...mental health remains a neglected area world over, and more so in undeveloped countries... but for me a favorite area. why so? that i am still trying to figure out.
anyway, there are some encouraging happenings at WHO, such as 'no health without mental health', and increased pressure to make mental health aspects part of of global health etc are occurring.
a book "donde no hey doctor", (where there is no doctor), had become a champion of poor/undeveloped parts of the world - for their health/doctor needs - similarly another book, 'where there is no psychiatrist" has come out, which is a promising sign.
though when i see people putting in lots of efforts to achieve / succeed BUT neglect mental health aspects such as not managing their stress and thus dig their own grave, i can't help but feel confused. many such people achieved a lot, but somehow are unable to prioritize their mental health needs appropriately.
a very good example i can think of right now is, students who are slogging to get good marks / grades in their exams. a common complaint they have or their close one's have is - he/she is good student but gets too stressed. but when stress management inputs are given, these students often tend to neglect practicing it... which is very similar to what adults do too - they complain of stress, even have fatal health problems like heart diseases or BP etc... but still start neglecting their mental health within no time of their treatment.
addictions are another aspect of health - and deaddiction (addiction treatment) falls under mental health area. tobacco addiction even though being shown to be a major killer (the biggest stoppable cause of death among humans now) is very neglected thing - and in a very 'cutting-the-branch-you-are-sitting' manner, governments tend to focus on economic benefits (short term) from tobacco industry instead.
maybe 'military intelligence' is not oxymoron, its mental-health care ;)
p.s. managing emotions is taken for granted... because its invisible. managing concrete resources, materials which are visible gets preference and priority... so everyone runs after those management courses... the funny thing is, even when it affects our self, it remains a joke.
a friend told me, 1 million smokers quit every year... (by dying)... there are 1 million (official figure) people committing suicide as well... thus they manage their mental health problem?
Saturday, October 08, 2011
23) Inner beauty
23) Inner beauty
You are a shell,
yet unopened
Hiding inside a pearl,
yet coarsely covered.
You are a butterfly,
yet to wake
Sleeping in a cocoon,
yet to break.
Youu are a cloud,
yet to rain
Enough to green a desert,
yet in pain.
You are a rock,
yet not dry
Blemished by nature,
yet never cry.
You are a peacock,
yet never dance
With thousand eyes,
yet never given a glance.
Your are a rainbow,
yet to form
Queen of the skies,
yet slave to storm.
Youu are a poem,
read to the end
Written from the heart,
yet never understood.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
44) Rigidity
44) Rigidity
Divided strictly
From twenty four hours,
A day or night,
A category, either
Citizen or alien,
A gender, either
Male or female,
A status, either
Successful or failure,
A life, either
Death or an unknown,
A judgement, either
Right or wrong,
A state of mind, either
Crazy or sane,
A prison, invisible
Real or illusory…
Divided strictly
From twenty four hours,
A day or night,
A category, either
Citizen or alien,
A gender, either
Male or female,
A status, either
Successful or failure,
A life, either
Death or an unknown,
A judgement, either
Right or wrong,
A state of mind, either
Crazy or sane,
A prison, invisible
Real or illusory…
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
43) Ride
There’s a road,
You are a woman and I a man,
Let’s ride without a map;
If love doesn’t blossom on the way
In the nearest town, let’s part.
The world’s wild and
We are still young.
Missed chances and regrets
Catch up fast,
In the highway of life,
Let’s not stop.
When you see the withered,
Old hitchhikers thumb,
Sit down on the dusty mud;
Write letters about past
And watch the new ones whiz by,
Smile contemptuously, if anyone stops,
Your best trip is yet to begin, but alone.
You are a woman and I a man,
Let’s ride without a map;
If love doesn’t blossom on the way
In the nearest town, let’s part.
The world’s wild and
We are still young.
Missed chances and regrets
Catch up fast,
In the highway of life,
Let’s not stop.
When you see the withered,
Old hitchhikers thumb,
Sit down on the dusty mud;
Write letters about past
And watch the new ones whiz by,
Smile contemptuously, if anyone stops,
Your best trip is yet to begin, but alone.
Monday, September 05, 2011
42) Return
42) Return
A protruding step
Made me fall,
Inside my school.
