Showing posts with label Exploitation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Exploitation. Show all posts

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Blame



Few people have got definitions
Few of them are with opinions

Wrapped with bias and prejudice
Mostly, it is a matter of convenience

More of a comfort zone 
and less of rationality....

Religion stamping.
Dignity, definitely, is your perception

Finite truths
but, Infinite Sins

My definition. My perception
My dignity. My dress

Length and depth
Long and short

Torn and fit
Semi-naked

I say Open
You say Revealing 

Rights
Equal rights

More equal rights
More equal gender

My ripen beauty
Your bestial aberration.

Thirst of lust.

Lacerating all definitions of dignity.

At the end,
Blame is mine
Dignity is yours

When there was a country I searched for freedom
Now I am free, but have to search for a country.


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PS :  Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Dignity, Ripe and Lacerate

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Bland-55 Fiction


Note:- 55  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words



I know very well about your skills and capability...
You are adept in doing it...
You have got great experience.
You did it earlier..
at many places...
with many people...
Now, you have got the chance to entice me with your suavity
and something in me is desperate for it...
but still, go back! Walmart!



-()-

PS: Brand but bland
PSS: Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Chance, Entice and Suave

Monday, August 15, 2011

Free-55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is FREE.

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.



We got freedom.
We have freedom....
.......
Freedom to express and choose .
                 to exploit and suppress.
                 to adapt and evolve.
                 to dilute and corrupt.
                 to have Religion
                 to be slaves of Globalization ...

Freedom for Farmers to drink pesticides
                 for Tribes to convert
                 for Corporates to suck

But we forgot that our freedom was not for Free

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Monday, June 14, 2010

Colours of Earth

I don't listen to God...
While empathizing with the grievances of melting mountains
While cleaning the fishes in oiled seas 

While listening to the weighing sagas of monsoon clouds
While removing the chemical
thorns from the river beds

I don't listen to God...
While cleaning my internal organs with the inhaled air 
While tasting the salt of war victim's tears
While recollecting the names of Bhopal  gas disaster victims

I don't listen to God...
While the breeze over dried crops expanding the holes in my banian, like amoebas 
While painting the agony of farmer's suicides  
While reading their unwritten suicide notes
While taking care of young calves whose mothers are sent to slaughter houses

I don't listen to God...
While searching for the lost nests of birds
While picking up insects for the handicapped birds
While admitting those insect’s kids in orphanages
While patting the heads of thousands of wild animals 

While dropping an ant in its homeland, which mistakenly took flight to another country

I don't listen to God...
While filling the breasts of African mothers 
While helping poor farmers in gathering pesticides 
While assisting a child in separating the rice from soil  
While stitching the patches of child labourer's clothes
While searching for humans in concrete jungles

I don't listen to God...
While collecting the black smoke of development
While bearing the poisonous whip lashes of corporate greed 
While watching the last process of photosynthesis

I don't listen to God...
While writing memoirs for every fallen dried leaf and flower
While sculpting the names of cut down trees and cleared forests 
While preserving those yet to be hybridized virgin  plants
While sharpening the teeth of week seeds, struggling to crack the earth’s chemical surface

PS : Saving Earth is not just saving Green, it is about every colour.

Monday, May 31, 2010

G'Love aka G'Rape

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20000 BC approximately...

Man was hungry. He looked around his surroundings in the forest. There was not even a single animal, until the horizon, to hunt and eat. He did not lose his hope and desire. His hunger made him to examine with more intensity for some prey. At a long distance he saw a small plant of grains. He got life for his life. He plucked those few grains and went back to his cave. Next day, he repeated the same act at a different place but another plant of grains this time. He had to travel miles, daily,  into the forest to search for plants with grains. Months were  rolling on. One shine day, he got few smart thoughts, "Instead of walking miles daily to pluck grains from plants, which  were quite far away from my cave, why wouldn't I cultivate them near to my cave? ". He had gathered few more people, cleared few trees and  uprooted plants, to make the land flat. Then he had started cultivating the plants and this was how agriculture was being invented. That was the first axe ever fell on the green lives. The human population increased, with easy availability of food,  leading to more hunger, and more agriculture, and hence more axes. More axes lead to more tools, like saw, and further to few more technologies.

Now, man has reached the stage of digital hunger and paved way for electronic saw , but the victims have remained same, the green lives.......

