Technically Yours
If only I had the best system
That executes orders at the speed of thought
I thought I would be the best trader on earth
I did get the best system
Only to lose considerable portion of my hard-earned money
Just at the speed of my thought
If I had money more than I need
I said I will light someone's life
Will do what all I can
To remove poverty from the society
But when I got money
I rebuilt my house to a bigger one
If I had the advanced learners dictionary
I said my English would be good
And my vocabulary would be extensive
I did get one
Only to decorate my bookshelf when not in use
And to be used as a pillow and tranquilizer when in use
With all these my life did not change
But I thank God for these circumstances
They did enlighten me
They did teach me a lesson
As every situation teaches a lesson if really
We had our eyes and ears open
If I had a chisel I cannot be a Leonardo or Michael Angelo
It's not the tool, but the application
That really matters!
2010-02-23
2010-02-20
Google Sidewiki entry by leno
Massacre in Amristar
in reference to:"Massacre in Amristar"
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2010-02-16
Massacre in Amristar
I stumbled on a diary
That had records of history
On the preface it read
"History is not just full of bravado
If yes it would be dull
But of sentiments and emotion-packed sequences
No better film would match it
It equals itself"
The year was 1919
- the place Amristar
The day was unusually hotter than any day
Maybe that was a prelude to what's going to happen
To make things worse it happened on a day
That was considered unlucky by many
It was the 13th of April, 1919
A black day in the history of India
one thousand five hundred and twenty six
Men, women and children were mercilessly killed
By the order of one called Reginald Dyer
- the Brigadier General
And there was another man
- Sir Michael O'Dwyer, British Lieutenant-Governor of Punjab,
Supported his action
Three days back
A demonstration against the arrest of two leaders
Satya Pal and Saifuddin Kitchlew
Terrified the British Administration of Punjab
They had dreams of 1857 dangling before them
Adding fuel to the fire
Some men that took part in protest were killed
The crowd retaliated killing some five Europeans
And the military killed some twenty
Well, this could have been deemed a score settled
Though twenty was anyway more than five
At least in mathematics
Cometh the 13th, cometh the trouble
For the celebrations of Baisakhi
Sikhs from all parts of the nation
Assembled in Jallianwala Bagh
General Dyer had hallucinations
Both auditory and visual
Defeat dangled before his eyes
And he heard people laughing at him
He did not want to be a laughing stock
But wanted to take stock of the situation
And so he ordered that people be killed
Be shot even if they were flat on the ground
Show mercy to not even women and children
Was all that he said to his Gurkhas
He closed all entrances and exits
One thousand four hundred bullets
Ripped the chest of Mother India
Leaving more than equal number of people dead
The world stood stunned
Even the British Raj condemned it
But Dyer had support from O'Dwyer
And a few newspapers in England supported his action
Dyer's face reminds me of The Tiger and the Lamb of Blake
He was from a school of discipline
And always hated Indians for their chaotic life
As a Brit he was a chivalrous man
He respected women but European
There was an incident
That caused Dyer to have sleepless nights
For a couple of days before he turned insane
Miss Marcella Sherwood
- supervisor of Mission Day School for Girls
Was assaulted by a group
But then came the helping hands of other Indians
That rescued her from the mob
And she was led to safety
This one incident fumed the insolent mind of Dyer
How could they insult a woman?
