Meenas PoemsI am in a quandary,
I am at cross roads,
I am confused,
I am upset
I am in troubled waters,
I am in scary woods.
I am in arid desert,
I am atop the hills.
I issue no censor,
I deliver no disdain,
I show no anger,
I pose no threat.
I shun publicity,
I hate glamour,
I shudder expense,
I defer no ill will.
I remain aloof,
I affirm composure,
I expect nothing,
Yet , I am misunderstood.
I am perplexed.
I am plucked asunder,
I engage in quizzing ,
The deals I face.
Police are keepers of law.They work for the protection of civilians . They strive to keep law and order. They patrol the area allotted to them by warding off antisocial elements.
But how many of them do ?
A few officers and sergeants are diligent and maintain decorum and discipline. The majority misuse their powers . They create panic in the most calm areas, by indulging in attestations that invoke fear and apprehensions. The public are taken for a ride by the police force. They are penalised for no fault . They have to pay heavily,if caught by the Inspector . If they raise their voice in protest , the officer canes them accuses of rude speech, and imprisons them.The civilian meted with such crude treatment , has to move about in shame. The bribe they take to cancel the case filed is quiet heavy. Apart from such illegal provocations, they also involve in other sacrilegious activities that should not find a place in paper.
The derogatory reputation they have earned has not registered a positive significance in their style of approach. The unpleasant deliberations make people repel from the Police force. They normally get scared to get in touch with the Police, as it would engage a lot of time,and bring about a wasteful expense,and push in mental torture.
I read recently of a man being handcuffed by police on suspicion that he was trying to break a house, which was his own home. The miscommunication has landed the man in jail. He produced his identity card, in spite of it he was imprisoned.
The man’s pride is hurt. He , if I remember right is Gates who had returned from China. The Police sentinel is unmindful of the infliction they have caused. Yes , this is one among the multitude of cases they have mishandled. They remain untethered.But, what about Gates ?His affliction is tremendous. His agony is unspeakable.The molestation , he suffered , is unthinkable.
The Police go on. One day they will retire and slip into the fold of ordinary citizens.Then , they will realise the trauma, the rejection. Their heart will race in palpitation. Their shrivelling seductions will lead them to an infidel , nauseating , distraught composure..
Ambanis govern the Indian nation’s economy.Ambanis consider the national ,natural asset as their own. Mukesh and Anil fight over it. Is it not amusing?Does it not sound quixotic?The whole issue is malignantly ridiculous.It signifies a voluptuous appetite.
The Indian Government is screaming over the feud of the brothers. It has addressed the dispute as the economy is eld hostage by the Ambanis. It has rushed to the Supreme Court,to disprove the claims of the brothers.What a sad state of affairs!. This is a typical way of conducting business in India.Ambanis fit the business jigsaw exactly.
The Indian trade and commerce professed certain morals ,practised ethics , before the fanfare appearence of Dhirubai Ambani, the father of the fighting brothers.
Indian business and finance can be classified into two main epochs. The era before Dhirubhai can be termed as B.A. and after as A.A.The B.A was a modest age, where there was a few businessman-top level, and few business, focusing on textiles , Steel , cement. Public listed companies were less. The shareholders had absolute faith in the management and the later reciprocated the trust with bonus shares and handsome dividends. Industry was thriving , in a compressed structure as there were regulations to monitor the growth. There were minimum defaulters. The GDP was growing steadily.
In 1970 , the messiah of business Ambani hustled in with a magic wand. He floated his companies with much exhibitioners skill. His shareholders were treated with a silver spoon. The new era in Indian business dawned. It brought with it excellent results, showed high speed in development,negotiated the loopholes in the strict regulations.It also derived an hideous suffix of anti in all its vibrations. It assumed a proportion which was opposite to every confirmed attribute. Anti legal, anti tax, anti government and anti trade,became the motivational spirit of a business man.The voice of the protesters to these attempts was silenced by currency or by inflicting physical bruises. Admonitions were quietened by these dons. The Government top gear was in the hands of these industrialists. A silent devastating revolution was underway.So long the Government was held captive by these big shots.
