Lil Red Ridin Hood

I dont feel so good...
like the little red riding hood...
walking into terrors unknown..
seeds of which destiny has sown...

my heart encaged by grimace...
the emotion betrayed by my face..

o when O lord.. vil I find some solace?
when will u end this meandering chase...
the road to which seems spell binding...
n yet the path seems so winding

the time to rend and sew should be nigh...
for its never too late to forgive and forget
yet my heart rebels eternally its plight
and detests to walk a path so set...

Should I lay down my oars and call it a day...
or should I prepare to keep the doubts at bay...

Should I listen to the eternal song of glory..
or I continue to listen to the monotone so hoary?

but to find my Holy grail...
I will have to follow the trail...

but to find my peace and bliss...
until death blows me a kiss...

I shall strive to venture where my heart is keen...
do the forbidden, speak the unsaid,
hear the unheard, see the unseen,
so I can lay happy on my deathbed...

This poem is not mine...however I m puttin it here...hope the writer wont mind :)

Cosmic Relative Grading

I recently had a glance at some ideas proposed by one Peter Lynds, a physicist who claims that the universe itself is cyclical in nature, with a never ending sequence of Big Bangs & Big Crunches. ( During a Big Crunch, the universe collapse upon itself, before the next Big Bang occurs)

He also proposes that "all events and times in the universe are already mapped out". Now this gives rise to a disconcerting thought, that the way our lives will play out is also determined, and that perhaps we have lived this life countless times over. While I don't know how we will reconcile this with our religious beliefs, I feel that there is one possibility which I will discuss below. Now these ideas are entirely my own creation, and therefore should be taken with a bucketful of salt.

The traditional way of thinking would be to think that there is no room for change, that we are simply playing our assigned roles, the fatalist viewpoint.The 'whatever happens is for our good', ' God is testing us', 'Everything is written on our forehead' etc viewpoints.

There is another possibility, I believe that God designed the universe as a zero sum entity, incorporating a Cosmic Relative Grading.This theory supposes that while there is room for individual lives to unravel differently, the sum total of our activities should be the same. Thus , if we are to develop ourselves, and achieve something more than what we were supposed to, someone else needs to be an under achiever. As an MBA student, I am kinda partial towards the wickedness of this idea, and this to my mind, is perhaps THE answer.

One thing is almost certain, life is not a fairy tale, where every one is achieving the best is not possible, and this is a fact known to man, however he may try to deny it. We may call it whatever we want, survival of the fittest,fate etc. What we can however do is to ensure that the spread of riches is more uniform than it is now, to try and see that no one flunks the course called life.

As Gandhiji put it "There is enough on earth for everybody's need not for everyone's greed."

School Bus Journeys

While on my last trip home, I had occasion to travel in a bus during the post School hours. I had dozed off, and was nodding in peace, when suddenly I was hit by something heavy. I woke up with a jerk, only to see that the bus was being taken over by a horde of school kids.

One shy chap, quite short and thin was being shoved by the conductor and a few bigger kids, and the poor lad was falling over me. I asked him if he wanted me to hold his bag for him, and with a grateful grin he handed it over to me. As the bus toiled on, I started recollecting the various modes of transport I had taken to reach school over the years....

The earliest vahana was the cycle rickshaw which carried me to school as a UKG student. The rickshaw had a wooden plank which was the second 'seat', and we would sit on the cushioned seat and the plank in turn.. and we had various strategies, some would prefer to keep the more comfortable journey for the return trip, while others would sit comfortably while going to school, hoping they would get lucky while returning.

Then there were the series of buses, public and school, which were used over the years. Travelling on the footboard of a BTC ( Bangalore Transport Corporation) bus was fun as was perfecting the art of cajoling lifts from 2 wheelers....aah, those were the days :)

My reverie ended when the kid tapped my shoulder and collected his bag. Watching him wrestle his way to the entrance, I smiled.....