Life is an uncertain and unpredictable preparation for death-Rajasir
Lofty metaphors, convincing allusions, aphorism, and what not…..but…
Mr. Obama’s Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech opens with some very beautiful and positive phrases like ” our highest aspirations”, “Our actions’, and “direction of justice”. And one is easily convinced that this man is really someone who really knows and commands his diction.
No doubt that Mr. Obama is a wonderful orator, and perhaps the best among all the living political leaders and statesmen. His speeches have the power to shake, trouble, provoke, and finally manipulate the masses towards what he thinks is right.
I find myself in a dilemma whether I should go with the majority and say that what Mr. Obama said was absolutely right. Theoretically, in the present context of American and Western thinking, it does seem to be highly justifiable and appropriate, but when I try to observe and analyze his words I find a kind of vocabulary that pleases the powers who control the balance of this chaotic world.
Let me begin with “Our highest aspiration” that raises a question whether Mr. Obama include the aspirations of all those who are not Christians and don’t follow the practices which Mr. Obama and his colleagues are habitual to. “Our actions” directly refers to the military actions here because in the ensuing parts of the speech he speaks at length to justify the actions taken by US and its stragegic partners in the war in Iraq and Afghanistan. He endeavors to establish a point that the use of power is just and appropriate if it is used against a suppressor who violates the norms and standards which are set by the Western world. Perhaps he forgot that the culture has a vital role to play in their living style which is different from the living style of the Americans and Europeans.
“In the direction of justice” is yet another phrase in the opening lines. Now, the first question is who is going to decide what justice is. He talks about terrorist groups like Al Qaida and other subversive forces, but he also speaks a line about the Holy Crusades of the past in which the Christian forces had committed immense amount of atrocities against non- Christians. I believe that all those people who commit heinous crimes against humanity are criminals and they are individuals, with no relation to the whole community or religion they belong to.
Likewise, his speech presents all the points which are essential to make a speech successful. The thundering applause was the testimony of approval. But I am not convinced.
He talks about peace and the methods to achieve peace through the use of power and aggression, besides giving the examples of non-violent methods of venerable Mahatma Gandhi and honorable Martin Luther King.
What I found missing was the lack of religious matters in his oratory. Can’t he think beyond force and just use of force. Isn’t there a way to somehow try to understand the other religions and bring people together to create a harmony among them. He does not talk about giving such education to children all over the world through which they could recognize the goodness of human actions in the light of various religions. Why can’t Christianity and Islam, or Hinduism and Islam, or Buddhism and Islam be brought closer. There are more similarities than differences? The only differences which transpire are in eating habits, attire, and social systems.
Power can bring imposed peace but can it change the hearts of the people all over the world is a question. Mr. Obama, who so eloquently talks about peace and methods of establishing peace, perhaps forgot that his predecessors had given birth to Al Qaida and Taliban to fight against the Russian forces in Afghanistan. Has America ever taught the lesson of peace to the rest of the world through any other means except for the display of the superior military power?Why doesn’t Mr. President try to see humans in substance, though they may be different in their practices. Why can’t the so-called Islamic terrorists be called cruel criminals, without marring the image of all the Muslims all over the world?
Majority of the people from the so-called terrorist countries are against those few terrorists but they are afraid.I believe that American way of teaching the message of peace to the world is really horrible. This peace prize is the reward of the deaths of thousands of American soldiers and non-American fighting groups whose strings were attached to the commanders who guided them to attain their objectives. How shameless a person can be who simply ignores the fact that not all Americans think like him and they don’t want to fight against an unknown enemy who is thousands of miles away?
I wish a true first citizen of the world would appear one day and try to spend more on the education all over the world to bring different religions closer, to live in harmony, to forgive their past mistakes, to hug each other, to make this world a better place for living!
Why can’t a crusade be initiated to invade the minds of the people with positive and beautiful thoughts, some from their own holy scriptures, and some from our own, by own I mean Christian scriptures? Can’t Jesus, Mohammad, Nanak, Buddha, Krishna, and Moses live together?
Why can’t they live together? This is my aspiration, which is much higher than Mr. Obama’s “Our aspirations.”
