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Bring out the best


We seek the O Lord in out daily life, we see thy presence in our midst

Where or where can we seek thee but in our selves

Seldom do we find you in ourselves, others we hold as mirrors, to find you

Seek but the way a friend or a foe makes your presence felt


We are but here for each other, in trials and tribulation, our duty to bring out the best

Best or worst a choice we make, along this journey in life

The purpose in life is to be thy the pen that thy hand holdeth,

Writing the history of time, one person at a time


A photographer captures in the best their smile can be, they mirror the eyes of truth

Their depths revealed to those who know not their truer selves

The teacher teacheth pupil, and soweth the seed of wonder

Showeth in brighter futures its true and hidden colours


We are but stones, on rustic mountain sides, people as seasons chisel away, a constant

The harsher we place our selves, the greater the pain of losing our older selves

Createth in us, the angels we set out to become, though create demons of us others

Trust in the people like the farmer trusteth the rain, broken trust a heart break or createth stronger

At the end of day we stand , galiant and radiant to our creator

Careful oh wanderer, where thou goweth, there lie angels and demons alike on path untroden


We can be there for those, who ask our help, Can there be be a bridge where no waters lie

Let not ourselves seek those to whom we ask,trust is but a virtue some cherish and others use

Let stones remain on those mountain sides, choice govern our existance

The choice is not ours, but the inner stone to choose to change


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He talked to us about the importance of being decent Indians and a good people to work with. There was a certain authority in his voice which calmed us and made us believe that we were talented  and were the torch bearers for  the ones to come after us. As I was thinking about all of these things when we were getting back from Melbourne CBD, the after taste of the conversation we shared and the meeting we had with Mr Narayan Murthy, now Dr Narayan Murthy, was palpable . He was offered the Doctorate Honorius causa by Monash university for his various contributions later the next day.

All formally dressed we left for the venue of the meeting, not knowing what to expect.  I did not know about the others but I had a lump in my throat just thinking about the way things would go. We arrived at the Monash office at Melbourne CBD, where we were to spend 50 min of his time speaking about our role as Phd students. We felt the heavy presence in the room as we entered. Mr Murthy was in conversation with someone on his phone just before we met. As he got off the call, we were seated around him to begin the discussion. Brief introductions later we were in conversation with Mr Murthy.

He thanked us for being there to spend time from our busy schedules to meet him. I have often  heard of time being valued. But the person sitting in front of us chief mentor and founder of a 2 billion dollar business thanking us, made it utterly clear how valuable our time was for him.

He started first with the flaw most of us have i.e. to speak quickly. Having come to a foreign country the importance of speaking to an audience which does not understand the accent, became utterly clear when I had to present in front of the research group. “Prayer session” turned out to be “procession” if spoken quickly, which I realized in my own conversations. His most valuable words were that even if the work is path breaking, if it is not explained in a tangible and intelligible manner, is worth little.

He took the lead in the discussion and impressed upon us the fact that we were in fact ambassadors in the Indo-Australian relationship, and that we were meant to do more than just our doctoral work here.  He called for us to be model guest, a joy to the host.   We spoke about the apprehensions about our work, and asked for advice on how to go about it. He spoke of a time when he was faced with dealing with big problems. It made him break the problem down bit by bit into manageable pieces and put it back together.  This was in answer to a question he answered about solving problems.

There was a question of lack of motivation at times during the course of a Phd.  His answer to this was simple. He said that whenever he was faced with a dilemma of motivation, he would just think of the millions of less privileged people that were unable to achieve what he had been able to do, making the going much easier.  He spoke of lakhs of students who were not privileged enough to get into higher education let alone getting into prestigious institutions like the opportunity that was presented to us.

We walked out of that room that day with an after taste of hard work and perseverance.  Two of the virtues a must have for all who strive to be the best in their areas of work. All I remember is “Success is the ability to bring a smile on the face of people when you enter the room”.

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The keyhole though minuscule is but a window to opportunity that lies await,
Boundless is the chance for discovery, truths that lay bare the architecture of complexity,
Truth chances upon those that take the leap of faith, those hungry for knowledge,
The perfect fit unlocks the doors, only the worthy perform this mundane an act.


Lost in those mundane conversations, those debates we partake,
The journey of unravelling we seek to justify through that,
We peer through those keyholes at times into glimpses visible so little,
Judging those that tear down barriers and reach for the key.