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It was the time of ambiance and aroma of Spring. The huge  and macho banyan tree woke up to the birds chirping and he reflected the early morning sun rays on to the leaves and twigs around his stem. Some leaves were dry and some  were alive. He was young with his aerial roots accruing to the grounds. His stem was sturdy with young cracks and new crevices. Black ants had already inhabited in those crevices.  What made the Banyan excited was the new creeper with beautiful flowers, enigmatic appearance and exotic leaves. She was quite slim and sensuous. He had seen many such creepers in his life till now but this one was special for him, for the reason, unlike other creepers, she was being germinated from the soil between his aerial roots. He admired her branches, particularly those alluring curvy endings and enticing petals . She had grown to the fullest and hugged his stem as if she was  made for him. Her flowers added colour to his rusty look. He felt that she had brought completeness of being a Banyan tree. Most of the birds in the surroundings preferred to have nests on him to have the glance of their wonderful combination. He made sure that the bird nests would not interfere with her growth by growing his branches and leaves according to her space and convenience.  He absorbed her from stem to tip. He expressed his greelings on her in every possible way. He started shedding his bark regularly now.  He knows every leaf and petal of her. He had never commanded or restricted her. He took her the way she was without any conditions.  She was growing rapidly and her roots gradually reached the ground from his aerial roots.  Now, she had got two supports  for her roots, but she still prefers his stem.  She started reciprocating her greelings to him. Now, she had spread all over him, not leaving even a single sub branch of him. For him , the hug was complete, absolute and eternal.  She was totally onto him and into him. He had become her. They became one though they belong to different species. Her roots were in his stem and his stem longed for her roots. He was quite elated and his entire body was filled with juices of greemotions . A greemotion would be the highest stage of a tree's excitement. He proudly displayed his new attire to the animals passed by him. He felt that he was no less equal than a peacock. He was enthralled by his fellow banyan tree's compliments. He was so  blessed with this unique and precious gift by nature.  At times, he protected her from the harshness of incessant rains. He stood by her when she became dry and pale during the season of Fall and celebrated with incredible joy when she got recovered with flowers and leaves, by blowing his branches vigorously to vent his greemotions.

  The sun was making his cycles. One whine day he woke up to face the most unfortunate  situation of his life. She was making steps in the direction away from him.  She started leaving him for the reason only known to her.  The first step she took was the separation of her roots from his aerial roots of his stem. Now, her roots were having the only support of ground. She was standing on herself  . He did not ask her anything nor did she explain him anything. The hug was becoming weaker. He could sense and greel that.  She gradually started withdrawing each branch every day . After few days she shifted all her branches from him and now she was totally on ground as if she was crawling on land.   Every cell of his body could greel the pain of losing her, though she was in-front of him, in his shade.  The pain got multiplied when she began taking the support of another banyan tree. Soon, she occupied the new tree and hugged him, which raked the past of their togetherness. Strangely, she hugged the new tree the same way she used to hug him, complete and absolute. There was no change in her lifestyle and pattern. She looked happy and beautiful as usual.
The new banyan tree was also happy for his own reasons. He never complained against her nor asked her the reason of parting ways from him. He was in content with a greeling that at-least she was before his eyes, if not with him.  Though he looked sturdy and tough, he was dead greemotionally . His roots started losing grip under ground.  The next day, he died..... But what made her to  quit him was the ....


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Before the  Neem tree  could continue the above  story, the crow and sparrow got curios and asked the Neem tree, "Why did the creeper leave him suddenly?"

"She was a bad creeper, she was a sweeper",  the guava tree shouted.

"She was not a beautiful creeper, she made him weeper ", the bush  proclaimed.

"We should never believe creepers", echoed the young mango trees.

"I hate the other banyan tree which attracted the creeper ", the sandal wood tree hissed.

"Be silent guys, let the uncle Neem complete the story first", the tamarind tree said loudly.

The Neem tree resumed the story......


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After few days, he died..... But what made her to  quit him was an unavoidable compulsion. It was not the creeper who had left the banyan tree, but it was the initiation of the Banyan tree. Indeed, both of them had decided to part ways. The greemotions of both of them were hurt deeply. What made him to take the tough decision was his ability and cognizance to  sense that trees were being cut down in the nearby surroundings and he would be chopped down soon . He had only one desire before his death. He wanted to see how they exactly look like when they hug each other and hence asked her to leave him and hug his friend, so that he could greel the reflection and resonance of their hug for the last time, before his leaves stop photosynthesizing. She left him with much greeling pain and agony.  Though he was dead greemotionally, he was chopped down to death, by confining him to a stub. The creeper could not bear the greeling of greemotional pain of losing her source of germination before her eyes. The vision of his stub made her to stop photosynthesizing. The next day the stub was also cleared . After few days she was removed from the other banyan tree and was cut into pieces. She was dumped somewhere else.

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All the trees had started shedding  few water drops from their leaves.

"I am moved by the story", mango tree said in a low voice.

"It is like a love story", teak tree concluded.

The Neem tree said," No, it was not a love story, as they had  never loved each other, they were each other.

Teak asked surprisingly, "But they had died for their love, right?".

