it's all about communication and effectively getting a message out....
well, really, i need to learn my manners! i'm talking about Live Earth and the climate condition... if you try to spread a message like live earth's, then you have to take into consideration the fact that all our world's population does not reside in the developed countries, does not listen to english rock and pop music, does not care about Al Gore and definitely does not want extra expenses.
it's that population that is most ignorant of the state of everything that needs to be alerted about the consequences awaiting us if we continue this way...
it is only if the developing nations try to lower their consumption of coal and other fossil fuels, if they start taking more care of their surroundings, if they decide to consciously live clean that any difference in this status will be seen....
and when they do, that will be heaven on earth. a green and fresh heaven for us all!

Order and Chaos

Spin sun,
spin around the moon
and light up the fireflies
that herald the end of june.

Dance little world,
dance in blissful agony
because there's no peace anywhere,
no semblance of harmony.

Descend haughty gods,
descend to this mortal land
and see what has been done
by man's cuel hand.

Fly sweet Gaya,
fly to a place
that will offer you asylum
in the face of disgrage.

Live cold humans,
live and make merry
for soon there will be naught
at the end of your hurry.

Strike out pale moon,
strike out and make cold
with the fingers of peace
the raging heart of the human soul.

she

Sluggishly she peeps up

from under the warm covers,

her dreams sent to a distant realm

by the beams of sunlight

that compel her to start her day.

Slowly she raises herself

and begins her endless chores

thinking, at each step,

'when will the night,

my endless day, slay?'

her thoughts begin to circle

around her problems

of existance,

trivialities, certainties too,

crowding her mind,

weighing down her spirit.

Shackled to her fate,

she decides to be subservient,

never daring to think

of the golden nectar of freedom.

She is a butterfly,

waiting to break free

from the confines of her cocoon

that smother her,

killing every free vision she sees.

But suddenly

she realises that

her fate, her very destiny

are in her own hands

that they need to be moulded,

shaped like soft clay

under the hands of a skilfull potter.

She, hesitantly,

takes the sword of independence

and strikes one fatal blow

to the manacles, the chains

that weigh her wings down.

Soon she is flying, soaring,

reaching new heights,

securing for herself the glories

that she once was denied.

Slowly the night creeps back,

but she does not heave

a sigh of relief or gratitude.

She wants, now, a new day

she waits for the sunlight

that "compels" her to start her day,

banishing the nightmares from her past

to the dark abyss

where she will never return.

what makes me happy...

In every peer group, there's politics. there's
bitching and backbiting and then turning around
and hiding those fiercely sharp talons under soft
smiles and hollow camaraderie. and it's not just
us girls...the guys are as bad, worse even. they're
brutally competetive. sometimes it led me to
wonder...is it just a fleeting fancy that draws a
group of people together or is there something
deeper?then it all changed. i found a group that was
honest to me, as a person. there was constructive
criticism alongwith an easy manner and a warm
sense of belonging. sure there were moments
when one was singled out for a while, but
mistakes were accepted and time brought us
closer.

This is my core now and i have grown as a
person, as an individual with creative potential.

it's support and wit and the feeling that there's
always something to achieve that makes them
some of the warmest people i know. they help me
with my personal battles that have dented my
armour and keep me laughing when jealousies are
eating me up from the inside.

We write street plays and poems, jingles and one
act plays. we explore all that we have in us.

sharing ambitions, laughing at our own follies,
"crushing on" the same seniors, loving "...long
chats, b'day bumps, bunking classes, fight for
marks, tears for love...".

That sense of belonging and harmony is what i
define as my share of heaven, right here, where i
am!

revelling in paradise

The summer had scorched the land and bleached the leaves to a yellow that would shame the daisies. the sky was still a burning blue that seemed to turn white with incandescence. the breeze was still and the cicadas were singing their passionate song. there was a lull in activity. nothing wished to move or even tremble in anticipation.
But in a few passing moments, the sky grew silent with the pregnant clouds. the hush of rain to come was everywhere. the first baritone of the long-awaited thunder shook the breeze into motion. the sky, briefly illminated with a brilliant spark of lightning, assessed the damage that the summer had done and another rumble came as a sharp reprimand. the breeze grew into a wailing wind that complained and whined against the trees and aggavated the paternal rage of the skies. then, for a moment that felt like a feather suspended in mid-fall, there was silence.
Suddenly, the clouds burst overhead and the leaves and the rain began their soulful duet. the water splashed to the ground in great drops the clang-clanged on the roofs of waiting cars. out on the road, i lifted my face to the skies and took from it a kiss that refreshed me, body and soul.
The monsoon was finally here bringing with it my utopia. the trees blushed green to see the long awaited drops that bade well for them. the great mounds of dry soil seemed to put on a cape of the freshest green. the monsoon is here! the monsoon is here! there was nothing that coud douse my jubilation.
I was a part of the green and the grey. i was the drop and the leaf. i was the cloud and the earth. i was revelling in paradise.

heaven on earth

the moon was not too high in the sky that night and the breeze wasn't whistling, it was gliding. "the stars were blazing like rebel diamonds, cut out from the Sun" and all around was calm. nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal evening. but hey, i hope that this is what heaven felt like.
just the knowledge that i was living and breathing and soaking all this in was enough to set me spinning. it was somewhere close to 5 a.m. and there were, it seemed, a million people outside, on the streets, under that sky. "aah! this is the life!" that's what pretty much everyone was thinking and feeling. "let us live and die here at mood i", there was nothing beyond that.
it was like a state of induced nirvana that enveloped hundreds, if not thousands of youngsters, unchaperoned youngsters in IIT Powai. it was upto you: to lose yourself in the alchohol and drugs or to lose yourself in the wave of creative energy that bubbled and streamesd around the campus for those blissful five days.
that was it. the choice, the decision was yours.
they say that mood i makes or breaks you. it made me. it defined my sense of will-power and sealed my mind completely against the monsters that promise you paradise but lead you to purgatory. the monsters that, for a few hours of surrender, ask you to relinquish your life to them and give yourselves up as slaves to their cravings.
at the same time, the creativity kept you sane, the energy kept you grounded and the friendship, support and jealousies kept you human.
nothing compares to the exhilaration that you feel when you make the right choice. when you don't take the easy, well-trodden way out of experiencing the lows in life. that is when you know heaven, right here on earth.