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</div><div><br></div><div>Tom the cat heard the sound again! </div><div>Unmistakably it was a faint scratch</div><div>undampened by the wooden panels</div><div>that lined his domain - the kitchen. </div><div><br></div><div>Turning his furry body ever so slowly</div><div>the old 'calico' feline cocked his head</div><div>first to one side and then rebounding </div><div>to the other side in uber slow motion. </div><div><br></div><div>His rosy pink nostrils twitched gently</div><div>and his long white whiskers shivered </div><div>in long-awaited dreamy anticipation</div><div>of a 'real life' mouse treasure hunt.</div><div><br></div><div>In turn, Tom's tummy did rumble</div><div>as though trying to communicate</div><div>its lifelong endured force-feeding </div><div>of boring bloodless 'cat food' zen. </div><div><br></div><div>Suddenly from behind the old oven</div><div>lisped a baby murine, 'Hi, I'm Jerry. </div><div>Here's some warm milk and cheese, </div><div>Tom, won't you be my bff please?'</div><div><br></div><div>Tom felt remorse wash all over him</div><div>and from then he shared his kitchen </div><div>with the cute wise little baby mouse</div><div>with angelic voice and heart of gold. </div><div><br></div><div>© Dr. Aparna Bagwe</div><div>26-12-2023</div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-25852516067955048182023-06-07T00:00:00.000+05:302023-06-07T00:00:03.043+05:30HER SILENCE <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br></div><div><div>She speaks very little</div><div>but she doesn't really have to!</div><div><br></div><div>Her voicelessness itself</div><div>conveys repressed feelings!</div><div><br></div><div>Her eyes speak a language</div><div>understood by those that matter!</div><div><br></div><div>Her silence conveys things</div><div>that are best left unsaid!</div><div><br></div><div>Her reserve protects her</div><div>from life's hurts and negativity!</div><div><br></div><div>Her gentle, unspoken responses</div><div>express the warmth of emotions!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>© Dr. Aparna Bagwe</div></div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-5850506555243341442023-04-10T16:26:00.001+05:302023-04-10T16:26:01.258+05:30The swirling mist<div>I was nudged out of sleep all of a sudden, sensing an unearthly chill in the air. Reaching out for the window curtains, I parted them to peep out into the still darkness of pre-dawn.</div><div><br></div><div>On the narrow, steeply curving path that led up to our rather isolated house, there swirled a mist clad humanoid form, its dark eyes staring straight back at me. </div><div><br></div><div>The hair on the nape of my neck stood up on end, as a frisson of fear ran down my spine. It seemed as though my recurring nightmare was coming alive right before my fear widened eyes.</div><div><br></div><div>The temperature dropped a few degrees as the apparition moved towards my home. Soon the winding wooden steps creaked as shuffling footsteps moved closer and still closer to my bedroom. </div><div><br></div><div>I dived beneath the soft quilt in mortal fear, squeezing my eyes shut, and praying hard. Cold, clammy hands touched me, and I heard my roommate's voice say, "Wake up, sleepy head... we're late for school!</div><div><br></div><div>© Dr. Aparna Bagwe</div><div>12 November 2021</div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-81681177750511546832023-04-10T16:22:00.001+05:302023-04-10T16:23:18.934+05:30Appy ponders<div>We live in a world subdivided into clearly demarcated geographical regions and countries. We humans are also subdivided into subsets based on race, skin colour, religion, language, and various other man made considerations. <br></div><div><br></div><div>Try to overcome these divides, please. Be mindful of the fact that, beyond these superficial divisions, we are all living, sentient beings of the same flesh and blood! </div><div><br></div><div>We are all unique yet inherently similar creations of Mother Nature!</div><div><br></div><div>16-11-2021</div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-85842398480982874572023-01-05T14:42:00.000+05:302023-03-27T16:34:36.339+05:30Birds and IOn my third 'pure' birding tour, I have come to accept the fact that I'm happy being a terrace/ safari jeep birder who can sight and photograph birds that are clearly seen on open perches! <div><br></div><div>Not for me the tiny birds flitting around in dense foliage of trees/ thickets, or birds big or small that are barely visible in the thick forest/ at a distance. </div><div><br></div><div>Given my own three basic fundas: inability to trudge up/ down hill, high myopia, and poor sighting skills, I shall desist from participating in pure birding trips with pro birders in the future.</div><div><br></div><div>I strongly reiterate, however, that I am interested in avians and thirsty for more gyaan about them, and shall continue to photograph the birds I can see in all the environs I find myself in! So, fellow Earthlings, I shall shortly share with you photographs of the birds I saw at Thattekad and Munnar (even if you see them elsewhere)!</div><div><br></div><div>© Dr. Aparna Bagwe</div><div>January 2023<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-30736931977435767622022-08-28T18:05:00.001+05:302022-08-28T18:05:59.547+05:30Those moments in time ...