Reflections (Suchi)

A lie about that truth of life

The truth about that lie to self

A feel of those tears

The tearing feel of that pain

A sigh of relief when all was calm

The relief of sigh which I'd named mine

A life that I made all my life

The made up life I once lived in

The laughters of joy forgetting my woe

A joy filled with laughter to keep me go

All these and more, this way or that

mean the same or maybe not

I have to move on with every beat

this way or that, I've to beat defeat

Reflections of life or this is simply me but

I believe in the person whose Reflections in the mirror I see

I might be late for this topic but 'Reflections' seemed just right to come back to BUF with .....

reflections III(vishesh)

well here's what i feel about truth and lies....its not that i don't lie,but i try to avoid.I will not lie when it really matters.I don't care even if ti is life or death.I believe in telling the truth and being frank,but then sometimes you have to be more discreet,according to the situation.Why all this about truth,donno,just thought about this.Why do certain people lie.As a "kid" sometimes "adults" feel its alright to lie to.I am teen now and still you can find people not being all that straight on the face.I think telling the kids the truth will help get away from unwanted things.Now if the parents of kids who go around shooting has told the kids that ragging and teasing are a part of life and had been truthful in the efforts to help them out then there wouldn't have been problems...

but how truthful is the world to itself? we all lied to ourselves about so many things and now we face so many problems...

anyway here's a poem...

truth and lies

from nowhere came lives

and from no where come lies.

the truth is hardly to be spoken

lies are the best presentable token.

life has turned into full of gambits-

you cannot survive without wits.

truth and lies are knit,

so that they perfectly fit.

if you want to be,

the very best,

and have cash in the bank’s chest,

and push away from the rest,

then lies are the best.

if you want to be

the trusted friend-best,

then learn to guard people like chest,

and don’t push way calling them rest.

truth is the best.

truth has no form,

so people might think it is wrong.

we belong to a throng,

yet have to sing our own song-

for life isn’t too long,

and sometimes its just prong.

but till our swan song,

we need to believe truth will live along.

or life’s worth will be gone.

this is one of fav songs:-

reflections-II (vishesh)

these are reflections to whats happening around the country.(yup yup...you know it is ...its a matter of the tongue..) i know many of you live in Mumbai and i am the only BUFer from Chennai,i might not be in the middle of things,but i have been reading a lot about it...so well here are my thoughts and what i think we need...

If not now maybe never.

in need for unity,

trying to forget animosity.

in need for comradeship

and love beyond friendship-

in the land of a billions,

the land which showed resilience-

to the empire which never set.

the land which did not rest

now has forgotten what is the best.
we are in search of a leader,

who is not a wager -

who will not gamble

with our preamble.

we built our land

with sweat in our hand,

now we fight our kind,

we have almost lost our mind,

we are in search of a leader,

who is a peace-maker.
all we ask for is one among

all in the throng

to rise and fight

be wise and protect our right.

we all are looking-searching

for one human being.

unity is something we never won,

though we import petrol-a million ton.

brotherhood is something bubble,

the US is ready to give us missile.

language has become our barrier,

KFC and Mc have hit our carrier.

we all are ready to pick a side,

we slaughter animals for their hide.

to ourselves we have lied,

chevy and ford have become our ride.

there are many filthy rich,

poor earn selling fish.

few indulge in champagne

others end up in political campaign.

we have left no one,

soon there shall be no son,

one-who will call this land home,

we all will then be left to moan.

brands have become world wide,

we will have no place to hide,

guns and barriers forged again,

everyone will have nothing but pain,

our homes will all be boo-thank you nuke,

if you have survived it is by fluke,

music will never be the same again,

we all will wonder why this bane-

on the brink of sanity,

unless we forget enimity,

we all shall die,

before we know why.

all we need is unity,

and we need a personality,

why not you ,

why not me,

are we to afraid

and counting fate?

this can be the last sing-song,

very few have done wrong,

there are lots with cloths torn,

while others have borne,

what a few have thrown.

We need a unity,

forget your eccentricity,

we have in our blood,

one common mud.

together we can rise and defend,

it maybe our last chance to mend.

poem originally posted here.

