A Broken Promise

This was a poem which I wrote not long ago for a friend of mine. I recently happened to know that she is reading this particular blog. The poem is extremely mushy but then again I like it that way.

Also I guess there is no point in putting the poem on this blog without explaining the context in which I wrote it. If I remember correctly, it all started a with a poem. Now this particularly wonderful girl gave me one of her poems to read and read I did. I got her to promise me, to phone that night and explain the poem, which she did not. Now remember this was a time I was still gripping over my ISC creative muse and expecting everyone to write poems with double edged meanings. Now a days I think poems are more like a work of art than an editorial in the newspaper. Just like a painting it is suppose to mean different things for different people. (What I meant is, I don't take critical reviews for my poems....it is just not the reason why I write it). Any ways this is a poem which I gave her back the next day...mushy !!!?

A Broken Promise
(27/2/2007)

An endless wait on a warm cozy bed,
a scary night but my hopes aren't dead
cold few hours from a much waited sunrise
but vexed am I with a petty broken promise.

Far had I traveled for the ultimate truth
deciphering thy mind in each treaded path
the bounty of success - a well deserved prize
for the danger in the road like a dead sick promise.

The glorious evidence was lying in my front
its untampered clues flying in my mind
a logical Sherlock, in search of an answer
but for my guesses, I felt a growing cancer.

This day, when the poems ends its round
an overdone mockery from my part, O friend
there is nothing to forgive, for I am not furious
but a cat I remain, chased by Mr. Curious.

Changing times

Editorial I wrote for the college newsletter - 'The Fourth Module'
(03/12/2008)

Changing Times

A person dealing with the absolute can find this world extremely challenging. He wants a clear cut line between ‘right and wrong’, ‘true and false’ and a clear cut pathway to move forward. But the problem is that as soon as he figures out the world, the world changes. This is exactly what happened in the case of the recent ‘IT Meltdown’. For years pundits have been predicting jobs, more pay and uninterrupted growth. But the world was shook by the recent undulations in the stock market as Global Financial Crisis took its turn. But for every critic out there who wants to throw dirt at the system, things are going to change again. It is very important that all of us, who are standing on the threshold of our careers, realize the importance of change. We need to think beyond placements and conventional norms if we have to leave our mark in this world. In fact this is all part of the wagon wheel called life. It is inevitable that every crust be followed by a trough and vice versa.

The same can be held true for ‘The fourth Module’. The last two editions of our college newsletter not only throws light at the magnificent piece of work we have done in the past but also points us to our inability to continue the process. Success and Failure, like crusts and troughs, are part and parcel of life. Like Confucius said, “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall”. At this juncture, the decision of the new-born senate to re-start the magazine is commendable. In this era of changing times, it is very important to remember the words of Charles Darwin:

“It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.

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