dreamer

I am not a slave . I will never be .
 I am a dreamer n it takes guts to dream.

 we can excel only when we do something purely because we love to do it, and not when we mix any other reasons in it. If we bring in other reasons, then slowly the pure love gets diluted and so does the quality of our effort and output.

 I am preparing for an exam ... No ... I am just studying...cz I love to study n learn without examinations . I will keep on doing it till my death bed .

 I am writing coz I love writing ... I will never betray my words or the pure love I have for them . I will never write for money .it may come as a collateral but I won't change my writing for business.

Religion is a product of ego....
spirituality is a product of awareness....


WISH WE HAD NOT TURNED THIS GREAT MAN INTO A GOD ....


Budhham sharnam gachami

LOVE IS ...

LOVE IS...
© Athena
Something peculiar about the day there was ...
From no where she was having some sights fleeting before her eyes  ...
Of being one with him ...
Of being his forever...
Of dressing up like a princess for him ....
Something peculiar about the day there was ...
And then as if suddenly she was awakened from a beautiful dream ...
She heard him saying those three words to someone else...
Someone from the left lanes of past ...
She knew those words were spoken just in a fleeting second ...
She knew they were lifeless... Mere words
But then a part of her heart ached so badly...
Like a thorn pierced it ....
But then coz those three words belonged to her ...
She had a right over them ...
Annoyed n rude she ran , with the angry gushes of wind trying to corrupt and agitate her mind more ....
But she stopped ...
Let it pass ...
N there it was ...
THE QUITE BREEZE OF HER LOVE ❤
Ruffling her hair ...
Making its way through every inch of her soul ...
Defeating the angry wind with its sheer calmness,poise and serenity ...
Telling her that
Love is patient ...
Love is kind ...
Love is trusting...
Love is forgiving ...
A lil voice  emanated from her inside askin ,"how could you be possessive"?
But she had an answer ..
Rather They had the answer...
They weren't possessive ...
They had never been...
They just rightfully knew what was their...
Though love is not owning or possessing ...
Though its setting the one you love free...
But as he so simply n beautifully puts it

"Wat do u mean I am free, 
No one is free,
The one who is free doesnt exist,
I never want to be free,
If I ever get a chance to be free,
I want to be  free with u not from u,
U r my soul,
And i want to live,"
And she knew those three words with all their life n soul belonged to her. ...
Coz she was the one
Who had woven a million dreams with her ....
Who had wiped his tears ...
Whose pen had given birth to a thousand words for him....
Who had tried her best to give him joys with all the small lil things she had ...
WHO HAD WAITED .... AND IS STILL WAITING ... NIGHTS AND DAYS ...
 FOR HIM TO COME HOME ...
THEIR HOME 🏠 
#ammu
© Athena

NEVER REALIZED

Never realised
© Athena Coelho
 I never realised ,...
 When an angel came with small n quiet steps in my Lil home ....
 I never realised when my coming became magic for u ...
 I never realised when our each statement started ending with a "ditto same" expression...
 I never realised when we became mirrors...
 I never realised when all our conversations never end n becm an open window to be visited again....
 I never realised when our fingers started franatically hitting the qwerty keyboards....
 I never realised when each word typed became a connecting thread....
 I never realised when ur voice became like a cool breeze in a desert...
 I never realised ur calls became my alarm clock n ur soft voice like the chirps of the morning birds wakin me up...
 I never realised when ur morning exercise time became my study time..,
 N ur afternoon naps became my oasis for escapism..,
 I never realised when ur coming got me to do the thing i could never do ... I.e (havin my idea of a perfect morning)
 I never realised when my mornings turned out to be so serene n spiritual ... Wn Spanish music became a lot more than what it used to be....
 I never realized when my goals became urs too ... N ur problems became mine ...
 I never realised when i found my inner light while holding ur hand to make u find ur lost one ....
 I never realised when ur small successes became my source of joy n pride for u ...
 I never realised when we dreamt a whole life time of togetherness...
 I never realized wn my broken fettered songs became ur music ...
 Wn my messed up words became ur literature...
 I never realised wn ur head on my lap made me feel complete as a woman...
 I never realised wn ur arms became my castles of protection ...
 I never realised wn my ill health made u sound so responsible n mature...
 I never realised when my unspoken call became ur lucky charm...
 Amidst all these sweet nothings ... God worked his magic ...
 N I NEVER REALISED WHEN ....
 U BECAME MY SUPERMAN....
‪#‎supersix‬
‪#‎ammy‬ heart emoticon
‪#‎togetherness‬

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