Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Mahabharata by C. Rajagopalachari

I picked this book just to refresh my knowledge about the great Hindu epic. I knew most of the short stories of Mahabharata. But it was unclear to me how they are connected to the main story line. I am at loss of words to say anything about this as its a masterpiece and a milestone in the history of Hinduism which was written ages before civilizations by the great Saint Vyaasa.

The book is an abridged version of the epic. It is the word-to-word translation of the story originally written in a native language of India. The usage of words don't match the context and the sentences are contrived. I felt really sad about this. So, the translation fails miserably! Especially, the characters like Karna, the five Pandavas, Duryodhana and Shakuni are so powerful that the book fails to describe even a small amount of trait about each of them in an impressive manner. The loyalty and generosity of Karna, the evil thoughts of the devious Shakuni, the envy of Duryodhana, the suffering of the Pandavas, the agony of Draupadi, the clever game changing ways of Krishna and the final battle of Kurukshetra - all are poorly detailed! I strongly believe that this book could have been written in a lot better way. This book can only be used as a source to replenish the lost knowledge of Mahabharata. But it won't appeal to a reader like me who has moderate knowledge of English literature.

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Soldier Song

All alone in the dark, I am walking
My mind, I know what its thinking
Behind me, someone is lurking
Will I be able to carry this longer?

Step-by-step, I kept on walking
My hands holding it tight - trembling
A fully loaded rifle - brightly shining
I am afraid I can't carry this any longer

I move on quietly, slowly, tiptoeing
I speak to God, I am earnestly praying
To get rid of this anxiety I am carrying
Why is the world fueling "hate" fever?

The world I knew was never like this
For those juvenile eyes, everything was bliss
Once so calm, why is the world now so amiss?
Why is it so hard to keep it happy forever?

I don't have a clue; what am I doing?
To welcome terror, there is brutal killing
To flourish peace, why does it need fighting?
Now have a look at us; how do we differ?

Please answer me, is this morally justified?
I can clearly see how the world is petrified
It's painful to see terror and peace unified
Sad, but there is no choice left for me either

Those enemies are called peace breakers
But, we, the soldiers, are called peacemakers
We both are on the same job; how ironic!
We both are nothing less than being acidic

Because of a soldier, there is a ray of hope
For me, peaceful thoughts are out of scope
I'm only meant for treaties to be signed in blood
Or to die fighting in the battle field of red mud

With such burdening thoughts in this night
Of darkness, I am walking with all my might
When suddenly I turn to see what's on my right;
Unimaginable terror shoots inside me upright

Dazed! I aimed and started firing hurriedly
Bursts of light and smoke are seen vividly
Noise of blazing gunshots are heard loudly
Presently I stumble and fall down in agony

I fell down facing the sky; I am gasping for air
I see that man is dead, his eyes gleaming in flare
My vision is going blurry; I am dying in vain
Alas! My motherland is still in a lot of pain

"I've died with honor and pride" is what I brag
Having served my nation denoted by a great flag
I see my soul is rising up from my body - separated
Stranded between gates of heaven & hell - uninvited














May 2013

Monday, October 14, 2013

Featured in Tuck Magazine!

Yay! My short story Bitter Sweet is published in October issue of Tuck Magazine! Click here to read it.

Many thanks to Val Michael Tuck, Editor of Tuck Magazine.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

I am on air with Ken Cowle on Canadian Radio - WhiStle Radio 102.7FM


AWESOME NEWS!

I am thrilled and excited to be invited by Ken Cowle, Founder & President of Soul Asylum Poetry and Publishing Inc., as a special guest on his show on Canadian radio: WhiStle Radio 102.7fmSo, on Tuesday (October 8, 2013) 9:00 PM EST, CLICK HERE to tune in to the show, then sit back, relax and enjoy listening to me speaking about my idea on poetry and writing, and doing the spoken word on my poems! You will also enjoy some great music along with it! Repeat telecast on Sunday (October 13, 2013) at 1:00 AM ESTPlease share this news with your friends who would be interested in listening to the show.

I thank Wendy Smale, an artist from Pennsylvania, USA, who looked into my work and admired it. It was very nice of her to introduce me to Ken right away! Ken is an awesome person, extremely down to earth and a very kind man. I thank him for his time and patience to go through my pieces of poetry and giving me a chance to showcase my work on his show! When he asked me to be on his show, I nearly fainted: "Me? On a show?!" It took a lot for me swallow that! When the recording was over, I didn't sleep that night. Yes, it happens to me; whenever I am excited I don't sleep; I just kept smiling, laying in my bed looking up at the ceiling. With such guys existing in the world we live in, talents can no longer be hidden from it! Its truly a great honor! Well, I am super excited about this! I'd glad to know what you think about it!

Many thanks & Best regards,
Amit Herlekar

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Violet Rose



The sun was rising up from the mountain bed
He beamed his rays and "Wake up!" he said
Casting a rainbow across the farm of cattle
It made the birds sing and streams to babble

Suzie woke up early stretching her arms
Wearing a bright smile, she ran to her garden
To see a budding rose under the leaves of palm,
Of violet color which is not seen very often

So delighted was she to see it in full bloom
Her twinkling eyes were not enough to admire,
Those petals of velvet touch softer than any plume,
Speckled with drops of dew, sparkling like sapphire

Suzie was mesmerized by its holy appearance
The beauty of this flower drove her conscience -
To touch it, but it was against her morality
For the rose could have easily lost its divinity

As soon as the sun was up, Suzie called her friends
"Behold the one and only, Violet Rose!" she said
The jubilance in their shining eyes was immense
As there was no such thing so spellbinding instead

Some began to tickle it, others touched it
Suzie was not pleased to see this; not one bit
They failed to understand it was for one's eyes only
Which was enough to please all the senses entirely

Slowly the rose began to lose its elegance
Dew drops where lost; wrinkles made it look worse
Suzie just could not stand this awful nuisance -
Of caressing it; looked like an act of dreadful curse

Sadly, the violet rose ultimately turned black
So did Suzie's heart; even though innocent she was
She asked her friends never again to come back
And drove all of them away without regretting her loss

It was born and nurtured by the heavens above
It was a priceless being a while ago; now meaningless,
Without any value, became worthless like lost love
Stood feebly on its stem without pollens, nevertheless

The rose which could have easily lasted for a week
Suzie shed her tears seeing it so fragile and weak
She was dismayed; it didn't survive even for a day
Never such a flower bloomed again since that day

May 2013