Random Thoughts

 I waited around in anxiety, Fear now a regular intruder for me I sat next to my daughter in the rehab facility Wondering again, lost in thought Drugs had taken her away  My wistful mind thought far behind Since there was nothing left in my future I suppose my mind could only visualize the past (At home, the next day) I had recognized the symptoms in the beginning But I felt there was still a chance I had faith in my daughter She could stop her addiction I knew it in my heart But my actions were late The fault all mine I pleaded to myself So I could escape this misery  I was alone in life No word for it I guess  When you don't have a husband and lost a child I feel alone Now, more than ever Now, more than the days wishing for company  I step towards the fan in the room Begging my mind not to go this far But I have nothing more left No more pain to fight No more sorrow left to fill this void I kick the chair, my head in a noose I pray one last time To be released...

 To me, I was a pawn A mere rookie in a game of chess A game that defined my life I spent my days searching Looking around faithfully for a way to stop my misery I looked around and I saw people unknown to me People who smiled at me, hiding hatred They looked at me with a glint in their eye, A secret waiting to stop its secrecy People tell me to send pictures of my new life I have forgotten my own country now, Jumbled up in this whole new life I walk past a lonely road Drugs littered on the floor I feel I live in an exile In a world I decided I would never betroth I have often thought of moving back But it's a habit now, My new identity. I cannot start a new life again It's too late to think twice I have already chosen the path A path that leads to a valley A valley of drugs and drinks A valley of money A valley of education and health for everybody But in the back of my mind I always feel  Should I have not thought this far And chosen to walk in my own valley, It had poverty ...

Thousands of judicial trials get affected all around the world by racial discrimination and sympathy. Thousands of people have been denied justice just because "they looked like a murderer" or because they were dark-skinned. Most judges have failed to even acknowledge this problem.  We cannot hold the judges liable for this. It's the systems fault. Judges are humans and they are bound to experience emotions, sympathy (though not racism) while evaluating trials. A new system must be introduced to tackle this unseen problem. As much as we expect the judges to put their emotions aside, at the end of the day the human conscience will be a big part of their decision which is not the answer to solving problems in the judiciary since evidence is worth more than gore. In the new system the judges will receive a copy of the facts that has been approved by the defendants and the plaintiffs. The judges should then be sequestrated so that the different views promoted by the media wil...

 I have met a few foreigners Many NRI's too, Most of them tell me, With sadness in their eyes I would like to see India In this life or my next A vibrant nation it is to them, Elephants, horses jungles and monkeys, It's not just a fusion of culture, ideas and technology It's way more than that You just gotta get inside its shoes and see, A beautiful view - a definitive outcome, People around in a hurry, It's an tide of people moving about to change the world There's not a moment to be wasted It's a wave washing over, Move away Else you will be captured in its crest It's a boiling cup of a thought process you see It's a religion of ideas to me I look around in ecstasy, What else can I find but, India around me!!

 I stared around me in wonder, A ghostly world it was to many For many- a dream come true For me a question always to wonder A thought to ponder The New World it was called by many, I was here now  And my own satire caught up with me  I stared in relentless awe At the wondrous city this was A true worshipper I was to this place But more I thought the more I questioned My impulsive decision to take this path I spent many evenings looking at the various people around me They were so different and so many A questionable decision I might say But a decision nevertheless  I walked around the open streets searching for somebody like me  I walked around in despair As I saw the melting pot around me  My job was good Education too, Then why I wondered Was I thinking too much It was just a culture I had left behind It was just my family I had left behind I boarded the first flight back Before I could think too much In an everlasting attempt to hold the future I had th...

 Death is a widely varying topic,     Sometimes it is a destination at last         Sometimes removal of pain Sometimes it's a country's flag you want to be wrapped around in I have not seen death so close till now But a recent event has caused a change in thought, Never-before-seen memories flood my mind, As I make a desperate attempt to stop time, In a mad race to save a life. Death is widely accepted by many as destiny Fighting it no more than wasting a penny, And stopping it a false show of immortality All they want is someone to be around, Someone to love, Someone with a minute to spare To watch him take his last breath Some die with rifles in hand In a desperate attempt to serve a nation, Full of patriotism and pride, Guns in hand they fight proudly, Death accepted long back, When they joined this art.           

 Walter Isaacson, the author of Steve Jobs received a call in 2004, Walter was a journalist and throughout the years Apple had made use of his influence for advertisements or when they were launching new products. Steve Jobs told him he wanted to walk so that they could talk. The "walk" here refers to a Jobs idea of a serious conversation. This walk has become a legend in the semiconductor sector - a fabled start. Jobs told him he wanted Walter to write a biography on him. Walter had written about Einstein, Leonardo Da Vinci and Benjamin Franklin. Jobs unexpectedly declared that he was next (get it ?) in the line of theses legends. With utmost confidence he declared himself worthy of this prize.  Only after 5 years did Walter understand that cancer had pushed Steve Jobs to make inconceivable decisions that pushed him to greater heights. That was the confidence that made Steve Jobs this great heroic figure. He was not an engineer. No. That was Steve Wozniak. Steve Jobs was a b...