Dawn of Awakening

At the bay of the sea
I saw a Pearl inside the cluster
Free yet so secured

Waving my bare hands
inside the water full of ripples
I was living the moment of
utter quiescence.

Then,

I wondered,

It’s been months since I even tried to write up an actual blog about something. Something so vulnerable that is in my mind from quite a time now.
I’ve had some rant left in me about current affairs and stuff that even resembles hope for our future. All that constant constipated stuff that covers up that whole breaking news hour.

Sometimes, I wonder, why they chose us. Us over any other species. A species which is been gifted with such Intellect. A species which can communicate and Understand.
We’re so close to achieving greatness yet so far. We all have big dreams for ourselves. We all, won’t let a single eye bat our own; Our family. Have we finally reached the point where
Only the blood-related is considered as Family. Is there any trace of Humanity left on this Planet.

Sometimes, I wish i could track back our footprints and start from the scratch. But maybe i was too late. Introduced too late, for such delicate situation.
I’m no saint. I’m inseparable. Exposed at times where i don’t need to be. Perhaps the time is what, I don’t have or is it the Patience? Which I never cared to keep.
So what went wrong? It’s been approximately 14 billion years since the Big Bang. Even After accomplishing things and technology that were never predicted, We stand aside from the sole intention we were meant to live for. Is it something that has to do with our insecurities? Is it the influence of the greed to get more; expect more? Are we really doing this?

Sometimes, I get panicked. Not because I’m supposed to be but maybe, i was meant to be. I panic when the situation is out of my bounds. I fear when the wrongdoing has all the
stronghold. I dismay when something happens even when i never intended for it. Similarly, this time, we’re living in, is no illusion of terror, It actually is the apocalypse
which we never hoped to see. And maybe, we’re too late to stop it. Maybe, we’re the only reason it occurred in the first place. Maybe, we were too busy running after the things which can be priced. Concentrated on filling our lust and longing, while our only hope; our only planet, Panicked.

Sometimes, I hope for a change. Not a change that could revolutionalize the world. Not a change that would jeopardize our position either but a change in the thought process. Change in the opinion of every individual on a scale where there is some hope left for Unity. Where we all could deal with our deeds. Kneel down to our Sins. Where at least there’s some pitch left for our future to cope up. Where we could actually build something so concrete that it can be shattered by nothing.

I never asked to be special. I never asked for anything fancy. I never asked for this discreet pain. I never asked for this broken Peace. I never asked for the silent Wars and Politics.
I never asked for a day where i wake up in the morning, and everything is either dead or lost. I never hoped to see that day. And maybe, i shall never be.
The only thing i ever asked for is the Survival of the innocent. Endurance for Humanity.
To the wrongs that need resistance, To the right that needs assistance, To the future in the distance, Give yourselves. – ( By CCC)

Fin.

-Abhishek

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The Saturated Dust

soul lying on the ground
of anguish, hurt, worthlessness, or more.
agony never brooded blood or gore
from its own existence
gradually cease to exist anymore.

numb feeling for the thinking muscle
the sweet sound will sometimes sheer
emptiness occupying the rounded roots
stop, stare, tap the snare
imagination pops and it all fades away.

words are supposed to communicate
we are all cursed to integrate
initiate, advocate , innovate
crowd as they were, to agitate
so i swim on this letter not aware,
i’m saturated.

in my eyes, though
wishing to take pain unto my core
’cause a bit more than what’s there
never really matters
if it knocks on my door.

Do dwell on the past pain,
It’s part of the game
To plan for the future.

Welcoming myself to the adulthood. (11/8)

Fin.

-Abhishek

3-Day quote challenge- Day #3

Last day of my quote challenge. It was a real pleasure to do such thing, to be honest.

Rules for this challenge:-

  • A quote each day for 3 days
  • 3 different nominees each day
  • Inform the nominees

My quote –

Ben: “You’re never wrong to do the right thing.”
Jules: Who said that, you?
Ben: Yeah. But I’m pretty sure Mark Twain said it first.

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Movie : The Intern

I literally love this movie so much.
There’s nothing fancy about it but the fact that it’s just too sober and full of love and emotions. Probably one of those which brought some tears to my eyes. (Like seriously)
Also, both the lead characters are my all time favorites. 🙂
Deeply moved.

My nominees –

justnotrandom.wordpress.com

ashugulati.wordpress.com

mydearyellowworld.wordpress.com

˄ I’m still a newbie blogger and quite sure you guys might have done this already so no worries if you don’t wanna do it again. Cheers!

Fin.

-Abhishek

I miss her.

I was out of words then,
I’m out of words now.

