“Content and satisfied
Yet incomplete and lost;
Love life philosophy
Yet money making practicality;
Impressed at the first sight
Yet the prejudices stay relate;
Truth remains a fact
Yet post-truth the reality.”
“Flying high away in freedom,
The birds find their way in the blue,
A clarion call amid the silence,
And the flock gets ready to glue.
The breeze from within the gather
Catches the eye of an aged soul,
Famished and battered by slavery
His old eyes glitter at sight of one whole.
The idea spells fire in the hearts
And the minds of the ravaged, the conquered,
It strikes deep within a place called hope
As the heads long fallen rise towards the sky.
The wind kisses their zeal, enriches their spirit,
As they gather together under the old man
To march their union, to show their solidarity
To make themselves the master of their own fate.
They stand their peace, they hold their chain,
With their sight in place for freedom and freedom alone,
They gather their courage, they bury their hatchet,
To see the long whisper become a roar again.”
“Did you see the rainbow in the morning?” enquired Tara with her curious eyes still stuck to the sky.
“I was too immersed in the drizzle that I failed to notice it” Neera replies back as she continues tapping her hands playfully over the pool of water that had formed in the verandah.
“There was a faint lightning that I could see around the rainbow, it was like the story Kishore ji was trying to tell, the story of Lord Indra. Do you remember?” hinted back Tara.
“I do. The story where Masterji had said that when there is a war in heaven, Lord Indra uses his thunderbolt weapon to destroy the evil forces and thus causing lightning in the sky” Neera still wondering as she says; why rain, which comes after lightning, is so beautiful and serene; how could war provide something as beautiful as the rain?
“Do you believe in this story Neera?” It was as if Tara knew exactly what her little sister was thinking.
“I really don’t know. War never produces beautiful things, it only takes our close people away. It can never produce something as beautiful as rain, it surely can’t” Neera answers as she moves closer to her elder sister, though only by a year.
“Neither do I believe in it” Tara replies with her vision moving towards the sky again as she holds her sister close. Her eyes carry a bit of gloom as if she is praying for someone’s safe return, who she knows clearly will never return.
In the meantime, a woman cladded in a white saree with her hair tied closely behind her back with a faint fickle of greyness in her hair walks up to the verandah of her home where the two little girls are sitting and gazing the innocent sky above.
“Neera, Tara, It’s going to rain, and you don’t want to get yourself sick again. So rush down, there are hot jalebis which your grandfather has brought. Go eat them before they become cold” the lady, their mother said in full authority yet with love.
As the little girls in their pre-teens run down, the lady stands there for a while. Trying to savour an old memory which she had shared with her deceased husband in the past. It brings up a smile on her face but a sense of anguish runs parallel with that beautiful smile of hers as she walks her way back down.
We find a hustle in the house, complimented with cheers by the little girls as they play with their grandpa while relishing their jalebis with a wide smile. The one storey house was slowly returning back to become their home again; it was over an year since Major Rajdeep had been killed in an enemy crossfire at the border, leaving behind his two daughters, wife and an ailing father.
“I dare say, I speak for defiance,
I speak of winning and conquering,
I dare say again, I speak of truth,
I speak for peace and harmony,
I doublespeak; I make my notions
I make history according to present,
I am no devil, I only create it out of you.”
There seems a lot to tinker,
There seems a lot to aspire,
But they all seem a little less
When it’s the time to inspire.
You think inspiring is about words,
Like narrating a scene set in a picturesque town,
But I ought to differ, I differ like the many before,
I differ to be different yet true.
I differ because I believe it’s the emotion
That sets the ball rolling,
That sets the belief in others
To be different, to be special.
That’s what inspiring is to me,
That’s what I see and try to see
In things small or big, kind or rude,
The very ones which leave me unmoved.
It’s there in the winter wind, it’s there among the sunshine,
It’s in the eye of your newborn, it’s in the eye of your enemy,
I beg to differ and would stand my ground
For you to realise that it’s the emotion which we need to embrace.
True to the place where I started, True to the time which I felt less,
I stand now with many emotions around,
Waiting to inspire many who saw the other way,
I think it’s time to set the ball rolling, I think it’s time to feel alive again.
India, a country of 1.2 billion people with a demographic dividend of over 60% of its population. The country goes to poll, Election 2014 where we see a single political party garnering majority number of seats, since 1984. The issues raised during the campaign were governance, anti-corruption and other pragmatic issues which are significant in today’s times. The point which i would like to stress is that almost all parties, though tried wooing the voters on communal basis to an extent, concentrated mostly on the current issues faced by a common man. And these ideas were brought by the voters too. The change which we are witnessing, along with the high turnout of the country’s youth for voting is quite different from the past elections, making it very important for our future.
How is it important?
The demographic dividend can be utilized only when the government creates those opportunities for the public to utilize while the public needs to stand up to make an avail of it. This seems to be happening, because once public stands up for the grass root problems, the government will have to follow.
The Election involving a billion votes had opened a box full of opportunities not for the fact that a particular party has come to power, but for the reason that people are coming of age. They are becoming more and more vigil, when they give an opportunity to someone they do expect their returns. It would be a uphill task for the government to be sworn in to address the expectations of the people, a billion in number.