HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY

Vande matram ..
 Welcome aboard fellow countrymen and the sapiens of the world ...
 Welcome to the ship called India.... A ship so magical whose existence in itself is a magic for the only nation in this world which isn't a monolith .... So what binds India together is nothing more than a magical string of indianess...
 Let this sacred day be our tribute to the brave hearts ...our warriors ... Our martyrs ... Our children who are the treasures of our glorious future ahead ... Our women without whose selfless love and unsurmountable achievements' we cant even imagine an entity called India . .... To the worker ...to the indian proletariat...the real hands that have made India ... The freedom fighters .... The intellectual minds who have framed the destiny of this nation .... To 1.5 billion hearts that beat for India...
 Lets pledge that these hearts would beat not just India but the entire human race ....coz this feeling only has made India what it is ... N what it will be ...
 THE CRADLE OF HUMAN RACE ....
 JAI HIND ...
 JAI BHARAT...
 SATYAMEV JAYATE ...
‪#‎REPUBLIC_DAY‬
GLORY UNTO INDIA ....
‪#‎ATHENA‬
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SHE

SHE
A pair of cold feet 👣 beneath the rug ,
A pair of hands wiping away the rain upon the cheeks,
A pair of eyes bleeding from the wounds of the heart ,
And arms tryin hard to hide this piece of flesh n bone ....
That's she ... A character sketch of a 'she' ...just a she .
Four walls that are as pale as a corpse ...
staring back at her like  ghosts of her dead wishes....
A door that opens not into the outside world...
but into a hell more dreadful ...
A bed that is as old as the scars on her soul...
An ocean of books that have been her paradoxical mates...
Her disguise to hide her loneliness...
And her only windows to the world ...
A strange magical box that connects people in the most deceitful ways ....
People whom you can't touch and see ...
Just read n hear !

Hear their tales of far away lands ...
Of snow clad mountains ...of the vast oceans...
Of deep valleys... Of sunlit skies ...
Of sands n beaches that drench them in themselves ....
Of the silent breezes that ruffle their hair...
Of the million city lights that illuminate the night ...
Of the thousand adventures that fill their memories ...
Of picture postcards to exotic food ...
Of  different people to romantic moods...
And these tales seem so beautiful to her that she begs them to be told again n again....
These tales so magical that she closes her eyes n dreams of herself having her own stories....
These tales so adventurous that
 no matter how much the difficulties ...
No matter how many times the downfall ...
No matter how many broken knees ...
All this child wants to do Is ...learn ..
Stand up once again ...n again ...n again ,
BUT MAKE HER OWN TALE !
And then suddenly...Thud!!!!
And the door opens ...
A mirror is shown to her...
A pair of cold feet 👣 beneath the rug ,
A pair of hands wiping away the rain upon the cheeks,
A pair of eyes bleeding from the wounds of the heart ,
And arms tryin hard to hide this piece of flesh n bone ....
And that's 'She ' ...just 'she .
© Athena Coelho