I could do nothing then,
I could do nothing now.

Our mother groaned, and father wept,
Into the dangerous world, I leaped;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

But we are far apart and I have grown learned in sorrow.
Nothing can make it dissolve And go away.
One moment, It is on my eyebrows.
The next, it weighs on my heart.

Losing you was possibly the most hurtful thing that has ever happened to me.

Not a day goes by that I don’t look at your picture and smile.
or cry.
Or Both.

It’s just the memories I’m left with.
I miss you so much.
Please come back.

I’m gazing at the stars for you.

My dearest Sister, Pooja.
(13-10-1991 – 22-10-2014) 😥

– Abhishek

 

Sister
May 15 ,2011

 

 

 

 

 

annoyance – a gift we never asked for

LAWS OF FRUSTRATION: Ver 2.0

A human can get annoyed/distract from anything at any certain time. But nothing comes close to other people when it comes to annoyance. well sometimes, yes. But mostly it’s always the freaking h-u-m-a-n-s. (I know I’m over exaggerating but I have really thought this through) I mean like there’s no limit for getting offended these days, innit?

So going ahead I’ve made some pointers which can save you in the times when you’re really pissed at someone damn obnoxious.

Find the source of your annoyance:

Consider whether your offense is reality based or on the gravity of the obnoxious behavior of your own. Often, we experience such things where our perception makes us get annoyed due to our own insecurities.
For example, you become enraged at a classmate who pokes fun at the vacation photo you just posted on your Instagram. The remark was not really that hostile, but it reminds you of your childhood feelings when your brother taunted you.

Ignore unpleasing people:

People are more likely to act in ways that bring them some type of reinforcement. For people who behave in obnoxious ways, that reinforcement may be any form of attention. Is the person just wanting to elicit a reaction from others? Then make a pact with the other people in your group to refrain from laughing or paying any attention to the unwanted comments or actions. Without the desired response, the behavior may diminish on its own.
It’s really easy to get distracted but as quoted in the movie The Godfather : ‘Keep your friends close and enemies closer’
you just have to always integrate for Peace!

Preserve the individual’s self-esteem:

People are more likely to change their prejudice if they first feel good about themselves. Basically Self-affirming questions of a person who you’re trying to “de-prejudice.”
For example, in the course of the conversation about working women, give the offending individual the opportunity to talk about what he perceives to be his greatest personal accomplishments. Bumping up an “obnoxious” individual’s self-esteem may help him feel less threatened and he may alter his opinion, or at least drop the offending argument, so that everyone can move on eventually.
Always give the person a chance to improvise. If you don’t possibly see any glance of improvement go back to the previous pointer.

Lastly, I would say is start engaging with some sense of sarcasm into everything. Trust me there would be nothing left that could frighten you anymore.

p.s- Little outrage, Fickle advice, Food for thought.

Fin.

– Abhishek

Words of Wisdom – Lift Off

“Education then, beyond all other devices of human origin,
Is a great equalizer of the conditions of men.” – Horace Mann, 1848.
At the time of his remarks, I couldn’t read — couldn’t write.
Any attempt to do so, punishable by death.
For generations, we have known of knowledge’s infinite power.
Yet somehow, we’ve never questioned the keeper of the keys —
The guardians of information.

Unfortunately, I’ve seen more dividing and conquering
In this order of operations — a heinous miscalculation of reality.
For some, the only difference between a classroom and a plantation is time.
How many times must we be made to feel like quotas —
Like tokens in coined phrases? —
“Diversity. Inclusion”
There are days I feel like one, like only —
A lonely blossom in a briar patch of broken promises.
But I’ve always been a thorn in the side of injustice.

Disruptive. Talkative. A distraction.
With a passion that transcends the confines of my consciousness —
Beyond your curriculum, beyond your standards.
I stand here, a manifestation of love and pain,
With veins pumping revolution.
I am the strange fruit that grew too ripe for the poplar tree.
I am a DREAM Act, Dream Deferred incarnate.
I am a movement – an amalgam of memories America would care to forget
My past, alone won’t allow me to sit still.
So my body, like the mind
Cannot be contained.

As educators, rather than raising your voices
Over the rustling of our chains,
Take them off. Un-cuff us.
Unencumbered by the lumbering weight
Of poverty and privilege,
Policy and ignorance.

I was in the 7th grade, when Ms. Parker told me,
“Donovan, we can put your excess energy to good use!”
And she introduced me to the sound of my own voice.
She gave me a stage. A platform.
She told me that our stories are ladders
That make it easier for us to touch the stars.
So climb and grab them.
Keep climbing. Grab them.
Spill your emotions in the big dipper and pour out your soul.
Light up the world with your luminous allure.