<div><div>Life is filled with moments</div><div>of togetherness and joy</div><div>of feelings and sensations...</div><div>that some of us were meant </div><div>to experience only infinitesimally!</div><div><br></div><div>As we move on in life, </div><div>those brief, happy moments</div><div>that were not meant to last</div><div>get hidden from prying eyes</div><div>to create our cache of memories!</div></div><div><br></div><div>Oftentimes, particularly in old age,</div><div>we pause to recall and relive </div><div><div>those moments, those feelings...</div></div><div>to touch the fading tapestry </div><div>of a life that was not meant to be!</div><div><br></div><div>© Dr. Aparna Bagwe</div><div>28-August-2022</div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-45768125641389257272021-08-15T16:25:00.001+05:302021-08-15T16:25:10.020+05:30Hey Cat!<div><br></div><div>Hey Cat, you look at me as though<div>I'm a can of food just created for you!</div><div>Don't you grin as you lick your lips</div><div>In anticipation of some bloody sips!</div><div><br></div><div>Hey Cat, don't we feed you enough</div><div>You forever hungry ball of fluff?</div><div>If you must eat, go find a tiny mouse</div><div>Felines are rodent hunters, you louse!</div><div><br></div><div>Hey Cat, Don't bite the hand that feeds you</div><div>Is a phrase created for 'you know who'!</div><div>If you plan to live upto your ninth life</div><div>At me, don't aim your fork and knife!</div><div><br></div><div>© Dr. Aparna Bagwe</div><div>15-August-2021</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Awaiting your verdict at last<br>
Do not judge me too harshly<br>
Until you've heard of my past!</p>
<p dir="ltr">My childhood and adolescence<br>
Was filled with truly innocent fun<br>
But whatever I experienced in life<br>
Forced me to reach for the gun!</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I was nice to everyone<br>
To their tune they made me jive<br>
So I learned not to be feeble<br>
For in life I too had to survive!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Over time, I began to give back<br>
Far worse than what I had got<br>
Until dawned the day when<br>
I really began to hit right out!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Life you see is for the hitters<br>
Who make the world go round<br>
The bowlers and the fielders<br>
Just play till their time runs out.</p>
Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-46644631502172374102017-04-21T11:52:00.003+05:302017-04-21T14:21:27.576+05:30The Reel of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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To the newbies, she is a means to get ahead in life. She provides jobs, new career options and even a new life.<br />
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To me, she is the earth mother. I was born in her lap, played in her play grounds and grew up learning about her moods, her history, geography and even civics. She was different back then. More laid back, prettier.<br />
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Today there are ants crawling all over her - she is over run by a sea of humanity all out to drain her resources. A beautiful city in her hey day, today people call her all kinds of names forgetting that she is what we have made of her, over the years.<br />
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Sometimes I dream of her resplendent in her past glory and hope to see her like that again. But I also know that is just a wild dream. Things don't change, especially once we have brutalized her so awfully.<br />
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To this earth mother, a salute and a warm hug.</div>
Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-82994642209630612892008-11-26T19:03:00.005+05:302008-12-07T19:27:27.040+05:30Adree...<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZckMCdyHvYASsDfSEa-in_wtoQ0odU5vTlar9YxAHuDQq4TZbI4Qjn-BLgHZEXZ8wK2NEr5jYuSZh7cemnzfxlU5sWhkT5Q5EY2tuHrC90QzKTiWP9zNmtyNj4TTrzJ3-x7Pb/s1600-h/adree.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 438px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZckMCdyHvYASsDfSEa-in_wtoQ0odU5vTlar9YxAHuDQq4TZbI4Qjn-BLgHZEXZ8wK2NEr5jYuSZh7cemnzfxlU5sWhkT5Q5EY2tuHrC90QzKTiWP9zNmtyNj4TTrzJ3-x7Pb/s400/adree.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277040893184298370" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One fine day she walked into our building compound. I don't know where she came from, this little puppy. I was off to work that morning and, as I turned the corner of the building, there she was. She spotted me from where she had been sitting near the gate, and came running at top speed to greet me, her entire body (not just her tail) wagging away to glory. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This cute pariah bitch whom I fondly named Adree (short for adrenaline.. and I hope you don't ask me why) was a hyper responder. I just had to look at her and she would get all excited and jump up at me to stare into my eyes and grin. Yes, grin! I bet she and I had been kindred souls in one of our past janams. It was I think the period just before the monsoon, maybe about ten years ago. She spent that entire rainy season in our compound. We fed her in the morning and in the evening, and left her a bowlful of water. Each day she left evidence of her greetings (muddy paw marks) on my dresses. