Nice Haven (Student's Work)

NICE HAVEN

by

Adithya Pramod

The sun is hidden, hence no light,

But it doesn’t matter, all is still bright 

It is not bitter cold, like it is told

The air is cool, but is blocked by the wool

Crunch! Goes the ice, it is very, very nice

Everywhere in sight, the rooftops are painted white

In white are the trees creamed

Like all the cakes I have dreamed

Scarves and jackets are common

All this makes it a nice haven.

 

FUTURISTIC CITY (Student's Work)

FUTURISTIC CITY

by

Diya Dinkar

I set out with my spaceship 

Traveling through the meteorite shower

Speeding through another cluster of stars 

And towards my destination

The surface was flat and looked crystal.

The breeze was calm, and the air was pleasant.

I took a step back and leapt

Landing in an unexpected city

The sky was deep blue 

Everything was covered in glass, 

And a few humans to be seen

All the pavements were packed with robots.

Dome-shaped structures and light-filled towers

Hundreds of cars were zipping through the air

Everything was done by robots

It was a hackable planet

Machines rule everything

Tracing and Tracking

Seizing and Freezing

This is the futuristic city

The World of Artificial Intelligence

Hyperloop (Student's Work)

HYPERLOOP

by
Adithya Pramod

After the morning crowds
and the afternoon break,
The evening came with the joy of going home. 

The worker walked all the way to the Hyperline.
Boom came the Hyperloop,
Out came the passengers

And in went the worker.
It took off with the speed of sound.
Curved and curved, rolled and rolled,
Went up and down and again.

Boom stopped the Hyperloop,

The worker went out,

Nobody came in.

He walked and walked and walked.

The bag hitting his leg now and then

The sun went and the moon came,

The twinkling stars emerged from the black.

The town turned dark,

And lights turned on.
He walked and walked and reached his home

He opened the door and crashed to the couch,

He slept there and woke up. 

Made a tea, made a  breakfast,

He eat them all in hurry,

Then left for the Hyperloop

And the rest of the day comes the same.

On Nirbhabaya Rape Case and the Ban of BBC Documentary:

India's Daughter Hello all, I do not understand why many people identify the perspectives of the culprit and the defense lawyer with the Indian Perspective? Why don't you consider the attitude of the parents, the attitude of her teacher or the attitude of various social leaders and judges as the Indian Attitude?? A glass half filled with water can be described either as "Half Full" or "Half Empty". The choice shows the attitude of the chooser. I watched the documentary and feel sad that I cannot show it to anyone since it is banned.

We have to be very careful before we jump to generalisations. All Indian men are not like Ram Sing, nor all Muslims are like Jihadi John, nor all Hindus are like Nathuram Godse. Human beings are basically the same everywhere, irrespective of cast, creed or race. There are good people and bad people everywhere. It is easy to brand criminals. But once we brand them issues become more complicated. Neither branding nor judging is the ultimate solution but understanding and treating the causes.

Bagdad by Murugan Kattkkada: An Attempt to Translate

Charred sand swirls up in the air,
Mechanical crow flies upside down,
little childhoods oozing blood from the split heads
down in the valley.
It's Bagdad,
Bagdad of the Arabian tales my mum told (2)
Little sprouts withered by the splattered blood in the butcher shop
dusty lumps packed in rags lies strewn in silence
amidst, sleeps in little dress a shattered childhood
Mum near creaked the pack and laid her half arm on the blushed cheek
It's Bagdad,
Bagdad of the Arabian tales my mum told (2)
Beside the pavement lies a wick, put off and smoke curls up
......
A cute little child, like a cross that lost both its arms,
pitifully dozes on the sick bed with spilling eyes
praying for the gift of a hand to wipe his tears.
In dreams he lingered with little calves far away
but rose from sleep with the prick of a thorn while nipping a water lilly.
Mum sat near, not weeping and said “now on my eyes are your hands”
It's Bagdad,
Bagdad of the Arabian tales my mum told (2)
They asked from far: “who is in your dreams?”
Kick off all the dreams with no sponsors
Cast off your name and roots, we will give you hot dreams
or else you will be given a fire fruit with thousand wicks to swallow
and fill your nights with nightmares...
...
and make a pyre with the tree of culture that you nurtured
The shade tree is axed at the root
Will be given a colourful mansion with dream comforts instead
...
...

Who needs Ruffiyaa?

Which is the currency that even the people of the country that produce(own) it does not need?

Answer: Maldivian Ruffiyaa

A few days back I went to book two tickets for a submarine dive in Male', the capital of Maldives. I had only Maldivian Ruffiyaa with me. They returned me saying "We will not accept Maldivian Ruffiyaa. You have to pay in US Dollars"

SECULAR FUNDAMENTALISM

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1377684/Electrician-Colin-Atkinson-faces-sack-Christian-cross-van-dashboard.html

This news in Daily Mail seems to be strange and shocking for a believer like me. For me this signifies the beginning of an age of SECULAR FUNDAMENTALISM.Secular Fundamentalism is as inadvisable as any religious fundamentalism. The meaning of the word tolerance has to be understood properly. Tolerance does not mean doing away with someone or some idea or some belief. It means the ability to live with people of other beliefs and respect them and their beliefs while upholding and practicing your own faith and beliefs. Remember Secular Fundamentalism is not a substitute for Religious Fundamentalism.