Friday, May 22, 2015

Remembering Nana ( M A Vairale)

Nana(Dad) as we knew him
~C M Vairale

It's been twenty seven
since he went to heaven
I remember today
just like Yesterday
He died too quick
no time to perform a trick
Would he have lived a few months more
his sixtieth was just at the door
But alas time passes and heals
though your dear one's time steals
as I remember the past it feels
in front of fate and destiny one kneels.
So with sweet memories and happiness
This day I do today bless
for having given a life by dad
all the love, friends and experiences I had..

Truly Shaken

Truly Shaken
Chandrashekhar M Vairale

Switching on the Tablet
with no inkling of the news
Reading the message bullets
just made me blow the fuse
Quakes all over the North east
Like a sudden escape of a beast
Fears of all magnitudes came to mind
whether from below ,above or hind
Disaster spelling it's own alphabet
perish,hurt and death were all met
towers,buildings,avalanches all came down
Temples,Historical edifices, also of the crown
Locals ,tourists,young and old
weak,strong,meek and also the bold
Race religion and colour no bar
buses,trucks,vehicles slung afar
Out went lights,bridges and roads
Bricks,walls,roofs,poles, wooden boards
The earth behaved as if the Sky had fallen
Merry making happy faces all sullen
The tremors went on and on from below the earth
the shivers in humans souls aplenty, no dearth
Tears flowed and so did blood everywhere
People running helter skelter, here and there
May humanity rise to this Nature's fury
Go on doing all one can without query
Learning from this a lesson till death
Disaster comes unannounced with stealth
So enjoy what you have each n every moment
don't be satirical, cynical and just comment
Nature has kept you in her kind care
So enjoy,live , don't just challenge and dare.

She came thus...

She came thus...
~ C M Vairale

A surprise by my youngest
put us all to a test
I want to get married
The boy is chosen, not to be worried
Lo behold there 2 before her
An elder sister and a brother
The planets and stars say now
Or else it will be late and how
Parents meet and decide to twine
a marriage ceremony no dinner wine
Basics with minimum carbon footprint
last date available no cards to print
All and in gear the wife and daughters
Off to the market to do all that matters
How now, holy cow where is the money
so there she come driving it's not funny
A list for the purchases and making
shopping in the heat,ready for baking
But a wedding awaits who cares
to plan,shop,order time no one spares
She came thus.. many days later
the wedding of her daughter to cater
keeping the family concern alive
Or else life's lost and won't thrive.


~ C M Vairale

Why is the inquisitive one
How is the scientist speaking
When is the restless being
What is the surprised human
Which is the doubtful person
Why and when is an the eternal query
How and why a persisting doubt
When and How is always in introspect
Why and What always a mystery
Why and Which answers to reason
Instead of enjoying the answers to life
we waste our time and energy in questions
Instead of utilising what we 'have'
we while away our acumen in what we don't
One life, so little time
One self so little else
Priorities decided by the "so Sigh iety"
everything in comparison and no originality
All for a show and ego trip
one's happiness lost in other's grip
The real world never ever wandered
all in outer space is squandered
False religions,caste ,creed and Egos
Wrong ethics,morals and priority logos
The real friend and family forgotten
the forced marriage institution rotten
It should be thus, this and there
no reasons and truth stern anywhere
Love,Kindness,compassion,care gone for a toss
With all false wants and demands at a loss
Male chauvinism and humanity at a cross
Proving to the artificial manmade world ....
who is the Boss

It is tough

It is tough 
~~C M Vairale

To go against the Wave of Human habit
To dance,skip,walk and not hop like a rabbit
To not follow age old ways and rituals
To change and have modern norms for nuptials
Ages have gone by and the world moves on
Yet society wants you to follow bygone
In our caste this and our religion that
Just following blindly and copying pit pat
Are there any shoulds & musts to get married
Should one do it at any cost and n not be worried
Is the guest list binding to the parent's invite
with no compassion, care in the relative light
Spending more than required really
showing off the world,your's truly
Finances all tight and short of coming
isn't a serious simple marriage becoming
Make this, give that on their feet lay your hat
Are we not one team, both to bowl and bat?
Uncaring relatives and jealous relations
making snide remarks and muttering insinuations
The occasion is that of happiness and joy
Not that of conniving exploitation and ploy
The families grow and extend themselves
All are human ot wolves, foxes and elves
Sacred be and stay this man made institution
Not a reason to fight, die and plead execution
May the new world and new born be given hope
And not make the couple's parents difficult to cope.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Inspect,in retrospect