I walked away
Dusting my pants,
But leaving
Misshapen designs,
Printed on the mud.
On its long corridors,
Uniformly built,
On yawning arches,
I ran my fingers over
Felt cold stone
And scratches.
Pieces of papers, floated,
Murky desks, darkened,
A broken pencil
On the floor, rolled.
In my hand the last
Page of notebook,
Fluttered toward the
Trail of pages;
His friends.
Crumpling the impulse to turn,
Walked ahead with new hope,
To detect signs of life,
At least here
In it’s abandoned loneliness;
Outside the gate,
Doorkeeper trees,
Waved to me again.
A protruding step
Made me fall,
Inside my school.
I walked away
Dusting my pants,
But leaving
Misshapen designs,
Printed on the mud.
On its long corridors,
Uniformly built,
On yawning arches,
I ran my fingers over
Felt cold stone
And scratches.
Pieces of papers, floated,
Murky desks, darkened,
A broken pencil
On the floor, rolled.
In my hand the last
Page of notebook,
Fluttered toward the
Trail of pages;
His friends.
Crumpling the impulse to turn,
Walked ahead with new hope,
To detect signs of life,
At least here
In it’s abandoned loneliness;
Outside the gate,
Doorkeeper trees,
Waved to me again.
Monday, July 25, 2011
aping
on the busy and throbbing city streets, post office hours rush (after 730 am to 1030am), the crowd around begin to include many students - school and college students. school kids in uniforms, and college kids in multi-colored style statements.
one distinct trend i could see among college kids is - there are many guys, who seem to fashion themselves like japanese pop singers..
the look can be described in my rudimentary observation goes like this...
hair streaked in light blond strands, & cut at un-even length, straightened and even made to look thin and long.. (guess its called 'mullet' hair style or so)
canvas shoes, and tight jeans, with narrow bottoms (which make those canvas shoes look too big for their feet),
tight check shirts, with some chain / lace like accessories tied into those shirt/top..
and one or more tattoo visible somehow thru all that clothing, and
add an eye brow piercing or at lip....
i mean, its not just male jap pop singer look, many chinese, korean (east asian) guys go for that look...
it kinda seems odd to see similar look aped in India... or a major indian city...
also, there seem to be some effort put into become thin to be in this style, as well as attempt to appear feminine, or use of facial creams and such stuff to have a glistening look...
of couse, disclaimer... i am not judging or being discriminatory, i mean, there's an article 377 already - approved by supreme court of india...
and as a democracy, everyone has right to dress & look the way they want...
just trying to observe and understand a new trend.. thats all..
when it comes to aping, though what seemed ludicrous was, the trend to copy african american coolness, gangsta rap walk/talk and dancing hip-hop style by east asians... the chinese people especially - that takes the cake... its like, many of these chinese seem very disciplined, robotically rigid - and then such a person tries to imitate 'i am cool like dat' spirit - that too thru loose limbed dancing style with 'motha load of attitude'...
beat that brotha?
but maybe tamilians trying to carry this same african american hepness... might actually do that...
guess i have been in my so called attempt to understand 'individual & society' through this blogs have been politically totally incorrect enough..
so let me get into safer topics now.. let me write about parenting... ;)
one distinct trend i could see among college kids is - there are many guys, who seem to fashion themselves like japanese pop singers..
the look can be described in my rudimentary observation goes like this...
hair streaked in light blond strands, & cut at un-even length, straightened and even made to look thin and long.. (guess its called 'mullet' hair style or so)
canvas shoes, and tight jeans, with narrow bottoms (which make those canvas shoes look too big for their feet),
tight check shirts, with some chain / lace like accessories tied into those shirt/top..
and one or more tattoo visible somehow thru all that clothing, and
add an eye brow piercing or at lip....
i mean, its not just male jap pop singer look, many chinese, korean (east asian) guys go for that look...
it kinda seems odd to see similar look aped in India... or a major indian city...
also, there seem to be some effort put into become thin to be in this style, as well as attempt to appear feminine, or use of facial creams and such stuff to have a glistening look...
of couse, disclaimer... i am not judging or being discriminatory, i mean, there's an article 377 already - approved by supreme court of india...
