Random thoughts

Omniscient, Invisible and Omnipresent,
or Hogwash, Blind belief and Non-existent.
The debate rages on & on, eternal as the sun,
Continuing as long as mountains stand & rivers run.
Is it proof that you ask for- something solid and tangible,
Which can be dissected & examined,& is measurable & weighable?
Verdant trees, flowers of all hues, the sun beating down on your roof,
And your very own existence- are these not enough proof?
What do you stand to lose, by having faith and believing,
- perhaps a misplaced ego & an arrogant way of thinking.
What do you do at times when all hope seems in vain,
When your brow is furrowed, and you’re in dire pain?

As for me, I breathe easy & sleep more peacefully,
Knowing there’s someone watching over me.

Glittering lights reflect off shiny, swanky cars,
Off bottles of champagne served in plush bars.
Bright cities with slick offices and fashionable malls,
7 Star hotels, multiplexes and grand wedding halls.
Better education, lifestyles, jobs and pay,'
The world's improving each day, they say.
But somehow i find that hard to digest,
As i see plenty that puts my happiness to test.
Starved hands and piteous voices reach out toward
the blatantly indifferent-marching determinedly forward.
Desolate orphaned children wander the streets alone,
Ill-treated, ignored,abused- all of which authorities condone.
Nations are torn apart as terrorists get out of hand,
Creating chaos over age-old prejudice,religion and land.
Screams of terror,wails of sorrow rent, the smoke-filled air,
As they cause untold destruction without so much as turning a hair.
How can we claim that ours is a civilised age-
when men publicly beat up women in fits of rage?
Corruption, injustice and utter selfishness is the order of the day.
In this cloud i find no silver lining, try as hard as i may.
My heart bleeds and i heave a deep sigh,
For our world - that's slowly beginning to die.

written in a weird mood in class -

Peals of laughter, giggles of joy echo around you,

There's a fake smile on your face, but inside you feel blue.

More friends than you can count, more accquaintances than you can name,

But, is there anyone whose attantion you can always claim?

Everyone envies your oh-so-perfect life,

As they crib about their lives- full of problems & strife.

You're outgoing, popular, with good friends & a great family,

Outwardly chirpily cheerful - you look as happy as can be.

Yet- sometimes, do you feel a shadow cross your heart,

Do depression & misery pierce you like a dart ??

Are you assailed by self-doubt, does despair plague you?

Are you gnawed by confusion- till you dont know what to do?

But- you barely ever let it show on your face...

A plastic mask covers you, like a veil of lace.

In your busy lives have you ever found,
the time to stop, pause and look around?
to gaze at stars against a velvet black night,
& feel the enchantment of their twinkling light.
Have you heard the beckoning of the ocean,
or witnessed the grace of waves in motion.
Have you found yourself taking delight,
in tracing the glide of a bird's flight.
A buzz of bees, a flutter of butterflies,
a soft breeze that gently sighs,
the bubbling of a brook, the gurgling of a spring,
dark rain clouds and the promises they bring.
Playful dogs and gamboling puppies,
kittens with balls of string to tease.
Animals of every description and size,
from stately elephants to tiny mice.
Every leaf and feather, every stone and shell,
each one a miracle, - a marvel.
Don't you see, we ought to be grateful..
for this world of ours- 'tis truly wonderful.

My day begins way too early for my liking, college being bang in the middle of nowhere- away from civilized dwellings, us poor students have to be up at the crack of dawn to get to the bus stop on time. In spite of the early rising, i usually end up chasing after my bus and jumping in when it stops at a signal, panting & breathless. Nice start to a day , don’t you think ? :)

Then, there’s the bus journey itself, which isn’t exactly comfortable- far from it really. The drivers seem to delight in scaring us out of our wits with their driving skills- or rather their lack of them. And the buses themselves- they make our MTC’s seem like the heights of luxury. Well, maybe we not all of them. There are a couple or so deluxe buses, but by some quirk of fate, i never get to travel in them and always end up in the rickety old ones. sigh.


Finally we get to coll, in a single piece and without too many heart attack cases. Once classes begin at 9, ppl generously make up for their lost sleep, much to the annoyance of the profs. They expect us to be all bright and chirpy early in the morning…. i guess that’s how ppl are on their home planet :) . Most of them have given up on us now as hopeless cases. All they ask is for us to let them teach in peace, for the super enthusiastic ppl in the first row. Some profs tho insist on askin us questions to make sure we go home and study our “notes”. Obviosly these sessions aren’t too successful. And then, there’s lab. For some, this means groans , sweat and khakhi overcoats. But for us lucky ones , it is a three hour long relaxation period in an air-conditioned lab, spent staring vacantly into free space, copying programs from the board/classmates , or playing games on the comp.


We have 3 breaks, to relieve the monotony of the day. The moment the prof leaves, ppl who were sound asleep and snoring are up and racing to the canteen before you can say “sambar saadam” ! The short breaks have ppl queueing up for the .. umm.. delicious .. puff. Half-burnt, with weird veggies(among other things) , enough oil to fry an elephant.. & yet mouth-watering. Lunch time calls for the standard ‘meals’ or the ‘variety rice’ of the day. At 3,45 once more the canteen’s crowded to bursting point, with ppl stocking up on chocolates, biscuits , appys and frootis for the looong an tiring journey back home.


A day filled with laughs & frowns. due assignments, late records and lame excuses. strict profs, grilling sessions and smothered giggles. passing notes, msging and writing observation under the desk. teasing, shouting and ragging. Races to the canteen, rushing back on time and eating in class. getting od forms signed and pleading for free hours. bunking class, getting caught and getting ur id card confiscated. The good, the bad and the ugly sides of coll …- in just another day in SVCE. :)

well, ive been blogging for about a year and a half now... on minglebox though. Was pretty happy with it for a while, but it has such a limited network.. ive been toying with the idea of creating a blog here, but kept putting it off cause i havent had much time.. but today, ive finally done it.. so, yay me! :) grin.. anyway, here goes . here's hoping i remember to keep blogging!!

cheers
tulasi