Sunday, August 16, 2009

"LIBERTY IS LEARNING, YOU KNOW"

The pencil makes circles over the word ‘The’ in the book ,as a 60 year old prisoner, Hanna Smidtz, learns
 to read by matching the words written in the book with audio tapes . She loved reading but was an illiterate
and too ashamed to admit it that she accepts life imprisonment rather than accepting her illiteracy.
      Still mesmirised by Hannah smidtz  , the Oscar winning character of the movie ‘The Reader’ , played
by Kate Winslate, I was truly inspired when I unfolded the newspaper today.Those words that make the title
of this post are of Kimani Maruge. No world leader. Just an ordinary man with an extraordinary zeal to
learn,which took him to school at the age of 84 ( a Guiness book world record).
      A Kenyan caught up in the turbulent Mau Mau revolt in his youth , he failed to attend school as a boy. But the intense desire to be able to read Bible for himself drew him to school at an age when most people wait for death. And he was true to his words that he would only stop only"  if he goes blind or dies" ; nothing
stopped him. Cancer didn’t; loss of his home which was burnt in post election crisis didn’t; being displaced
to an old age home didn’t. Nothing but death stopped him from going to school. Two years away from
completing his primary education , Maruge , the man who travelled in 2005 to New York to urge world
leaders to press education for poor , died at the age of 90.
       Even the newspaper imbibed his undying spirit and printed his picture in class room sitting, with little
boys ,hunched intently over his notebook . As his pencil moves on his notebook I imagine a sparkle in his
eyes and am filled with awe as his unfathomable intense desire to learn seems to reflect from his wrinkled
bony face.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

LOTUS LESSON

The lotus looked
At the muddy pond
“oh! this is where
I have to grow!
This hurts me though
Yet I know
It is my goodness
That should show.”


And it spread its
Petals like sunshine
Cos the lotus had
No time to whine


What is within you
Let it define and determine
And never let the mud
Take away the purpose Divine!

LOTUS LESSON

The lotus looked
At the muddy pond
“oh! this is where
I have to grow!
This hurts me though
Yet I know
It is my goodness
That should show.”


And it spread its
Petals like sunshine
Cos the lotus had
No time to whine


What is within you
Let it define and determine
And never let the mud
Take away the purpose Divine!

OF BEAUTY, DREAMS AND DESTINY

Shortlived like the
Joyful thoughts
in my head.

A bubble floats
so candidly unaware
like a breath of life
trapped in a fragile sphere...
destined to vanish
without a trace...

Still the amazing spectrum
romances carelessly on its face
like a stray rainbow dancing
with euphoric grace

Beautiful without resistence
all through its short existence.....

 
Like a distant
Dream in my eyes...

The sky stares back
From the worthless puddle
Where the sky drops
Came together to cuddle
When the last cloud passed
And the puddle relaxed
It mirrored the extreme
Living a distant dream.....

 
Like my lone travels
Hunting for a future bright ....

A seed so feather light
With all hair white
Carried on it’s flight
Moving away
from the earth
the place of it’s birth
Yet it must go through
The turmoil
Before it reaches
And chooses
It’s destined soil ....

OF BEAUTY, DREAMS AND DESTINY

Shortlived like the
Joyful thoughts
in my head.

A bubble floats
so candidly unaware
like a breath of life
trapped in a fragile sphere...
destined to vanish
without a trace...

Still the amazing spectrum
romances carelessly on its face
like a stray rainbow dancing
with euphoric grace

Beautiful without resistence
all through its short existence.....

 
Like a distant
Dream in my eyes...

The sky stares back
From the worthless puddle
Where the sky drops
Came together to cuddle
When the last cloud passed
And the puddle relaxed
It mirrored the extreme
Living a distant dream.....

 
Like my lone travels
Hunting for a future bright ....

A seed so feather light
With all hair white
Carried on it’s flight
Moving away
from the earth
the place of it’s birth
Yet it must go through
The turmoil
Before it reaches
And chooses
It’s destined soil ....