A sudden enlightenment is in the vicinity. The Government has slammed the Ambani brothers of holding economy as hostage, reads the news clippings.
The Ambanis are trying to usurp Nature of its bounties. They are not aware of nature’s violence , of its fury. Its toll is beyond comprehnsion
The Spider is crazy,
Spinning its web ,
In amazing speed,
In boggling entangles,
In mazed designs,
In selective course,
In meticulous skill,
In lovely patterns,
In secured forms,
In elaborate frescoes,
In high style,
In relevant finish,
In mild colour,
Really a cheerful spectacle.
Built with deftness,
Built with foresight.
Built with affection,
Built with knowledge,
Built with creativity,
Built with distinction,
Built with simplicity,
Built with acumen,
Built with no help,
Built with least materials,
Built with no money,
Really an enticing piece of art.
Webs are many,
Webs denote lot,
Webs are cobwebs,
Webs are sites,
Webs host blogs
Webs invoke interest,
Webs enforce expression,
Webs promote writing,
Webs illustrate presentation,
Webs provide resource,
Webs conduct rally
Really Spider’s web stands out.
The Indian sky ,which has a traffic jam , is going to be freed by the restrictions that are going to be imposed by the Oil companies on few airlines. There was a sprout of aviation companies recently. They were having fast take offs. They grew in supersonic ” Jet” acceleration. They took to the sky imperiously as”Kings’ ascend the throne.They were ‘Paramount ” in fame. They added “Spice” to travel.The “National Aviation’ is a big question mark.
Murali Deora , the Indian Minister for petroleum ,has come out with the details of the overdue payments by Kingfisher , leading the list with 960 crores ,followed by Jet with750 crores,National Aviation company 472, Paramount -25.32 crores, and Spice jet -16 crores.,to three petroleum companies.If the airlines do not hasten up their repayments, then action will be taken according to the commercial agreement that was signed by the Petroleum companies and airlines.
The datas seemed to be alarming. While the airlines are having such a neck to neck situation, how do they keep things running , not only smoothly, but making public announcements that they are going to purchase planes . They are going to enlarge the destination maps.
The financial reporter has a duty to weigh the data’s before he puts it in black and white. the reporter Of Business line a fortnight back , had come out with the purchase of ten planes by paramount Airways. the managing Director ,of the airlines, had announced that he is making waves , by introducing Business class flights. Now ,he is getting into the arena of bringing more cities into his regime. The report was so exciting. But the Petroleum Minijster’s proposition of taking action against Paramount Airways is disarming.
King fisher Mallaya is a dare devil. He appears in the scene like an apparition and disappears in a hallucination. His King fisher airlines in sparkling red ,look so cutte. The service is excellent. As if in a stroke, he bought the low cost airlines Air Deccan. His admiring courtship has virtually slipped to back levels when we hear about his loans. His airlines is in red.
The Jet Airways, which revolutionised Indian air traffic,is rejected by its impressive debts.Naresh Goyal, the mentor of Jet airways , was in news when he tried to conclude Jet -Air Sahara deal.But , the deal dropped dead . Later he sacked a fine percentage of his employees, one fine evening.When faced with stiff opposition, he shed crocodile tears , and called the dismissed work force back. Now , he is in the limelight as a defaulter.
Business , whether it be a petty shop, or a conglomerate should propound ethics, should have a solid base, and strong fundamentals.. It is easy to build castles in the air, but not planes. Castles depict imagination,according to the saying,but planes carry flesh and blood,ambition and aspiration, love and affection. So , a better strata of reality should land before each take off.
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Indonesian capital Djakarta was a victim of a bomb blast today. Six people lost their lives. The two high end hotels Ritz and Marriott were targeted. Incidentally these two hotels are owned by the same person.