The keys were placed within reach even before walking became second nature
Innocence a medium for access, an open mind to see through the rut,
Society snatched the innocence, clouded the mind with pride,
Wrapped in prejudices are we so often thus, unable to break the shackles.


We ask for what we cannot have and chase dreams we cannot reach,
We forget, that its but the turn of the key in our hands that opens the mind,
Can the windows to opportunity be changed we ask, can the locks be remade,
Questions from those that forget life in the present, a reflection unreal.

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The war within

I lay myself on that cool white sand and look at the stars

The stars at play in the dark sky I see, oblivion a blurr

Sitting myself up I feel the breeze, as it whispers in my ear

Those chills it sends over my skin, keen to let me know


I wake on that sand and sit myself up

I look to the distant ship, floating far far away

A wonder it seems to look at the far expanse of water

Hearing the birds tweet, makes me want to fly


Is life like that ship I wonder, a distant aim to be achieved

A colossal expanse to cover as I move towards that goal

Is life like the birds I wonder, living life as each moment

Like each moment tweet they must, to cherish and to hold


As the waters caress my feet, they cover my feet and leave it wet

They say to me that they must wrap my feet though I want not

Troubled times like water, covers my existence and the journey ensues

It makes wonder why I am here, do I live just to fight each day


As I walk along, the heart is uneasy at the core

I ponder each day the race begins, outwit we must to feed our existence

The war begins at the core of our existence, taking us to new highs

Little do we realise, we fight none but ourselves


Where can we find ourselves, but in ourselves

Where are the roads that lead to happiness, but within

Where does sadness seat itself, but at the core of our existence

Where oh where I ask the mortal, why do they look beyond the self

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Innocent are those eyes, deep in them I see a wonderful friend

The smile could take the breath away, i can lose my self in them

Hope to be there in troubled times are rife, though no cares of the world

Why may I doubt the intention, care I need the least?


As i walk the untrodden path, the demons come out to play,

They wear grabs of friendship, lest i notice their hidden rot.

I know not what they want, beguiled by their luster i am led,

Overwhelmed was I of the following, questioned not i even once why.


Oh how but how can one know the good from the bad,

Where oh where may I get directions of how to look beneath the masks,

Is there no one who can lift that veil for me,tied are my hands,

Why oh why do I have to dig deep inside, those skeletons unearthed.


Strange are the ways of the world, we see one thing and get just the opposite,

We need but to avoid the ditches in our path, lest we are fooled.

Strange are the people we meet, stab they must when we look the other way,

We need but to avoid those, lest they spoil us too.


We live in a word of bent spines and broken rules,

Promises made need not last their course, they are but a need of the hour

We exist among those who have no conscience,

Lies sugar coated to suit, the mountain of them buried under a facade


As i watch on, enlightened now more than ever, astounded at their finesse to deceive,

Crave do i to inform the gullible, to divulge the ineptitude they embrace.

Hold myself though lest i am rebuked, distanced from the ones who call me their own,

Enlightened can they be when they open their minds, open to the truth i worry though lest not too late

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Day in day out there is this lurking shadow I see

Its mine though I feel its someone I know not

Weeks on end I feel it feeding on me

Its as though I feed the air


Created though out of our own imagination

A figment that make the greatest fall to pieces, and the smallest capitalize

We love to keep it as a friend, though they eat us from within

There behind people, there behind structures demons overwhelming


Unknown are the people we meet in life, befriend we must fearful or not

People make fear a part of their existence, a reason to avoid the unknown

Fear they give to others, delegating their insecurities

Those daunting shapes, those unknown faces


Loath I must those that have not tasted defeat

Detest those that have not tried enough I will

What but fear can they share, only a soul untested

They live in cocoons safe in their shells of gold rested


I adore those that drive out the fears in me

They that fear not to show me what I do not see

Are not they that make us worthy sculptures

Adorned in the world, leading a hoard of worshipers


Must children teach to fear not the unknown

Must they leap, fall and rise again for us to learn

They can but not be left to fear, unless we keep them strong

Must we not stand by them as they go along


We travel far and wide, we move in droves

Must we be with our own always, must we quell fear with our own

Our own betray us when in need we must learn, distributing fear to keep us nigh

It is those we befriend who come to our rescue, those that want nothing in return


Leap we must if we have to test life, no adventure too great

Leap we must into the unknown, proud of an existence lived not in vain

Life makes us step into the lap of uncertainty time and again

Change must we embrace, a new page changed


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