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then one day, she was not there. There was no evidence of an accident (our house is close to a busy thoroughfare), so we knew she was not injured/ killed. Perhaps whatever had been the purpose of our meeting, had been served? But for that brief period in time, how she enriched our lives. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wherever you are now, Adree, I hope you are as happy as you were back then!</span></span></div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-1156757334031001592006-08-28T14:55:00.002+05:302008-12-07T18:51:39.077+05:30Writer’s block<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCm9E5jGBMj11fCymIW-KZXvdIpn1W-ypry7hcwVKLGEEQrXMYkYay9_H-l2hh5vVeejM2nZtc_pXZbz8h4WUvv8KqME1UMWBGvLdVrr9uniJjoBJnRrObKhgHdL3qp9h-S2Mh/s1600-h/writers+block.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCm9E5jGBMj11fCymIW-KZXvdIpn1W-ypry7hcwVKLGEEQrXMYkYay9_H-l2hh5vVeejM2nZtc_pXZbz8h4WUvv8KqME1UMWBGvLdVrr9uniJjoBJnRrObKhgHdL3qp9h-S2Mh/s400/writers+block.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277037633988458242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">My pen makes contact<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">with the surface of<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">the first page of the open diary<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">that I've purchased just today!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">And then it halts,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">my hand half raised<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">my brow deeply furrowed<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">my brain all scrambled ...<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hey, I'd thought up<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">this intricate, twisting plot,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">peopled by inter-meshing characters<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">and such lovely, graphic imagery.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">How could it all just disappear<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">- almost vanish into thin air -<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">I bemoan, as once again,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">I am hit by the writer's block.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span> </p>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-1152791544105100542006-07-13T17:19:00.002+05:302008-12-07T18:49:40.892+05:30Death be not proud ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgye8sWEBzHXRncZMi_emCZEQtMMBkse2CiSwXyI_ryA7xAvdjRF9fPHfKE6N_xch-bMSluY9Kd9ObHTDi__77wBdHZtqj7f5M21LVjvodcaiKJBnvGGR2UN_jEBCxsVdd2tjmZ/s1600-h/death+be+not+proud.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 465px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgye8sWEBzHXRncZMi_emCZEQtMMBkse2CiSwXyI_ryA7xAvdjRF9fPHfKE6N_xch-bMSluY9Kd9ObHTDi__77wBdHZtqj7f5M21LVjvodcaiKJBnvGGR2UN_jEBCxsVdd2tjmZ/s400/death+be+not+proud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277037102874121586" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">I spoke to him, just yesterday<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">This young lad - smiling happily and full of life<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">The excitement at his move to New York City<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">His visage so happy and elated</span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">His family nudging him towards a bright career!</span></p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">I visited his home earlier today<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">The same young lad - unmoving now and lifeless<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">The shock at the news of his accident in the city</span></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"></div><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">His body so pale and disfigured</span></p><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">His family bearing him to the cremation grounds!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-1152783422880905302006-07-13T15:05:00.007+05:302008-12-07T18:46:07.054+05:30Blood on my hands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9w9OoFq_bN6Nuy3ZpZn58g5bF6xFLxb2ynmPBMeW_8k5YLGvK8ciCYy2aCFR1I3JHNJOxlG3xZ3Ikh3iVs-HDgTsoIkO9MGEiBaKmIDW7BTAb8bumUxyIDNdNGfPhre1Er0Po/s1600-h/blood+on+my+hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9w9OoFq_bN6Nuy3ZpZn58g5bF6xFLxb2ynmPBMeW_8k5YLGvK8ciCYy2aCFR1I3JHNJOxlG3xZ3Ikh3iVs-HDgTsoIkO9MGEiBaKmIDW7BTAb8bumUxyIDNdNGfPhre1Er0Po/s400/blood+on+my+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277035813261449138" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">My arsenal for creating mayhem!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pipes, wires, nails,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">money to buy that tell-tale powder,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">black bags, remote control devices,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">DIY manuals for putting them all together</span><span style="font-size:100%;">,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">and fanatically committed foot soldiers.