THE CONSPIRACY CALLED EDUCATION

THE CONSPIRACY CALLED EDUCATION


THE CONSPIRACY CALLED EDUCATION
 This is the 21st century ... the age of freedom, democracy , lassiez faire and the rule of law . Not just the world but India too is on its way to the march of the nations , a march toward the supposed new era of knowledge .... And we hail the modern day education system . A system that holds the key to a knowledge which is proclaimed to set the human mind free , to break every shackle of mindset we have .
 But wait ! Is it really so ?
 By education what is being referred to here is the formal structures of education. Our schools , colleges , universities which are entrusted with the most precious asset of our civilization ... Our children .
 And what do these so called 'bridges between the family and society' do . They raise workers , labourers .
 How? By imposing on a child what can be called as the 'ideology of the ruling class' .
 You might be a tribal , a villager but you are to to learn the ethos of Englishmen. Why?? Because a set of presumably intelligent people decide that a particular quality like obedience , competition etc are virtues ... That you need to excel at both chemistry and history , which are totally opposite subjects to be adjudged as intelligent or knowledgeable.
 But does that imply a complete elimination of schools . Absolutely not ! What is implied is just that education system instead of being opressive and imposing be just liberating , extracting ideas rather that 'reproduction of skills' .
 And this leads us to a second aspect of formal education - the universities. The universities or business houses selling degrees . To be very logical how can a piece of paper guarantee a person's real expertise or knowledge of a particular subject ? How can qualifying the NET exam guarantee that someone can be a professor fully capable of teaching as it ought to be ? If that may be the case then Socrates would be unqualified to teach political science because he isn't an MA political science !!
 To attain excellence what we need is not a bunch of universities certifying knowledge.. What all we need is a LEARNING WEB . A group of people hungry for innovation ...innovating ideas and that's how legends are born . Marie curie, albert Einstein, Bethoven,William Shakespeare, Napoleon Bonaparte. Who of them confined themselves to 8 periods of maths, literature , art , music all stuffed in a lil brain . NONE
 This can go on into a huge volume of a book but late upon a conclusion . There's no need to paint a rosy glorified hopeful picture of things but yet again the biggest trickery and mockery that has been so beautifully thrusted upon us and that we have not just accepted but but loved with all respect . And that is the RIGHT To EDUCATION. Isn't this a joke in a country where maximum child deaths occur due to malnutrition, that we provide that right to education as a fundamental right but not the RIGHT TO FOOD . Isn't this the biggest joke that we make of those millions of poor people treating them as guinea pigs for our so called experiment of about 14 years of education or better hungry education ... Of showing them the glittery sky of school n then landing them back in the mud ... In a much more frustrated n devastated state.
 Give them food... For no amount of knowledge , rationality or spirituality would enter a man with a hungry stomach .
© Athena Coelho

GESTURE

The GESTURE


This might be her fool's paradise,
This might be her escapism .
But then why should she refrain from it if these puffs of thoughts give her solace ...
The fear of the unknown that engulfs her every now and then ,
She doesn't despise it , for that fear brings  out her vulnerable side .
She doesn't ignore it for in that fear she feels like a baby needing tender care.
And she tosses n turns in her cold bed ,
Trying to quieten the supersonic heartbeats...
She hugs herself , clenching her fists ...her knees touching her bosom...
Shuts off her eyes ... As if preventing even a swirl of the outside wind from touching her ...
And its not a tale of love or idolisation...
Its not a tale of how high she places him on a pedestal ...
Its not a tale of promises or relationships...
Its just a tale of trust...
Its just a golden grain of thought amidst this vast expanse...
Its just a gesture ...of trust
 A hand over her head ....
His voice that reaches out to her ,
Slowly yet carefully he caresses her hair ,
Covers her in his strong yet gentle arms ...
Takes her hand onto his chest ,
That carries his pure heart.
Those heartbeats that sing a million lullabies to this fearful child ....
Its just a gesture ...u see ...
His warm feet entwined with hers ....
He fills her up with warmth ...
And not a single word is uttered .
She feebly opens her eyes n looks up at him...
And there's a smile on his face and a truth in his eyes .... Sayin
"Don't worry baby ! You are safe in my arms"
And that moment she knows what's a home ...
Its just a gesture .... U see ....
So even when he isn't there ,
The faith n trust is so profound.
And she snuggles more deeply in his embrace ...
Oblivious of the toxicity from the outside world .
Oblivious of the shrieking voices n abuses from the world .
Oblivious of all the debauchery and hatred that prevails.
Oblivious of all the devils that wait to throw her down .
She feels his touch on her body .
She feels his kiss on her forehead.
She feels his warmth over her feet .
And she opens those eyes only to see the ghost of fear driven away by her angel 😇.
AND ITS A GESTURE , U SEE ...
 Not an abstract tale...
Not her fool's paradise
Not her escapism
BUT A REAL GESTURE OF TRUST .
© Athena
(the fearful night)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONK

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE...
Its you who has always been my source of strength and who will always be my first love. I remember this child gazing at your pics not understanding even a single word you spoke but just being amazed by a single line .
"you will be nearer to heaven by playing football than by reciting Gita " n thinking to myself that this cant be god or a preacher . For the one playing football with me has to be my friend . Nothing short of that .
And now this young lady knows nothing short of love for you . Love in its pristine form . And all I have got from you is immense strength of will...of words...of character ...of ideas ...of love....of humanity and am not givin up on that ...no matter what it takes.
You were never worshipped neither you sought to be ....you were loved by me and will forever be....
#myfirstlove
#Vivekananda
#Athena
Happy birthday

I needa rehab

Its 4:15 pm .... N its goin well by far. So , I have accepted finally... Accepted that I have an addiction...a lethal but general one .... FACEBOOK.
And the scenario is that I just cant stop using it. I know I have to study.i know that with every click of mine on that wretched blue icon I slay throat of my goal . I paint it red with blood. And the worst part is that i read a few lines n my hands r automatically searching for my phone. I tell myself just five min and they drag on to two hours .
It had to stop or otherwise i should even stop thinking about my goals and burn my books in the fire .


