I get this !
Listen. watch when you can,
interview shortly …
For the sins of man, and brown girl in the ring with beauty crown
someone has to apologise for fear and loss or poverty, war,
tsunamis and ballet – all marrying each other on the run, and
not saying how long they will stay…
and how. No one ‘s asking permission, no one’s dressing properly, everyone’s staying out too late,
everyone’s dating ! Even Juvenile lawyer for the Juvenile criminal( local Indian news) lost his mind, ‘I would burn that girl alive – how dare she stay out till 9! How dare she !’ he said, to our horror and I
looked at my time, it was 9 and I too was out late – worry &Sigh! ( Would those rapists ( DelhiBus) have stopped if that guy with her was her husband ? Hey Lawyer, you’re worse than anything I’ve ever read off the history of man, woman or child, and trust me, am putting this mild )
Where was I ? Ah. Crime and Beauty pageants gone – wrong , on the same page, am….
hey I’m feeling guilty, and don’t know why. Should I ?
Uh… wh – uh …
also, for being women. And human. For having to wear Indian clothes that leave out boots and gear that could perhaps improve our safety. For being brought up to believe, love, trust. That very Indian quality that makes us endearing. I know, I am recipient of appreciation for my Indian smile.
And yes, I would have trusted that Bus conductor waving me in at 9pm. I apologise for that. I apologise also that some times I wear the sari. I never really argue, I do not doubt. But now I do. And it scares me. To need to doubt. And to hear ‘; burning alive’ said with such ease. I apologise to Nirbhaya‘s parents. I cringe inside, and wish we could all just return to normal… like it used to be when there was no divide between men and women, when we just human, when the only colours that existed were true blood red , and .. uh … am sorry, but then came yellow.
Sometimes it is worth the wait, for a dream to come true. Even dreams and wishes change. Didn’t we all know that ? And yet, this is a new thing, to know how much a person can be humbled within, to change. To never mind insult. To not even notice hate. To forgive move on, be smacking grateful for the view. Dearest Lord, did You know we could all change this much ? Esp me ?
Did I even know – I was a painting ? An instrument – strung with tension, chord and bar ; that this and that would be the song in the dark, in the light, in the roof top and other unheard of places…
Did we know the bigger picture – how could I at least – am this size, I thought, these here were just arms and feet… these here, were just eyes and ears and nose and toes… how could I have known, these are what tones and melodies, or discord are made of…
but now that I know – ah now that I know, and its been made clear… am staring anew, dear God… there’s so much now I may not misunderstand….
never realised we are your song…
I will not let go of anything
except what I don’t need
to with hold
Each new day now I open my eyes and see –
this is more beautiful than yesterday,
Dark edges Light . I did not see that before –
even Darkness knows the Light ;
where can It run : the Light finds It, floods It ;
we grew up with the uncertain knowledge of Night , but
last night I watched It leave, watched It break into little pieces
of Day ;
can I ever be the same
I have broken into Day….
TRY THE MIRACLE OF GRATITUDE..
IT CAN BRIGHTEN ANY DARK CORNER,
THROWS LIGHT INTO ANY SITUATION,
LIGHTENS ANY LOAD,
GIVES YOU BEAUTY FOR ASHES
WHISPERS NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE,
SHOWS YOU – YOU ARE PRECIOUS,
MAKES IT ALL WORTH THE EFFORT,
YES, I’VE TRIED THE MIRACLE OF GRATITUDE
FOR THE LIFE, GIVEN,
IT CHANGES ME
IT CHANGES ME
The words came out and met over my head,
what can you say ;
they ( words) have a life of their own, I am just rented space,
they are often too much to put on paper
and break into a song, dear God,
what made the first song, was it a river, a stream,
a scream, was it a rain drop pattern drip – drop on a
pain, was it a cough, a sneeze, stammer that happened
with the rain….
Zadock Ben David
I have never got tired of this one : thank you Sir.
” You have to trust that the ‘ dots’ will somehow connect in the future..
………..STAY HUNGRY, STAY FOOLISH …”
Do listen :
Uploaded on Mar 7, 2008 Drawing from some of the most pivotal points in his life, Steve Jobs, chief executive officer and co-founder of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, urged graduates to pursue their dreams and see the opportunities in life’s setbacks — including death itself — at the university’s 114th Commencement on June 12, 2005.
What were you afraid of
(They said it was U Tube geek day, I checked but fell in here : See Homeless human slinky!
My impressions here, are dedicated to house hunters and eco- victims! This is American TV at best, but blood still runs red mate, there are still things we all collectively need, regardless. Human slinky blest by his struggles, must see…. below )
Homelessness can teach you Extremes
how to use pain
contortions – as moves
how to dance in the streets
how to use your spine
how to use your naked hunger/ your Ouch factor
how to kneel, how to walk on arms….
You learn to control people who watch you;
Most people don’t embrace something, you got to
embrace something, to cry like that, to entertain like that
from the wrungs of your soul,
nothing less than your 100 percent dream- wrenchn’ soul- taking
time- to weep and change the way you smile, to never
stop being real…
Happy U tube geek day :)))))