Meenas PoemsGod be with you
could be a blessing
told in good spirit
could mean different
when said with anger
the same words hold
different connotations
in dissimilar intonations
that be the style of life
expressions of joy
along with the antithesis
extension of anguish
a strategic move could it be ?
Holding the head for a while
as it ached with such a sting
not I mean the real head ache
but the agony that split it
Felt, as though the brain
pushing from all corners
trying to get out with force
made me dizzy for a duration.
The blood flow rushed up and down
through the adrenaline in velocity
causing undue pressure and strain
while I could hear the heart palpitate
with not equal intervals as normally
but with frequency bringing in a setback
that pushed me to become half dead
and dead I lay there for quite some time
knowing not what to do and what not to do.
Deliberating while sitting at home
thinking of the past happenings
the way of life that had gone by
the years that have passed over
kept me occupied in the morning.
The days that had fled bore experiences
reflecting the struggle that had been borne
halting over the bitterness that had gone
how all these had to come to an end
after inflicting volumes of injury and hurt
Those days have passed leaving an indelible mark
that remains in the heart permanently.
It looks as though it is concealed deep down
but is found obviously in the body and face
which did not endure any mishap whatsoever
but had undergone the stress and anguish.
When do men cry?
Do you know?
Yes, for reasons that might sound familiar.
They wail loud uncontrollably
while they experience a loss
either be it death of a loved one
or be it a wipe away of the bullion
They break down instantly
when they are beaten,
either by their coparceners to a finality
or by their competitors in validity.
They weep inconsolably
while they are overtaken
either by their rivals in the run
or by their friends for no fun.
They shed tears immediately
when they get infuriated
either by their inability to achieve the slot
or by their inefficiency to amass wealth in lots.
Men do cry and sob unashamedly
when they are condemned obnoxiously,
and when they are jeered derisively.
Men cry the most in panic
when failures strike them with a blow
and when non recognition pushes them away from the flow.
Knowing now why men cry
we have to generously give them
a try.
A storm was ravaging out,
Rummaging all throughout,
Beating and battering out,
Fleecing wildly all throughout.
The composure was unevenly poised .
The countenance was prohibitively pinned ,
The violent rage was risky poised
The endanger was frightfully pinned.
The storm blew in a high velocity,
The panes and windows broke in alacrity,
The trees seemed to move with the velocity,
Presenting a mysterious movement in alacrity.
The external disturbance was unbearable,
The noise of thunder was incorrigible,
The boggling of the mind was unbearable,
The frequent prodding proved incorrigible.
The outer and the inner decried at the same moment.
The fury and anguish descended simultaneously,
The storm slowly abated at the intense moment,
The fuming and frothing rose high simultaneously.
The storm created a havoc over the land,
The anger insinuated a jolt to the band,
Of course the storm dishevelled the land,
More so the anger disunited the band.
The Confluence in Malaysia diverges in incoherence,
Buffet confirms that the economy is in shambles.Pretty hell!. Did it take so much time for Buffet to realise the fact. Buffet, the investing wizard, tried to fish in troubled waters. Fish ,did he, by buying out shares in falling banks with assured return of 10%.Plug ins and loopholes in the sliding market , posed a deal for him. He made merry money while others witnessed a desperate tumble.
I,for one ,admire Buffet for his tenacity and acumen. But ,I got the spokes ,when he entered into an investing spree amidst dismal failure.Where did he see the light? How was he able to track down the portfolio?was he superhuman?Thank goodness, many did not follow his lead. If done, we would have flushed tonnes of money down the lane.
Now , Buffet has learnt the lesson. He thought , he could modify the economy ,by applying not relevant techniques, not so close macro and micro economic theories, and not radical thinking. His contention was out of box thought. But the devil proved otherwise. No one is above me,is the Economy”s challenge. True , no amount of bail out , no offerings of stimulus package, no task of interest rate cuts, no successful bid of containing crude oil price, could revive the economy.All these negations have added fuel to the fire.
The world has become an anvil unto the beating of sorrow. There is lot of unemployment, lot of misery in the share and stock markets, lot of loss in industrial sector, lot of wholesale wipe out of funds in banks, and financial institutions.
Buffet, I wish to say “you are no exception”.
State Bank Of India ,the grand old institution,has been cornered . It has advanced Rs 200 crore loan to Ramalinga Raju -a personal loan,against no collateral. This amount has been taken by Raju to fund his sons ‘ projects.If the loan is not repaid in 90 days, then it becomes a bad loan,.Raju has borrowed large funds from several financial institutions to dress up his debts.
