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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Honey I cloned the kids!

Do we regard our children as an extension of ourselves? Just the way our clothes, homes, cars and gadgets have become an extension of ourselves. Just mere an expression of our status to the world.

Do we fail to recognize or appreciate the unique individuality of our children? An insane way of self absorption, wherein we are oblivious to their identify and blossom into what they dream to be. And yet expect then to succeed in their lives, well as per our expectations, our unfulfilled and dreams, fantasies; that were clipped in the bud in our childhood.

To love our children is to know the pain of separateness. But we don’t dare to endure the pain. Not because we as parents cannot bear it now, but we rarely were conditioned to bear it in our young days. Separateness is physical as well as in thoughts. Sameness brings forth comfort, mitigates fear of isolation.

And while we are relentless in taming our children to adopt our traits, likes, aspirations, fears, they may or may adopt our thoughts and ways; sure enough they will learn how to make replicas of their own self.

Mandar Karnik


(Excerpt : The road less traveled)

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of the Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You my strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward not tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrow may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archers’s hand be for gladness;

For even He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the blow that is stable.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Silent Cry-Darkness of the Womb

Deep in the darkness of the womb,
A baby is sleeping, in it's cosy room.

Mother will keep baby warm,
And take care it, to keep it away from all the harms

The baby's arrival will bring everyone joy,
With mixed curiousity, whether it's a girl or a boy.

Cos, if it's a boy, it's a matter of pride,
And if it's a girl, then she will be a liable bride.

So they try to detect the sex of the child,
And to know that she is a girl, drives them wild.

As Prevention is better than cure,
They say abortion is the only cure.

The baby's cries echoes in the womb,
Mother would you let me die in your womb.

But, there is no one to hear the Silent cry,
It is there all alone; and it is just a futile try.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Choices, not Accidents!

Today I was listening to one of a celebrity interview, and the celebrity claimed that he did not expect to be in the profession that he was. 'It was an Accident'.

I am pondering over the statement; 'It was an Accident'. Well I strongly think; there are no accidents but only choices. Looking back at my own career spread over fmcg, real estate and retailing in short span of 5 years, I feel, that my career moves were pure choices. They were at times well thought or at times by the gut. But they were part of the bigger picture that I want to paint for my future.At times I think, they were part of a sub conscious conspiracy to be where I have proclaimed my future to lead me.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Burried Egos

Those Fire balls around,
Make me deaf, with those big sounds.

Everything is down in ruins.
Except the smoky clouds in the sky, in fumes.

Limbs lie in the graves,
While those not, with hungry stomachs do crave.

Cries all around bleeds the souls,
Tears from the eyes flood and add to the foul.

Dream turn into nightmares.
And brave hearts go out to fight with a dare.

Crying mothers go insane,
And search for lost babies in every lane.

Soldiers with lost limbs and bloodys wounds,
Lie helpless with no aids on the grounds.

To add to the war, the nature takes its own revenge,
And it rains with floods to crowd the graves.

Enemies come together to give a fight,
Seeing the consequences of their worthless egoistic fights.

But it gets too late to make up for any loses around,
Since the world is deep asleep, in the graves, never to be awaken by the slightest sound.

I had written this poem during the Kargil war.

The terror attacks that struck Mumbai have left a deep scar on our hearts. Its nightmare we will never forget. For that matter never want to forget. And all of us want action Now. For past few days media has been beaming messages calling out for a war on terror. I have come across loads of SMS’s and mail asking fellow citizens to take pledges and mobilizing opinions to declare war on terror.

WAR !! I wonder how many of the proponents of waging a War have ever consequences of War. It’s definitely not the kind of ones which you saw in Mahabharatha where two armies fight on a no mans land. Moderns wars unfortunately are fought right in the hearts of civilization. Where innocent lives are lost.


Uncertain times call for certain actions. Actions that shall prepare you to handle any adversity come what may. Most of us are busy with our daily lives; ensuring the present and future well being of our families.

We all are consciously or unconsciously; investing or saving our hard earned money. It could be a bank fixed deposit, NSC, PPF or Mutual Funds, shares or even insurance policies. But what happens if you were to live no more or even face some permanent disability or worse still there is war or a natural calamity. Does your spouse, or nominees even know about your life insurance policy details or a medical policy, WILL and the location of the same; whether home locker, bank or worse still mortgaged.

How will you or your immediate family ever know about the basis details like PAN no, Bank account details, Passport etc, just in case it is misplaced.

I have made a brief summary sheet with updated records, it helps

Saturday, April 11, 2009

A Blogger is born !

Well it's no different than trying to write my first poem back in school. I was scribbling with my pen and I just had no words to pen.

However, creating and writing my first blog seems more of a science. So to say I am a test tube baby. Everything is so neatly crafted...Tailor made out of a lab. Easy templates to choose, feels as if I can choose my body.