and as a democracy, everyone has right to dress & look the way they want...
just trying to observe and understand a new trend.. thats all..
when it comes to aping, though what seemed ludicrous was, the trend to copy african american coolness, gangsta rap walk/talk and dancing hip-hop style by east asians... the chinese people especially - that takes the cake... its like, many of these chinese seem very disciplined, robotically rigid - and then such a person tries to imitate 'i am cool like dat' spirit - that too thru loose limbed dancing style with 'motha load of attitude'...
beat that brotha?
but maybe tamilians trying to carry this same african american hepness... might actually do that...
guess i have been in my so called attempt to understand 'individual & society' through this blogs have been politically totally incorrect enough..
so let me get into safer topics now.. let me write about parenting... ;)
Sunday, July 24, 2011
who are we?
we human beings, have tendency to ponder over these 2 things -
1) who are we (as species, living beings, over lords of earth the planet) &
2) who am i (what's my purpose in life, how should i live, what's i)
of course, these pondering's lead to a lot of other queries and explorations.
one way to deal with it is by looking at ourselves (humans) as one of the species, just like other animals etc.. like zoology does. (books by desmond morris, even though like half century old, still seem relevant reference material).
other explanations may have spiritual leanings, inclusion of all mighty entity/ties, cosmic energy etc.
but overall, as we tend to become city dwellers more and more, our need to keep ourselves busy (thru entertainment) seem to increase..
keeping ourselves distracted seem to be the goal of life in itself.. just look around and see the impact of visual media, moving pictures on us (TV, Movies, youtube etc), and written material as well such as books, internet...
people seem to work to earn money, so that they can afford to be entertained, visit places that they see on videos, read on books, watch sports, etc. etc.
the entertainment avenues seem to become more passive as well.. where few people play (sports) and few million watch it, discuss it, and relive it...
anyway, maybe that's a part of our genetic makeup.. we live because we have to, and to occupy our living time, we have to find things to do, and thus we make complex rules and create a big game of city life... or urban life.. or something like that.
how long will it be before, food will be made by machines, and humans will be living through virtual worlds - connected through www?
it may seem scary, but just try to figure - the amount of time you spend in a day - watching moving pictures, watching non-moving pictures and reading...
way to go.. homosapiens.. ;)
1) who are we (as species, living beings, over lords of earth the planet) &
2) who am i (what's my purpose in life, how should i live, what's i)
of course, these pondering's lead to a lot of other queries and explorations.
one way to deal with it is by looking at ourselves (humans) as one of the species, just like other animals etc.. like zoology does. (books by desmond morris, even though like half century old, still seem relevant reference material).
other explanations may have spiritual leanings, inclusion of all mighty entity/ties, cosmic energy etc.
but overall, as we tend to become city dwellers more and more, our need to keep ourselves busy (thru entertainment) seem to increase..
keeping ourselves distracted seem to be the goal of life in itself.. just look around and see the impact of visual media, moving pictures on us (TV, Movies, youtube etc), and written material as well such as books, internet...
people seem to work to earn money, so that they can afford to be entertained, visit places that they see on videos, read on books, watch sports, etc. etc.
the entertainment avenues seem to become more passive as well.. where few people play (sports) and few million watch it, discuss it, and relive it...
anyway, maybe that's a part of our genetic makeup.. we live because we have to, and to occupy our living time, we have to find things to do, and thus we make complex rules and create a big game of city life... or urban life.. or something like that.
how long will it be before, food will be made by machines, and humans will be living through virtual worlds - connected through www?
it may seem scary, but just try to figure - the amount of time you spend in a day - watching moving pictures, watching non-moving pictures and reading...
way to go.. homosapiens.. ;)
Friday, July 22, 2011
41) Relations
41) Relations
Neighborhood cat came,
Whenever got hurt, needed
Hot milk and soothing words;
In some seasons, weeks passed,
Without it’s paw’s
Scratching neurotically clean
Tiles, but when they met
Like old friends, sat close
Together, but one silent;
Maybe the cat had a sore throat.
One stormy night,
The cat came, for the first time
Thoroughly wet and with a touch
Of terror in his eyes,
She welcomed with a towel,
Noticed on his white wet fur,
A streak of red, stifling sobs;
Nursed, but it was an endless
Night for him, she wept
Afterwards, at loneliness.