These two hotels are run with great caution. The security is at its best.How did this happen?The perplexed state of affairs is prevailing.No one is able to decipher what it is all about? What for these two hotels chosen by the attackers? Why did this blast enacted?
It is unbelievable.Ritz was ripped inside out. The pictures look horrible. The suicide bomber has perfectly ccommissioned the blast.
We sit and watch the world perish in miniscules.
We sit and espy the ghastly bloodshed
We sit and perceive the drama of terrorism.
We sit and experience the rational suffering.
We sit and accept the death knell.
We sit and digest the horrendous gravity.
We sit and do nothing to stop them.
We sit and say loudly that it is beyond our capacity.
We sit and put the blame on others.
We sit and deliver nothing to maintain peace and harmony.
We call ourselves Human.
Human means no feeling.,
Am I right?
It was a beautiful evening. The wind was blowing gently. The sky was losing its fair like brightness. The shade of black darkness was setting in,with a twilight yellow in the background.
Nature was propagating all colours in a genial virtuosity.It was a magnificent sight.White, black and yellow presenting a pictorial hue.It was wonderful.The effect of the varied ,contrast colours was significant. Mother Nature bore no discrimination,as her children , the human beings are inclined to.
The racial discrimination has been in vogue for centuries together. A civil war was fought in U.S during the nineteenth century. Its remnants are still fresh in our minds. Though ,the dislike of the Blacks have been suspended outwardly, the white man secretly nourishes a hatred towards the dark fellow. The Black Man, looks rigid, solid and imposing.There are a few , who commit treason. Most of them look rugged , but have a childlike heart. Honour their character. Forgive their errors. See them as your own race, that is human race.Then all differences will sink into oblivion. Do not consider them as a brat. Think about them as normal intelligent persons. Work with them collectively.The goal of eternal peace on earth will be achieved in no time.
The racial combat has also a tumultuous effect on society. The Sri lankan conflict had swollen in magnitude exhibiting the discrepancy prevailing over the Tamils and Sinhalese. A little adjustment on both sides would have averted blood shed , massacre, devastation. The refugees are in a sad state of affairs. The beautiful island with enormous resources and blessed with excessive lovely pictorial sights is rife with gunshots, bomb blasts. The people move about in constant terror, venture out with protruding eyes filled either with blood or tears, proceed with masked bravery to perform their routine.
These are a standing illustrations of the present world. The mandatory killings, and the venomous threat that looms large over all countries of the world , lingers an insensitive , numbed ridicule .The spirited youth should take up the cudgels against these horrible clauses . They should affirm to protect the nations from white fanaticism, black atrocities and yellow liveliness.
Business lacks ethics, in general,more so in India.The righteous path, the direct approach, the minimum gain, and maximum satisfaction are the four virtues of trade. But ,such a straight forward scripture is an outdated ,obsolete unrealistic ideal.
Commerce is a transaction, between individuals,between companies,between manufacturers,between nations.It is similar to barter of yore. In primeval ages rice was exchanged for metal, wheat was bought by selling befitting quantity of vegetables,fruits were procured by disposing cloth,meat was transacted for fodder, cattle were bargained for provisions. This system knew no currency,Money was an alien word. The trade had its own course of movement. There was no intermediaries, no brokers, no transaction fee, no commission, no service tax, and no sales tax. All these “no’s”,kept things in beautiful shape . The progression was present . The durability of prosperity was exemplified. There was consolation.There was enough pride. There was enormous happiness.
Later on, Trade and Commerce underwent a metamorphic transcendence. The currency was introduced, to simplify the process. Instead it muddled up the entire industry. The Pandora’s box was let open. There was an en wrapping methodology of chaos.The currencies took different names, such as dollar, pound, lira, rupee.They also had varied values.They were in proportion to the gold reserve of the respective country.
