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A Death By A Thousand Cuts?

vide Gul H Advani

(edited for length)

Sometimes in the dark of the night 
I visit my conscience 
To see if it is still breathing 
For its dying a slow death
Every day.

When I buy vegetables from the vendor 
And his son “chhotu” smilingly weighs the potatoes 
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school 
I look the other way
It dies a little.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy place 
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income 
Of the guard who holds the door open
And quickly I shrug away that thought
It dies a little

When I am decked up in a designer dress
A dress that cost a bomb 
And I see a woman at the crossing
In tatters, trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity 
And I immediately roll up my window
It dies a little

When I buy expensive gifts for my children 
On return, I see half-clad children 
With empty stomach and hungry eyes 
Selling toys at red light 
I try to salve my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a little

When my sick maid sends her daughter to work 
Making her bunk school 
I know I should tell her to go back 
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes 
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days 
It dies a little

When my city is choked
Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden metropolis
I take my car to work daily 
Not taking the metro, not trying car pool 
One car won’t make a difference, I think 
It dies a little

So when in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience 
And find it still breathing 
I am surprised 
For, with my own hands 
Daily, bit by bit, I kill it, I bury it.

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Source: Symbols & Emoticons

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Optimists enrich the present, enhance the future, challenge the improbable and attain the impossible – William Arthur

Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not – Donna Tartt

The secret to a rich life is to have more beginnings than endings – Dave Weinbaum

If you see beauty in something, don’t wait for others to agree – Sherihan Gamal

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he does not want to sign – Théophile Gautie

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Sources: Kidskunst.info The Scribbled Stories finestquotes.com

The Story Of Watermelons

From: My India

Narrated by the indomitable Manohar Parrikar, Chief Minister of Goa who sadly passed away in harness yesterday.

I am from the village of Parra in Goa, hence we are called Parrikars. My village is famous for its watermelons.

When I was a child, the farmers would organise a watermelon-eating contest at the end of the harvest season in May. All the kids would be invited to eat as many watermelons as they wanted.

Years later, I went to IIT Mumbai to study engineering. I went back to my village after 6.5 years. I went to the market looking for watermelons. They were all gone. The ones that were there were so small.

I went to see the farmer who hosted the watermelon-eating contest. His son had taken over.

When the older farmer gave us watermelons to eat in the contest he would ask us to spit out the seeds into a bowl. We were told not to bite into the seeds. He was collecting the seeds for his next crop. We were unpaid child labourers, actually. He kept his best watermelons for the contest and he got the best seeds which would yield even bigger watermelons the next year.

His son, when he took over, realised that the larger watermelons would fetch more money in the market so he sold the larger ones and kept the smaller ones for the contest. The next year, the watermelons were smaller, the year later even small. In watermelons the generation is one year. In seven years, Parra’s best watermelons were finished.

In humans, generations change after 25 years. It will take us 200 years to figure what we were doing wrong while educating our children.

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Mind Is A Many Splendored Thing

Kaleidoscope

The comments that follow a
post is a great window of opportunity available, if you have the inclination,
to observe that wondrous thing called the human mind.

Look at this picture and the small selection of the comments it elicited. And, be ready to be amazed at the myriad ways the mind responds to the same single stimulus.  

Here’s the photo:

And here’re the eleven minds at it:

BS: Don’t venture out on the jetty….!!!! It steals your youth…..😲😲😲😲

SM: The days are long, but the years are so short.

KM: Where is the divorced guy with 2 kids on the pier?

RW: Not mine!! You need to add 10 ft. waves, loose boards, holes in the walkway, railings ready to fall if you touch them… THEN it would be close!! lol

GT: 🙂

LP: What, didn’t want kids? 🙂

KNL: That’s love

NL: So true!

TBT:

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