To educate requires Galileo-like patience.
Today, when I look my students in the eyes, all I see are constellations.
If you take the time to connect the dots,
You can plot the true shape of their genius —
Shining in their darkest hour.

I look each of my students in the eyes,
And see the same light that aligned Orion’s Belt
And the pyramids of Giza.
I see the same twinkle
That guided Harriet to freedom.
I see them. Beneath their masks and mischief,
Exists an authentic frustration;
An enslavement to your standardized assessments.

At the core, none of us were meant to be common.
We were born to be comets,
Darting across space and time —
Leaving our mark as we crash into everything.
A crater is a reminder that something amazing happened here —
An indelible impact that shook up the world.
Are we not astronomers — looking for the next shooting star?
I teach in hopes of turning content, into rocket ships —
Tribulations into telescopes,
So a child can see their potential from right where they stand.
An injustice is telling them they are stars
Without acknowledging night that surrounds them.
Injustice is telling them education is the key
While you continue to change the locks.

Education is no equalizer —
Rather, it is the sleep that precedes the American Dream.
So wake up — wake up! Lift your voices
Until you’ve patched every hole in a child’s broken sky.
Wake up every child so they know of their celestial potential.
I’ve been a Black hole in the classroom for far too long;
Absorbing everything, without allowing my light escape.
But those days are done. I belong among the stars.
And so do you. And so do they.
Together, we can inspire galaxies of greatness
For generations to come.
No, sky is not the limit. It is only the beginning.
Lift off.

– Donovan Livingston  (Ed.M.’16, student speaker at HGSE’s 2016 Convocation exercises.)

This has truly given me vibes that will stay longer than those TED talks i watch every now and then.

Fin.

Influenced – a virtue of ignorance

We all think about our past, don’t we. At least I do. I always have these dreams where I try to undo and redo everything, literally. To be honest,  I’m  not much of a proud person for my past. although doesn’t entirely means that I had a miserable past or anything obnoxious but certainly it was a casual past with lots of ups and downs. I was a bright kid in my high school, with good grades, nice friends, and the Best Parents. But it’s the bad decisions that make me overthink certain things that I probably had been getting over with. (at least now)

There were many occurences when I used to ask  myself, who I really am? Am I being real? Am I still a kid my parents think I am? And more importantly, who do I really want to be?

The truth is, you’re a lot of things to a lot of people – you’re interesting like that. You can be one thing on the web and still be kind of different in reality. You can be someone to look up to, and know what it feels like to get rejected. You can be righteous in your decisions and still slip up and make mistakes more often.

But, with so many versions of yourself, it’s easy to forget the one thing that keeps you real – the undeniable fact that original & genuine first edition of yourself.

The point is when you reach the moment where you have to ask yourself, who am I really? Take a break, & Start again. And always remember, you’re Beyond the Influence.

Only one mantra – Be Real (not as easy as it sounds)

You might have heard this from tons of people for thousands of times, telling you “just be yourself” – but what does that really mean? Knowing who you are and what you believe in is crucial. Recognizing the influences in your life (both good and bad) makes it easier for you to make necessary decisions regarding  who to hang out with and whether or not to try things such as drugs or alcohol.

There is a complicated list of reasons why people try or use drugs. Some people do it to change the way they feel. Sometimes people use drugs to go along with the crowd (getting influenced) or maybe in the fear of not being accepted by others or sometimes to cover up their insecurities. Acknowledge this, former users often say that drugs ended up isolating them from friends and family and made them feel even more alone. Perhaps many even lost whatever they had remaining in their lives. Nobody is actually forced to engage with stuff like this, although condition matters. (like somebody was forced) Being Optimistic here, You can always find a better way to sort things, find a better reason to live. Dedicate your time with the things you’re good at. Believe me, I actually used to think that I’m good for nothing but with time, patience, and persistence you discover more about yourselves.

Instead of going along with what some people are doing, you could spend more of your energy on yourself, your self-belief,  your viewpoints, your principles , and your own way of doing things. You can’t control what another person thinks about you. Isn’t it more worthwhile to work on what you think about yourself, and not try to shape someone else’s impression of you?

Just be yourself and hang with people who encourage you to be who you are, and not who they want you to be.

And don’t be too hard on yourself; you may be your most ruthless critic. Hang out with people who support you and be careful of people who are all about negativity. Never take a route which will only solve your problems temporarily. Be proud of yourself with no regrets. ( No kidding i swear)

May the FORCE be with you.

Fin.
– Abhishek