 Neem replied, "We tress never love like humans, all we do is  greemotionalize our greelings. What made both of them to die a greemotional death was not their physical  separation, but the thought of separation from the Soil  from where they had grown up because every tree dreams of only one thing in it's life. It is to die naturally and get decayed in the soil  to give rise to new trees."

All the tress and plants clapped with their leaves and branches for the Neem's wisdom. They were about to discuss regarding how to deal with the injustice of millenniums, but remained silent as they heard sounds of living beings walking on two legs and greedy brains. Somewhere,  the sound of electronic saw resonated all over the forest, alarming the flow of greelings and greemotions. The photosynthesis had already started to decelerate.

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2100 AD,

Man will be still hungry, not by need, but by greed. He will look around the solar system.
Until Pluto, there won't be even single technology that can completely satisfy his greed.  His greed will make him to search, with more satellites, for more energy. At a long distance he will see a small planet in the nearby solar system. He will get greed for his greed. He will go there and pick some stones  and will come back to earth to do some experiments. Next year he will go to some other planet and will bring few more rocks. He will be traveling trillions of light years yearly into the Milky Way to search for planets with special rocks. Decades will be rolling on. One swine day, he will get few smart thoughts, "Instead of traveling trillions of light years yearly, why won't I shift my base to that planets? " He will make new planets  his home and will invent new trigital technology, through which he will rape every planet he lands upon there after in the Milky Way. This is how universe will be facing it's first absolute and complete virus, which will be born out of human's love for machines.....
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Planet Something said," Is love human?"
Planet Anything replied,"Am not sure about it but greed is definitely human"
Planet Everything opined,"Yes, because virus is human, may be, Human is virus"
Planet Nothing concluded,"Love is non-human, because for man, love is pure selfishness"

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* Greel = Feel; Greelings = Feelings.
* Greemotions = Emotions.








 PS :  This story is fictional and does not confirm to any of the sciences discussed here.
   




PPS: Here are the posts of my team mates for this contest
 
Nethra, Anney, Pooja, Swathi, Pranjal, Arjit and Anurag

Monday, May 17, 2010

Forest talks...

Like a scattered rough hair
it is a zigzag forest without fear
but seems like a combed hair
in between the green tress

The huts with sleep of solace
are being swallowed by corporates,
only to be replaced and recreated
with modern-artificial-commercial ethnic art
for the privileged gated communities.
Bamboo baskets in posh MNC stores
pour incessant rain of dollars


Now, forest is not about , not about,
Bamboo tress and wild creatures.
It is not about beautiful birds,
not even the hamlets of innocent and ignorant tribals.

Now, forest is filled with sounds of harsh bullets,
where, the god of forest is murdered by Dynamites, and
the goddess of forest is raped by the Khakis.




Forest is standing lonely and desperately,
in front of the courts for weightless natural justice.
Hapless Kids of hamlet are fighting hungrily,
for the left over biryani packets.


The land upon which they are standing,
is being grabbed in-front of their eyes.
Though the lives of hamlets are at crossroads,
forest still awakens at night for GREEN dreams.

















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Written for
  1. 3WW : prompts -->  fear, ignore, weightless
  2.  One Single Impression (Trembling)

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Escape

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 10; the tenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Note:- This post is a pseudo-77 Fiction

Escape

I was standing at the river bank with a female body at my feet...

You don’t need to study medicine to know how she had died...

She died when a metal rod  repeatedly hit her head so hard  that her brain popped out of  her skull...

I wasn’t anxious to call a doctor, as at the time one end of the rod was cracking her skull, the other end happened to be in my hands....
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Wait...... read the story again with the following roles  :

                          I            - Capitalist Corporate
               She         - Earth             
               Rod         - Consumerism
           Doctor     - Conscience
        River       - Evolution


 Now, rather than thinking, " Who is escaping here?", .....
It would be better to ask , " Who is allowing the Escape to happen?"
Escape happens every second........ to us, with us, by us and around us......  and hence impacting us ..... and finally to erase us!!!
We can Escape easily from the responsibility of Escape with the help of numbers and statistics, but we cannot escape from the Wisdom of Nature.

PS : Intelligence is not an end in itself, it is one of the means to reach the ends.

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Monday, April 12, 2010

Progress - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.



Progress



Venkatamma with her two kids, after her husband's suicide, has been in 6 painful months of rigorous wandering for survival...

Somehow they managed to get some work on contract basis at a Dam construction as labourers...

Now, they are able to fill their stomachs twice a day as both her kids are also working there, but still they are quite unhappy, wretched and tormented...

The massive dam for which they are working daily, will soon submerge their village...

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Notes :
1. Government's plan is to build 30 large, 135 medium and 3000 small dams to harness the waters of the Narmada and its tributaries, impacting  millions of people living in the river valley. Is it for people's benefit or Contractor's benefit?