Winged desires...

Another knowledge seeking lesson at the library. I start with a book I have been meaning to study. I do not literally start studying as I happen to cast a glare upon a insignificant seeming palm sized magazine. I am intrigued by the cover page and the title which reads 'The Human Brain' It's time to decipher the true engine of creation. The picture is very vivid too, half showing a walnut like image we always picture the brain to be like and the other half a PCB with a chip and an intricate network of connection. Truly there couldn't be a better way to depict the powerhouse of human bodies. Very true to the essence of the dictum,'A picture speaks a thousand words'. Now actually opening the leaflet a picture of the brain materializes before my eyes.Nothing out of the ordinary. A diagram with labelled parts and their functions, as we all have been doing for a majority of out school and college lives. Although I find a few areas I never knew existed.

A high voltage drama involving emotions,bonding and hatred.No, I am not describing the Rahman sound track nor the movie Rockstar. This drama entails the struggle of a bird to free itself from the clutches of human insanity. Every morning , the cheerful cries of the birds fill one with joy  as they go on with the daily humdrum of day to day activities.It is really an enlivening experience to watch them.And a rare bird sighting even makes your day. But today morning was different.Yes there were cries all around.But they were panic-stricken.Helpless cries.It was as if they were mourning something.We went outside to make some sense of the commotion.What we saw almost brought the horror of the news the day before come alive.A bird was caught with its wing entangled in the kite string that hung loose from an electric pole. What we saw next wrenched our hearts completely.While the bird in question floated freely and struggled once in a while.We thought it had given up all hopes of salvati

Just done reading 'Mahashweta' by Sudha Murty.A seemingly subtle story with a deep underlying message.A young,beautiful girl and and a rich,handsome boy fall in love and get married.Suddenly she contracts Leukoderma,and the world changes for her.It is a story written with great passion and social bearing. It brings the inner turmoil of people inflicted with such misery.Which is inflicted not by the disease but by the society,which treats such people as outcasts. The plot of the love story is almost dream like a radiant,ravishingly beautiful girl.And a boy endowed with the riches of wealth and intelligence alike. They are inseparable like the peacock and the rain,the moon and the moon bird.And then what goes wrong that he abandons her,the society disowns her is worth finding out! And if you get a recently published hard copy of the book,the postscript that follows is equally bewitching.

Usually there is nothing to watch out for on a busy highway.Office goers,people stuffed into buses like cotton in pillows.Yes there are eye-catchers like road accidents but that's nothing one would hope to see.Today just like any other day as I was waiting for the TCS bus along with another associate I saw a huge vehicle just like the one used to ferry cars.This one was with the exception of iron bars and the words, 'Horse Ambulance' written in big bold letters. Now that I have uncovered the mystery of the ambulance sans siren you can relax! I was highly amused and so was the other lady with me.Never had we seen such a unique ambulance prior to this day! Agree,there must be one for animals lest they need to be ferried long distances to reach a vet. Surprise lead to suspicion and Suspicion to assurance as I indeed saw a tall,elegant silhouette form behind the bars.As the sunlight gave way the golden mane and the glistening tail came into light.What a beauty!  But the ve

The following piece of poetry is meant to be a book review for Khalid Hossieni's And the mountains echoed albeit poetic. I ferry a big fat book on my back to read I read it mostly not..for my eyes can't see Not that I am blind but 'coz they steal the light away God the sun and the driver the tube light.. When doth my journey to home take flight. When I doth scarcely read it i loose myself to it I turn the pages as though I live by another life The brother sister intrigues me as mine I grieve desperately at their loss and clutch my brother's hand Lest he too drift away from me as did pari midst the sand. I live a dozen lives more while hoping for pari to meet her abollah And then my faith sinks as does pari's wrinkles rise A question lingers.. Will she remember to remember abdullah then as a silver lining comes a call Tells pari the story of her history et al The oak tree,the swing ,the house the cart,the shadow of a burly canine a soft

I snoozed in my arm chair I saw a worm struggle I set it free,to ease its dismay But then I saw there was nay 'Coz it had wilted away. All the time I thought the heavens wept they were promises kept Whilst I complained of the mid daylight 'twere the blessings shining bright. I grieved of walking alone I knew not he carried me home. The risk in staying a bud is far more perilous than becoming a flower. The worm that struggles flies its best For after all, the best thing to do when 'tis raining is Let It Rain.