Thursday, November 23, 2006


Intelligence is the revolutionary factor in bringing cell phones instead stones and jeans instead animal skins. But it is somewhat sad that though we have gained intelligence, intellectuality is still scarce.


As far as rational thinking goes, nature is our mother. She’s far more subtle and serene than mankind has thought it to be. The physicists have gone chaotic and evolutionary biologists are still flapping hard to comprehend the complexity that lies beneath, at seemingly unfathomable depths below, the surface of reality.


On the grounds of spirituality and morality, it is necessary that we carry out sustainable harvesting of the nature’s bounties. Spirituality may defer from person to person but it surely, always, praises the serenity, charm & beauty of the living world around us.  As far as morality goes, bouncing black bucks and swirling kites mesmerize all the sensitive souls and saving them for our coming generations becomes an ethic.

Friday, October 27, 2006

New blog, new design & fresh articles

I have initiated a blog called 'Enviro Concerns' which is still a baby with few posts.

My idea is to discuss the beauty that nature holds in herself and the blunders that mankind is making.

How can we undo our blunders? it is not as simple as pressing ctrl+z

How can we become more and more eco-friendly?

I have been involved in 'Taru Mitra' since more than a year and I have some experience with general public and their awareness towards nature.

Making laws and penalising people will not change their attitude towards nature.

Everyone should be made sensitive towards nature, if we make them experience the beauty and serenity of nature then nature will work its way into their hearts.

So, I invite all to come and discuss, on 'Enviro Concerns' , nature! and how can we take little steps locally and have an effect globally.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

A Void Longing to be Filled

I sit down on the bench,
To feel calm and to drench,
It's raining - cool and quiet,
Sudden lighting - then white,
A growling thunder in the distance night...

I'm filled with a void, a hole so deep,
Slowly I'm brought to weep,
With that inexpressible sense for longing for more,
I'm filled with a void deep down to the core...

It's so cold, but I want to feel colder,
I'm lonely, I want to feel the isolation,
I'm quiet, I want to feel the silence,
I'm sad, I want to feel the longing,
Inside me...

Then I wait, in the rain, drenching,
Listening to the drops pouring,
Seeking a for of longing I can never explain,
And I'm sitting and waiting...

(C) Tanmay Singal

Tan, you penned down my feelings! Thanks!

I yearn for rain,
To drench tears,
It's less of pain,
When words pierce.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

One beautiful morning.....

Soothing chirps,

Dewdrops sparkles,

A bunch of dandelions!

Butterfly hugs.

I had my exams going on till today. I had an experience on monday morning which I will embrace for life. I had linear algebra test that day and it is abstract but its geometrical manifestations are very beautiful. I was studying throughout the previous night and had a meagre three hours of sleep. I was a little tense over my poor preparations - always i am - before any exam. I park my scooter and walk out of parking on the newly paved way to lecture rooms placed in 'old is gold' architecture of our college - St. Xaviers.

We do not lack fully grown neem, pink cesia or peltoforums in our botanically diverse college campus. I hear some parrots(red necked green parakeets) chirping - to which I am very familar as they are regular visitors to the small birdy place, i have on my terrace with jowar and bajri grains in ample.

I slow down my pace and wink my eyes slothfully to experience the melody and peace in their-what would look- random chirpings. It was very pleasing and soulful.

I hurry a bit so that I can read some more axioms but then a squeak draws my attention towards two squirrels joyously playing on the fountain tree trunk. I had always seen squirrels on the campus but the yet-to-begin winter's fresh morning had a charm and it made everything seem so lovely. I break my concentration to put it to thinking on important theorems and started taking strides instead steps.

I take a shortcut through the dewed lawns instead going around them just to get mesmerised once more, by beautifully lemon coloured butterflies. I just walked through the garden and one zig-zaggler almost touched me, giving me prettiest feelings which I will treasure forever.

The bell rings and I run. It is needless to say that I delivered best answers though my preparations were same as any other paper.

I was running haywire since the blunders I did in calculus paper but post this enchanting experience, my mood became, dramatically and miraculously, happier. I am sure, the reason behind good answers in Physics paper next day is the same experience.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

White hair and a flour mill heir

I have a strange habit of smiling at children to have one back.

Here, I was putting all my energy into carrying this aluminium container weighing 12 kgs and filled with wheat grains to be milled. Probably this was the first time I was assigned this job from kitchen section under the ruling of my mother.

At first, I was amazed to see a lone boy of twelve to thirteen years of age handling the mill. This brought a furious reaction within me as from next week(10/10/06) onwards, employing children under fourteen years of age at the cost of their soft hands and innocence would officially be, a crime.

Further, his skill and expertise in his well-defined job pulled away my focus into curiously and meticuolously observing movements of this yet-to-become coarse hands. He filled polythene with 'bajri' flour and then folded the mouth of bag to eventually tie a knot. Finger movements while tying the knot were too rapid for me to follow but they were accurate ones.

