Oh to be alive

The inquisitive mind, the curious kind, an intricate mind, undefined. Hidden recesses, unfold the sublime, the creative, the eccentric, the borderline, all are facets of that one mind. Plato or Aristotle, Kautilya or Socrates, used it at different points of time, to explore bottomless pits, successfully, yet unable to describe, its unpredictability, its reach or its abilities, ever so often stumping mankind. ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap     Nothing is absolute, but is relative in more ways than one. This maxim seems to make greater sense when one sees the interlocking patterns coexisting in the universe and its tiniest ecosystem. A word that depicts the most beautiful connotation of this symbiotic relationship is photosynthesis. One would wonder what is so great about this very ordinary word. Well, in this very word is ensconced a simple process that ends up creating life, as we know it, on earth. Of course, there are other factors that le...

Another life snuffed out in vain, this time a child who couldn’t take any more complaints. A cheerful boy, so full of life, a thing for music and a twinkle in his eye. The hurt is raw, I’m numbed with pain. Is this the life we give our kids, are marks the index of anyone’s mind? A child is gone, does it create a stir, a child is going every minute of the day, does it change the way we teach or learn? If this is what education is all about? I’d rather they stayed uneducated, but alive…  ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap A tribute to a child I knew once upon a time…a child somewhere around us every minute of the day…a child is as delicate as a lump of clay, make or mar is for adults to ordain...      

I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything, If you see the wonders of the fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail, I believe in angels, something good in everything I see… (The line is borrowed from an all time favourite song by the evergreen group Abba)                                                                                                                  My faith in ...

Would it make a difference if I was just a number? Would it make me merge, somewhere in the Matrix? If I had no name to identify me, if I had no place to carry on my shoulders? For ever so long they’ve   hunted me out, killed me and my brethren for who we are. How long will the maxim, eye for an eye, provide succor to misguided souls? I thought faith was meant to propagate peace, now it lurks in the darkness of every street, causing death and pain untold, as every day they fire another salvo. I wish I was old enough to drive in some sense, we are all the same aren’t we, with the same blood in our veins? Why then are there mountains of maimed bodies around me and rivers of blood? I can’t play anywhere any more, my mates they say are in the lap of God. I wonder why He sits quiet too, I wish I was just a number so such madness wouldn’t ensue. But I still hold on to faith in my heart, one fine day there may be a fresh start. ©...