3 relay team the winners in the Annual Athletic Meet at NPA and told them they had made a mistake and that he could clearly see that the other competitor has tipped the tape before he did and so was the rightful winner. 20 points given without batting an eyelid. His sense of right and wrong was absolute. He never had an ethical dilemma.
Madhukar Shetty made his father, family, friends, colleagues and service proud. I'm sure he's watching and smiling from above. I think he had only this much left to live in this never ending cycle of life and death. It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts. It's as though he knew he had only this much time and he decided to be the benchmark that he thought the Indian Police Service should attain.
I hear that a village was named after him, that the police training college will be named after him and many more such awe inspiring stories keep trickling in. But I do know one thing that he would never like and I hope that NPA will honour his wishes and NOT name a trophy after him. Madhukar was very sad one day and came to me talk about how he felt that trophies should be done away with in NPA as it caused only negativity and a sense of unhealthy competition that shifts focus from the spirit of service and teamwork to individualism and selfishness. It pained him greatly. I would not want his memory to be trivialised such.
The spirit of Madhukar cannot die. It will live on, in the deeds of all those who he has touched in his meaningful life, in the words of all those whom he has inspired and in the thoughts of all those who loved him for what he was as also what he wasn't.
Anna you will always stand tall.
Suvarna, Saamya he's there somewhere, watching over you, concerned, wanting you to be strong, wanting you to smile..
My words fail me once again, let the tears take over....
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