My Childhood. . .

 I slept in childhood of my life           

My eyes shut to dark world

Under the covers of the veil of mom

In the protective arms of dad

Not a bad thought rung through my ears

Every bit around looked cheerful and glad

The sun shown brighter by day

The night would come alive to twinkle

The altitude of esteem

Was the height of swings

The only loss suffered

Was in low marks and grades

The agitation aroused only to win a race

The unpolished shoes would bring disgrace

Pride was in having a pencil

With a rubber at the end

Worry was when a crayon we had to lend

Good day was getting an extra candy from a friend

Bad day was hearing ‘katti’ from her

Scary were the boogeyman stories

And the darkness where he lurked

Though never ever seen by me

To make me eat my supper it always worked

Adventure was buzzing through the roads

Upon my own cycle gifted by dad

Rain was meant to bathe one more time

To make paper boats

And to bring out that funny sound with wet shoes

And laugh it away merrily and happily

Love was a tight hug

And sleeping on the lap of mom

Seeping down slowly to her

Melodies, songs and lullabies

Love was one more chapatti,

Some more rice

Pampering me through teds and toys                

Courage was to say out the marks to mom

And promise to get better next time

Pain was a wound on the knee

Cry was when mom would be away for some time

Fear was to be without her

Even though there were

Many to take care

But I searched for her everywhere

Saying, “mumma k pas jana hai”

That was my childhood

Preserved and preached in dreams

Now I have been woken up

To be beyond the other side of veil

Sometimes I just ask her,

“Mumma, can I sleep for some more time?”

And She brings down the veil of sleep

Same way as she used to then

But this time only

To wake me up again

Not in the repository of childhood

But with eyes wide open

Out to the dark world.

      Lots and Lots of Lost Minds

"Where are my specs? Beta did you see them"

"No mom!", I reply from the other room.

"I can't see anything without it!, Help me find it beta"

"Mom, you are wearing it on your forehead!"

Recalled something?? May be it happened to you too. Not only with specs but with your phone, wallet, keys and many such small items which we don't give a damn about, but when we loose them we start banging our heads and heels!

100% presence of mind is impossible. You always tend to miss out something somewhere. You get carried away by thoughts. One moment you are thinking of something important and the other moment thoughts, as mere as about color, designs, patterns, people are brimming in your heads.

Another incident i collect out of it.

Previous day i was heading to my room, climbing stairs. It is on second floor and there is terrace over it. My friend who lives on the same corridor was few steps ahead of me.I reached my floor and started walking towards my room, whereas she started climbing another set of stairs. I was wondering if she really wanted to go to terrace,since it was quite sunny.Before i could think of anything else i heard her shout -"Oh shit! where am i going?!! OH Shit!"

Thoughts occupy us all the time. Even when we are conscious or subconscious, they effect our behavior, our deeds and the way we perceive the outside world, thus shaping our own.

There is a whole pool of thoughts and you are swimming in it all the time,most of the time lost!

So why don't you all collect yours and put it here on Collection of Thoughts. 

Let me know what are you thinking right now!

Marijuana_Nation!

    

  












The other day I was going through this post on facebook on a page called The Frustrated Indians.  The topic of the post was Marijuana Nation.  Regardless to say the topic dealt with Marijuana,  Bhang, Cannabis all of which are synonyms to  drugs. Instead, there the topic dealt with more of    benefits rather than the ill effects of the drugs.

 The bhang was associated with Lord Shiva,an element to calm down his unleashing and uncontrollable powers. One of the comments on the post that grabbed my attention read as ‘Man made alcohol and God made weed. Whom shall we trust?’ Apparently people have made up their minds, thinking that if God has got a substitute for leisure then why can’t we. Apart from giving them absolutely no reason to laugh whole heartedly marijuana as they claim relaxes them physically and mentally. With its increased usage among students just before studying, they have to say that it helps them concentrate better and so it does but, Do they remember that it damages the memory retention power as well. Yeah! Absolutely they know, but that is in a long run of time, we will see to that later, out comes the reply in defence. What about the damage to the lungs, the brain cells? I have often asked such people. Guess what! They have a copy of an article in TOI about the yearly deaths caused by drugs which show the number of deaths caused by weed as nil.

I am speechless! There is no good reason why they should shun its usage. So in the name of Bhole Baba ka Prasad or Baba Ji ki Buti, people especially college students, are drawing breaths through their chillums and laughing the smoke out, and there seems no way to stop them.

A MATTER OF FACT

Research suggests that there is a relationship between academic performance and adolescent substance use. Students who use alcohol or drugs have been shown to be at greater risk for performing poorly in school, and vice versa.^1-4 The National Survey on Drug Use and Health (NSDUH) asks youths aged 12 to 17 who reported being enrolled in school during the past year about their average grades during the last semester or grading period.⁵ NSDUH also includes questions on the use of alcohol and marijuana during the month prior to the interview. Binge alcohol use is defined as drinking five or more drinks on the same occasion (i.e., at the same time or within a couple of hours of each other) on at least 1 day in the past 30 days.

This report examines the differences in self-reported academic performance (i.e., average grades in the last semester or grading period) among students aged 12 to 17 by gender, age, and substance use. All findings are annual averages based on combined 2002, 2003, and 2004 NSDUH data.

 Hey guys! Here is another one. Its called Voice of The Beat. This one is one of my favorites. Read it on..

 Voice Of The Beat

                        

In the night i witness your Heartbeat

Louder than the sound of silence

I feel mine too...in rhythm with the thumps 

of yours

Sequentially one after the other

Calm and well saved...from days work

I witness your Heartbeat

The dark allows me to see nothing

Allows me to feel all

Disdain me from distraction

Brings me near, to your heart

I listen to it..

Working even night shifts

To keep you alive...me alive

Each beat not a lesser one

But retaining the will...

The force to breathe, to survive

It says it will beat until its time runs away

It says it will try tirelessly till it can no more

It says it will race and then slip pass when eyes behold

And then start living all over again with just a glance of you

It says it can prove fatal when it bleeds through

Realistic though imaginative too

When it will miss you..

I know it... I know what it says

No..I don't figure out or see

Its just that long ago i vowed

Mine to you and your heart lies with me...

GRATITUDE

If i die young
Through a hailing calamity
Some excruciating pain
Some forbidden suffering...
Don't let mom know
Don't let dad know
Don't let bro know
as their love i couldn't pay
If an early farewell they see
 Forgive me..
Now here in death i lay
Just let my friends be there
Surrounded by them in death
By my side when i count my breadth..
When i get cold they hold me through night
When i get stiff they hug me tight
When i bleed thick they give me hope
When death takes hold they tell me to fight..
My foes i forgive
For i won't carry their burden
My love i forget for i never found 'him'
They who stayed and supported,
Even when hailed the hardest turmoil 
As fierce as fire,
Shall be with me
N now they are..
Even when time sways far,
Too far to come back by will
Too far that now i am still.
I carry nothing abode
No burden no load
A day if so might be
Not day but dark
May not get the opportunity..
Thus before the holy call
With a gratitude i bestow you all
For being there when i needed you most
In grief and despair,
In fun and fair,
Far or near,
All time... 
Thanks Yar....:)