Library

My soul is a library that screams out me.
Within its caring, loving shelves,
It holds the story that is me.
There are books old and yellowing;
There are books unwritten, waiting to be opened;
There are books I read over for old time’s sake.
These hold stories unspoken,
The things they make me.
Would you read through me
Or would you leave the pages half read?
Oh, but hold these books with tender hands,
For they hold treasures within;
These books hold memories,
They hold people in them.
Some people are simply sentences,
Others own complete books.
They all make me, shape me;
Their inky marks adore my soul.
Would you roam into the darkest corners of my library?
Would you blow the dust off and read?
I sure am writing you down, my friend,
But my dear, would you write down me?

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My India, My Dream

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; 

Where knowledge is free […]

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake 

 

There is so much to dream about India; so much to love; so much to despair; so much to cheer about and so much to work for.

India is almost a five thousand years old civilization. And ever since its inception, various streams of immigrants, from different ethnic strains and linguistic families, have merged into India to contribute to its diversity, richness and vitality. Several levels of social evolution coexist in India and its composite identity has won her the often quoted cliche, ‘Unity in Diversity’.

Even as we should be proud of our roots, we need to be worried about the future of our country. Still plagued by numerous problems, India has failed to find the stature that it deserves in this world. Instead of treating the problems like an ostrich and ignoring them, it’s time we took the bull by its horn and tackled each and every malady analytically and thoroughly.  

Step out onto the roads of India, and you will undoubtedly see countless pairs of sweat-drenched hands begging for food. Uncombed hair, tattered clothes, unwashed and malnourished bodies are sure to greet your eyes at every traffic signal. The first thing that I wish for India of the future, is that these people are economically protected and they have a home, a job to go to, a happy life and no longer depend on the mercy of those driving shiny big black cars. Economic disparities prevalent in India should be bridged. India of my dreams is a nation that is prosperous, healthy, secure, peaceful and happy, and continues on a sustainable growth path.

Corruption has become a blood-sucking vampire and is draining out the life force of India. People openly blackmail us, burn holes into our pockets and we oblige. Honest and visionary politicians, supported by a dedicated bureaucracy, in the India of my dreams will have stronger anti-corruption laws and even tougher implementation to root out this parasite. It will be a nation where governance is responsive, transparent and corruption-free.

India, as of today, is, sadly, a society of hypocrites, sexists, and racists. Casteism is still prevalent. Women and elders are still discriminated against. Lawlessness is still rampant and we are still haunted by local goons and mafias. The common man is afraid to step out of his home for fear of his life and security. No more discrimination and insecurities in the India of my dreams! A nation where poverty has been totally eradicated, illiteracy removed, crime against women and children is absent, and no one in the society feels alienated.

India is home to a rich diversity of religions and religious beliefs, and yet, they live in disharmony and treat each other with distaste and suspicion. The Hindu-Muslim riots are still prevalent in almost every part of the country.  I dream of an India where Shabad Kirtan from Gurudwaras, Azan from Mosques, Bhajans from Temples and chiming of the bells from churches blend together into a harmonious medley of beautiful music. Imagine waking up in a future India and listening to all these different spiritual strains merge and mingle and produce a melodious tune of brotherhood and love. Imagine all the people living life in peace.    

India has become a soft target for terrorism, even though it is a worldwide phenomenon. The humane and pacific image of India in international relations is often taken for sheepishness. This is because we only react to threats and lack strategic planning. India needs to be tougher and more aggressive in its own defense.

We need to skill-enable and knowledge-enable our youth by fostering private sector initiatives. It is essential to develop sustainable systems in every domain, so that fluctuations in the world economy do not have a direct impact on the Indian economy.

With its run of recent accomplishments, India has earned international acclaim for its ambitious space programmes and science missions, which will fill any Indian’s heart with pride. I dream for India to become a world leader in science and technology.

 

“Dream; Dream; Dream. Dreams transform into thoughts. And thoughts result in action.”

I dream of a shining India, a vibrant democracy and a secular nation taking center-stage in the comity of nations. To say the least, we will have a new heaven on earth. People will be mentally, morally, spiritually and physically better. The common man in India will feel the glow of freedom.

 

WORLD –A GLOBAL VILLAGE  

 

The internet has brought us close,

It’s just a click away; the entire world’s grandiose.

The world is now a global village,

We’re ready to provide each other with anchorage.

It’s no longer us and them,

We are one; we are the same.

On this tiny speck of dust suspended in sunlight,

No help will ever come from outside,

To save us from ourselves.

This is our own battle; so arm yourselves,

With love, empathy and kindness

Come, let’s fill our lives with warmth and tenderness.

This world is your family,

So be as affectionate as you could be,

We’re all here together, can’t you see?

The one thing that I wish to invent…

tardis_leaving_by_guile93-d5rb6wxThe one thing that I wish to invent is a machine like the T.A.R.D.I.S. which can instantly teleport us to all of time and space, anywhere and everywhere we might want to go.

The universe is big.  It’s vast and complicated, and ridiculous.

And believe me, somewhere, something INCREDIBLE is waiting to be known.

