Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Life and Medley's!

You grow up with a kid. Not just the kid grows-- that had been thought and this thought grows profound with the growing Aarvik.

A kid can teach you so many things and makes you a "grownup" with their why's and how's? The research questions for the reseacrh feels like to be coming right out from a 3/4/5 year old'smouth. Why does this happen? Why do you need to do this? how do you do it? That's it. That's about it. A 3/4 /5year old starts finding the answer and as someone in their 30s is still finding the same answers. Will be doing the same thing in their 40s.. Does life in "real terms" grow?

Anywho apart from color/colorism, and other ten thousand question one question that has added in A's dictionary is "die." He would suddenly say- "I don't want to be hundred years and die." I feel like the death of the fish "carrot" i their classroom has brought him to reality about death with still keeping him being scared about death. Life is funny! Funny that it brings near to so many things and at the same time drags us far from them.

 Metta!

The Reality That STands for This Life!

 Maybe for a second,

a thought came- 

rose high and then suddenly with no sense of belonging 

died therein.

 

Not only today-

but everyday

one or two of those thoughts come

rise above and dive down to plunge somewhere unknown everyday 


#TheRealityForThisLife !

Metta!

Wednesday, February 01, 2023

Black history month!

When black and brown kids-

will be excluded coz they have black hair

and their skin tone is not white

but everything else.


"When black and brown kids"-

can they be even kept in the same pot?

Or they will be measured in terms of

who suffers more?

 

I don't find words. I don't have words!!

 

#Exclusion #Inclusion #Black #Brown !

 

Metta!!

Her life (She- my friend)!

How difficult would it be,

to be an unturned stone

ready to be turned- wanting to be turned

but the world bringing its unheeded obligations

leaving the stone unturned

 

How difficult would it be,

to be burned- burned in the fire of nothingness

the "nothing," which is just made to be everything

halting the one who is already free

and scrunching her feathers in the name of "societal norms."

 

How difficult would it be,

to be be smiling, then

while inside, you're thrashed with hopelessness

and the unkindness of the state

still, you never stopped- did it so fearlessly

 

How difficult did they make it,

the life that could be lived so easily

Yet, you fought so hard- burnt them

rose like the phoenix- like you always do

You are the FORCE dear Metta!


Metta

(Remembered her victory day)!