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Introspection Incoherent.


overshoot.A feeling makes an unpleasant tease
leading to an unnatural cease.
The heart sinks as it listens to the pleas
leaving a pathetic freeze.
The pleadings have no basic reasons
to evoke a sympathetic emotion.
Yet they drive through the intricacies
penetrating into the deep prairies.

The desire is to overshoot the target
so as to pluck the precious beget.
The inclination to grab the best of all
so as to enjoy the loveliest without a crawl.
The thought to hoard the goods scarcely available
so as to go with it in times of extreme liable.
Yet these instincts find a way in
slowly moulding into a greedy sin.

The avaricious are found in professionals too
solicitors,doctors of medicine are not the only two,
Teachers and bankers also tend to follow this move.
The business of politics is a study in greed
where the business men lose their lead.
The rivalry of siblings exposes another form of treachery
where connivance and lies bring forth a ghastly forgery.
Yet these deceits hastily thwart an indefatigable dream.

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A Searching


It is a likelihood of terms.

It is a livelihood of means.

It is that which protract.

 

It is a pronouncement of authority.

It is a reference to  dignity.

It is that which reacts.

 

It is a scene of distraction.

It is a sequence of deviation.

It is that which distributes.

 

It is a cause for anxiety.

It is a wait for result.

It is that which attributes .

 

It is a general outlook.

It is a genial  approach.

It is that which occupies.

 

It is a classic example.

It is a wonderful picture.

It is that which presents.

 

It is a lovely grace.

It is a fine poise.

It is that which creates.

 

It is an apparition.

It is a distinction.

It is that which endears.

 

Well it is a synthesis.

Well  it is a symphony.

Well it is that which enlightens.

 

So goes on the thoughts.

So runs the descriptions.

So spreads the vision.

 

Light up a needy child.

Brighten up the handicapped.

Take care of the aged.

 

A motivation that has to be elicited.

A motto that has to be adopted.

A memorandum that has to  be understood.

 

It might sound like a teaching.

It might echo a preaching.

In reality it is a searching.

 

 

 

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India Versus Norway: Diplomatic Embroil Over Bringing up Children


India Versus Norway: Diplomatic Embroil Over Bringing up Children on Blogcritics.

 

“The Child is father of the Man,” reads the famous line from William Wordsworth. Begetting a child gives unfathomable pleasure. Bringing up the little one is an art. The making and unmaking of a child depends largely on the mother.feeding

Parenting is a task which requires great skill and foresight. Indians form a close-knit community. Every relation has an importance in the Indian family. The Indian mother, after a child is born, lives with the child all day long. The newborn is nurtured with great care, fed as and when it cries, sleeps nestling close to the mother. The children are put in separate rooms once they become self-sufficient and independent. The bonding between the child and the mother is special, enchanting and enhancing too. The proximity developed between the mother and the child lasts all through their life. Indians presume it as a healthy sign but in the West it is eyed differently.

Norway is in the headlines for separating the children of an Indian geoscientist from their parents since May 2011. Anurup and Sagarika Bhattacharya’s children, three-year old Abigyan and one-year-old Aishwarya, were taken under Norwegian protective care by the Norwegian Welfare services on the ground that the son slept with Churchillhis father and the mother fed the children with her fingers.

This allegation brings to mind an anecdote from a few decades back, when the former Indian President Dr. Radhakrishnan and the British Prime Minister Churchill met over dinner. As per the Indian custom, the President washed his hands well before eating. While Churchill was busy with spoon and fork, Dr.Radhakrishnan was eating with his fingers. Churchill asked the President to use the spoon and fork for better hygiene. The great scholar quipped, “No one else could use my fingers so I consider it most hygienic.” What would have happened to Dr. Radhakrishnan if he had visited Norway now? He would have been put in a centre and alienated from his kith and kin. Dr. Radahakrishnan is dead and gone. He has escaped the Norwegian authorities.

 

Norway’s Child Protective Service is a powerful organization which has been charged with being overzealous in protecting the children. The Norwegian Statistical Bureau, in its latest report of 2011, shows that 19 of every 1,000 children born to immigrant parents were taken away from their family homes between 2004 and 2010.

In a report by IBN-CNN, Mr. Bhattacharya says, “We’ve appealed to the government that we’ll leave everything and go back to India. This is a nightmare in our lives. We want to bring back our kids. We were normal parents. There could be several upbringing issues because the culture is different.”

The Indian Government has taken up the issue and forced the Norwegian government to release the children from Protective Care. Their 27-year-old uncle would take custody of the children and the expenses for his trip to Oslo would be borne by the Indian government.

Each country has its own culture. Each country has its own theory and convictions regarding sex, children, marriage, habits, and behaviour. That which is approved in one part of the world may be strongly condemned in another region. Customs and traditions which seem offensive to one sect are appreciated highly by the other.

Shakespeare said that discretion is the better part of valor. Let us practise this ideal by honouring all cultures and values.

Read more: http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/india-versus-norway-diplomatic-entanglement-over/page-2/#ixzz1uH3breMR

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Schools Today


Schools are production houses akin to industries

They are into manufacturing  process with diligence,

Children are spun into yarn without any thick and thin,

Then woven into weft and warp  without any fault,

Finally  they find their light more or less like a cloth

 

Schools are into intense competition,

Learning by rote is the only assumption,

Reading becomes a mere  automatic application,

Writing takes the form of  just copying,

Comprehension is nowhere to be found.

 

Children perform under pressure,

Losing their childhood in the course,

Scores usurp the central place,

Assimilation takes the back seat,

It is a mechanical mess up.

 

Tests and exams are predominant,

High grades are the goal of the parents,

Streams of examinations besiege the young mind,

Abandoning them into a cess pool of valuation,

Dooming them to a world of professionalism.

 

Each child has a liking of its own,

Each one can live his life  only once,

Robbing them of their play and leisure,

Compelling them to forsake their ambition,

Is a dreaded sin than any other.

 

Schools with excessive achievements,

Steal the show and grab the status,

Their demands make us fall back,

The education imparted is no way fabulous,

Yet we find a long queue  waiting in their gates.

 

Two and a half-year old has  to take a test,

Parents have to attend interviews,

Those who are supposed to be in the cradle,

Come out to face the stern teachers,

The sweet smile converts itself to a loud cry.

 

Oh! what a cruelty  the children undergo,

Where are you Blue cross and Red cross?

Taking care of animals is humanitarian,

How do you miss the plight of the toddlers?

Could you not do anything to save them?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Living Again


It was a near death,

It was an accident,

 While blood gushed out in torrence

Bones ripped off into pieces,

He was dying.

 

Passers went to and fro,

As he lay uncared on the road,

At last a man ,a man ,really

Took him  to the hospital,

Remained  unnoticed until he revived..

 

It was a fresh lease of life,

It was like living again,

Needless to say he thanked the man,

The good man remains unknown,

His deed will talk about him.