at the Naz Foundation...

I begin this post with great happiness and joy. I do not wish to bring in any sign of gloom or despair as there isn’t any actually. In fact I have never been so happy with life before. And maybe that is the reason which is forcing me to write tonight.

It will take me hard to forget their faces. Not so bright, not at all rosy, or glowing but there was happiness which I saw. Unconditional happiness! The little kids were somehow aware that they won’t have to strain their lungs for long. They knew they were not wanted. Being afflicted with AIDS, they knew they had very little potential. Yet they chose to be happy. I say that with conviction because such blissful expressions cannot be faked. They were children with an innate knowledge that the little life they have is too short for grief. And that is why amazingly I did not see them cry or fight in those 2 hours I spent with them. it seemed that the virtue of cooperation and team work was inbred in them. And all the team efforts led to a single goal, of celebrating the moment!

After meeting the kids, I am humbled down. I find myself very fortunate. I’ll be indebted to Tushar Kaudinya, who helped me open my eyes to reality. There is suffering, true. Brahma created it, Budha defined it, Gandhi fought it and we live it. I wonder how I in those sick children couldn’t find any pain. All they wanted was love. Yet they never asked for it. It was only natural on our part to transcend it to them.

the Epic Poem...

the epic poem

I wrote this a year back. since it is no more a precious treasure i thought it could be published for others to enjoy. Like a typical epic poem, it is exaggerated as well. I have attempted to write it and immitate the greatest poets of the history. it was the least bit i could do at this age, the same age when the Great Keats passed away...
with all humility to Him...

It's not a cock'o'bull story,
And definitely not a tale so ghory.
Neither myth of murderous men,
Nor wizards turning into good old hen.
It's no legend of king or queens,
Nor escapades of premature teens.

On a more serious note,
My readers I must say.
What I long time back wrote,
That Love's forever to stay.
It has ever since worked a miracle,
Making mankind go hysterical.

Oh! By now I think you might;
must have got it right.
Oh! Yes it is a love story,
From the enigmatic land Rajori.
Of times when cultures were on threshold,
And values and virtues out to be sold.

It was no age of innocence,
Having morals, didn’t make much sense.
It was painful to be a good human
It was tough and demanded a ton.
Yet by God Almighty’s grace,
Existed a few brave hearts among the race.....
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(the poem has around 30 more stanzas to it, i dont think it would be judicious to put it here,
therefore i would mail it to anyone who finds it interesting enough. You could mail me
at udit.joshi.delhi@gmail.com or simply drop a comment here..)