It needs retribution
So determined was Dyer that he set his mind
To avenge the insult done to Miss Sherwood
He set an order that the place
Where Sherwood was assaulted
Be made sacred
And all that who want to pass that way
Had to crawl on all fours
A humiliation that he imposed
Showcase his mind that he considered Indians mere animals
This is the same place
where people assembled for their festival
And an irked Dyer ordered the shooting
All is well
Back in England he was honored
"the Saviour of the Punjab with sword of honour and a purse"
Two years after his heroics
His past haunted him
Dyer became paralyzed
And lived for another six years
Never recovering from it
Surely the Lord lives
The man who said Dyer's action was correct
- O'Dwyer was Shot in 1940
By one who was wounded physically and mentally
In the massacre of Amristar in Caxton Hall
Though Udham Singh, the bravo was hanged
Was called a martyr by Nehru and attained martyrdom
History will call it
A tale of doom and death
of Dyer and O'Dwyer
I stumbled on a diary
That had records of history
On the preface it read
"History is not just full of bravado
If yes it would be dull
But of sentiments and emotion-packed sequences
No better film would match it
It equals itself"
The year was 1919
- the place Amristar
The day was unusually hotter than any day
Maybe that was a prelude to what's going to happen
To make things worse it happened on a day
That was considered unlucky by many
It was the 13th of April, 1919
A black day in the history of India
one thousand five hundred and twenty six
Men, women and children were mercilessly killed
By the order of one called Reginald Dyer
- the Brigadier General
And there was another man
- Sir Michael O'Dwyer, British Lieutenant-Governor of Punjab,
Supported his action
Three days back
A demonstration against the arrest of two leaders
Satya Pal and Saifuddin Kitchlew
Terrified the British Administration of Punjab
They had dreams of 1857 dangling before them
Adding fuel to the fire
Some men that took part in protest were killed
The crowd retaliated killing some five Europeans
And the military killed some twenty
Well, this could have been deemed a score settled
Though twenty was anyway more than five
At least in mathematics
Cometh the 13th, cometh the trouble
For the celebrations of Baisakhi
Sikhs from all parts of the nation
Assembled in Jallianwala Bagh
General Dyer had hallucinations
Both auditory and visual
Defeat dangled before his eyes
And he heard people laughing at him
He did not want to be a laughing stock
But wanted to take stock of the situation
And so he ordered that people be killed
Be shot even if they were flat on the ground
Show mercy to not even women and children
Was all that he said to his Gurkhas
He closed all entrances and exits
One thousand four hundred bullets
Ripped the chest of Mother India
Leaving more than equal number of people dead
The world stood stunned
Even the British Raj condemned it
But Dyer had support from O'Dwyer
And a few newspapers in England supported his action
Dyer's face reminds me of The Tiger and the Lamb of Blake
He was from a school of discipline
And always hated Indians for their chaotic life
As a Brit he was a chivalrous man
He respected women but European
There was an incident
That caused Dyer to have sleepless nights
For a couple of days before he turned insane
Miss Marcella Sherwood
- supervisor of Mission Day School for Girls
Was assaulted by a group
But then came the helping hands of other Indians
That rescued her from the mob
And she was led to safety
This one incident fumed the insolent mind of Dyer
How could they insult a woman?
It needs retribution
So determined was Dyer that he set his mind
To avenge the insult done to Miss Sherwood
He set an order that the place
Where Sherwood was assaulted
Be made sacred
And all that who want to pass that way
Had to crawl on all fours
A humiliation that he imposed
Showcase his mind that he considered Indians mere animals
This is the same place
where people assembled for their festival
And an irked Dyer ordered the shooting
All is well
Back in England he was honored
"the Saviour of the Punjab with sword of honour and a purse"
Two years after his heroics
His past haunted him
Dyer became paralyzed
And lived for another six years
Never recovering from it
Surely the Lord lives
The man who said Dyer's action was correct
- O'Dwyer was Shot in 1940
By one who was wounded physically and mentally
In the massacre of Amristar in Caxton Hall
Though Udham Singh, the bravo was hanged
Was called a martyr by Nehru and attained martyrdom
History will call it
A tale of doom and death
of Dyer and O'Dwyer
2010-02-13
2010-02-10
Way to Learn
There sat on the corner of the street
On a chair a bespectacled man
With a frown on his head and paper on his hand
Him I thought was an observer
And I grew up thinking an observer will just be like that
Perception was a seed when I am a child
With me it also grew up but as a tree
When young habits can easily be pruned
But as a grown up it is a bit hard
To unbelieve what I believed all these years
To unlearn what I have learned wrong
Then comes the proverb to rescue
It is better late than never
We are what we think
And if we think aright
Our walk would be no doubt straight
Thinking I would say is a blessing
It's a fortune in disguise
There is no winner who has never thought
Thinkers are slow but steady
They never draw to a conclusion just by what they see
But weigh and reason everything with facts
