Archive for June, 2008

 

Allowing connection…

June 25th, 2008Posted by raksha

The Connection… A few gadgets I always swear by and would not be caught dead without are my I-pod, digital spoken dictionary and of course my cell phone. My laptop too is very much a part of my everyday life and an indispensable travel accompaniment. Yes, these techies allow me my ‘space’ and recluse even [...]

I am not God! But if I do all that I can…it is ok being human too!

June 19th, 2008Posted by raksha

I am not God! In the first round that I passed it, I thought it to be a soft long twig, trampled under the morning walkers Nike and Reebok shoes. It had acquired the dirty red colour of the clay that the track was made of. In the second round I thought I saw it [...]

Allowing connection…

June 15th, 2008Posted by raksha

The Connection… A few gadgets I always swear by and would not be caught dead without are my I-pod, digital spoken dictionary and of course my cell phone. My laptop too is very much a part of my everyday life and an indispensable travel accompaniment. Yes, these techies allow me my ‘space’ and recluse even [...]

Friendship through Urdu poetry

June 12th, 2008Posted by raksha

Friendship through Urdu poetry He walked in the auditorium and took the seat in front of her. Pleasant looking, Snighdha tagged him, and then went back to the Sitarvadan. Yet again she found her soul drenching in the soft yet all-encompassing nodes that the strings produced at the hands of the deft Sitarist. From the [...]

Love and hatred…strange!

June 6th, 2008Posted by raksha

Love and hatred I didn’t want to party-hop He was firm on going My anger went on an upward drive He knew it would be so He also knew That he would handle me later He could We went Those words would pierce him Prick his ego Besides they were not true Yet I had [...]

Surrender and Faith…

June 4th, 2008Posted by raksha

Surrender and faith… It was purely out of respect for a close friend that I agreed to accompany her to conduct a half hour Yog session for sevaks of a local NGO here. What would they learn in the miniscule time-slot allotted for this infinite stream that Yog was? I was sure that the Karya-karta’s [...]