One of the best statements ever made

I consider, this is one of the best statements ever made.
In the movie The Matrix, Morpheus says,
"There is a difference between Knowing The Path & Walking The Path"

Cracks in the Ethical Walls

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"Supremo of culture and civilization",
It sounds great.
Pragmatics depict something different;
Hidden is the dilapidated state.

Emotions and desire have loosened the grip,
Indiscipline of children grows at will.
'Impressed' development is premature,
Old age will have to pay the bill.

Rituals and customs have been sidelined,
Hybridization of cultures is prevalent.
Excess of anything is always dangerous,
Degradation is incessant.

'Profanity' is the order of the day,
'Respect' - the word has vanished.
Flexibility of Indianism is the reason,
Descency has been banished.

Rules, systems and procedures have changed;
Prestige auctioned in the youth malls.
O! August India... smothered by her own people
Enormous cracks have developed in the ethical walls.

Anand Bora

Translation of Woh Kagaz ki Kashti

In my last post, I talked about "Woh Kagaz ki kashti..", the song sung by Jagjit Singh.
I found an appropriate translation of the song on one of the blogs.
Do check it out.
The blogger calls herself Shaykhspeara Sha'ira.

The child in us

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Yesterday I saw two boys engaged in a quarrel, the
reason being an inevitable cycle tussle they had.

Instantaneously I was taken back in time and indelible
memories flashed infront of my mind.

Oh!! What days I had in my innocent childhood.

So many friends and so many cousins at home(I belong
to a joint family).

I still remember those days of childish cricket in
courtyards of my home. Those childhood games.

Ah!! How I wish I could go back in time.

The best song which I think makes me remember my childhood
is the song sung by phenomenal Ghazal singer, Jagjit Singh.
The song goes like this,

"Woh Kagaz ki kashti, woh baarish ka paani...."
(That dinghy of paper, those waters of rain...)

Thirteen Strangers

I attended a Blogger's meet on Saturday. We have formed a group called
BLOG'A'LOREANS which consists of Bloggers from Bangalore.
I wrote a small poem for the meeting and also an ambigram for the group.
The details about the meeting can be found here.

THIRTEEN STRANGERS

Thirteen strangers from diverse backgrounds,
Come together to echo common sounds.
Purpose, objectives, ambitions and will,
They have enough minds to drill.

Thoughts, ideas and interactions,
Gradually developing into productive communications.
Blogging has been a common interest,
Here, the gregarious youth is full of zest.

'Freedom of speech' seems the common theme,
With time, the group will expand its realm.
'Web' is building a blogger's fellowship,
A greater reach, a social network, a 'virtual' ownership.

Anand Bora

Inspiring Me

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Do such things so that the SOUL of DA VINCI says,
"GOOD WORK, MATE!!"

I see only eyes

This pic has been taken from my friend, SloganMurugan's site.
I have written this poem on his long awaited request.

I see only eyes

This ochre black ambience under diminishing sunlight;

Says something, though in tranquility.

The dark phlegmatic crow seems a knight,

Standing still but ready to roar.

The surreal silence evokes feelings,

Fear, suspense, curiosity.

The 'dark' birds are Satan's siblings,

The demon looks inside 'your' door.

Abyssmal darkness seems to grow,

Eating up the fauna around.

Sign of pandemonium is the crow,

Blinded - I see only eyes.

Anand Bora

My mom - my goddess

In this cruel world, very few people are honest and hard
working at heart. Very few people sacrifice a good life
for a good cause. Very few people sustain in a joint family
of 60 members. Very few people are deeply caring and loving.
Very few people sacrifice their happiness to give happiness
to others. Very few people learn a lot of things, do a lot of
things and still don't get what they deserve in life. Very few
people have enormous potentials so that they can be compared
to Gods.

An intersection of all these qualities is my mother - a great
cook, a dedicated house wife, a learner even at the age of 50,
a pious person and a great human being.

She is my goddess.
Kudos to you, Uma Devi Bora, my mother!!

The symbol of LOVE

The pic has been taken from this site.

I wrote two lines for this great monument.

"The body is mortal but the soul is divine,
The landmark of LOVE will stand all tests of time."

Anand Bora

World Music Day

Today is World Music Day.

On this day, I would like to remember one
of the greatest singers of all times in Indian
History, Kishore Kumar.

Another one in the lineup

Yesterday I saw a lonely tree outside.
So thought of writing another one.
Will post soon..

"Ever wondered, how alone is a tree!"

A translation but thought provoking

This is an excerpt from a famous Hindi song in the movie
"Mukaddar ka Sikandar". The following four lines relate
very much to my first post in this blog.

"zindagii to bevafaa hai ek din Thukaraaegii
maut mahabuubaa hai apane saath lekar jaaegii
mar ke jiine kii adaa jo duniyaa ko sikhalaaegaa
vo muqaddar kaa sikandar...

rote hue aate hai.n sab, ha.nsataa huaa jo jaaegaa
vo muqaddar kaa sikandar jaaneman kahalaaegaa"

I have taken this lyrics from this site.
This movie was a Bollywood Blockbuster. The cast included
Amitabh Bachchan. The lyrics had been written by Anjaan.

"Life is so unfaithful, she will ditch you some time
Death is your beloved, she will take you with her
The one who teaches the style of living even after death,
will be entitled as the Alexander of kismet (luck).

Everyone comes crying into this world, the one who goes smiling,
will be entitled as the Alexander of kismet (luck)."

Note: Kismet is a valid English word

Anand Bora
;)

One of the wierd creations of my mind

I wrote this one in my teenage years :)

TRAP

Bounded, closed, boxed, cuffed, trapped
Nothing but I see, the minds.
Chained and roped around by
the physical and chemical changes though worldly.
Brains governing the attitudes, the character
but seems to be a corrupt government.
That naturally is.....
Hard to find an honest one
This mental tug of war tearing them apart
or so to say everybody
The circumstances, situations and events
Driving the capital government crazy.
Trap of emotions being deviced
The gray matter tries to hold on the convulsions.
But these convulsions very meagre
Compared to the logical ones.
The trap more like a swamp
Keeps on pulling you and me.
You and I still hold on that hanging banyan
In hope to survive
The government continues...
Loaded with nexuses and sectors of traps
Clutches on my mind - Silicon carbide.

Anand Bora

Confidence

A thought of a junior in my college..

We are here to make a dent in the universe, otherwise why would we be here?

He clarified that this has been said by STEVE JOBS of APPLE.

The Witch

During the lifetime I have had, I have not seen a successful love life.
I wrote two poems --
"Hand Mirror and the Comb" which praises the female entity.
"The Witch" which shows the negative side.
I won't post the former one.
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend, who
got ditched by his girl friend.

The Witch

Her innocent face resembles a goddess,
Beware!! She is a witch in disguise.
You get swayed in her soothing styles,
Only to land up in dismay.
She feigns to be your partner,
But at heart - you discover, you're forlorn.
Her plastic face hides her 'green' heart,
Which is devoid of warmth and sanguine fervor.
Her sorcery enchants your senses,
And her spells guide your emotions.
She uses you, tempts you, plays with you;
The feminine bait tricks the fatuous male.
By the time - you realize...
You are at the brink of annihilation.

Anand Bora