We spend all our lives living in one corner in one country, in one continent in one planet that is a corner of a galaxy that is a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And this is so much, SO MUCH to see.

And I truly believe that we’d be collectively less stupid as a species if we all travelled more.

And just imagine if we could also travel through time as well? We could witness all the great events that ever occurred in the history of the Earth! We could even go and witness the Big Bang itself; see how it all began; how we came into existence and solve the mysteries regarding the birth of our Universe. Oh, wouldn’t it be great!

So I wish to invent something like the TARDIS and travel away to my heart’s content! ❤ ❤

The Lost Hero Trio <3 Piper, Jason and Leo <3 ^_^

the lost hero trio

Jason Grace ❤ Piper McLean ❤ Leo Valdez ^_^ ❤

“[Jason] I’m the son of Jupiter, I’m a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion. I slew the Trojan sea monster, I toppled the black throne of Kronos, and destroyed Titan Krios with my own hand. And now I’m going to destroy you Porphyrion, and feed you to your own wolves.”

“I’m the Super-sized McShizzle, man!” Leo said. “I’m Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.”

“Piper was maybe the most impressive. She fenced with the giantess Periboia, sword against sword. Despite the fact that her opponent was five times larger, Piper seemed to be holding her own. The goddess Aphrodite floated around them on a small white cloud, strewing rose petals in the giantess’s eyes and calling encouragement to Piper. ‘Lovely, my dear. Yes, good. Hit her again!”

 

The girl on fire <3 KATNISS EVERDEEN :*

The girl on Fire
The Girl on Fire

Katniss Everdeen ❤ The Mockingjay ❤ The girl on fire ❤

“My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.”

 

The Hunger Games Trilogy

**SPOILER ALERT**

I bought all three books in the series at once, and I am so glad I did! I started reading the next one as soon as I was done with the first.

Just think of all the things that make your heart ache, make you love, fill your heart with contentment, make you smile through the tears, make you cry your heart out and give you a new perspective. That’s my experience with The Hunger Games in short.

“The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the Mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.”

The characters in these books wrestle with death at every single second,  they are forced to make horrible choices, and yes these books are quite dark in places, but overall, I LOVED this series. Loved it from the first to the last word.

“Winning means fame and fortune.
Losing means certain death.
The Hunger Games have begun…”

Katniss is skillfully described, with her sense of survival and her inner demons created by it. She volunteers for the Hunger Games to spare her twelve year old sister Prim. This is unheard-of and most likely suicidal. But she survives, and so does her fellow tribute Peeta. Little does she realize that her small act of defying the Capitol by almost eating the nightlocks, would start a rebellion in the districts, and she will be the mockingjay, the symbol of the rebellion.

In the second book, President Snow is trying to come up with every possible way to stop the rebellion, to eliminate Katniss. From visiting her in 12 to announcing the Quater Quell where the tributes will be chosen from the old victors, he is leaving no stone unturned. When Peeta volunteers to be the tribute instead of Haymitch, Katniss is more determined to save Peeta rather than herself. However, throughout the Quater Quell, Katniss and Peeta remain unaware of the fact that half of the tributes are trying to keep them alive, keep the revolution alive.

The revolution continues through the third book. District 13 exists.

The series does leave me shattered to pieces at various places – like when Rue dies, Cinna’s sacrifice, Finnick’s death and not to forget, Prim’s death.

“Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.”–Well I cried cried and cried for Finnick and still have a real soft spot for him. I feel sorry and sad for Annie and their son. But then I’m forced to realize and accept the fact that that is what life is. It can never be perfect and more or less or one way or another we are always suffering. And Finnick and Annie’s marraige put a stop to their big miseries for a while but then Finnick’s death started them again cause nothing lasts forever and life is cruel.

I cried my soul out when Prim died. I couldn’t believe that the person to save whom the story had actually begun, was dead. I had to re read the part to be sure that this was really true. But the time when I actually felt my heart shatter to pieces was when Katniss told Buttercup about Prim’s death.

“She’s not here,” I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. “She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim.”
At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully.
“Get out!” He dodges the pillow I throw at him. “Go away! There’s nothing left for you here!” I start to shake, furious with him.
“She’s not coming back! She’s never ever coming back here again!” I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim.
Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. “She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.”
A new sound, part crying, part singing comes out of my body, giving voice to my despair.
Buttercup begins to wail as well. No matter what I do, he won’t go.
He circles me, just out of reach, as wave after wave of sobs racks my body, until eventually I fall unconscious. But he must understand. He must know that the unthinkable has happened and to survive will require previously unthinkable actes.
Because hours later, when I come to in my bed, he’s there in the moonlight. Crouched beside me, yellow eyes alert, guarding me from the night.”

Also, the last paragraph before the epilogue when she talks about Gale’s fire, “kindled with rage and hatred” how she had enough of her own and how what she needed to survive was the dandelion in the spring.

“The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”— I lost it there. I couldn’t even see through my tears.

Katniss is damaged more and more as the story progresses–the end of the trilogy is satisfying at the same time it is real. The series is thought-provoking and its impact will be with me forever.