UPCOMING EVENTS: The SAASC quiz , 19th January, 17:00 - 20:00 PM


CREATIVE WRITING

People who write!

  • Ansuya
  • Avneet Hira
  • Sanjana Jain
  • Aaron

Crescendo Innuendo

Who has the right to judge? Why have people started to resort to truculent belittling? Is it a voice to safeguard the “devouring” morals and ethics left in our society or is it just a hidden act of one-upmanship? You turn around and see a friend. You turn around again and you see two more. You turn around again and you see their minds insinuated with dubious thoughts for what you stand for, as if they were to decide the running morals of our society.
One speaks of what is right and what is wrong as if there were a fine line of distinction between the two. If you think about it, it’s just a relative term. Taking an example as quoted by a friend, why do people insist on vegetarianism to be the ethical thing to do? If killing of animals is considered a savage act, perhaps a mark upon ones morals, then what explains the theory of “Survival of the fittest”? History of mankind and all evidences intact shows man to be an omnivore. According to many articles there hasn’t been a culture that has thrived as vegetarians. If at all it did, the human race would be wiped out completely! So if I am a meat eater does that make me a sinister being? For some people it does, for some it doesn’t. Going by scientific research I’m just doing my bit to keep the human race going, but for some my eating habits might be a proof of me bearing unscrupulous morals.
I am just trying to find answers to an array of simple questions- who decides what is right or wrong? If at all we do find a decision maker, are his beliefs ought to be just and credible? If there doesn’t exist such an almighty jotting down morals for us, then why have people started to cook up their own theories and judgments to target one’s reputation? It could be a strong sense of jealousy and competition, to prove one better than the others or not. Everything we do has become an allusion to sinful behavior, it is frowned upon. The society we are living in has reached a confused state of what I would like to call “crescendo innuendo”.

posted by Ansuya

I see you

I see you
Lying in front,
Flat on your back.
Asleep after a long day at work.
Your face looks tensed,
All nerves bundled up.
Your sleep disrupted,
Your eyes shut tightly.
Is it just a bad dream,
Or a sad thought
You’re trying to evade?
Your shoulders are arched.
Oh how I wish to climb
Just like when I was a child.
All happy and playful,
Always ready for a piggy back ride.
A stroll in the park, and
An ice stick would suffice.
You promised, I remember
“I’ll show you the world from here.
High mountains to climb,
Distant stars to reach,
Wide waters to swim.
Just flap your wings and fly.”
Now that I see you,
I want to clasp your hurting shoulders
And take the pain away.
Your hands move
In an impatient rhythm.
Almost counting something.
How my hand
Would wrap around your pinky,
To take journeys unheard of.
All I had to do
Was tighten my grasp,
And you would know
Any discomfort I suffered from.
I want to clinch on
To your hands so tight,
To compensate for
All the unsaid aches.
Even when you lie awake,
I see you thinking,
Staring into nowhere at times.
I wish I knew
What haunts your mind,
What keeps you oblivious
From what surrounds.
Your mind has always raced ahead,
Is always aware of the next step to take.
You asked me to do things,
I saw no meaning in.
I cried, at times howled
To show my resentment.
You still pestered me
Into doing what I detested.
Now I realize,
They are what set me apart.
Even now, there are times
I feel like sharing.
Telling you what haunts me,
What makes me weak at the knees.
Yet, for some reason ciphered
I decide not to.
If you have your way with me,
I have my way with you too.
For matters of the heart
You have never triumphed.
All your logic seems to fail,
When there is something
For which I wail.
You got me all things
Bright and beautiful.
My desires, my whims, my fancies
You met.
I remember once you told a friend,
“Anything that makes her happy.”
You never tell me,
What your heart desires.
I think I am old enough
For at my age,
A life you had started to make.
Let me in to your secret land,
I promise not to tell.
I hope some day
I can put together
All my gumption,
Tell you how I feel.
For
I can see you.

posted by Avneet Hira

ART

Expressions,thoughts,ideas and creations,
All burst forth with a single stroke,
Our mind whirls with different colours,
And our hand begins to draw what our mind has provoked. . .
Weak lines, dots, arcs and shapes,
All join together in a brave attempt,
To give sense to the unfinished image,
To retort for viewing them with contempt. . .
As the struggling picture emerges slowly,
We see a black and white scene unfolding,
Our hand glides feverishly,
Smudging, shading ,sketching and moulding. . .
As the skeleton structure is done,
We prepare to grant it life,
To cover it with flesh and skin,
We set free the colours of wildlife. . .
From just a newborn impression,
Its transformation followed its fate,
Come on fellow beings,
Its time for us to CREATE. . .

- Sanjana Jain

MIDNIGHT FIREWORKS

A grand party, his coming of age.
My cute baby brother, his fifth birthday.
The whole street on our terrace that night,
a grand spectacle like Bilbo's eleventy first birthday.

Fun, frolic, games , food and yet more fun,
the part had it all, even gifts and toys.
I watched my parents from the corner of my eye.
Both of them, beaming with joy.

While my parents went to sleep after the long night,
after the huge party and the heavenly food we had.
My baby brother and I tiptoed our way to the terrace,
to count the stars, in an unknown street in Baghdad.

We laid down, huddled together, counting stars,
drenched in sweat after chasing each other around.
Suddenly splendid lights appeared in the sky.
Are they shooting stars or falling meteors ?, I wondered.
And then Kahlid screamed as loud as he could,
"Look Fathima, the beautiful bright lights in the sky,
The 'midnight fireworks' on my birthday night".

Walking around the house where I used to live.
Blood splattered all around, in every nook and corner and debris covering the ground.
An eerie silence, there ain't no sound.

Memories keep flooding my head.
The games in the corridors, chasing my brother before he used to fall with a thud.
The heavenly aroma of Ami's food in the kitchen,
now filled with the saline smell of stale blood.
The fun story times in the night in my parent's bedroom
where now holes complimented the painting adorning the walls.
"Stupid architect, we need more sunlight", dad used to say.
With tears flowing down my face, I said aloud,
"Wouldn't you be pleased now Abba, there ain't no roof now"
The only piece of furniture left intact,
in the most cruel of ironies, is khalid's crib along with his pillow.

I still remember that dreadful day,
left without a family and a home to stay.
Celebrating my baby brother's birthday that night,
the food was heavenly, the atmosphere divine.
And lying down in the terrace with him into the night
when he screamed as loud as he could, his voice to hear, a delight,
"Look Fathima, the beautiful bright lights in the sky,
The 'midnight fireworks' on my birthday night".

posted by Aaron



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