Neighborhood cat came,
Whenever got hurt, needed
Hot milk and soothing words;
In some seasons, weeks passed,
Without it’s paw’s
Scratching neurotically clean
Tiles, but when they met
Like old friends, sat close
Together, but one silent;
Maybe the cat had a sore throat.
One stormy night,
The cat came, for the first time
Thoroughly wet and with a touch
Of terror in his eyes,
She welcomed with a towel,
Noticed on his white wet fur,
A streak of red, stifling sobs;
Nursed, but it was an endless
Night for him, she wept
Afterwards, at loneliness.
Monday, July 18, 2011
40) Regression
40) Regression
The warmth of your hands,
The pitch of your voice,
I try to remember,
Mother, it hurts.
Your understanding smile,
Your comforting lap,
I miss, I cry, still
Mother, it hurts.
A woman, her care
And selfless love,
I forever search,
Mother, it hurts.
In every woman, I try
To find you, but impurity,
It scares me,
Mother, it hurts.
An unknown child wakes in me,
Don’t be away, hold me tight,
Make him sleep,
Mother, he hurts.
The warmth of your hands,
The pitch of your voice,
I try to remember,
Mother, it hurts.
Your understanding smile,
Your comforting lap,
I miss, I cry, still
Mother, it hurts.
A woman, her care
And selfless love,
I forever search,
Mother, it hurts.
In every woman, I try
To find you, but impurity,
It scares me,
Mother, it hurts.
An unknown child wakes in me,
Don’t be away, hold me tight,
Make him sleep,
Mother, he hurts.
Monday, July 11, 2011
39) Pretensions
39) Pretensions
When a cat jumped,
Fell pieces of ivory tower,
Crashed on the footpath,
Down below.
With it fell,
Centuries old dirt,
Kept deep hidden,
Beneath the façade,
At heights which pain the neck,
To sight it.
Beggars slept on,
Rolled in old sacks,
Pedestrians looked up,
Only to make sure
If it was workers
Or just wind.
Two heavily carved iron gates,
Separated from it’s gratings,
Stood stiff, between loosened tiles.
Windows, somehow made
Dirty from inside,
Blocks sunlight,
Which exposes
The cracks in the wall
And hides the color
Faded by the rain, to the brink.
When a cat jumped,
Fell pieces of ivory tower,
Crashed on the footpath,
Down below.
With it fell,
Centuries old dirt,
Kept deep hidden,
Beneath the façade,
At heights which pain the neck,
To sight it.
Beggars slept on,
Rolled in old sacks,
Pedestrians looked up,
Only to make sure
If it was workers
Or just wind.
Two heavily carved iron gates,
Separated from it’s gratings,
Stood stiff, between loosened tiles.
Windows, somehow made
Dirty from inside,
Blocks sunlight,
Which exposes
The cracks in the wall
And hides the color
Faded by the rain, to the brink.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
38) Planet - X
38) Planet - X
Without a sting, it enters,
Slowly and slowly it spreads,
So, late come realization,
After gone deep inside, ideologies.
Like eyes, deaf to the cries
Of dry cheeks, to shed tears,
The minds, act numbed,
To the yearning, to be freed.
Marked by long held rotten breath,
From every where in the fear encircled path,
Reflect the stoic faces of ruler,
The craving for reassurance, like mirror.
Living in perfect harmony, it’s called,
In an Utopian world.
But all of them meaningless words,
Just like my name and yours.
Without a sting, it enters,
Slowly and slowly it spreads,
So, late come realization,
After gone deep inside, ideologies.
Like eyes, deaf to the cries
Of dry cheeks, to shed tears,
The minds, act numbed,
To the yearning, to be freed.
Marked by long held rotten breath,
From every where in the fear encircled path,
Reflect the stoic faces of ruler,
The craving for reassurance, like mirror.
Living in perfect harmony, it’s called,
In an Utopian world.
But all of them meaningless words,
Just like my name and yours.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
37) Paper plane
37) Paper plane
I want to tell you,
What I think about you,
And then face your retort.
And I can take it
Self deprecating humor
With a smile.
Except this is no joke
At least for me,
But I can pretend.
