Ready for battle...

Why do people need love? Why do we need to be adored, and have constant affection, to be wholesome rounded people? Does being human mean that we are incomplete without being in healthy relationships? If we never knew what a healthy relationship is, and thus never knew what we were missing, would we still have problems in our daily lives? Would we all turn into damaged people, the people responsible for so many of the problems in our world?
Consider a crow chick sitting in its nest, cheeping away to all glory, for its mother to come back and feed it. The mother crow must feed its chicks and keep them safe and when the chick has grown up, it flies out of its nest, ready to take on the world with the few skills it possesses that are instinctively hammered into its brain. It needs no elocution classes, no science classes, no defense classes, not even a language class. It has all the weapons it needs to survive this world, right in its armory from the day it leaves its nest.

Now think of a human baby. Not only must a human child be fed and looked after, he must be treated with love, respect, and sensitivity and so on. He must be taught to be his own man, so to say, so that one day he can have a family of his own, people he will then pass on his learning and affection to. If his childhood is lacking in these fundamental necessities, he develops certain undesirable qualities, some of which he may not even know about until a much later stage. For example, some people who have abusive fathers, end up looking for father figures all their life, to make up for the void their incompetent fathers left. If they dont, they could end up as abusive parents themselves, thus passing the buck on when the next generation arrives. So are humans as a species really the most evolved one on this planet? Or in exchange for such evolved brains, have we lost our ability to be competent whole individuals without love and affection playing a vital role in our childhood and adolescence? In a utopian world, where every child is loved and well fed, would there not be a single issue to deal with, considering all the people are loving and well balanced? If this is true, then truly we are a most un-evolved species, for our success in our world today is largely dependent not on who we are, but who we are allowed to be. In essence, we are no different from animals in a zoo. We can only survive in the world we know, the bars of our cages clearly visible, though we choose to ignore them.

There she goes..

Once upon a time, long long ago
God sat on his throne completely bored
Mouth opened wide, he gave a big yawn
and thought to himself, This world is a chore!

Calmly he pondered how he could bring

some sparkle into man's livelihood
He looked around his heavenly lair
and his eye fell on a piece of wood

He held it close and started chipping away
what he wanted he knew not yet
The magic of night, the splendor of day
He added them all, from every which where

Some spice, some sugar, some ocean's waves
a hint of mischief, and all the world's cares
He rolled it all in, and then bound it tight
He had before him, a girl shining bright

She smiled, she laughed, she was free
the apple of his eye, a woman to be
her beauty put even the moon to shame
but she often wondered, from whence she came...

A future I care for..

Like most people, I have been asked many times that age old question of how long i want to live, and every time my answer is the same: as long as I possibly can! If asked to give specifics, I would say a 100 years! Immediately the shake of the head follows, and the usual reply goes like, 'You dont wanna live longer than 70-75 at the most, because then the quality of life goes down so much that life becomes too much of an embarrassment to go on.' One cant really argue with this assertion, because to be frank it is quite true, and a visit to any old age home will testify to that. But then one day, while surfing the web, I come across this image, and my mind is drawn away to all the fantastic visuals drawn in my mind by scores of Sci-fi authors, and I can clearly see those flying cars, the robots, the awe-inspiring, blow your mind away technological developments that are sure to be a part and parcel of our lives in the future. My skin starts tingling and I can feel the awakening of that deep thirst in me to see and experience what science holds in store for us, what great advances in technology the world will witness, how man will endeavor to make our planet Earth a safer and more beautiful place to live in.

But then inevitably my mind is also drawn to how much we are affecting our world in a negative way; all those species of plants and animals lost to us everyday, as we ravage our planet to satisfy every one of our needs and desires. I wonder if future generations would ever be witness to the fantastic variety of flora and fauna that our planet is home to today, or whether the zoo would be their only peek into the Earth that once was. I am conflicted now, at once drawn to see the wonders that science surely has in store for us,

and also repelled by how ugly and artificial that future world might be. For truly, is there anything more beautiful than a humpback whale breaching the surface of the sea? Is there any sound our musical instruments can make that can match the beauty of a songbird breaking into song at the onset of a new spring day? It would truly be a tragedy if in the pursuit of better lives for ourselves, we make the diversity and beauty of our planet a mere sacrifice at the altar of scientific development.

So when people say that a long life has only senility and lack of self respect at the end of it, that doesn't really scare me at all. What truly scares me is that one day, I might be witness to a world without beauty, a beauty that only mother nature can produce, and we can never hope to even mimic. If this is what the world has to offer me, then I'd rather die while mother nature still breathes.

Endless

Oh! This life, such a tug of war,

light one way, and dark another

a world without, and one within

a love for life, thrown into the din

Fuelled by rage, passed down by seed

each' folly a son of his own greed

circling our lives, is the smiling crow

the same end for all, yet a long way to go

The silent river, stands as ever trial

whispers in our ears, cant watch us burn

dreams of beauty, marred by actions vile

regret is no friend, yet it misses not its turn

He who laughs last, laughs not again

Venged by time, that healer of pain

Scars heal not, wail though in vain

A love lost for life, is a hate in gain

Dance you can but all for naught

for life had and has not been caught

it slips and slides, and plays the con

when all is said and done, life goes on..