It is not just the man
That sits on the corner of the street
Bespectacled and wearing a frown in his head
Is an observer
But every child, animal and neighbors
Are observers I understood
No more I ever think the way I thought before
There sat on the corner of the street
On a chair a bespectacled man
With a frown on his head and paper on his hand
Him I thought was an observer
And I grew up thinking an observer will just be like that
Perception was a seed when I am a child
With me it also grew up but as a tree
When young habits can easily be pruned
But as a grown up it is a bit hard
To unbelieve what I believed all these years
To unlearn what I have learned wrong
Then comes the proverb to rescue
It is better late than never
We are what we think
And if we think aright
Our walk would be no doubt straight
Thinking I would say is a blessing
It's a fortune in disguise
There is no winner who has never thought
Thinkers are slow but steady
They never draw to a conclusion just by what they see
But weigh and reason everything with facts
It is not just the man
That sits on the corner of the street
Bespectacled and wearing a frown in his head
Is an observer
But every child, animal and neighbors
Are observers I understood
No more I ever think the way I thought before
2010-02-08
Ray of hope
Everything seemed to have lost
As hope evaporated
Nothing to cling on
Nothing to cleave upon
Everything seemed impossible
Except defeat
The world seemed to have moved apart
It was my life
Before you came in
As a sigh a relief
To every earth there is a moon
And as there is one earth there you are one moon
Just a peep at you would make me forgot my grief
So powerful is your charm
You gave me new hope to live on
Because of you now from a constant worrier
I have become a warrior
Everyday is a challenge
And everyday I am looking forward to
Who are you, I do not know
What are you, again no idea
To me, you are just a ray of hope!!
Everything seemed to have lost
As hope evaporated
Nothing to cling on
Nothing to cleave upon
Everything seemed impossible
Except defeat
The world seemed to have moved apart
It was my life
Before you came in
As a sigh a relief
To every earth there is a moon
And as there is one earth there you are one moon
Just a peep at you would make me forgot my grief
So powerful is your charm
You gave me new hope to live on
Because of you now from a constant worrier
I have become a warrior
Everyday is a challenge
And everyday I am looking forward to
Who are you, I do not know
What are you, again no idea
To me, you are just a ray of hope!!
Road to success
There might be many roads
That lead to Rome
But one road might be easy to tread on
That road needs to be chosen rightly
True in life, isn't it?
Choosing words are not as tough as choosing the right road
But choosing the right words
Have their rewards for sure
They can make or break one
Anyone who remained successful for long
Would have been able to do that
Only by harnessing the tongue
And those who have fallen in most cases
Are rapists of words and truth
Any man who has a vision
Will certainly be careful with his words
To him words would be like flowers
Which he would not like to trample upon
From now on let us too see words as fresh flowers
We would then not dare to trample it
But will keep the aroma with us
One can't seal the smell of a fresh ripe fruit
The goodness will spread everywhere
Fruits can either be left to ripe or to rot
It is how we choose them to be
So are words
And the old comparison of words to pearls stands true to this day
Let us not be swines that stray the pearls
But ones who will treasure them, so will have life
And shall remain successful forever
Dawn of my day
Through the window
first came the rays
then came the sunlight
Bathing me with warmth
Stripping off my coldness
All just in one go
It was a sudden change in temperature
I woke up with coffee beside
And newspaper under my cot
I was too lazy to bend
But I am loving it
I looked at the mirror
I saw not my face
But something running in it
First a bit blur, then it was clear
Two cold eyes moist enough
If squeezed would give an ounce of water
Suddenly became warm
Seeing you come near me
And when you passed me
It was like sun rays seeping through my window
At last I woke up and on my legs
And opened the windows
To see flowers violet, red, blue, yellow
But the smell that brushed through
Smelt more of your fragrance
I took a deep breath in
And sipped the cup of coffee
With paper in hand
Wow it was beautiful
And thus started my day
Through the window
first came the rays
then came the sunlight
Bathing me with warmth
Stripping off my coldness
All just in one go
It was a sudden change in temperature
I woke up with coffee beside
And newspaper under my cot
I was too lazy to bend
But I am loving it
I looked at the mirror
I saw not my face
But something running in it
First a bit blur, then it was clear
Two cold eyes moist enough
If squeezed would give an ounce of water
Suddenly became warm
Seeing you come near me
And when you passed me
It was like sun rays seeping through my window
At last I woke up and on my legs
And opened the windows
To see flowers violet, red, blue, yellow
But the smell that brushed through
Smelt more of your fragrance
I took a deep breath in
And sipped the cup of coffee
With paper in hand
Wow it was beautiful
And thus started my day
2010-02-07
Be my Valentine - the story of t(rue)wo lovers
20 years ago
As a way of proposing
He kneeled before me
- gave me roses
And asked will I be his valentine?
