Rant & Reason

Here are some of the many things that Jesus said Only He knows when, only He knows where And no one really knows why But we must follow them to our last breath The imagination that makes this poem Comes from the specifications of these instances and reasons As far as they make any case at all If they cross a certain line Such is only the basis of these things that He said, apparently Having gathered His beloved around Him For some time of sweet communion He spread his arms wide, and then with a gleeful smile He said, "Let's talk about ME" With his thumbs pointed firmly towards Himself Which is why we must give Him all the praise Talk only about him, only His exact name spoken makes any talk worthy Because He really needs to be told how awesome He is all the time Everything he created is a tribute to himself Not necessarily a natural reflection of Him By default, with souls of their own That feed his ego, or so it seems, in a strange way ...

Delhi: Rape - the name the city has come to go by, not just since the infamous Amanat/Nirbhaya rape. As we, as a society, try to grapple with the situation, we tried to get an all-round, clear understanding of all issues at hand. Dispassion helps, especially when more-than-justified rage will just only make the cycle bigger, all the while remaining equally frustrating. What you need to do is break the cycle. Anger-fueled punishment for rapists will only give us temporary redemption. While the chorus rings that stricter punishment will deter the instances of the crime, if not abolish the crime itself, it is clear that future rapists are not/will not be deterred by almost anything. Factors that contribute to this are the far-reaching rural areas where laws don't reach usually. Sheer ignorance and a non-understanding of the concept, benefit and rationale of civic compliance defeats obedience and fear of law. Add to that the quick and stern action and taken by the police,...

Lying on a toy shop window Taken from the box of Christmas Last Was a manger with a baby in it Lil' Jesus the centerpiece He was kept on  that window For it was a season Among many other things of Christ the Reason As the days went by Many things were moved and were replaced But that on window remained Lil' Jesus staring out, unfazed And so days did pass on by Even the snow started to bellow As did the people coming in But Lil' Jesus didn't seem to go As the days began to grow old And the season began to fold The owner set to close the doors For even his Christmas was due too As he was clearing up He lay all things remained in a neat little heap To go in which came the turn Of Lil' Jesus the centrepiece He lifted it up And turned it around “To what do we owe you here, still?” He sighed and he breathed As he was about to put it away in the heap A rap on the door came after scuttling little fee...

It is strange indeed when a sleeping nation like ours awakes with such passion. It is strange because they were sleeping by choice of comfort before this. These issues, most importantly rape, was something they lamented about over dinner, coffee, drinks or Facebook, if they took note at all. Some of them would be bystanders while it happens and would lament it after as well. I don't hope to be either of them.  Two things have risen out of the recent spate of events. One that the State in India is worse in thinking than the Mob they're supposed to keep, especially in emergencies. The other is the fact that we are a very ill-informed, over-educated (some may claim under-educated, if at all) at large nation  which forms and bases our basic ideas of nation pride over things like dinner, coffee, drinks or Facebook taking myopic viewpoints that either benefit only us and our really tiny understanding of what drives society and people. You can't blame us for all of that. I beli...