Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Bridge Builders of Modern Age

In a chasm where the sullen tide never stopped, there came a bridge builder who persistently worked and came forward to build a bridge to pave a way for the future trespassers. He already crossed that way but leaving all his duties in hand, stood there to help others. A good Samaritan isn't it? This is the famous poem written by Will Allen Droomgoole which earned significant and rave reviews in the era where poetic literature was the food and soul of writers and poets. It sends out a message to be generous and helpful towards others.  

If one wans to illustrate the above mentioned popular poem, what is better to choose than the flood affected India's fourth largest metro, Chennai. The culturally inclined city which is known for the historical locations, holy shrines and ports was severely affected by the heavy downpours. A simple idiom ' Raining cats and dogs ' cannot define its intensity. There was lot of damage for the rich as well as poor. The natural disaster proved that everybody is equal and there is no classification as rich and poor. Everybody became poor in a matter of seconds. The cars, debit and credit cards, money, big palatial house, and status was totally submerged in the sullen pouring waters. Families were displaced all over and some of the families who remained together could not make it and lost completely. The pours alone were not heavy but the grieving hearts became heavy too. The gory act of nature drowned plenty of homes and still maintaining its hold in the act. There was moist felt in the social networking sites too and not only in the eyes of those displaced people's eyes as it came forward to join hands when no amount of coverage and public attention was given to the gruesome calamity which shook heaven and earth. Even though things were far from normal and the roads are still under several feet of water, humanity found a bigger place in everybody's hearts. Though lives of so many children ( physically abled and disabled) have turned nightmare, they learnt a bigger lesson through this. That is how exchanging love and help gains valuable points than anger and violence.  

If respect is what one bridge builder earned in his life and even though it is based on fictional account of the poet, for me, Chennai's people spirit is the image drawn and a role model set up for the future mankind. Now I can say that I have seen and known many bridge builders who are from different walks of life. Salute to humanity and zeal that drew them together in the toughest time in the last 100 years.  

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

A New Day has come

The wintry morning smelled of new blossoms. The air grew moist but touched the skin gently. The blue radiant sky with thousands of birds all over went on to make a picture so perfect that one could paint a memory worth millions of years. Such was that day when that very moment left  us with new whiff of air. A new thought, a new idea, a new leaf , a new cream that surrounds the milk, and all things were new. The sunlight beamed and gleamed and the shadow of divine light entered the drawing room filtering the shades that were drawn. The light was new. I heard that rains were lashing the city of Chennai and  I could hear the sounds of water lapping in Mumbai. The sound of rain was new. The birds in front of my balcony huddled and rested in the thick nest that they made yesterday. They were all of four and together their happiness saw no bounds. The nest was new. The sprawling green lawns enveloped the vibrant flowers. The hues of green were new.  I took in the freshness of air that filled my senses and went in to develop a march of energy. The energy was new. The pavements were grey but the greenery never stopped to bring a new life. The life was new. The milk was boiled and I made a quick cup of coffee. The scent of coffee wafted in the air and entered the nostrils. The coffee scent was new. He came and today our togetherness spoke many volumes. The affection was new. Suddenly I was new. I breathed newness and the lips touched the corner of my eyes. My smile was new.