My Brother

Together, hand in hand, we took our first step,

Into this world, without fear we leapt,

My little brother, my world, my life, 

Loves all, from people to food to bikes

 

A time came when life asked us to part,

It made us to sit in our own respective carts, 

Hand in hand slowly became very rare, 

Little time did we have to even care or share

 

But in reality, little time was just an excuse,

Our relation became more of email and abuse,

Love was still there, but was slowly getting clogged,

Reasons many, we thought of, to fight and mock 

 

But the truth is I still quietly circle around him 

In this materialistic world, full of fancies and whim 

I believe  he has his secret problems and issues, 

About which I really have very few clues

 

All that remains are some memories and pictures, 

In my life, he still holds a permanent position and fixture

Not only in mine, but also my beloved parents’ world

With my big brother I still walk, but with a twist and a twirl 

Self Destruction

I woke up with a heavy head. Something had definitely gone terribly wrong last night. Yes, I can remember now…..

No time to clean the fridge or table

Can’t afford to lag behind the super able

I run haplessly from one end to the other

In spite of those lectures by dear mother

That it is high time to settle down she says

But why is that so hard for me to obey

Not like I have much to really give and take

But there are other things in my mind that cook and bake

I am not like the rest of the world I tell

To my friends and family that doesn’t seem to ring a bell

They continue to  treat me  like I am someone else

Nobody really asks what’s cooking inside my little shell

But to be honest I really don’t know

Whether to stay and where to go

Because I really haven’t had the freedom to think

So many wishes to fulfill, there’s no time to blink

Life goes on and I continue to run around

Without much direction and with conditions abound

I truly wish I could let me mind free

Without people hovering around like bumble bees

Bleaurgh.

Toilets, Toilets!

When I wrote the last post on sanitation, I was quite depressed. But a couple of weeks later, good news followed me all the way to Delhi. I learnt that I had been made a member of the steering committee on Urban Water Supply and Sanitation for the State Planning Commission’s 12th Five Year Plan report!

I realized this was an excellent opportunity to write and tell the world about all I had experienced and learnt till now. Not only was I made the coordinator for a report on Public Conveniences, but I was also given the opportunity to interact with people who had spent their lives fighting for this cause. I was extremely grateful to God and decided to work really hard on writing this report.

I also made up my mind to attend all the meetings held by the State Planning Commission during the making of this report. In addition to showing the SPC how committed I am to my work, I also wanted to experience what it might be like (if I ever chose) to work with the government. The last month has been extremely hectic, and I want to write and tell you more about it. But I will stop here. Next post will have further details.

To all those in the development sector: Never think you are not making a difference to the world because you never know when what might change due to your tiny effort! That’s my lesson, what’s yours?

Jobless, but not blogless

The entire world is writing, making my writing more and more insignificant. Everybody has a blog. Nobody reads mine, so I stopped posting long back. But I am particularly jobless today.

I feel empty and shallow inside,

No thought or reason to guide,

I walk and pause as I take every step-

Does life have any meaning or depth?

What is mine is actually not mine,

With what I earn I only fine dine,

Those who care and those who dare

Tell me if you have anything to bare?

I have many things to say,

But for now I will put them to bay,

If you have things to talk,

With me, will you care to walk?