My eyes tell the truth
But it’s a strange world,
Even black & white is misunderstood.
Maybe it’s just another game
Between two people,
The winner can just walk away.
Once I lost a paper plane,
Had aimed it too high
And in a chemistry class, I learnt
Tears are salty water drops fallen from eyes,
But there are other ways to shed,
So standing still, I waved.
I want to tell you,
What I think about you,
And then face your retort.
And I can take it
Self deprecating humor
With a smile.
Except this is no joke
At least for me,
But I can pretend.
My eyes tell the truth
But it’s a strange world,
Even black & white is misunderstood.
Maybe it’s just another game
Between two people,
The winner can just walk away.
Once I lost a paper plane,
Had aimed it too high
And in a chemistry class, I learnt
Tears are salty water drops fallen from eyes,
But there are other ways to shed,
So standing still, I waved.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
36) Once again?
36) Once again?
Cry again cry,
Try to catch fire.
Laugh again laugh,
To hide sorrowful tears.
Kiss again kiss,
Keep falling in love.
Paste together, paste
Broken pieces of heart.
Waste time, waste,
To become a poet.
Wash again wash,
To clear smears of sin.
Run again run,
To escape all fears.
Think again think,
Try to understand the world.
Wish again wish,
For a wonderful tomorrow.
Die just once die,
When you run out of clichés.
Cry again cry,
Try to catch fire.
Laugh again laugh,
To hide sorrowful tears.
Kiss again kiss,
Keep falling in love.
Paste together, paste
Broken pieces of heart.
Waste time, waste,
To become a poet.
Wash again wash,
To clear smears of sin.
Run again run,
To escape all fears.
Think again think,
Try to understand the world.
Wish again wish,
For a wonderful tomorrow.
Die just once die,
When you run out of clichés.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
35) Normal
35) Normal
I took a bath
To stop being a natures freak
Called home
With a sense of guilt.
Smiled, made small talk
For a list of friends,
In my telephone book,
I am no longer a loner.
Torn away posters, swept
Corners of my room
Hung curtains of matching color and
Wait for visitors, who talk about weather.
Painted my nails and a blank expression
Carry along in a handbag concerned voice.
‘You look respectable now’, compliments
My neighborhood shopping mall.
Now laugh derisively at my third dimension,
Whom I rejected, left behind
To be happy, to be together, and
Except for a warped shadow, I am normal.
I took a bath
To stop being a natures freak
Called home
With a sense of guilt.
Smiled, made small talk
For a list of friends,
In my telephone book,
I am no longer a loner.
Torn away posters, swept
Corners of my room
Hung curtains of matching color and
Wait for visitors, who talk about weather.
Painted my nails and a blank expression
Carry along in a handbag concerned voice.
‘You look respectable now’, compliments
My neighborhood shopping mall.
Now laugh derisively at my third dimension,
Whom I rejected, left behind
To be happy, to be together, and
Except for a warped shadow, I am normal.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
34) Night study
34) Night study
Stack of papers,
Scattered books,
Pens and empty cups of coffee,
Lie all around me.
The clock ticks faster,
The books grow fatter,
And an insect miles away,
Disturbs me greatly.
My eyes are aching,
And joints are squeaking,
Unless I rest, I know,
I’ll be taken ill, now.
But I just can’t rest,
Even for a while, stop;
Because looms large shadows,
Of teachers, parents and peers.
Stack of papers,
Scattered books,
Pens and empty cups of coffee,
Lie all around me.
The clock ticks faster,
The books grow fatter,
And an insect miles away,
Disturbs me greatly.
My eyes are aching,
And joints are squeaking,
Unless I rest, I know,
I’ll be taken ill, now.
But I just can’t rest,
Even for a while, stop;
Because looms large shadows,
Of teachers, parents and peers.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
33) New Cult
33) New Cult
I had a friend, ‘X’
Fiery and determined,
For half of us ‘X’ was scary,
And the other half thought as crazy.
‘X’ always wanted,
Every answer, ecstasy,
The clear cut path to truth,
And the eternal companion, provider, peace.
In the last three years,
‘X’ had changed,
A cross for a skull cap,
Then saffron and threads,
And many other strange motif’s.
