Poems

Be Strong

May 31, 2013 Ramu Das 2 Comments

Be strong!

We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;

We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;

Shun not the struggle – face it; ‘tis God’s gift.

Be strong!

Say not, “The days are evil. Who’s to blame?”

And fold the hands and acquiesce – oh shame!

Stand up; speak out, and bravely, in God’s name.

Be strong!

It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,

How hard the battle goes, the day how long;

Faint not – fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.

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M.D. Babcock wrote the above poem. I don’t know how but I came across this poem in the year 2007, and since then, I must say every time I feel a little low or when I think everyone seems fine but me, that is to say, when I suffer from any kind of inferiority complexes, I turn to this poem and read it out as loud as I can, and say to myself, “Be Strong!”

And, after doing that I always feel better. I hope the reader here will find this poem as motivational as I have found.

STORIES

He Will Be Back Sooner Rather Than Later.

May 14, 2013 Ramu Das 5 Comments

Hello lads and ladies!

This man who has been writing all the silly posts on this blog for some time now has something to say to you all. Lend him your ears for another moment, if you will, as you have done so in the past. Or else you stand a chance to call him a broken-hearted man. I’m sure you wouldn’t like that. All he asks of you is to pay him a little attention. That’s it, nothing more. Of course, you people are kind-hearted; I must be busted for assuming anything otherwise.

The fella says he will be away for a month or two. He deems it is necessary to let you know where he is going, for he cares for you, for he wants to keep his readership on this blog active, and when he comes back and writes some more silly posts he wishes to see the amazing people, as he has seen so far, come and embellish the blog as much as they can.

So, where is the fella going anyway? He has been craving to see and hug his parents. He wants to spend some time – some memorable time that he can cherish forever – with them. It has been a long time that he is keeping away from them. It is the nature of his work that forces him to stay away from them; it is not something that he wishes for, but he knows life calls for many kinds of compromises.

He makes you a promise and he means it: it won’t be long before he comes back and once again write some more silly posts. His intention is, and always has been, to entertain you, if not to enlighten you. He plans to explore some famous parts of Northeast India, Nagaland and Assam most preferably, which he calls home. He intends to visit the Kaziranga National Park and click some photos of everything wild and beautiful. Not just that, he would, in fact, click photos of anything and everything that interests him. He hopes his Eastman Kodak Camera would justify the clarity of the photos. He completely trusts his camera in that matter!

So, dear readers, fellow-bloggers, and anonymous visitors do stay tuned. Your friend will be back sooner rather than later.

Poems

Mother, My Mother…

May 12, 2013 Ramu Das 8 Comments

Drained of energy, yet she took the pain all alone;

Guarded me against all odds and faced months’ struggle;

Carried me in so much pain, but she her pain did muffle.

She knew and felt me, when to the world was I unknown.

Then from her into the world I popped out.

Still in pain she lay, yet her eyes glistene’d,

With joy; with my babbling she was smitten’d.

Ah, the first word Ma came out of my mouth.

She Makes me happy, and wipes my tears

She eats less and feeds me more

Much love have I got in all these years.

What more could I ever ask for!

A song let me sing praising my mother’s angel like face

Never have I seen such a beauty!

She who is the epitome of unparalleled grace,

Has infused in me love and taught me my duty.

Mother, my mother, oh, how I love you!

How I miss you mother, my mother!

No matter how I try, I can never pay the due

For the drops of milk you fed me, oh mother.

Away from you I am three-thousand kilometers.

But the distance from you I can no longer bear.

I long to be with you mother, my dear mother.

Soon I shall be with you crossing all the barriers.

I shall come to ease all your pain my mother.

I care for you in my own way.

A word of prayer let me say.

You be hale and hearty every day.

I beseech you mother never to worry any further.

Mother, oh mother, you’re God incarnate.

When the world understands everyone but me,

Mother, sweet mother, you’re the only one I see.

I loved you and shall love you till my death.

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PS: I tried hard not to shed a single drop of tear from my eyes as I was writing this poem, but tears are tears, I could not resist them and they just rolled down my cheek as freely as they could. Just after finishing the poem I started reading it, thereupon, I cried a little more. I cried not only for the things I have written in this poem (that’s jejune, I know), but because of various other reasons, which I can never express in words. Anyway, you might as well like a wonderfully written poem by Rudyard Kipling; it is called “Mother O’ Mine”.

Poems

Take Away Your Filthy Money!

May 11, 2013 Ramu Das Leave a comment

When death to the world everyone is,

You awake and yawn and arise,

To rob the weak no chance you miss.

Yet, all you have for them is malice.

Take away your filthy money!

I desire none of your riches.

Wish more, make merry, oh honey,

But tomorrow find only ashes.

From the slumber when the weak awake,

Then hesitatingly you’ll amendments make.

What will you do for your sustenance?

For question will they your very existence.

VIEWS AND OPINIONS

The Essays Dance

May 4, 2013 Ramu Das 4 Comments

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?

The side effects of exams are horrible. The essays I read during the exam are still dancing in my head, and possibly they will continue to do the same for few more days. Can someone please come and hit me hard in the head with a hammer or some such other tools so that I can find answers to the above questions.

Ah! Not so hard! It pains. Nevertheless, it seems to work, thank you. My senses are back to their designated places and I have got my answers.

Alright, before I say anything more, I must say I’m happy to be alive. How about you all?

In my last post I mentioned about my exams. Well, it is over. For the first time in three years I’m a little happy about my performance in the exam, some of you had wished me luck before the exam, hence the credit is all yours.

But, I could have been the happiest person on earth had the invigilator allowed me some extra time to write, considering the fact that I’m a slowpoke when it comes to writing. I never reproduce the same answers as in the books I read, I make my own answers. Physically, I’m not defective by any chance, and this is apparent to the invigilators. The invigilator, I suppose, is not at liberty to show me any special preference. But the fact, which I can never hide, is that I am the slowest writer on earth, and I don’t mind taking own sweet time. And I always forget: time waits, but not for me.

What an irony it is, I’m a Management Student yet I have not learnt time management. Never in the past three years could I ever keep pace with the limited time in the exam hall and write all the answers, I know the answers, it is not something out of the books, and even if it is out of the books nothing can stop me from attempting them. The limited time has never failed to add to my confusion and my word jumbles and I end up writing incoherently, which otherwise I could have written elegantly had it not been the exam hour.

Academically, I have always been an average guy. The closest to being called a bright student was the time when I was in the 12^th standard, when my name came out in the papers, for there were not many competitors and very easily I could score the highest marks in certain subjects in our state. My teachers as well as my parents were delighted to see my name in print. And though my friends’ praises were faint to the extent of nothing at all, I was happy with their faint praises nonetheless.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure, when the results come out, I’ll get a first-class, like I did the last time. The paper setters of Mumbai University had been very kind in setting the question papers. Even a layman could answers the questions. Hope they will check the answers leniently.