Southern Petro chemicals , SPIC, in short, owes several millions to State Bank Of India.SPIC has become a non performer. Yet , State Bank of India , has not taken any action.
The people behind these cited companies are grand in stature, pose themselves to be top industrialists, move in high circles, have personal rapport with ranked officials, ministers, and politicians. The rewards , a decent way to call bribes, they extend to the greedy bureaucrats, and politicians , are fantastically excellent. This superb initiative by the borrowers dumbfounds State bank Of India.
Fine alterations and passive moderations are enforced to deal with such impostors by State bank Of India.
Rigorous chemistry and intriguing addictions are impounded to react with frank transparent good persons.
This hypothesis of State Bank Of India , is truly a reflection of the Holy Angel.
This selfless concern, of State bank of India ,for the welfare Of Satyam and SPIC promoters ,is a virtue ,and can be called as ALTRUISM.
Let us sing the praise of The HOLY ANGEL- State Bank Of India-Long Live your disguise., Long Live your partiality, Long Live your Prejudice, Long Live your foolhardiness.
Virtue is best defined as a moral excellence.It is a conformity to a standard of right.
The ethics in economy are moderated to convenience.Today the image of duplicity lingers.Corporates have two faces.A genil face is shown to the public gaze and a sinister face away from the populace.This is the doctrine of public virtue and private vice.
Recent virtues of economy are, theft,insider trading, deceit ,profit at all costs,greed and arrogance.
The latest addition is laziness.
Top executives have minted money, by squandering the wealth of the company
Bribe and corruption have wrought massive furores.
Wrong policies have manipulated a thudding disarmament
These are the organisation culture of today’s corporate world.Unquestionable material resourcefulness promote degradation in character. Good character is an achievement , not an inherent trait.
Lazy portfolios have become a winning strategy according to Farrell.
If laziness ascends the hierarchy, then greed, theft , deceit, bribe and corruption associated with Machiavellian steal the show.They are the best ethics and formidable values that have to be imbibed by the human mind, that have to be assimilated to dot as a piece of sponge absorbs water, that have to be subscribed with fervour and exalted as a discernable demonstration.
Virtue has lost its footing, has lost its sense, has diffused into an incongurous entity.
Does the caption sound odd?
I can see many an eye lifted, find a twinge in the lips , and a frown in the forehead of the readers.
It makes you wonder, what it is all about?
Two diametric, diagonal, phrases seamlessly conjoined.
A couple of days back , I read the tragic shoot out , by Karthick Rajaraman.
The stock jeopardy, had inflicted financial constraint in this man , of exemplery educational background.
He extended his paternal care ,by ending the life of three promising youngsters, his sons.
The eldest was a Full Bright Scholar, the othr two were very young, just 11 and 9 years, very erudite and diligent students.
His wife was also a butt of his vexation,
His aged mother-in-law also, succumbed to Karthick’s agitated move.
Karthick , has over stepped his limitation.
I was absolutely appalled by this incident,which kept on nagging me for days together.
A day back, I chanced to read a harrowing experience of an illiterate woman,Lakshmi
She is uneducated, abandoned by her husband,.
After initial years of infatuation , the man treated her brutally.,
On one such occassion ,she lost her unborn child.
She became a domestic helper..
Years rolled on.
One fine morning, a police inspector informed her that her husband is in police custody ,for murdering his second wife.
This poor damsel, rushed to the prison , and was shocked to see him in dishevelled condition.
Life sentence was imminent for such a gruesome act.
His infant daughter was about to be adopted by the orphanage.,
To every body’s surprise, she took charge of the child..
The formalities were completed., after her husband signed the proposal form.
She returned home with the child. sending sensational signals to her patrons.
Her next move ,was even more surprising than her adoption.
She admitted the child in a play school.
She firmly resolved to supplement the girl education and nourishment by working extra hours.
I contemplate,
An affluent educated man’s attitude is an echo of thorough cowardice.
A poor illiterate woman’s outlook is resonant of fine stoicism.
He has killed his own children.
She is bringing up her foster daughter.
He had his kith and kin., to fall upon.
She has none to support.
These are transcription of real life.
One is fear and iresoluteness
The other is grit and determination.
Laksmi seems to say,
Come ,what may, I will prolong. She is akin to “The River”
“Men may come, Men may go.
But I go on forever.”
My gnawing mind settles down to an unbelievable ease.
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