Really, it was to stop,
A conversion attempt,
Into X’s new cult, that I gave,
A cloth covered frame and a ritual; saying,
“Whenever you want something,
Just look at the frame
And pray for its blessings,
But promise you will have to, first
Never to open the cover and peep
At the Framed God inside”;
X got immediately converted.
I had a friend, ‘X’
Who, yesterday committed suicide,
I should never have given her,
The concept of framed mirror as God,
“Oh, Mirrorgod, please forgive”.
I had a friend, ‘X’
Fiery and determined,
For half of us ‘X’ was scary,
And the other half thought as crazy.
‘X’ always wanted,
Every answer, ecstasy,
The clear cut path to truth,
And the eternal companion, provider, peace.
In the last three years,
‘X’ had changed,
A cross for a skull cap,
Then saffron and threads,
And many other strange motif’s.
Really, it was to stop,
A conversion attempt,
Into X’s new cult, that I gave,
A cloth covered frame and a ritual; saying,
“Whenever you want something,
Just look at the frame
And pray for its blessings,
But promise you will have to, first
Never to open the cover and peep
At the Framed God inside”;
X got immediately converted.
I had a friend, ‘X’
Who, yesterday committed suicide,
I should never have given her,
The concept of framed mirror as God,
“Oh, Mirrorgod, please forgive”.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
32) Neither Head nor Tail..
32) Neither Head nor Tail..
I see her the goddess of beauty..
But when I looked behind the smile ..
I saw a child's innocence and
A little sadness also covering those eyes..
Showing me that they have seen the world.
A posture of confidence
It looks like on the photograph..
But when I held my heart and observed,
I could see the her hands on the earth,
To balance herself a bit.
Now I am able to realize
Her heart is so pure,
And she keeps it like an open door
And I feel like telling her,
It might let in joy as well as sorrow...
Yes.. Her silky smooth strands of hair..
Fly with the wind and
Dance with her thoughts,
But does that freedom mean
They know where to go as well?
And the smoothness of her limbs,
Seemed like molded in marble,
But also makes one afraid of letting
Things slip away too much, and even wonder
That they are made to admire and not feel.
And, there are two sides to a coin they say…
But I want to be the third side of the coin,
Which feels and analyzes as well;
Once in a million tosses my side comes up,
Neither head nor tail...
I see her the goddess of beauty..
But when I looked behind the smile ..
I saw a child's innocence and
A little sadness also covering those eyes..
Showing me that they have seen the world.
A posture of confidence
It looks like on the photograph..
But when I held my heart and observed,
I could see the her hands on the earth,
To balance herself a bit.
Now I am able to realize
Her heart is so pure,
And she keeps it like an open door
And I feel like telling her,
It might let in joy as well as sorrow...
Yes.. Her silky smooth strands of hair..
Fly with the wind and
Dance with her thoughts,
But does that freedom mean
They know where to go as well?
And the smoothness of her limbs,
Seemed like molded in marble,
But also makes one afraid of letting
Things slip away too much, and even wonder
That they are made to admire and not feel.
And, there are two sides to a coin they say…
But I want to be the third side of the coin,
Which feels and analyzes as well;
Once in a million tosses my side comes up,
Neither head nor tail...
more on mental health
...mental health remains a neglected area world over, and more so in undeveloped countries... but for me a favorite area. why so? that i am still trying to figure out.
anyway, there are some encouraging happenings at WHO, such as 'no health without mental health', and increased pressure to make mental health aspects part of of global health etc are occurring.
a book "donde no hey doctor", (where there is no doctor), had become a champion of poor/undeveloped parts of the world - for their health/doctor needs - similarly another book, 'where there is no psychiatrist" has come out, which another promising sign.
though when i see people putting in lots of efforts to achieve / succeed BUT neglect mental health aspects such as managing their stress and thus dig their own grave, i can't help but feel confused. many such people achieved a lot, but somehow are unable to prioritize their mental health needs appropriately.
a very good example i can think of right now is, students who are slogging to get good marks / grades in their exams. a common complaint they have or their close one's have is - he/she is good student but gets too stressed. but when stress management inputs are given, these students often tend to neglect practicing it... which is very similar to what adults do too - they complain of stress, even have fatal health problems like heart diseases or BP etc... but still start neglecting their mental health within no time of their treatment.
