Thursday, June 18, 2009

Blame Game - Our favorite pastime!!!


Story 1
A six year old kid comes back from school with her book missing and a torn classwork copy. Her mother inquires from her on how did this happen and the quick retort she gets to hear, "My classmate took away my book and tore off my copy." The mum rushes to the school next day to give a piece of her mind to the teacher and realizes her precious little daughter lied since she herself was responsible for that minor mishap. 

Story 2

A student appearing for her final exams is unable to finish the paper on time and comes out and tells her parents, the teacher took away the paper before time because the teacher never had a liking for her. So obviously she couldn't complete the paper and didn't do too well. The parents blame the teacher for their daughter's failure...

Story 2
A young man gets a new job, works for couple of months and then gets kicked out. He goes out spreading the rumour that the whole team along with the management got together and threw him out. But not for once does he peep into his conscience and analyze that in those past couple of months he was hardly ever productive and used to cringe and crib for being told to handle all kinds of tasks. He never worked and hence others managed to reach far ahead of him. Instead he took comfort by patronizing his ego and making his family and himself belief that injustice was done to him. 

Story 3

Any number of terrorists attacks and the end of it, what happens, the government blames the police, the police blames the army and the army blames the government. Round and round goes the circle of blame game. People who have lost their loved ones are made to see this silly circus over and over again. Each time an attack happens, promises are made to be broken even before the ashes of the dead has cooled down...

Why? Why time and again we try to save our hinds or massage our bloated egos by blaming others for our follies. Isn't it time that we grew up and took responsibility for our actions. Isn't it time enough that we taught our kids it is okay to make mistakes, but what's more important is to take responsibility for that mistake, learn from it and try and not commit the same mistake again. 

When will we realize that we are not perfect and that all of us have weaknesses and can make mistakes, but instead of owning up to them, we behave like complete sissies and put the blame on someone else. 

I wonder when will there be an end to this vicious circle of passing on the blame????

When will we actually become bold enough and stand up and admit to our follies? 

When will we turn into individuals who are not afraid to own up to their weaknesses??






Monday, April 27, 2009

An elusive dream

I just chanced upon this phrase 'An elusive dream' and decided to make it a title for a blog. However, right now I am at a loss of that specific thread of thought which made me think of this particular phrase...

Maybe I will come back later and write something as poetic or lyrically beautiful as the title itself...


Wednesday, April 8, 2009

A haggard soul

Every morning when I pass by through the mist of the heavy traffic
Invariably my gaze falls on a haggard beggar woman
Funny little hat and tardy rags barely manage to cover her tattered body
Standing barefoot on the sun-baked path
Completely unaware of the looming nature’s wrath
She looks at the world with an unknown wisdom
Oblivious to the stinking stares she gets from the bystanders
Wondering what’s all the big fuss about
While she bellows with the thundering clouds

She fiddles and twitches as if she’s gets ready for a busy day
Looking upwards she gives a broken-tooth smile
While the rest of the world hurries to save their hinds
Dripping from head to toe she receives horrid glances
She fidgets with her hat
In the wistful hope it would save her
from the evils of the thunderous black clouds.

But her fate was not to be so
As the next moment a thunder crucifies her to the spot
Indignation and shock spreads across
As the crowd watches the horrid scene unfold before their eyes

Till a second before, her life was filled with cruelty and hatred
The very next moment she is subjected to shock, sympathy and incredulity
The world, which wouldn’t spare her a glance 
Can now not take off their eyes from this haggard soul
Who lay crucified on the thunder struck path