I still remember the number
It was three
White, yellow and red
I had to choose
But one
I chose red
because my lips too were red
and they made a good match
He asked if he can kiss me
I kissed the rose
And gave it to him
Then we got married
10 years later
The tradition continued
He gave me roses
White, yellow and red
We now are married
And as every couple
We had our differences and rifts
My lips were still red
But now my lips did not look for a match
I thought it's high time
That we forget our differences
As a sign of reconciling
I chose white
He said thanks
Another 10 years rolled
The tradition did not change
He gave me roses
White, yellow and red
There were no differences between us
My friends say he has got all my good qualities
And his mother say I am more like him
I had no other option but to let go white
We are now thick as friends
I thought there is no need for me to go for yellow
But I took the roses red and yellow
And gave the yellow back to him
It I thought would match his shirt and he took it with glee
After 20 years
He bowed before me for the first time
And said "be my valentine"
My lips are not as red as they were
But I kissed the rose
And said "be my valentine"
2010-02-03
2010-02-02
Road to success
There might be many roads
That lead to Rome
But one road might be easy to tread on
That road needs to be chosen rightly
True in life, isn't it?
Choosing words are not as tough as choosing the right road
But choosing the right words
Have their rewards for sure
They can make or break one
Anyone who remained successful for long
Would have been able to do that
Only by harnessing the tongue
And those who have fallen in most cases
Are rapists of words and truth
Any man who has a vision
Will certainly be careful with his words
To him words would be like flowers
Which he would not like to trample upon
From now on let us too see words as fresh flowers
We would then not dare to trample it
But will keep the aroma with us
One can't seal the smell of a fresh ripe fruit
The goodness will spread everywhere
Fruits can either be left to ripe or to rot
It is how we choose them to be
So are words
And the old comparison of words to pearls stands true to this day
Let us not be swines that stray the pearls
But ones who will treasure them, so will have life
And shall remain successful forever
There might be many roads
That lead to Rome
But one road might be easy to tread on
That road needs to be chosen rightly
True in life, isn't it?
Choosing words are not as tough as choosing the right road
But choosing the right words
Have their rewards for sure
They can make or break one
Anyone who remained successful for long
Would have been able to do that
Only by harnessing the tongue
And those who have fallen in most cases
Are rapists of words and truth
Any man who has a vision
Will certainly be careful with his words
To him words would be like flowers
Which he would not like to trample upon
From now on let us too see words as fresh flowers
We would then not dare to trample it
But will keep the aroma with us
One can't seal the smell of a fresh ripe fruit
The goodness will spread everywhere
Fruits can either be left to ripe or to rot
It is how we choose them to be
So are words
And the old comparison of words to pearls stands true to this day
Let us not be swines that stray the pearls
But ones who will treasure them, so will have life
And shall remain successful forever
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