When it rains in Dharamsala
raindrops wear boxing gloves,
thousands of them
come crashing down
and beat my room.
Under its tin roof
my room cries from inside
and wets my bed, my papers.
Sometimes the clever rain comes
from behind my room,
the treacherous walls lift
their heels and allow
a small flood into my room.
I sit on my island-nation bed
and watch my country in flood,
notes on freedom,
memoirs of my prison days,
letters from college friends,
crumbs of bread
and Maggi noodles
rise sprightly to the surface
like a sudden recovery
of a forgotten memory.
Three months of torture,
monsoon in the needle-leafed pines
Himalaya rinsed clean
glistens in the evening sun.
Until the rain calms down
and stops beating my room
I need to console my tin roof
who has been on duty
from the British Raj.
This room has sheltered
many homeless people.
Now captured by mongooses
and mice, lizards and spiders,
and partly rented by me.
A rented room for home
is a humbling existence.
My Kashmiri landlady
at eighty cannot return home.
We often compete for beauty
Kashmir or Tibet.
Every evening
I return to my rented room,
But I am not going to die this way.
There has got to be
some way out of here.
I cannot cry like my room
I have cried enough
in prisons and
in small moments of despair.
There has got to be
some way out of here.
I cannot cry,
my room is wet enough
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Defination of Education
"The aim of a liberal education is to unsettle presumptions, to defamiliarise the familiar, to reveal what is going on beneath and behind appearances, to disorient young people and to help them to find ways to orient themselves"
- Harvard Committee Report
- Harvard Committee Report
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Zen Proverb
If you understand, things are just as they are; if you do not understand, things are just as they are.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Chehra
Har ek Chehra dastak deta hai
Dil ke darwaze par
Aur haske nikal jata hai
Dastak ki Gunj bhi sunayi deti hai
Wo hassi bhi sunayi deti hai
Yehi Khel chalta rehta hai
Dil ke darwaze par
Aur haske nikal jata hai
Dastak ki Gunj bhi sunayi deti hai
Wo hassi bhi sunayi deti hai
Yehi Khel chalta rehta hai
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
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