The Real and the Virtual

                                    The Real and the Virtual

I live  simultaneously in the real and the virtual world. Each world is fascinating in its own way .While in the virtual world I get lost in the waking dream wish fulfilment;   the real world fills me with wonder, when I face the twain, the adventures and the challenges.

Stark reality, is something that I enjoy, while most people as T S Eliot says "...cannot bear too much of reality ," I enjoy and every moment of my life it  gives me a renewed sense of joy.This is how I have accepted life and I wish to live it to the hilt. No..no..not the Ulysses way but in a normal human way.

I normally advise students to start the day as a ROCK-STAR but I as a  woman at 53 begin my day in that manner. Each day when I start from my home I start with a song on my lips and I reach school before I complete it. Think so many things and plan my day and as I enter the school I set to work upon it.

Even at school I fleet from the real to the virtual and, the virtual to the real rushing to my classes or the Principals office. Before I realise the day gets over and again the play starts. That keeps me agile and thinking. I feel energetic. Seldom do I feel sleepy....thus my day goes on and on. I wonder if Jack Feeney were to know this what would have been his say.The eerie world between dream, desire and awakening...

This is the mantra that I always have a smile on my lips and find humour at every instance......

Ones who mean more than our lives, but why are they shunned????

Ones who mean more than our lives, but why are they shunned????

Tomorrow is the world old age day. A day to remember them, a day to pay a visit to the old homes? a day to show our reverence with some cash or gifts.

In India parents are termed as 'pitrudeva' and 'matru deva'.  Deva means to give, parents stand as our spiritual guidance during the testing times of our life. But why are they ignored and abused? Why do they become a burden for the family members?

It is sad to hear the tirades of ill-treatment...how soon man forgets that the days of geriatrics are numbered and it comes in its own space and time.

As a teacher I have often seen that it is the grandparents who take care of their grand child look after them drop them to school and again come and wait for their grandchild to take them back home.At times I wonder how many times they must have been admonished by their son or daughter-in-law for not reaching on time?

The days of sacrifice, the days of nurturing their children is all forgotten and the poor  parents are left on the lurch. If their children are doing well, the well-off children purchase a flat, provide a car and a driver..they wait for days together for their children. At times a call comes but it is soon spent in hies and hows.....

At times I think------- should we go the Japan way and see the schools and colleges closing down for the dearth of children.................

Where have the values gone? An elderly person at home makes a world of difference.Because he has seen the world at a closer range.He has the ability to lighten up the Western sky ..so let us give them the due importance and make a move to close the old-age homes down.

A heart felt gratitude to the ones who have bequeathed a legacy to us......their posterity.

EXPECTATIONS
Every-time I have expected, I was hurt.
Every-time I thought things would happen this way I was hurt.
Every time had my trust on people I was hurt.

Every-time I waited for an answer and it did not come , I was hurt.
Every-time I said something but expected a favourable answer I was hurt.
Every-time-time I made a first attempt I was rebuffed.

It is time for the one to return home. The comfort zone.
To repair and nurture the pain.
 I feel a section of my heart has gone cold.
It throbs but is bereft of feelings.

The cobwebs of temporary relationships should snap.
I have a notion...
it is time for me to pack my roll.
My existence and worth is over.
God let down the invisible ladder to pull me up.
I  wish to be with my dad and mom.
Speak to them about the weird ways of the world.

Or should I learn to LOVE people Less.

LINES FOR SELF

Has anybody ever written lines for self?
Yet ,   live up to the fact that you are ignored.

Things have already ebbed.
Allow others to carry on their own cross.

Space of one is own and cannot be trespassed upon.
Liberate the dispassionate souls
.
What is yours will remain yours what is not will never stay.
Reality has to be lived upon.

Time to bow out of the arena.
Time to set myself free from all bindings.
Must gather wind under my wings.

No point in living life in reciprocal deeds.
Face the grind according to your needs.

REMINISCENCES

Why do that hour come buzzing back.
With floating, forgotten memories.
Pencil in my lips I contemplate.
Why do such things trouble me?

Ah! no followers in the WINDOW to the world.
Strains of unsung music and unfinished dialogues come in.
Thoughts being transformed to wispy smoke.
Untouched; unbleached; into the vast dark black unknown expance.

REDEMPTION

Every time you hurt me,

but, I don't get angry with you.Everytime it pains,but, I dont say a word to you.Everytime you remain mute I forgive you on the spot.
Because I consider it is my mistake,
I punish myself anew.