An idealistic approach to design a jail... written with help of a friend's research on jails in India
The self crowned kings and princes of the Noir Empire,
Now captive behind a bars are these terrors,
Not as a chastisement alone,
But for them to envision a new world;
The Verve, they could never aspire for themselves
A life without the blood, without hate and pain,
A life without revenge and curse,
A life without weapon or the knife,
It is not a wall surrounding them
But an opening to live within the society again,
As they enter here, in this small world within,
With a constant eye observing them,
They will learn to live and work,
In This neighborhood with a human touch,
They find a purpose to live, and to dream again,
Exploring around and within,
Discovering a new self …
Superior in so many other traits,
The opens within the closed,
A freedom towards the inner being,
Recurring the spirit of the goodness,
As they become once ready to be born again.
6/05/2009
1/08/2009
fantasies
The fantasies become integral part of the real life, helping us to grow as we imagine and associate our imaginations to the realities of life. We all grow imagining and dream all throughout the life and yet have a strong line of definition of what is real and what is not. Our dreams and imaginations secretly add spice to our private life, all of us hold on to such secrete imaginations.
When I was young I related several incidences to films, comics, cartoons and books. I had this strange desire to have a confrontation to some kind of adventure in life and then I would be prepared for the same and several times did I make up stories like these. I collected weird things that I thought would be useful in those times of difficulties. While doing all of these things, strangely I always knew that I do not really believe in it, but at the same time enjoyed doing it; amusing? Or is it similar to your story too?
What I really gaze about is, that when did this really stop. I do not really relate anything to fantasy anymore or is it just that our meaning of fantasy has changed and evolved as we have grown? But when did this change take place and what could be the factors responsible for it?
And yet sometimes even today, when we hear those favorite stories of childhood, they make complete sense and we all call them stupidity of some sort.
Do we all still have secrete fantasies? Have they have just vanished completely or are there small moments when they get back, if they do, then why do they come back? And do they ever help you in any way?
Can you help speculate this?
When I was young I related several incidences to films, comics, cartoons and books. I had this strange desire to have a confrontation to some kind of adventure in life and then I would be prepared for the same and several times did I make up stories like these. I collected weird things that I thought would be useful in those times of difficulties. While doing all of these things, strangely I always knew that I do not really believe in it, but at the same time enjoyed doing it; amusing? Or is it similar to your story too?
What I really gaze about is, that when did this really stop. I do not really relate anything to fantasy anymore or is it just that our meaning of fantasy has changed and evolved as we have grown? But when did this change take place and what could be the factors responsible for it?
And yet sometimes even today, when we hear those favorite stories of childhood, they make complete sense and we all call them stupidity of some sort.
Do we all still have secrete fantasies? Have they have just vanished completely or are there small moments when they get back, if they do, then why do they come back? And do they ever help you in any way?
Can you help speculate this?
9/16/2008
the chase
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vgImLf_xT4
using camera for the first time ...
the chase
"Our quests of search of the righteous thing in our life make us pass through all kinds of explorations and struggles. What happens when we finally concur the peak? The questions of end of the run and the run of the exploration both remain equally unanswered!"
4/27/2008
playground
The game is deceiving, players keep on changing
The dice rolls on, numbers keep turning
Nobody wins, nobody loses,
As the rounds and rounds keep on happening,
One player drops out, leaving an empty seat,
Just a while before another turns around,
Taking a different seat,
he will settle in the play ground,
Lot more rounds to go, can’t stop here,
The end is far far away,
But at least next few rounds are clear!
The trickeries and mockeries are just few aspects of the game,
There are many many more, all in the fame,
Hold on firm, to your roots,
don’t let yourself be washed off,
you are the player, who has to stick around,
cannot leave the game,
you have to witness all on this play ground!
The dice rolls on, numbers keep turning
Nobody wins, nobody loses,
As the rounds and rounds keep on happening,
One player drops out, leaving an empty seat,
Just a while before another turns around,
Taking a different seat,
he will settle in the play ground,
Lot more rounds to go, can’t stop here,
The end is far far away,
But at least next few rounds are clear!
The trickeries and mockeries are just few aspects of the game,
There are many many more, all in the fame,
Hold on firm, to your roots,
don’t let yourself be washed off,
you are the player, who has to stick around,
cannot leave the game,
you have to witness all on this play ground!
3/05/2008
MRUGAJAL....
Khoop palatay mann,
Je nahich ahe tyachya mage,
Khotya swapnanchya mage,
eka mrugajala chyach mage,
lambun vatata ki panich ahe ,ani javal jatach phajiti hote,
mag hoto prachanda trass, tahan kadhi hi bhagel ka?
pan thodyach velat navin pani doorvar disata,
mag te tyachyach mage dhavalyala lagata,
parat navyane, navin jomane, navin spuratine,
pan pudhe jatach tech yeta haatashi … ek mrugajal paratahi,
tari pan mann thambatach nahi,
tyachi tahan bhagatach nahi,
punhna tich chuk satat karat rahata,
panyachya shodhat dahi disha bhatakat rahata,
kadhitari pani haatala lage, hich aasha javal balagata,
khoop mrugajal asaletari, pani milel nakkich.
pan dhavata dhavata, dam lagto,
ekada haluch kadhi vichar yeto,
tahana nakki kashachi ahe ?
panyachi ka nustich palanyachi ?
pan ha prashna sudhdha nakki sutel,
panyachi tahan nakki lavakarach bhagel.
