I saw God of small things

June 27, 2007 | Filed Under Point of View | 1 Comment 

On my way to work today an incident happened that initially disturbed me but on a little introspection I found myself at ease.

I travel in a rickshaw and the main road usually has a lot of traffic, so once the rickshaw enters the IIT campus, the drivers tend to get a little excited seeing the free road and speed up. So it happened today too. As I entered the IIT campus, the rickshaw sped. There was a crow that was sitting right in the middle of the road. This is not an unusual sight as birds feel at home in the green campus. But as the rickshaw sped the crow didn’t seem to move at all. The rickshaw driver assumed that the crow is trying to play it smart and thought will eventually fly off so he kept his speed.

Well the crow didn’t move at all and the rickshaw drive tried to break within inches of the bird almost causing an accident. The road being a little wet the rickshaw skid and we thought the crow is dead. I got that funny feeling that one gets when one sees a dead being. Miraculously though the crow was still alive but still perched on the ground a little on the left of the rickshaw. It was probably a young crow, one that had fallen from the nest and not learned to fly yet.

Disturbed as I was, I thought how there was no space in this city for the underprivileged, but then may be there is a God of small things.

Viciousity of it all

June 25, 2007 | Filed Under Poetry, Point of View, life's answers | 3 Comments 

I think -
(sometimes I do, don’t laugh already)
I think some thoughts,
That no one has before,
Or so I think….
To confirm what I thought
Was original or not
I go to the world wild web.
Like a smart spider,
I type my search
In the sexy Google box,
Thinking for once
That bloody search thing
Fails
And I emerge victorious,
Like the cowardly man,
Who struck Achilles’ heel.

Ahh! coming back from
My short but sweet thought reverie,
I see the page to have loaded.
Yes I too can think within 3 seconds
And at most times as well as…

So what do I see?
I see that I am wrong,
Rather not wrong
But someone has already got there.
Got there to the thought
Faster than me,
May be ages ago,
May be minutes.
Does it matter?

So I ask a question
to the open chat window -
What is this world so full of care?
Ehh, no! what am I saying?
I rather tell her my woes.
The woes of a man whose idea has been
thought by someone else.
Someone else,
Who has gently deposited
His semen in the idea pool
And he now lets it germinate there,
And not care for my legacy.

She tells me,
(the girl in chat window)
Sweet little person she is,
Says good things to me.
(Most times.)
She says, “well it means…
that u hv good ideas,
that’s why other people are working
on them.”

I agree… (profound isn’t it?)
But then again
I think,
(yes you can laugh now,
i am the joke)
That these ideas i think
If they are small enough to be on google
But not big enough to be heard otherwise,
Then they are really just useless ones.
“But then if you would have heard
of what u would think,
then it wouldn’t be ur idea, would it?”
(says the wise little chat window)
I contemplate…
and understand the viciousity of it all
And declare…
Everything that has to be thought
has already been thunked.
(has this too?)
I dread searching anymore….