Thursday, March 29, 2007

appreciation not recognition

I was riding back home tonight and as usual, the accelerator accelerated my contemplation.... once my contemplation got me into deep trouble when i hit a standing rickhsaw, anyways!

I feel that in one's life (atleast mine), appreciation matters a lot, it does!

I was watching this stupid awards function about a month back, there was this lady reema bharadwaj (sorry miss! if i messed up ur name...whats imp is what follows).... she collected the trophy for best female playback singer and said " my ego says that i dont work for awards and this piece of metal doesnt matter to me... but my heart says that this pie of appreciation means a lot to me and i'm nervous enough to say a word more..."

This was the only part I liked in that full two hours i wasted before the idiot box.

I can see another hershal standing before me and saying that this article is all trash! because appreciation and recognition are one and the same things... (ofcourse! i dont mean synonymous)

but recognition is to do with praising your success and appreciation is to do with giving an encouraging word looking at a person's effort...

i think i've reached the parking of my apartment and i slide in by the gap , a goodly parked car has kept for the purpose...

"be the change you wish to see in the world" - gandhian words resonate!

there are some pages lying on the floor.... printed on one side and crooked , human figures drawn with a pink crayon on the other side....(the troupe of kids in my apartment,,,,ah! god bless them not to grow up like their parents)

okay.... so i picked up one of them... and wrote "thanks for good parking :-) "! and made the perfect use of windshield wiper.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

SwIfT SeAsOns

Seasons drop and lift,
With pace so swift.
A moment of tear,
Another filled of cheer.
Then for days I sulk,
Followed by glories in bulk.
As I stand on the shore,
Time flows,my awe soars.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Mood Swings , Wish to be a child again

Pale is my skin,
Which used to be light,
Surrounding the wounds within
Sleeves, guarding them from sunlight.

For sunlight burns my blood,
That floweth upon the wound,
Though it will clot-heal the flood,
I fear the onlooker's sound?

Someone ripped my sleeves apart,
Exposing the darks I hid
From eyes none other than mine. Heart
Still pounds hard, wishing I myself should have slid.

Today as I hear a child cry,
Envies my heart, those tears
That roll on cheeks-pulled wry,
Inviting slumber and streaming fears.

Wish to be a child again
And cry like a tap,
Whenever inflicted with pain.
And hide my face in mother's lap.

Those folds in her garments,
Were so soothing, I realise.
Taking away torments,
Saving me of condolences(most of them lies).

A parable I protagonised,
Still my hands pull out sleeves,
Over wounds that have arised,
A ripper is blessed, though the ripping peeves.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Reliving Past - 8th October 2006


Had penned this long before... just as its quite realistic, quite nostalgic and quite fictious, i dared not keep this up. I do dare now.

A six year old monstrous, innocent boy and his strict, loving mother.
Its late in the night, kitchen's winding awaits arrival of father.
Something happened. Probably, a prank.
He said sorry, mother's anger didn't sank.

For, the prank was devilish and at a wrong time too.
Daddy! the saviour is not home yet, he thought. 'What shall I do?'
He thought of running to neighbour's house,
'Dear Uncle will save me while I play cat and mouse'.
Here comes mummy, tears swell up before the burst
'Surely, I'm gonna get smacked. Let me run-away, first.'
Kid runs out, into the passage, onto the stairs.
His cries burst out and behind, the door gets closed.
Inside, mother is in tears, while watching the mess she is to clear.

Discipline is must for a better future. True is her thinking for her dear(child).
Out he cries, n'bors try hard but tear never dries.
Fright is gone but heavier is guilt,
'Mummy works all day long, I never help a bit?'

Neighbours carry him home, fetch him water, clean his pee.
Clowns all around but his face is far from bearing a glee.
Fright is gone but heavier is guilt.

Atlast, he's tired of weeping and lullabies make him sleep,
Mother opens the door, with sorrows down-deep,
Goes next door, hugs her child who now is in a sound sleep.
Its thirteen years now, my fright is gone but heavier is guilt.

Self Centric Hershal...

When asked the meaning of my name, I would always answer "I'm defining it!" or to stubborn people, I would say "its the name for planet 'Uranus' or 'Neptune' , i dont care!"

Analysing Hershal.....

"Hersh" in gujarati or hindi or sanskrit would mean happiness

"Hershey" is the chocolate I love & occasionally my pet name.

"Herschel" Williams is the astronomer who discovered Uranus & Pluto

And on my visit to the bookstore last week, I was overjoyed to see

"Hershal" means a Lover, so I am.

is anything else that clicks to your mind? something to do with hershal?

man! m soo self-centric, am I? May be I'm a little eccentric but I am very glad to know that "Hershal" means a Lover.... [:)]

Calvin, Hobbes & my fascination...

pls. note: i have cropped a lot of posts from the blog. So, only those, which according to me, are good ones are available in the have a look at the archives.

Its been long since I talked about something to my blog( 'coz i think i hardly get any visitors). Best of my posts are now burried under the burden of 'archives'. sob!sob!sigh!

Anyways, for anyone who might tread this way... Today, after what it might seem like eternity, I want to talk about Calvin , Hobbes & why both these brats enchant me?

I like the way imagination flies in Calvin's mind and the world he creates for himself, a niche, where he's hopping along with his friend Hobbes. He's naughty, chirpy, happy happy, but sometimes quite philosophical and to me, euphemistic.

And words such as 'stinkhead', 'sissy', 'rats!', 'possum stuck in the colar' mingle in my mind all the time and I am so excited to use them when an appropriate opportunity comes.

Whenever its all gloomy, sulky, smokey & cloudy in my mind.... watching Hobbes and Calvin hugging each other soothes me out a lot.(its on my wallpaper & icons,thts been there since a month and half on my desktop where a wallpaper hardly stays for half a day's time)

I remember one such sulky time when I decided to sit and read calvin strips.... It refreshened me up so much that I wrote a poem for my dearest Calvin 'n Hobbes.

Here it goes:

Calvin: The Shocking True Story of the Boy whose Exploits Panicked a Nation

He phones the president,
A-bombs, I want two of them
from your defense department

Else I'll e-mail your nation,
ur click-where you flirt in fashion.
will be up on posters for next election.

the presy is petrified,
calls on his p.a. - who's horrified
they call back calvin, to bargain, in a tone very terrified.

calvin says no bargain,
e-mail forwards are gonna reign,
u r done!, out of office, catch the next train.

hobbes pities presy-the poor,
he wanted to go for an african-safari tour,
he's gonna get thrashed by the first lady for sure.

Presy tries hard, flutters like the last bird on the branch.
calls up the defense, but A-bomb guard is off for brunch
what shall I do now? calvin's taking me for lunch.

Calvin hears some artillery,
Presy's come to snatch that pic, before it goes wirey,
he's about to click,
"Its 8,Calvin! get out of bed and get ready", its his mom in a mood-fiery.