Inspect,in retrospect
~C M Vairale
Born a Male
has it's own tale
to enjoy,succeed and not fail
Sitting with comfort like in a rail
Male chauvinism all around
high in the air,never on ground
Right to do whatever and choose
Never afraid of a social noose
As a child you grow
later you come to know
girls are your whim n fancy
be it Anne , Mary or Nancy
As you mature so does need
enticing you in a life of greed
Coming of age you want satisfaction
Thinking of ways to relieve one's tension
Society has a proper institution
Avoiding the road to prostitution
Marriage is the vehicle of carriage
Legal for the weak,strong or average
Choose a girl of your choice to mate
Whether you love, like or hate
Both tied in the social bonding
the road unknown ,high,low or winding
Doesn't the girl have a choice
Why be tied in by a parental vice
Like the man she too would want a virgin
Not like a car in 'no entry' to barge in
Having that thought in mind always
I never let my mind travel it's ways
A rude shock though awaited
when my own partner was baited
Surely no poetic justice was made
Should have I in my life have strayed?
Life can be rude and so can society
Which has no love ,consideration or pity
How can the human lure with vice
in to greed,money,wealth and avarice?
Is there no human without easy virtue
leading this life, proving to be true?
Many a Man and Woman self centred
Spoil the social fabric torn and ruptured
Compassion,Empathy,Consideration unseen
Not bothered,daunted, selfish and Mean.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Writing a letter....a waning habit.

Looking back a lot has changed and continues to at a deadly pace.

A simple thing like communication by letters.Gone are those days of a Postcard,Inland letter and more so the International Mail letter (Aerogramme).

I remember being a Letter-In-charge in my school SSPMS Pune. All boarders were supposed to write at least one letter every week.It was to be collected ,noted and shown to the Principal. If one did not do so,he would be questioned. Good habits were inculcated by parents and in school.Gone are those days when one is taught the right things ,especially by example.Surely, electronics is the culprit for many a thing and for it's influence on human life and living.

I would love to pen my thoughts in letters.I also would dream of better pens,inks and nibs to write.Possession of a classy pen would be a treasure.Pages and pages flowed as I wrote due to the streaming flow of thoughts.In fact, in search of more friends to write to ,I joined the IYS (International Youth Society) and made friends (Pen Pals). I had a long time Pen pal from the year 1972 who wrote back till the year 2000.Why so suddenly the letters stopped has been a mystery.I did try to get her on the Internet but alas.She was from Tasmania.

Making use of a medium for the right(write) purpose is important.Snail mail as it is called has it's own charm and personal touch.I miss this but have settled down to blogs and internet writings.Having made quite  few social groups, the satisfaction of a letter to and from a friend is still missed out on.

Things one cannot express by voice can be very well described by words on paper.The paper also serve to b a living document and a proof that can be passed on well into history.A letter can be read and reread without electric power.I can be carried along as reassurance.It can explain a lot of detail without fear or shame.The written word,promise,accolade etc... is 'Priceless'

I would never stop writing if I could but typing isn't my forte' and too much can be

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Could the Media Be more responsible to Make a Better Society

I will enter my 60th year soon this year....

I have grow up from a 'Chawl' in a town with a Municipal council in the Berar region of Vidarbha.
Now Values and Culture are too big words for my understanding.I have my own thoughts about LIfe Living and Livelihood.

I consider myself blessed to have been born to such parents,,,and I am sure many are too.
I believe in 'destiny and fate'.I believe there is some power call it what you may...He She It....

I have too many things in my life so presented that I can't call them coincidences !!!

I belong to one of those generations in which we have seen the MOST possible....From foot,carts,cars to Jets and Rockets. From sent humans messages ,letters,telegrams to mobile ,satellite phones to Ipods.

The change is beyond imagination and real! I can't deny the growth of human achievement. Alongwith the values of Technology and Material importance created by the human.

I am also very sad to see the other side of the coin .....Man is growing and care seem to lose value and importance. The wanting is more than Need and the Desire is more than contentment.

True Life values are losing their importance and existence..... The machine is taking over Man.

Show is blinding reality... falsity and superficiality is eclipsing genuine Purity.

Everything is in terms of Business..... What will you get ? If you do this ? then Why? The Word is losing it's power...Assurance is no Insurance today!

Money is taken away from us by False promises, dreams and Imaginative possibilities. Time is wasted along with energy and Wealth in pursuance of Capitalistic fibs and lies. An eyewash and entry into the world of Stress and Agony.

True so called Values and Culture is not at all Shown and publicised by ALL Media. Grabbing money from the common man's pocket is it's biggest crime.

Media is the fourth estate and has an important part to play in this modern world of communication.

Please ask your conscience and be more Responsible...... Print , Audio, Video, Internet... all media please delve in your hearts and souls.....

Think of King Ashoka who had it all and then realised....... are you waiting for doom?