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Such glee - see I'm about to create history! </span></p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><br /></p></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">I’m watching the telly now!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ripped open steel bogies,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">blood splattered railway tracks,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">bodies carried in make-shift sheet stretchers,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">limbs, body parts, blood, gore,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">faceless bodies, torsoless heads.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Such glee – see what all I've achieved!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><br /></p></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">I’m reading the newspapers now!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Lists of injured, body counts,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">personal accounts of individual tragedies,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">desperate searches in hospitals and morgues,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">ecstacy at finding a leg-less husband,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">agony at identifying a son's torso. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Such glee – see how I'm being GOD now!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><br /></p></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">I’m answering the telephone now!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Neighbour asks me to rush home, for<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">my two sons and only grandson,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">who'd left for home by train yesterday,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">but failed to reach there till late last night -<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">their corpses have been found in a morgue.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Such glee - see my blood on my hands now!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></p>Dr. Aparna Bagwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05056721130930305950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29885756.post-1150629132799374092006-06-18T16:38:00.007+05:302008-12-07T19:24:32.071+05:30The Illusion that’s Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfA8A_-AN2fNu7ltNJHD1ozn-AHcowGe4hXRtWI9SqlKFpSWD8CbWNvOx6QsBnTPsDyoBQ2zgJ_ksoiR1f_4YTO0o6UDbQn_D-QTRMfWMW3NU2bKwL6XQ6BrVmLIJ3gDIsFIZ/s1600-h/the+illusion+thats+life.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfA8A_-AN2fNu7ltNJHD1ozn-AHcowGe4hXRtWI9SqlKFpSWD8CbWNvOx6QsBnTPsDyoBQ2zgJ_ksoiR1f_4YTO0o6UDbQn_D-QTRMfWMW3NU2bKwL6XQ6BrVmLIJ3gDIsFIZ/s320/the+illusion+thats+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277033668799900370" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Life is nothing but a series of stairs</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">that you climb, slow 'n easy,</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">thinking that at the next level</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">you'll surely find ...</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">that what you've been born for!</span></strong></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">The endless climbing, the restless seeking</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">just going on and on ...</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">each turn bringing with it the wild hope</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">that you'll surely find, round the next corner,</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">the treasure trove you've been looking for!</span></strong></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Until one fine (or not so fine) day you discover</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">to your great shock and disappointment</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">that you've been climbing this long</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">and have reached this high</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">for ... just THIS?</span></strong></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">The top of the stairwell - the empty attic,</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">that holds nothing you'd ever have wanted</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">and highlighting to you, oh so clearly, that</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">life is nothing but a mirage, an illusion</span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">you've been pointlessly running after!</span></strong></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></strong></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: center;" align="center"> 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