She –
Sitting on a chair.
Silent – willing to talk a lot.
But she couldn’t.
Composed posture –
She can’t move much.
Silent – willing to ask,
But nothing she asked.
Questions buried in destiny.
Silent – willing to laugh,
But she can’t do.
Ah ! She is a bride –
For tomorrow – Of – Some man !
O’ My woman,
Let me sing a song,
That wil vibrate,
Round the year.
Beyond,
The woman’s day,
Which is over today.
Because,
Like all days,
You are back,
With your old routine.
And the very morning,
Taking care of me.
Offering a cup of me.
Serving your life –
Each moment on the earth,
Giving me birth,
Giving me inspiration,
Giving me support,
Giving me love,
Everyday –
I am indebted.
O’ My woman,
You gave me,
Everything,
Whenever I needed.
Whatever I needed.
The supportive words,
Holding my hands,
When I was down.
The caring soft bosom,
My head rested upon,
When I was sick.
You made me smile,
Scolding and encouraging,
When I cried in night.
O’ My woman,
May the praising words,
Are never enough for you.
Many of things,
Abstract ones –
I can’t return back.
But the woman of world,
When you need me,
May I know it before.
Well before.
O’ My woman,
Lets walk together,
Sharing everything,
Of the universe,
That I thought –
Only its mine.
Might we can feel, together,
How this world –
Is great –
Just because of you.
Photo credit : To the respective owners.
Like ever before –
Again today morning,
I wake up –
To walk again,
On the road.
Whole day,
I tried hard,
To make it new,
To write a lesson new,
As I prayed.
Throwing my bad veil,
Cleaning what ever inside.
I try hard,
To throw some smile,
To wipe some tears,
To share the weight.
All the struggle,
Continues till the dusk,
Trying hard to know unknown,
Working hard to make a place,
Some where a bit to stand.
Pretending to be –
A perfect Man !
In the struggle,
Like some warrior,
I get tired bad,
Enough tired –
To just fell on –
The bed.
But eyes open,
Till late night –
Open eyes – I do sleep.
Like a worrier,
Who lost the battle.
May a morning –
Comes once again.
And I try again,
To be a –
A perfect man !
I have been to ISKCON many a times but to a NGO it was my first visit in Bangalore.
On the 80 feet road, there on a wall written – Asha Niketan. It is a NGO – where SDIPA students decided to make friendship with.
Asha Niketan – a simple building with brown brick walls. With the packet of cloths and other things given by M.S., I entered the gate. And the wavy stairs reached the verandah. There on the bench sitting were some persons.One can see their bent heads, hanging hands, drooling tongue and the dull looking persons – we call them mentally retarded – who don’t have a home like ours !
After entering there, suddenly a feeling came to me. And the feeling I did compared my entry to another famous place – the ISKCON. But both feelings did had a contrasting experience !
When I go to ISKCON – there I try to be good devotee for the minutes/hours – I spend there. There I don’t find the priest’s eyes welcoming me. They seem to be immersed in a another world, in the greatness of the great temple. Of course the security guards, do welcome me as I am a patron member there ! I do get special entry with a life time pass. But even at the temple, truly I don’t feel on the ground in that way I did felt there.
At Asha Niketan, within the dull looking boundaries – everyone is welcome equally. I was said to wait for sometime – as some authority was to come to collect the things. Soon a tall white lady came and took me to a small room. An inadequately lighted house with a PC on the table. In the room, there were other donated things kept in a big bag. She was so busy that she did not opened the things donated earlier. Down the corner, in another room, I can see elderly people sitting down for meals.
And my eyes were feasting on the walls. The walls had paintings – must be made by the members of Asha Niketan. The painted human figures were not as beautiful as I did saw the Bal-Gopal’s paintings on the walls of temple. But these dull colors in painting were speaking aloud. They do make candles, cards and do sell them. ISKCON too make agarbattis, sweets and so many others things and help many needy persons.
Both are temples to serve the human kind. And the fact is, at the NGO’s, we don’t expect the blessing deity idol there, so most of us don’t go inside the NGO’s making a big queue. And of course in temple, most of us do like to go in queue or become life patron ( for shortcut entry or special treatment or big donation) for the essence of some assurance of heaven out of hell life or for fulfillment of some wish. Anyway in front of deity, we do chant and dance too.
Here they learn dance for therapy, dance for happiness and dance for friendship. SDIPA instructors do train the mentally retarded people free of cost, and make them dance on stage. Imagine the different level of grasping power of mentally retarded people. On the stage, all persons trying to follow the steps of instructor lately and one person just moving the hanging hands sidewards throughout the dance.
The dance of life.. in the different coloured beams focussed on us on the world’s stage. Yeah we all the dancers , tied with HIS strings.
We dance, act, sing on the stage of world. And there are some persons, who play the relationship acts beyond blood relations and they run the NGOs.
” The deepest need of each one is to love and to be loved.” – the leaflet of Asha Niketan says.
Have Feet – Will Dance ™ – The motto of SDIPA.
For the uninitiated – SDIPA stands for Shiamak Davar’s Institute for the Performing Arts.
I saw the poster of SDIPA classes in Jayanagar 4th block last year itself, but somehow the I was late to call the enrollment office, but this time I did not missed it and got the seat.
Learning dance was needed from childhood itself. It was a forceful push by Ma, to a dancing group in the durga-puja became a obsession later. Yeah, I do love to dance on my feet to my own tunes, when ever I do get a chance. But I needed a professional touch and discipline to it. And in the month of January I joined it at SDIPA in Winter funk to learn Jazz.
After training of 12 classes, our adult’s beginner’s group made the final presentation at St. John’s Auditorium on the rocking song of Jab We Met – Mauza hi Mauza. And the synchronized entry and exit towards audience (to make them dance) was really good. The song required a lot of energy and hopefully the group did its best. The quite good ( pretty too :p ) instructor made the tough steps easy and learning dance was really a fun for the beginners like us. Her smile made the whole batch learn smile a lot.
About 1,500 students were present in the presentation day from all Bangalore centers ! Not caring for food or time, many of them seemed practicing slowly in small groups, still before the presentation! What makes such a large number of people dance ? One may be surprised to know the student’s age group. Its ranges from 4 to 60+.
Shiamak must had some very clear dreams and willingness to live a life , that he thought to share, through the performing art forms – dance .
Thanks to Shiamak, whose heart speaks –
“I am an eagle that soars over southern seas,
I am a reason for people, who want to believe,
‘I am’, ‘I am not’, ‘I should be’, ‘I could be’,
In a world of ‘I’, I’m a person with just one belief:
Love my priceless possession
& God my savior in need.”
Hope to join the next level batches in summer funk.