Je nahich ahe tyachya mage,
Khotya swapnanchya mage,
eka mrugajala chyach mage,
lambun vatata ki panich ahe ,ani javal jatach phajiti hote,
mag hoto prachanda trass, tahan kadhi hi bhagel ka?
pan thodyach velat navin pani doorvar disata,
mag te tyachyach mage dhavalyala lagata,
parat navyane, navin jomane, navin spuratine,
pan pudhe jatach tech yeta haatashi … ek mrugajal paratahi,
tari pan mann thambatach nahi,
tyachi tahan bhagatach nahi,
punhna tich chuk satat karat rahata,
panyachya shodhat dahi disha bhatakat rahata,
kadhitari pani haatala lage, hich aasha javal balagata,
khoop mrugajal asaletari, pani milel nakkich.
pan dhavata dhavata, dam lagto,
ekada haluch kadhi vichar yeto,
tahana nakki kashachi ahe ?
panyachi ka nustich palanyachi ?
pan ha prashna sudhdha nakki sutel,
panyachi tahan nakki lavakarach bhagel.
3/01/2008
The quest ! my first poem.....
The quest!
The quest to find what you like,
The struggle to find for what, you want to fight,
The endless search of the troubled eyes,
The run behind the unknown and… the time flies!
The clashes of your dreams and realities,
The endless arrays of questions and the painful mockeries,
Portraying yourself bold and hiding away your fright,
A big hollow, deep inside,
Pulling you further away from your own site!
Trapped inside a maize, several paths to choose ,
But can’t see the one that you do not want to lose,
Further away it is there…
Or is it just a lie?
Over looking it and stopping yourself to even try!
Gazing away at the sunsets and awaiting the sunrise,
The depth of the silence seems to surprise,
Out towards the sky you want to fly,
But the wings are absent,
How can you fly?
The talks of the town, the praising s and showers,
Shrink you down as above you they tower,
Becoming responsibilities and burdens,
That you want to slay them down,
And feel weightless once again and
Just glide around.
- Prarthana Joshi.
The quest to find what you like,
The struggle to find for what, you want to fight,
The endless search of the troubled eyes,
The run behind the unknown and… the time flies!
The clashes of your dreams and realities,
The endless arrays of questions and the painful mockeries,
Portraying yourself bold and hiding away your fright,
A big hollow, deep inside,
Pulling you further away from your own site!
Trapped inside a maize, several paths to choose ,
But can’t see the one that you do not want to lose,
Further away it is there…
Or is it just a lie?
Over looking it and stopping yourself to even try!
Gazing away at the sunsets and awaiting the sunrise,
The depth of the silence seems to surprise,
Out towards the sky you want to fly,
But the wings are absent,
How can you fly?
The talks of the town, the praising s and showers,
Shrink you down as above you they tower,
Becoming responsibilities and burdens,
That you want to slay them down,
And feel weightless once again and
Just glide around.
- Prarthana Joshi.
10/03/2006
As Youngsters what does one interpret ‘religion’ to be,
During our education we all study the evolution of man, if that holds true or if considered to hold true, one might also believe in evolution of religions. We can assume that as men moved around the earth and civilizations grew from few people to larger cities, so did their religion; the religions enhanced, progressed and flourished individually. All, having a sole idea of the all mighty addressed by various names; God, Allah and Dev. Their definitions vary but the concept of a power, something phenomenal, sublime and the greatest, to whom one should pay respect, pray to and thank to. The protector of all. None of the religions teach evil and nor do they tolerate any. One can then consider religion to be a way to address their own God or an individual’s sacred path to reach out to God.
I have never read any religious books, but yet believe in God strongly. I think one can define religion for oneself; it is a belief one sets and lives a better life with the help of it. It elevates him and makes him stronger and confident to do the right and to fight the wrong.
A new born child never understands religion or is not born with pre philosophy of his religion. He understands it as he grows. What does this imply?
If my philosophy holds true or even near to the truth then why do we fight over religion or condemn each others beliefs and makes issues out of minor things. We are educated and yet the same like the other lot!
Prarthana (PJ)
During our education we all study the evolution of man, if that holds true or if considered to hold true, one might also believe in evolution of religions. We can assume that as men moved around the earth and civilizations grew from few people to larger cities, so did their religion; the religions enhanced, progressed and flourished individually. All, having a sole idea of the all mighty addressed by various names; God, Allah and Dev. Their definitions vary but the concept of a power, something phenomenal, sublime and the greatest, to whom one should pay respect, pray to and thank to. The protector of all. None of the religions teach evil and nor do they tolerate any. One can then consider religion to be a way to address their own God or an individual’s sacred path to reach out to God.
I have never read any religious books, but yet believe in God strongly. I think one can define religion for oneself; it is a belief one sets and lives a better life with the help of it. It elevates him and makes him stronger and confident to do the right and to fight the wrong.
A new born child never understands religion or is not born with pre philosophy of his religion. He understands it as he grows. What does this imply?
If my philosophy holds true or even near to the truth then why do we fight over religion or condemn each others beliefs and makes issues out of minor things. We are educated and yet the same like the other lot!
Prarthana (PJ)
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