With money’s advent, the hornet’s nest was resurrected.The business practice assumed a significant deviation from the accepted norms. The Indian way was a predominant throttle that dumped the integrity,and sincerity to the gra ve.The Indian businessman took law unto his hands. He hoarded goods, shelved them in godowns, bribed the officials, and entered into unholy nuances thus demeaning the sanctity of business. Trade , is a child’s play in his hand.Commerce is a puppet like show to this Indian tradesman. He makes politicians dance to his tunes.The cabinet is at his beck and call.The policies are framed as per his wish. The rules are amended as per his whims. The reinforcement of schedules are according to his fancy.The banking sectoe are under his thumbs. The stock exchange dangles to his nods and nots.A dissenting voice is subdued either by force or by money.
The Indian top businessman moves about in kingly dimension. The export and import are a branch of his manipulating majors. Thr tricks he let loose are impressively baffling.The scheming ,he deploys are insensitively wicked.The connivance, he converges is irradically contemptuous.Yet he makes merry,at the expense of his nation. Yet he revels in gaeity at the cost of the people.Yet he enjoys ultimate bliss foresaking the prosperity of the country.
Truth is always bitter, but certain times it can be awesome too. I was shaken ,when I heard the dispassionate ,wicked remark of a close relative , from one of my subordinates. It was so callous , so stinking , so horrible to hear. I stood aghast . I shuddered . I was numbed for a few moments. Then , my original self took control of the situation. I resumed my calmness . I regained my composure. Gradually , the smile dismantled the frown in my face. The ease disbanded the shock . The feeling ,that the world is also made up of mean minded, foul mouthed , wreckless beings assuaged my desperation.
The mode of gulping everything at one stroke has been the operation concept of my close relative , right from childhood. Whatever he grabs, grabs is the right word, and it has come to me unassumingly,is shoved into his mouth,whether he needs , or whetner he is hungry. Now , in his early sixties , this exercise has been faithfuly followed by him , in the case of family properties and income. He seizes all that comes into his hand , as he is the seniormost member, enjoys the full benefits, makes merry with his coterie , who are a band of useless fellows.He is not bothered about his siblings, his nephews, his nieces, It is he and his family, that are entitled to the largess ,according to his scheme.I annihilated the presence of this man from my thinking.It is worthy to talk with people with brains and decorum , than with men posessing empty heads and arrogance. Etranging myself from the family, I maintained a solid income and a potential growth in a short span of two years. This irked the evil minded man. He was waiting for a chance to cross my ways, to antagonise me, and wanted to make a deep furore in my resolution.
The ill conceived design ,the devastating diagram , raked my demeanour. The caustic deceit devoured my genial spirit. The acidic phrase ransacked my poise. He was successful in delivering a short stint of stumping down . He was triumphant in shattering the faith in my determination. But it lasted only for a while.
The stoicism and the confident firmness of which I am made off took the better of me. I am back. I am the same old self once again.
There seems to be nothing great. There seems to be nothing happening. There seems to be an unbelievable calmness. Thers seems to be a restricted activity. The economy is in a lull. The governance is in a mechanical rote. The people are in a disorganised schedule. The essence of living is a mulled , mitigated , and attains a serene endeavour.
Nothing is stable. There is an unprecedented rise in the stock market, one day. The next day witnesses a deep truncated tumble.
The economic policies are totally without synergy and enthusiasm. The simulation and stimulation is proceeding , but without any vigour and interest.
Why is the infliction so deep?Why is the penetration so incisive?Why is the energising viccitiude not overwhelming?Why is the verification so excessive?
A deliberation and an an apprehension embarks. The cross section of the society is in profound disturbance. The viscosity of the terminal investigations is so thick ,that the element of doubt and suspicion often goes hand and hand with everyinfringement and exercise.
As the dominance of suspicion is keeping things in a desperate frustrration, as the inquisitive mind is peeping into every dense thicketted succour, the march towards fine evolution of prosperous pulling is thoroughly disappiated .
A sincere work, a genuine re work and a systematic examination should be performed to amalgamate glory and peace.
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