Saturday, October 20, 2007

Wah re Media!

Another stagnant,bleary Saturday afternoon...I pick up my copy of the newspaper and skim through the headlines.Splashed across the front page are photographs including a blurb about the recent blasts in Karachi. Slightly reeling from the thrust of the gory images, I feel a familiar rage simmering inside me. Not surprisingly, all that anger is directed not at the law-breakers,but the media at its manipulative best. It does seem to have a penchant for sensationalizing the slightest scrap of news it can pick up. And right across the front page.>Despite the hope we accrue from a delighted observation of improving conditions of life, the media kills a spirit of optimism in the most of us. Oh,the media definitely does print articles which have a feel good factor about them. But on page 5 or 11..hidden behind a sheath of depressing incidents that occured a day earlier. I try hard ,in vain, to apprehend what instigates/inspires them to print articles conveying unrest and dissatisfaction before the ones that spread good cheer.Undoubtedly,it IS the duty of the newspapers to inform their readers of the important events, of every kind, around the globe.All I ask for is some social consciousness on their part.If they do have a power to influence public opinion, why not make that constructive? Why not break the fall with a cushion over hard ground?

Friday, October 19, 2007

Lyrics of 'Vienna'

Lyrics that have always struck me hard every time I listened to them..

Slow down you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you're so smart tell me
whyAre you still so afraid?

Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out
You got so much to do and only
So many hours in a day

But you know that when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or you can just get old
You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through

When will you realize...Vienna waits for you

Slow down you're doing fine
You can't be everything you want to be
Before your time
Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight
Too bad but it's the life you lead

You're so ahead of yourself
That you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you're wrong
You know you can't always see when you're right

You got your passion you got your pride
But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?
Dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true

When will you realizeVienna waits for you
Slow down you crazy child

Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while
It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two

When will you realize...Vienna waits for you.

A freedom movement for women??

One of the most cliched topics i've heard and more often than not,I find it useless to discuss it. The usual ramblings about "How women are more independent now and how they are making a mark in every field previously dominated by men"..Somehow,I find the essence of feminity fading away in the quest by women to prove themselves as equals.
A lot of them have unconsciously decided that to 'attain the status' of a man,one must accomplish everything that a male can to the same degree(not higher,but same). If men find mountaineering challenging and fun, we must do it so that we can prove ourselves as parallels..Sadly, the idea of freedom has been quashed under the weight of such an attitude as we chain our actions to what men do and think.
Well,what can i say? Women are women.If they think like they have been designed to, placing family above personal goals, housekeeping over the assignments at work, a love for the arts equivalent to or over cannot be judged as a lack of ambition,just as a difference in priorities. Women have to appreciate the fact that their role's a lot more challenging yet done with ease. Even if that role may be considered inferior by 'society', there's no reason whatsoever to compell women to think alike.
She who belongs to the gentle sex needn't immerse herself in pursuit of the much-sought after ambitions of a man, unless the interest is genuine.She could just be herself.

Footsteps on the Sand...

A soothing murmur fills the air
As the waves entrance the shore
Streaks of white across the blue
A glimmer of gold around the core

They bring with them little bits of tales
On the sands, of time, they lay
Pebbles, creatures, carved shells by
Sand castles and bottles cast away

Overwhelmed by the enchantment around
I sit down and play with the grains of sand
Sobered by the lull I hear
I’m transported to another land

Lost in a reverie,
Contemplating life in its stead
We struggle away the years we have
Only to comprehend life on our deathbed.

The goals we choose, the dreams we chase
Strife and struggle, fantasy and frolic
Volatile as every moment ticks away
Reality seems so ironic.

We strive to plan the entire schedule
And fate proposes another route
Although the futility dawns on us,
We pester our children to follow suit

Our desires never seem to cease
Despite needs fulfilled, we still want more.
We forget that it’s the game that counts,
And not the final score.

The links of love, we all craft
To end most as a severing of ties
Another bitter moment in the saga of life
Are these the signs of ‘being wise’?

Perhaps it’s not about the end
The journey maybe the true essence
Like a ride in a rollercoaster
What matters most is the experience.

From the web of thoughts, I emerge
Awakened by a distant call
I walk back along the path I came
Restoring my verve with every footfall.