addictions are another aspect of health - and deaddiction (addiction treatment) falls under mental health area. tobacco addiction even though being shown to be a major killer (the biggest stoppable cause of death among humans now) is very neglected thing - and in a very 'cutting-the-branch-you-are-sitting' manner, governments tend to focus on economic benefits (short term) from tobacco industry instead.
maybe 'military intelligence' is not oxymoron, its mental-health intelligence. ;)
anyway, there are some encouraging happenings at WHO, such as 'no health without mental health', and increased pressure to make mental health aspects part of of global health etc are occurring.
a book "donde no hey doctor", (where there is no doctor), had become a champion of poor/undeveloped parts of the world - for their health/doctor needs - similarly another book, 'where there is no psychiatrist" has come out, which another promising sign.
though when i see people putting in lots of efforts to achieve / succeed BUT neglect mental health aspects such as managing their stress and thus dig their own grave, i can't help but feel confused. many such people achieved a lot, but somehow are unable to prioritize their mental health needs appropriately.
a very good example i can think of right now is, students who are slogging to get good marks / grades in their exams. a common complaint they have or their close one's have is - he/she is good student but gets too stressed. but when stress management inputs are given, these students often tend to neglect practicing it... which is very similar to what adults do too - they complain of stress, even have fatal health problems like heart diseases or BP etc... but still start neglecting their mental health within no time of their treatment.
addictions are another aspect of health - and deaddiction (addiction treatment) falls under mental health area. tobacco addiction even though being shown to be a major killer (the biggest stoppable cause of death among humans now) is very neglected thing - and in a very 'cutting-the-branch-you-are-sitting' manner, governments tend to focus on economic benefits (short term) from tobacco industry instead.
maybe 'military intelligence' is not oxymoron, its mental-health intelligence. ;)
Friday, June 10, 2011
31) Nandini
31) Nandini
From birth to four,
She was just a child like all
Cared and fussed over,
Maybe her cry was more shrill.
After four, she was tied,
From waist below, a skirt,
Without knowing what it hid,
She was made to feel, from then, guilt.
At fourteen, with a new ritual,
She was given half saree and blouse,
And told to be shy and sensible,
But still, scaring her, men began to notice.
At twenty, after usual cries,
She left home with a strange man,
Soon, felt a mother in her rise,
After the usual pain, another girl was born.
Nandini, she was named,
After The divine cow and her grandmother,
Bright eyes and free spirit she inherited;
From mother,
Who lost them, at the age of four.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
30) Moon & the cloud
30) Moon & the cloud
You don’t say a word,
Still tease…
And roll your iris
Craze, confuse, daze
Like the full moon,
That clouds chase.
Maybe never to meet,
Away from you,
Forever a part of the night,
Becoz it’s your light
Which reflects,
Makes me distinct
Maybe I will reach,
Touch, When you
Stand still in one place
And dissipate,
In a sparkling haze
In to the void space.
You don’t say a word,
Still tease…
And roll your iris
Craze, confuse, daze
Like the full moon,
That clouds chase.
Maybe never to meet,
Away from you,
Forever a part of the night,
Becoz it’s your light
Which reflects,
Makes me distinct
Maybe I will reach,
Touch, When you
Stand still in one place
And dissipate,
In a sparkling haze
In to the void space.
Monday, June 06, 2011
29) Meeting
29) Meeting
Between huge rocks,
I met her,
Wearing a sparkling
Robe all over,
She was chattering ceaselessly,
But only when I listened carefully,
Heard I the voice of her secret admirer,
The calm, cold river.
But like every first time lover,
He is afraid, and have never
Called out her name aloud,
So they have never met,
He only flows by her foaming feet.
Between huge rocks,
I met her,
Wearing a sparkling
Robe all over,
She was chattering ceaselessly,
But only when I listened carefully,
Heard I the voice of her secret admirer,
The calm, cold river.
But like every first time lover,
He is afraid, and have never
Called out her name aloud,
So they have never met,
He only flows by her foaming feet.
Saturday, June 04, 2011
28) Married man’s poem
28) Married man’s poem
My heart beats like thunder,
Only for you my dear,
I wish I could come like lightning,
To see you, my darling.
