A highway to ode


This is one of the poems in wrote in January 2010. I feel like sharing it here.

Highway

Sometimes life goes on for a highway of never-ending emotions

Truly underlying with the saga of flowing oceans!

Plodding on a hill with a ceaseless smile,

Marking up the epoch with a story file,

Adding a moment to consider on a heart made pile,

All so transparent like a glass-made aisle!

Have your bags packed as to leave in a while,

This is just when you through, an extra last mile!

Taking life as it comes ,

So you never miss the fun of silence,

Nothing to conclude but to commence,

Because this is our life, our last chance.

(Period)

I am on my way, to pray ..

Passing the long nights and ahead a short day,

Too much to remember, too much to play,

For me, my heart has plenty to say.

But I am ,

Glad to see,

I am just on my highway,

Just on my highway!

The White Leopard (Not Snow)


So this has been a long break from writing and I suddenly feel an urge of starting it all over again. But a lot has happened all this while in countries, businesses and people. There are elections coming in the US, the internal conflicts in India has been rising over corruptions and scandals, the Chinese businesses are leading their way in producing cheaper consumer products, the world is turning to renewable energies, Apple is making amazing products, Samsung is jealous and climate change, we realize, is not a hoax. But, in between all of these the best thing that I did my dream internship at Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad and then went to Berlin to visit a friend and then Falera, Switzerland (Breathtaking village between the swiss alps and 2 hours ride from Zurich) for an International Summer University in Energy. The urge to travel from a long time finally got fulfilled, and trust me friends travelling alone is the best thing you can ever do to yourself.

Soon after my stint from the Summer program, I am finally back to my place and nothing is as beautiful as your home and the of course food with spices you get in India (which was badly missing in Europe). Just when I was sorting out my library (with sole intention to dust it), I got my hands on a book called The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga, which won the booker prize in 2008. I completed that book in one go and I liked the way the author described the rave India with a lot of intended pun addressing the story to the Chinese Premier Wen Jiabao. This book is a story of a poor young boy from Rural India on how he gets corrupt and transform himself in the process of becoming an Entrepreneur. I realized that’s true with most of the people in India who actually don’t earn their Cheeseburger in a day, and there are millions of them. From the rich tradition to ravanous politics, this is the story of India. The India of all small things, we’ll talk about god later.

We talk our Indian Premier, who is known as the Silent man of India, the prime minister. He recently introduced FDI in retail, hiked diesel prices etc to give a boost to the Indian Economy despite of failed attempts to stop corruption in his own team. There were protests meanwhile from various personalities and all of them are tired and quiet now. The opposing government tries to pinpoint the government on policy changes and various other issues in the states or elsewhere. This is how the coalition government works and in democracy, there will always been someone losing in the whole process, that is the Common man. Just as described in the book The White Tiger, the boy who understands the system, gets into it and become successful from misdoings ( there are a lot of ‘success stories’ like that) and then become the Entrepreneur of principles for the people of his own company. And he was called the White Tiger. We need someone like that to run our country. The one who adapts to the system, gets into it and has one vision in his/her mind, to grow urban India as well the rural India and nor his team or him has accounts in Swiss banks. Then, he will be known as the White Leopard among the Black bulls. I believe there is some white leopard in the making. The Leader of leaders.

Ah, I love Swiss chocolates!