So i took the first step yesterday . Recognise that yes ! It is an addiction. It was frustrating when a friend asked me to just deactivate my account last night. I just could not. I knew i would keep coming back .
 I write , n this strange urge to own down every thing i feel has been replaced with type down everything i feel . I post .... N i love the appreciation that follows . But i now know that the bliss i would find in the appreciation i receive when my dreams come true. The pride in the eyes of the loved ones will be nothin compared to few comments over my write ups .


So , beginning from last night i am on a vow. That i will not log in to my FB account for 24hrs to begin with. It has been 16 hours since then and its goin well. My rehab is working.


Though I have had these plans of urge to log in n break the vote but iam holding strong till now. And when it just gets beyond my control i am just going out and talkin a walk .


I want to feel the joy of keeping a promise to yourself. So that i inculcate this habit coz i have many promises to keep to myself . And i better start small. It might not mean anything to anyone but it means a lot to me.


And i am here writing it all up, Coz words just bleed through me . And they satiate me big time.


I am waiting for the clock to stuck 12 so that i can t tell myself that
" Nothin splendid has ever been achieved except by those who beloved that something inside of them was superior than circumstance."


Goodbye diary
love you

WORRIED FOR INDIA

WORRIED FOR INDIA
 08-01-2015
 08:33 PM
 BJP takin over power ....
 The rise of hindutva....
 The proclamation of vikas ....
 I had long been wanting to remain silent over this but my words again defy me .
 We see it right before our eyes everyday ... Even within the four walls of of our homes but choose to bask in the glory of the rise of what the junta around us (especially the middle aged men ... Families .... Societal groups) says to be the RETURN OF HINDU RAJ ....
 Firstly let me clarify n make it loud n clear
 1. I am a rational human being who DOESNOT believe in endorsing people or groups or ideologies in a wholesome manner .... Even to the extend of defending their nonsense.
 2. I DONT believe in religion . My religion is humanity & yes I believe in GOD
 3 . I am not anti Modi n neither m I pro kejriwal (as many would accuse) . Its a trend to brand anyone criticising BJP as an AAP supporter.
 4. I am not the pseudo secular types .
 I was born a Hindu n I am proud to belong to one of the finest n oldest religions of this world (sanatan dharma) though not in its present corrupted forms.
 5. I am just an INDIAN albeit a logical one
 Here are some of the most common statements n rhetorics I have been hearing since May 16 ,2014 . The day of the coronation of the so called Messiah of Bharatvarsha.... Mr Modi .
 * Now finally Hindu raj has returned to India !!!!
 * Congress was always supportive of Muslims !!!
 * Hindus have long been oppressed!!
 And on the other side ....
 * All Indians are Muslims
 * Muslims suddenly wake up n get reminded of human rights violation in Gaza n they have no answer when asked ...
 Why on God's name all terror outfits operating are Islamic ???
 Why anyone satirizing Islam invites a terror attack ??
 Boko Haram , al Qaeda , Isis, LeT , Taliban ...
 I ask you A BIG FAT WHYYYYYY ???? RIGHT ON YOUR FACE ...
 Why every where in this world Islam is becoming synonymous to tyranny , terror n threat .????
 Tell me WHYYY???
 The Hindus think that now that we have a powerful right wing rising Hinduism will rule . That you people will return to the age of Ramrajya . I say NOOOOO . A big NO
 Lemme tell you why .
 India is a democracy . ( don't fret ) it is and it will always be . The biggest miracle on the face of earth coz for a territory of princely states , where after every 15 kms u have a new language n culture , where rulers have come n gone , which is the cradle of human civilization it is impossible for an entity to exist as ONE SINGLE NATION . It exists coz there is DEMOCRACY.
 So If u think that we will have Ram rajya by this wave of right wing extremism ... That we will return to the GOLDEN BIRD ERA u r mistaken .
 Yesterday I had a debate with an elder male family member and he said what's wrong in Hindu women producing 4 children as said by some BJP MP.
 Some say if Saudi Arabia doesn't have freedom of religion then why should we???
 If Muslims are involved in spreading violence then what if we have a Hindu led riot???
 And I can see levels to which this country's level of discourse is stooping. And all I wanna ask is WHAT ARE THE BENCHMARKS WE ARE SETTING FOR OURSELVES ????
 We will never set China as an example for economic growth but for its authoritarianism. We will never set USA as an example of tolerance and scientific temper . We will only set Saudi Arabia as a benchmark . Our most common statement being .... " see what Pakistan is doing " .... See what Muslims are doing ...
 Bloody hell people ...
 See what America is doing .
 See what Britain is doin .
 See how many patents in scientific do they have .
 N NO ...we wont don't it . COZ WE ARE HINDUS , MUSLIMS BUT NOT HUMANS NOT EVEN INDIANS
 Its said POWER CORRUPTS AND ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY .
 so those who think the we are at the dawn of a golden age . Think again . Coz these 'dharm ke thekedar' s , today are talkin about hindutva .... Coaxing u to think that it is under threat . In the same manner the jihadists say that Islam is under threat . What kinda a sham religions are these which are under threat from humans if they proclaim to have been originated from GoD itself ???
 And tomorrow when they think that they have established Hinduism /islam completely then this monster would turn its tentacles to YOU . N LO WE HAVE
 THE HINDUISTIC TALIBAN
 sati system , child marriage , niyog , polygamy , slavery , untouchabilty , only Brahmin's access to education ...
 These are of course the extremes I am talkin about but then who chooses the limits ...
 SO NIP IT IN THE BUD....
 no matter whom things favour ultimately the monster ...someday ...when it has nothing to feed its hunger with .... Will TURN TO YOU ....
 EMBRACE HUMANITY
 AND YES ...RAISE YOUR BENCHMARKS
© Athena Coelho
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THE GIFT #5MNTHS