Then we will go out of town,
On our second honeymoon,
I’ll be ready with the dough,
To any place you wish to go.
Won’t you stand on the steps,
With your palm over your eyes,
Waiting for me sweetie,
Wearing that white saree.
I’ll come running,
In my arms, bags bulging,
With things, just for you,
All bearing my love, oh so true.
My heart beats like thunder,
Only for you my dear,
I wish I could come like lightning,
To see you, my darling.
Then we will go out of town,
On our second honeymoon,
I’ll be ready with the dough,
To any place you wish to go.
Won’t you stand on the steps,
With your palm over your eyes,
Waiting for me sweetie,
Wearing that white saree.
I’ll come running,
In my arms, bags bulging,
With things, just for you,
All bearing my love, oh so true.
27) Lyrics for ‘S’
27) Lyrics for ‘S’
Shaded with petals
She swings and turns around
Carelessly, as if in her mothers lap
‘A valley’.
Swaying in a way that
Sows contentment, as if after
A fest, in the middle of old friends
‘A river’.
Take a break.. to see
Such nature’s creations,
With a pat, said my friend,
And took away those two photos.
I just turned around to see
The shine of a million rainbows
Interspersed with pearly shells,
‘Her eyes’.
Shaded with petals
She swings and turns around
Carelessly, as if in her mothers lap
‘A valley’.
Swaying in a way that
Sows contentment, as if after
A fest, in the middle of old friends
‘A river’.
Take a break.. to see
Such nature’s creations,
With a pat, said my friend,
And took away those two photos.
I just turned around to see
The shine of a million rainbows
Interspersed with pearly shells,
‘Her eyes’.
Friday, June 03, 2011
26) Loner’s Song
26) Loner’s Song
City lights blinking me goodbye,
A lone star shining in the sky,
Moving with the partly hidden moon,
Praying for that Nirvana, alone.
Lonely roads that stretch ahead of me,
Through the dim colors that I can see,
Away from those scarred memories,
Broken laughter and mute cries.
Wandering birds with me fly,
Stop sometimes for mates and prey,
But walk I towards you last moon,
Praying for that Nirvana, alone.
Grass roots and the yellow leaves,
Wait for the winds of love,
But long ago, waved I goodbye,
Left them to rot and die.
City lights blinking me goodbye,
A lone star shining in the sky,
Moving with the partly hidden moon,
Praying for that Nirvana, alone.
Lonely roads that stretch ahead of me,
Through the dim colors that I can see,
Away from those scarred memories,
Broken laughter and mute cries.
Wandering birds with me fly,
Stop sometimes for mates and prey,
But walk I towards you last moon,
Praying for that Nirvana, alone.
Grass roots and the yellow leaves,
Wait for the winds of love,
But long ago, waved I goodbye,
Left them to rot and die.
Thursday, June 02, 2011
25) Laments - II
25) Laments - II
In the story of my life,
I always fell in love with
Somebody else’s girl,
In all my odysseys Pretty faces
Always rocked my boat,
And every time, my heart broke,
I cried more and more,
Still more then ever, I yearn,
Somebody to call, my own, my own.
Till death do us unite:
Waiting for the embrace of death,
Till stops beating my broken heart,
Dreaming about that heaven above earth,
Where you and me are going to meet,
Stay close to me from the start, dear,
There, there nothing will break us apart.
Unrelated:
Are you for real or a vision,
Or have I died and gone to heaven,
Wow ! there she is,
A whole skeleton,
Yes, in a poetic dream, I had been a dog.
In the story of my life,
I always fell in love with
Somebody else’s girl,
In all my odysseys Pretty faces
Always rocked my boat,
And every time, my heart broke,
I cried more and more,
Still more then ever, I yearn,
Somebody to call, my own, my own.
Till death do us unite:
Waiting for the embrace of death,
Till stops beating my broken heart,
Dreaming about that heaven above earth,
Where you and me are going to meet,
Stay close to me from the start, dear,
There, there nothing will break us apart.
Unrelated:
Are you for real or a vision,
Or have I died and gone to heaven,
Wow ! there she is,
A whole skeleton,
Yes, in a poetic dream, I had been a dog.
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