Links...

While the buzz of #nithyananda slowly spirals down, here is a quick link on an interesting blog about him. (Rather, against him).

Very good for fiction. A little obvious when you realize it's real, but good work by those guys. And I like the writing style :)

While I do not consider him a topic worthy enough to dedicate a blog to, I will try to get back on "The God Market", as it goes today.

Frigid

Another poem.... Seems to be my non-sonnet week!

When I was about 4 years old,

and the world stretched in front of my curious eye,

Innocent, amazing and simple- reassuring as the pale blue sky.

I stood at my balcony,

still struggling my little hand the edges to reach

and watching day in and day out

The march of the red ants, their silent screech,

to a little anthill they had carved in the wall,

A refuge for winter, and the two week fall.

They walked all day collecting morsels of dead insects

and anything they could find-

collecting and cherishing as connoisseurs do wine;

years of patience and solid determination,

desire, motivation, focused hard work, deliberation

modeling all those values self-help books instill, and innately

sure formulae for success, and fame, stately

One day, as they marched along towards their "success",

I pulled them all out with a thin brown stick

and dissolved their long stored food into a little yellow mug,

Then poured it down the drain-

A four year boy rendering years of work futile -

years sewn from millions of impatient minutes

with the thread of hope and perseverance, undying enthusiasm-

all in vain now!

And years later, as I see you today,

I feel like the ants once did

Unable to get my shattered dreams rid.

Unable to remain. Frigid.

Swan Song

(A poem, after a long time!!! That too, a non-sonnet!!)

As I crawl out of one minute into another,

Time squeezing me into a shapeless jelly

On this endless day,

Each squeeze painting images afresh in my mind,

Of all the joys we had, of the sunny days,

I think of the lone phrase that had always dwelt in my mind

Its existence real, to me alone,

That popped yesterday in a moment of impulse,

Now reborn in this crowded world of thoughts,

Finding its joy, and slashing mine across.

I know I was wrong, I know you didn't deserve it.

And the confession was long due.

Yet sometimes the past is a ghost,

That haunts you long after you tried to bury it,

Long after you forgot.

You think 'it was just a mistake'-

And yet there can be nothing just about a mistake!

As time paints my world in black and white, draining all the color,

I can only erase myself out of existence, now

And give birth to the vacuum that has long consumed me.

And while in the vacuum labor, I hold at my tongue

the word I had always hated, knowing its innate iniquity,

But in the spasm that my vacuum was born,

In the moment of extreme pain, and shame,

Sinking in the shrouds of death, I say,

with a furious hope, and fear and qualm

"Forgive me! Give me a chance again!"

MFNIS

Huh, it's only 10 days! It seemed like aeons since I posted. (Wrote this on Feb 26^th).

Anyway, I watched another movie. MNIK. So much of noise about the movie. Though one should know better than to expect Shah Rukh Khan to make a convincing "different" movie. (Long ago, he made one Asoka, and we all know how conwinceing that was!)

But you see I was torn by confusion. On the one hand, I know Shah Rukh. And on the other, I know that Sena most often opposes good works (except for M F Hussain), whatever the stated reason. Anyway I somehow made myself watch the movie, at least for curiosity value.

In the name of education - an update

This is a continuation of a previous article linking to the Careers 360 article on IIPM. They have an update.

It is a must-check ...

Also worthwhile is the link given in the letter pointing to the Belgium education authorities particularly the questions about diploma mills .

I don't think I need to say anything more about this. 

Sometimes, truth is so self evident. If only it weren't as disgusting...