He brought me joy by his adult approach to answering orthodox housewives, shouting at him to get their work done first. I think, he is better-off while working in a cacophonous grinding mill, atleast he can pretend to be a deaf to the maddened shouting of orthodox housewives, who frequent the grocery shops.

Since long, I was finding a chance to look into the eyes of this tortured soul and pour in a smile. His innocence has been so much adulterated that he didn't even look at me while accepting the container or while handing me the chit with 11.8 kgs written on it.

After good fifteen minutes, the shop threshold was entertaining only me and a que of containers waiting to be picked up by their respective owners. And I got to see his expertise on handling of machines lying at the dead end of the thin-long shop.

There! comes a bit funny orthodox lady with the 'dabbo'(container) balanced on her scarfed head. And here! I see a mischievous smile on little soul's face who shyly tells her that it would take more than two hours for a fifteen minute job.
I could visualize Krsna teasing 'Gopi' (one of the village girls, much elder to him, still mesmerised hy him and in deep love with him).

Thank God!, I said to myself, for the kid was alive.

Picture credits: Atomic Mak

Thursday, October 05, 2006

"Dear Ignorance," and "From Dusk to Dawn"

Dear Ignorance,

Declared devil,
Everyman's evil,
Please forgive us from behind your veil.

Colours of light,
Knowledge-its might,
Alas! we didn't recognise your height.

Day without night,
Without dark, the light;
Save wrong existed, what is right?

White shines on black,
Without people, even a King's a jack,
Without your presence, knowledge is lustre-lack.

Thank you for existing,
For showing a grey cloud's lining,
For giving our life, its real,true meaning.

Every shade of Life(Cheer,
Romance, Love or Fear,
Laughter, Smile or a cheek with a tear)
Is what makes the life very dear.

"From Dusk to Dawn"

Snowy sometimes,
Sometimes they're grey,
Toning the sky, as life does each day.

Rosie is sky,
When sun bids it bye,
Saffron sometimes, when day is to die.

From west to east, I follow the ray,
Hey! look at the moon, he looks very gay.
About Venus, what shall I say?
Some heavenly oyster, lays it everyday.

Each time I blinkle,
A new star does twinkle.
When it gets a bit darkle,
Like diamonds, they sparkle.

Grass has started gathering dew,
To sleep, now, I have hours very few.
Now, I'll dream off rest of the night,
Till,when in morn,sun brings back the light.

i must say
Raat Hamari- Parineeta inspired me to penn down "Dear Ignorance,"

Monday, September 25, 2006


Prick prick prick
Needles in a sweet chick.

Typhoid, malaria, viral?
Nothing's known for final.

Its terrible to see a jumping jack,
Lie lifeless on the couch like a sack.

Continual starring by the cat on the wall,
Compels the kid's eyelids to fall.

But what a chatterbox, the tiny tot is!
You gotta tell him, "Shut your mouth, please!"

Photograph credits & copyrights: Hershal Pandya

Sunday, September 24, 2006


hmmm....looking at the word "war":

war is a conflict
between two truths, two ideologies, (staunch)strict.

truths are not absolute,
they are relative. a warring brute
is mindless to understand,
how high does einstein stand.

two truths not always warr,
sometimes, the warring parties are
real devils or a devil 'n a goodie
who are far from being each other's buddy.

whatever be the reason,
war is a consequence of treason.
consequence of which has never been
a calmly, worth seeing scene.

Do comment! (click on comments button below) and also take a look at tactified's views on war

Sunday, August 27, 2006


tactified says:
The will inside your body should drive you to do amazing/powerfull things, and make you exceed to to have different/weird abilities normal people dont seem to posses. Inevitably people may call you weird or other oddities, but in the end result youve just become something entirely different from them, in a better more positive note.
I remember Richard Bach's MESSIAH. There is this village of fishes - all of which cling to rocks and weeds to save themselves from getting dragged along with the flow of river.

One of the fishes is tired of being stuck at the same place all the time and leaves the weed. It bounces on the rocks, gets thrashed with the corals but then eventually is lifted high by the flowing water. And when it passes over some other, similar fish-village, its called a MESSIAH.

People cling to the things tried and told to them by older generation. And when someone refuses to live by the same game-rules and plays his life himself, he's called a miracle or probably an alien these days.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
-Theodore Geisel (Dr. Seuss)

Friday, August 25, 2006

Take Pluto In

My Very Earnest Mother Just Sent Us Nine Pickles,
To IAU, the presence of Pluto Tickles.
My Very Earnest Mother Just Said Us No,
Why does IAU do this, I dunno.
Take Pluto in - a request of mine,
Eight isn't better, make it nine.
Either change the definition,
Or give it an exception.

