J K Galbraith is no more

In some corner of the morning papers i saw 'JK Galbraith dead'.
A man of towering intellect and the one who saw it all for almost a century,
John Kenneth Galbraith was one of the beautiful minds of yesteryears, an eqivalent of today's Amartya sen or yesterday's Edward Said.

I grew up looking amazed at these folks communicating the world so effectively all its intricacies. Above all is their purity of mind which made them capable of speaking only what they think is truth.

Galbraith famously called india 'a functioning anarchy'. Not a proud thing,
but how true it is after 40 aodd years of his ambassadorship to this country.
in this age of 15 minute fame, we see no more of those convictions that made men like galbraith, who was also the earliest opponent of Vietnam war.

May the beautiful mind rest in peace.

Love's Labor is Never Lost

...... My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him
for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling
when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into
marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting
tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before,
has now transformed into the cause of all my
restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and
extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship
and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments,
like a little girl yearning for candy.

My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of
sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic
moments into our marriage has disheartened me about
love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision,
that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired,there are no reasons for everything in
the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep
thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My
feeling of disappointment only increased, here was
a man who can't even express his predicament, what
else can I hope from him? And finally he asked
me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody
said it right, it's hard to change a person's p
ersonality, and I guess, I have started losing
faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered :
"Here is the question, if you can answer and
convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's
say,I want a flower located on the face of a
mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking
the flower will cause your death, will you do it
for me?"

He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I wokeup the next morning to find him gone, and
saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,
underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near
the front door, that goes....My dear,"I would not
pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
explain the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my heart. I
continued reading."When you use the computer you
always mess up the Software programs,and you cry
in front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers
so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I
have to save my legs to rush home to open the door
for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new
city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.You like
to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be
infected by infantile autism. I have to save my
mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your
boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that
will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save
my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to
clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying
white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while
strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine
and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of
flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young
face...Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is
someone who loves you more than I do... I could not
pick that flower yet, and die.. "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of
his handwriting...and as I conntinue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if
you are satisfied, please open the front door for
I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread
and fresh milk...I rush to pull open the door, and
saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his
hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now
I am very sure that no one will ever love me as
much as he does,and I have decided to leave the
flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by
love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one
tends to ignore the true love that lies in between
the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms,
even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been
a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. .
flowers,and romantic moments are only used and appear
on the surface of the relationship. Under all this,
the pillar of true love stands...and that's our life...
Love, not words win arguments.

Welcome the Lights

Hi ! all lads and lass'
here is the fesival of lights

welcome the lights
DIWALI beckons
diyas are here, there and everywhere
tranquilising, steadying, cheering
and reflection-inducing,
they enliven our hearts,
rejunevate our lives.
welcome the lights!

Welcome the lights,
for the rut of the day
is not that away
when day in and day out
all we will have are but bouts
with programs and exams.
hey! just kidding!
But, look at the diya,
or is it an eye?
like siva's third eye,
it energizes our future
like our inner eye,
it reflects upon our past.
welcome the light
unto the light in your heart
to combine with that divine,
for this is the one
that soothes and guides
when the day is dark
and the way is difficult
welcome the lights!

Welcome the lights,
wearing the smiles
with all the gaiet
and the hopes aplenty
for the lights of life are all galore
and are we not all game to explore !?
welcome the lights!

On this DIWALI, my friends,
i wish u all the 'light' in u'r lives
accept my wishes and their warmth
for these winter nights
when u welcome the lights
into u'r homes, into u'r hearts.