Silvara: Reflections

I wonder what my life would have been like if I was different. If I wasn't Indian. Or Australian. If the colour of my skin was different. If I was taller. If I was the same but born in a different place. Like Europe. Somewhere where the world was more connected. Would I be the same person?

What if I was an only child? Or the youngest, instead of the oldest?

Would I love science and art and fashion and history?? Or would I hate maths??

Would I still retreat into the world of books when I was lonely? Would I like the same books?

What if I was born poor? What if I had to scrimp and save for everything - where survival was more than just making in the business world - it was surviving life?

What if I didn't have one parent - or either? Would I be the same?

If I took away everything from my life that had the potential to shape me - who would I be? Just another human - like an empty canvas, void of anything.

It almost is exciting to think about the potential of starting over again - fresh and new. But what about what makes me now - would I change that to have a second chance?? I don't know.

Tell me what you think.

Is it the journey that makes the person, or the person who makes the journey??

reflections (vishesh)

need i say anything?



isn't it beautiful?

btw.I have changed my "home"...well my blog address has changed - This is vishesh

Word:Reflections:AmitL

Hi,all..I've been wondering which 'reflections' to write about...while I scratch my head and think of the best ones, here's some triva on the word,for you:

The word is pronounced'(rĭ-flěk'shən) '

It has some unusual definitions,besides the normal reflection in the mirror kind,which go:

- Something, such as light, radiant heat, sound, or an image, that is reflected.
- Mental concentration; careful consideration.
- A thought or an opinion resulting from such consideration.
- The folding of a membrane from the wall of a cavity over an organ and back to the wall.
The folds so made.
- An indirect expression of censure or discredit: a reflection on his integrity.
- A manifestation or result: Her achievements are a reflection of her courage.

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Ok,so,after doing some mental concentration and giving some careful consideration,I arrived at a thought. The reflections I want to,err,reflect upon in my first post on the topic,relate to the oft-ignored(beyond a certain extent) part of the anatomy-our teeth. The reason?I was at the dentist's yesterday,and after an excrutiating filling,I couldn't help reflecting on what must have been on God's mind when he gave us teeth.

I mean,look,we brush them daily, we take whatever care we can,of these whites(Or,yellows,as happens in some cases,or,beetle-stained coloured ones,in still other cases)- some of us even floss them,get them shined regularly,treat them as well as we do our crowning glory(hair). Then, why do these batteeesis(32s) end up troubling us so many times?

Firstly, I wonder why all the teeth were not made identical? I mean,why not the front teeth(incisors and canines) be of the same strength and type as the back ones(molars)?Ok,you'll say,the incisors are for biting,the canines are for tearing and the molars are for chewing,right?Anyway,so,assuming that God,in his infinite wisdom,decided that man(and woman)kind need all three kinds of teeth,gave them to us. But,then,there seems to be an acute shortfall of the molars-yesterday,I was wishing that there were more of them than the 20 which exist currently,(And, from these,the last three-four usually take the onus of being the main chewers)so that the burden of chewing would be more evenly distributed. Err,I did forget to mention the wisdom tooth?

Secondly,I wonder why they aren't more accessible? I mean, one of the main reason cavities occur is that despite our best efforts(cakes and chocolates and colas notwithstanding), we still do not manage to brush perfectly,leaving those danged bacteria in the plaque moving around and having a field day (or night) at our expense, finally resulting in a compulsory visit to the dentist.

Imagine the mouth being able to open still wider(Laugh your loudest laugh and try brushing then-it's still inadequate) so that the brush could reach each nook and cranny and scrape out the plaque- which otherwise our friendly dentist does with his unfriendly machines.(The sound of that bzzzzz machine really makes me go brrr!).

Thirdly, do you think it'd be better if we had all been given dentures from the time of birth? Then, it would be so easy to just remove them at will, clean them thoroughly,ensure no plaque is there,and go clackety clack whenever our heart desires.

Fourthly, I wonder what I am complaing about? I know people who have had painful extractions, root canals, and absolute torture from other tooth infections...I've just had 'simple' fillings so far- touchwood! There,I guess these reflections made me feel more cheerful than I've been feeling,after the visit to the dentist yesterday evening. Thanks for the patient listening,nee,reading,all!!!