Sadly, we now have only 8 planets and Pluto along with Charon, Ceres and Xena is a dwarf planet

"My Very ..." are the mnemonics to remember the names of planets in sequence.

Untitled Time Pass

Rains and shines,
Sky,now, is a cloudmine.
See a moment later to
Watch sun do a peek-a-boo.

Its golden for one
Moment and later silvern.
Greedy's treasure,
Skies are seldom azure.

Tin roof 'n a pour,
Lured to a shower.
Got drenched often,
Down with flu - gone all fun.

Showed cravings a limit,
Took all fun-bit by bit,
Got in a cage-well knit,
Now I wanna break it.

Wild and carefree,
Will my heart be,
For not long, monsoon's here,
Can't kill fun out of fear.

Monday, August 21, 2006


Very weary days pass,
Life is not as clear as glass,
Dear one's death,
White wreath,
Soon, on grave, will be grass.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Yet another Open CourseWare, this time in mp3 format

Ohio State University astronomy professor Richard Pogge has made MP3
recordings of his astronomy class lectures available to the general
public. They are available at the website

Regarding copyright and usage of these lectures, the website is quoted:
"All recordings are Copyright © 2006, Richard Pogge, all rights
reserved. You are allowed to make personal copies for your own
listening, but you may not share or otherwise distribute these audio
files to others. If others are interested in listening to them, please
point them to this URL."

You can subscribe to and download the lectures by putting the above
URL into your MP3 software, or just go to that website
to download individual lectures


Thanks to Abhay for sharing this.

Friday, July 14, 2006


Probably this is the first time that I am posting something directly from my life experiences.

Its bugging me since more than a year now.

Why are people soooo mean? and sooo cheap?

Today, I told my dumbo-classmate(Minoy) to switch off the extra lights and fans that he had switched on. I've always hated people like him more than anything in the world. Why? You'll get it by the answer he gave me:"College's gonna pay the bill, why are you bothering 'bout it?"

Tell you, half of the college is filled with these kind of people. Why are they sooo pathetically idiotic, cheap and irritating. May be that's the reason we are facing crisis of energy,water,land,air,.....all the resources.

What I do ? Except pulling my hair whenever I confront these people, I get up and switch off the lights myself. I feel this is best thing one can do and if that dumbo has slightest of shame left in him, he'll feel sorry for his idioticity.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Crappy one

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Almost eight feet tall,
Had a good-heavy snack,
Wall got a crack,
Rubble(ing), tumbling, had a great fall.



Some little words in a pan,
Take care to off the fan,
Toss with a trick,
You have a limerick,
What Rahul can do, anyone can!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

A Moment Captured

I wink my eyes,
While the time flies.

I ponder of my days,
About a year ago,
And I feel the salad days
Are going quick, as time flows.

I wink my eyes,
While the time flies.

Little evenings are spent,
Hiding in a terrace-with no recess,
While D'noy ,the six year old - innocent,
Seeks me, with a cheerful look on his face.

I wink my eyes,
While the time flies.

How wondeful it feels !
Looking at the above word(s)
And stanzas, as if, molehills,
Thru them, I have, A moment captured !


Into the shadows, ye fall!

A sinusoidal wave?
A sort of tale?
Not a fairytale!
Not dumb like a grave.

It seems you're on feather,
It feels you're fragrant-blooming,
The spirit inside's booming,
Happy moments - all gather.

Ignorance takes a toll,
Don't fly high-when its light,
End of the crest comes-despite your might,
Into the shadows, ye fall!


A Bollywood Story

It was a clear, bright day,
We lay over hay,
She asked me to say,
How much I love her, in a voice very gay.

Stupid question, I thought,
Didn't have the answer she sought.
With eager eyes superveasing,
No time to make a story (pleasing),
Difficult!, that too, on first date ever,
To answer, a question expected never,
My eyes broad in awe,
Screamed 'I don't ', without a flaw.
She didn't seem to follow what my eyes spoke,
Tried uttering 'I don't', my throat choke!

Looked at her face again,
Thought with heart instead brain.
Never before heart suffered,
'Love at first sight', had always heard.
Still was difficult to tell magnitude,
I knew she expected an answer in multitude.
Got down of hay without a sound,
Plucked a violet from the ground.
In whispers, I said ''I do!'',
From then, it's this world and 'We Two'.

~Surprisingly Hershal.

Thanks Nyx!

(Samuelson’s lecture at iisc, Bangalore, kvpy, summer camp 2006)

Neither a geek, nor a nerd,
Loves to seek and fly like a bird.
Movies are his passion, dives in the sea,
Follows every fashion, always bears a glee.

Spiked hair and no moustache,
Brains filled with beautiful thoughts,
What seems to others - a headache,
Is more precious to him, than any boughts.

Peaceful night, when others slumber,
Bulb is burning, brain is churning,
Sky, when lit with sun’s amber,
An axiom found, upside-down, the world turning.