The soliloquy of my country

The soliloquy of my country

Why am I depressed??

Why do I feel so lonely?

Y am I always left secluded?

When I am supposed to have so many around me ?

My one billion children

Bloom from my bosom

As lovely little flowers

On my garden, which now belongs to them

I feel happy,

to see them grow

Into a group of young fighters

To see them achieve what they want to.

I receive immense satisfaction

When these young lads succeed

In their enterprises.

And suddenly my bosom is destroyed

‘coz my family wants to run away from me

Doesn’t want to enjoy what I give them

Thrives to reach different corners of the world..

Leaving me deserted for ever n ever.

My little kids worked so hard

To reach to a high position in this society

N now, they go n serve another mother

To gain only riches?

Don’t they remember the beautiful greenery?

They have seen on my land?

Don’t they remember the beauty of sunrise here?

Don’t they remember the sacred rivers that flow with purity n serenity?

Why am I so unlucky?

That my children have forgotten what would happen

If they left me?

Who would develop me?

Who would make me the best in the world?

I don’t feel bad when the world points at me

Saying I am weak or incapable

I weep when My children help

My opponent to become strong and the best

On the world stage.

I just wonder!

If my citizens would be with me

It will take no time for me to become

The Number One

But unfortunately,

I don’t deserve such a great name

May be!

The most terrible thing is that

My children don’t want to come back to me

Don’t want to follow all that I taught them

My culture, my tradition, my language, my literature!!!

They feel insulted to teach their off springs ‘bout me..

This gives me a PANG in my heart, I cry.

But, nevertheless I still have some lovely sons

Who, I think care about me

They work for me

They live with me

They develop me

They love me.

And I love them too.

I have not forgotten those who have left me

Nor am I angry with them

Nor I mind if they have forgotten me

But I want to inform them

That it won’t take much time for me to become the best

My enthusiastic nation’s ready to fight n take up challenges

N make me the finest.

Oh young minds!! Be ready to demonstrate your gallant show

To prove whatever I told just now.

Your mind at work and your hands in action

Will make us reach the TOP tomorrow.

ps: this poem s been written by my lil sister..

gone r the days....

gone r the days
when a boy spends sm time with parents at home....as he is bsy knowing 'outer world'
surfing internet
gone r the days
when people take time 2 eat hot stuff roadside in rainy season as they r bsy 'westernising'
their food culture in Mc'donalds
gone r the days
when a boy took time to stare at open sky,counting the starss......as he is bsy with his 'work'
gone r the days
when people njoyed buying simple things(eg:tv).....they r not satisfied with
luxuries these days
gone r the days when people helped 4 others' existence.....as they r
fighiting their own survival
gone...gone....gone.

Some memories are best forgotten.....

Every once in a while, there comes a movie that leaves an indelible impression on our mind. You are left staring at the screen, not only because you are awe-struck, but also coz u donot want the movie to end. Memento, directed by the well acclaimed director Christopher Nolan(Batman Begins - 2005), is one such a movie and much more. The many possibilities that this movie projects, would leave people guessing for years together, and still they would never reach a consensus. This movie stars Guy Pearce(The Count of Monte Cristo-2002) in the lead.

The movie is based on a short story by Jonathan Nolan, who happens to be Christopher's brother. Interestingly though, the movie is considered to be having an original screenplay and not an adapted screenplay, as "Memento Mori" was not published when the movie was released. With a budget of not more than 5 million, this low budget movie opened to a paltry 250 hundred thousand in the opening weekend, but grossed a total of 25millions in the US alone.

The movie starts with a murder -- a revenge killing, in fact. But was the right person killed? Leonard Shelby is a man with no short-term memory. He hasn't been able to form new memories since the night his wife was murdered. Now he's on a hunt to find the murderer but with no way of remembering names, dates, places, facts and faces. Instead he tattoos himself with mementos of his search. When someone knows his name, he checks Polaroid photographs to see if he knows them. Does he like this person? Does he trust this person? Is this the killer? He doesn't know unless he's scribbled a note at the back of the polaroid.

Don't worry about trying to empathize with Leonard, because Writer/Director Christopher Nolan puts you right in Leonard's shoes. You live the story in reverse order so that you never know more than Leonard does. In one scene you see Leonard getting information from a person who knows him -- maybe a good person, maybe bad. In the next scene you see a previous meeting between the two, which sheds more light on their relationship. Later still you see how they met. But is that all of the story? You've yet to find out... and you won't know everything until the last scene. By living it backwards, you, like Leonard, have no knowledge of what came before. As the movie keeps going backwards and traces Lenny's journey, the plot unfolds new shades of the characters, which makes the movie more intriguing, dark and intense. And when the end arrives, itll hit you in the face with such distinction that you would be carrying that look on your face for quite some time. Once you finish this movie, you would want to discuss it with each and everyone who has watched the movie. Be it in the grocery store or in class(as i might be doing).

The movie poses questions of magnanimous scope...like for example.. In the words of Lenny "I know what that's going to sound like when I knock on it. I know that's what going to feel like when I pick it up. See? Certainties. It's the kind of memory that you take for granted. Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts." but how far is all this true. what happens to guilt if you cannot remember what you did? How can we learn from our experiences if we cannot remember them. What is the purpose of revenge if someone cannot recollect it?

You just cant help but sympathise with Lenny when he says"When I looked into his eyes I thought I saw recognition. Now I know. You fake it. If you think you're supposed to recognize somebody, you just pretend. You bluff it to get a pat on the head from the doctors. You bluff it to seem less like a freak."

"Memento" is still a unique mystery thriller. It is an out of the world experience which we do not often come across at the movies. For audiences who like to sit back and relax, this film is a waste of time. It requires us to follow along, participate and fit puzzle pieces together. "Memento" doesn't provide any easy or obvious answers. All but the most intelligent and thoughtful kids will not be able to follow this film. It is intended for adult audiences. "Memento" is one of the most challenging movies, and is not to be missed if you are looking for something clever and original.