THE GIFT
 There's a world that belongs to 'us' ...u n me ...
 There's a place called 'home' , non existent yet so real ...
 That moment amidst ur casual mocking comment and my utter shamefulness' and embarrassment of not being able to match u as a lady ....
 We unlocked our biggest hidden treasures...
 We bestowed each other with a gift that was priceless ...
 In this universe we always were .... Connected yet apart by the distances ...
 The only difference being that ...
 Earlier, the distance of being oblivious of each other's presence .
 N now the namesake distance of a few hundred miles apart...
 It seems though ...
 Those endless tears that these two children shed ...
 Those silent prayers that escaped our lips ...
 Somehow reached the god at the same time n he blessed us .
 From ur broken racket that was never replaced ... To my borrowed books that i so wanted to own .
 From ur tattered shoes that made u shine amidst darkness... To my torn basketball that never let me play ...
 From ur five rupee coin that u could never spent ... To my empty pockets n a tasteless lunchbox which i never ate ...
 From the trendy clothes that u wished to wear ...to my lv for that pink watch i used to see everyday but dreamt of having it ....
 From that chocolate n candy that rarely came ...to the wish to dine in a restaurant...
 Amidst all these broken n scattered toys n pencils two children exchanged a gift ....
 The gift of a childhood never lived ...
 The childhood that was too costly to b given to us ,...not because of poverty of money ... But because of poverty of a few minutes of understanding .... Of soft tenderness ...of caring ...not for the body but for our hearts .... And that was a lot of work for our parents ...
 The two children gifted a part of their past to each other ... Their fears ...insecurities...inadequacies.... Their vulnerable selves ...
 But
 Someday , i promise...
 That we live again what we missed ...
 That, wt was ours but never ever could we touch it ...
 That which is not important, but matters a lot as it has the broken , scattered pieces of a child's Lil wishes n desires with it ...
 Someday i promise you...
 That the two messed up , ugly looking children ...
 Would turn out to b a man n a woman ...entwined as one ...
 So handsome ...so beautiful ... That even the angels n fairies would envy ...
 Someday i promise ....
 That we would free ourselves from all this clutter that has enslaved us ...that has cost our hearts even more ...
 Someday i promise u ...
 That all this would be clean ...
 N we can then build our own place ...
 A PLACE CALLED HOME ...
 A place to exchange only the gift of love ...of respect ...of care...of strength...
 Of trust ... N the biggest gift of all ...
 THE GIFT OF LIFE
©Athena Coelho
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