Just reiterating – The Road Not Taken (by Robert Frost)


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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this tale with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”


The Underdogged-ness


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Kevin O’ Brien hits a six and all hands go up! Ireland beat England and everybody “yays” that the underdogs have won. Why, why do we like to see the underdogs win? What’s so good about it? And in place of England, had it been Team India, the response would have been dramatically opposite. Everyone loves watching the rebellion. But none wants to be the rebel nor does anyone want to be the one rebelled against. I asked myself, what is it about us which makes us such?

There can be two answers: Revenge or Inferiority due to Underestimation of ourselves. Revenge, for the match that India could have possibly won, if luck would have been in overabundance (as it was abundant already) with them or if the English would have shitted even more than they did. If this is the reason, then it is less worrisome part. The part to think about is if the reason was something else, the latter one.

Do we consider ourselves the Underdogs? Of course not in cricket. But in overall field of life; as an individual, as a group or even as a nation. Maybe the feeling is always settled deep down that we are the Underdogs. And whenever we strike some gold, we like to put up the mine in showcase rather than exploiting it. Abhinav Bindra won a Gold and we rejoiced. Because we were the Underdogs and we have shown “them” that we are second to none. But when it comes about the total number of medals, “We got a Gold this time baba. What else do you want?” I don’t want to be overambitious in my views, but when more than 15% of the world’s population resides in this beautiful land, why don’t we have even 1% of the medals. Where China is always second in the tally, why do we struggle to appear in even top 50? Under-doggedness has resided inside us, and its roots seem very deep. And by saying us, I include myself.

The reason for such a mentality may lie anywhere right from slavery to the British rule, to the over-secure nature of our people. Being slaves to a foreign rule for such a long period probably has made us believe they we, in fact, are inferior. And a Legislative Assembly bomb blast was something to be proud about. While the Gandhian philosophy considered ourselves equal to the Rule in force and faced it directly. Just a point, not that I want to raise the Gandhi-Bhagatsingh clash again.

The over secure nature: “Arey jab maths aata hai to gaana kyun gayega? You must be an engineer. Go to some IIT, NIT or something.” Rather than looking what the kid or person is more capable of, the security of his/her future is looked upon. Again the low confidence, which reflects the Under-doggedness belief. Fame, nation’s overall excellence, and in some cases, money are in inverse proportion with security. We overcrowd the Forbes Richest list but the search for an Indian face in the Oscars, Olympic medallion, etc. still continues.

We have to fight against this feeling. We have to obliterate it. A rebel must wake up inside. And a rebellion must rise: Against you, By you. Do what you love, love what you do.

A Cyclic Affair


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Like an Angel, she came by, setting my heart ablaze

A smile so heavenly & just a gaze

And I ran around in a blinding maze

Is this the end of my lonely days?


Consumed by her aura, smiling all day long

I was in confusion, I was in cognition

Heart pounded, but with a rhythmic song

Petals became companion, for her love was assumption.


Mustered courage to know her choice

And did that with a gentle poise

Waiting for an answer, shaking to the root

She answered “Yes!” and my heart did shoot.


We sang together and we did dance

Cared for the other and there was romance

We made love and we drank wine

Everything around seemed just fine.


But she came like a lightning and went like one

Catastrophic is love, is what I should learn?

Angels don’t dwell on earth, wish I could see

But Love is blind, they tell me.


Thirsty for love, I was alone

The dark sky of loneliness was harsh on me

To the evil desire of lust, I was prone

Thinking, loved truly by someone, when will I be?

*Cyclic: This poem, if read again starting from last stanza still makes sense

The Devil’s Love


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Thou are the Angel and Me the Devil

Never come to me, O Dear!

For your mystic white halo will peril

Is what I fear…

Thou are the Angel, embellished in white

Me the Devil, disgraced in green

You loving me is not right

Now I think I shouldn’t have seen

How beautiful your smile and pure your eyes are

But I know my love can’t go far

For your Angelic nature is what I love

And that in you, you should save

To the bad cause, I have to serve

But I’ll always love you from the Demon’s Cave.