God bless you all
I won't cry now,Mama
by Raja Sharma
copyright 11-13-2009
I won't cry now,Mama, I won't cry now
I know who I am, my tears are dry now.
Amersfoort's windmills send the moans of past
Dear uncle was the last to breathe his last.
Dutch cheese still reeks with the decaying souls
Demonic Swastika shamed divine last.
I won't cry now,Mama, I won't cry now
Who rules this wonderful world I know now.
I went to Arbeitsdorf, the shrine of deads
Now skulls greet the visitors with bowed heads.
In Bredtvet the sun no more shines on snow
I wandered yonder picking broken threads.
I won't cry now,Mama, I won't cry now
Why the caged bird sings,sure I know now.
Auschwitz hides the burned charred mothers & sons
Banjica contributed to killed with guns
Belzec razed under the Panzer's rollers
Shall I count myself among lucky ones?
I won't cry now,Mama, I won't cry now
I am nearing my century, way out now.
A Fistful of Sky
by Raja Sharma
copyright 10-22-2009
I got my fistful of sky
at dawns and dusks.
They got load full of lies
in frowns and musks.
I prisoner of my thoughts
in lighthouse of mine.
They revelers of plots
in playhouse and wines.
My pothole gives wings
to flights of mind.
Your world whole cuts wings
to be confined.
My Jesus whispers to me
from the space of mine.
Your God remains asleep
in palaces nine.
By Rajasir 5th August 2008
at dawns and dusks.
They got load full of lies
in frowns and musks.
I prisoner of my thoughts
in lighthouse of mine.
They revelers of plots
in playhouse and wines.
My pothole gives wings
to flights of mind.
Your world whole cuts wings
to be confined.
My Jesus whispers to me
from the space of mine.
Your God remains asleep
in palaces nine.
By Rajasir 5th August 2008
EURO-ENGLISH
The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.
As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as 'Euro-English'.
In the first year, 's' will replace the soft 'c'. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard 'c' will be dropped in favour of 'k'. This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome 'ph' will be replaced with 'f'. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.
In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent 'e' in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing 'th' with 'z' and 'w' with 'v'.
During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary 'o' kan be dropd from vords kontaining 'ou' and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.
Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.
Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.
Money Rings all the Ways!
by Raja Sharma
copyright 10-09-2009
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
The child asking Pa for goodies annoyed
Love n parental care are clearly cloyed
Blessings are weighed with the digital coins
Hark!This perturbed poor partly preacher says!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
Pledge of friendship is steered by golden cord
Things n things, ha! More things are worldly Lord
Monetary robe now pious learning donned
Crying for offspring, singer sways n prays!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
Nuptial thread snapped by this filthy lucre
Blinded digressed can't say gold from pewter
Daughter weeping alone in darkened room
Old man had sent her with rubies on trays!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
And haunts us nights n days!
The child asking Pa for goodies annoyed
Love n parental care are clearly cloyed
Blessings are weighed with the digital coins
Hark!This perturbed poor partly preacher says!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
Pledge of friendship is steered by golden cord
Things n things, ha! More things are worldly Lord
Monetary robe now pious learning donned
Crying for offspring, singer sways n prays!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
Nuptial thread snapped by this filthy lucre
Blinded digressed can't say gold from pewter
Daughter weeping alone in darkened room
Old man had sent her with rubies on trays!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
No Woods to Stop by !
by Raja Sharma
The ultimate Sabbath of no return
Limbs numb, eyes drowsy, mind sinking deep
Eerie ambiance betokened now my turn
The end of my miles, and promising sleep.
Kinsfolk helpless, myriad expectations
Haply joyous a few, some deeply down
Fleeting moments assessing relations
Once I had her glimpse in her starry gown.
Would I exchange sublime slumber for life
So highly reeking of greedy human?
Why in those lovers' days of love n strife
I mindless poor one made this cruel time run!
O, sightless one! Explore with the sight here,
Be disillusioned, see things crystal clear!
Limbs numb, eyes drowsy, mind sinking deep
Eerie ambiance betokened now my turn
The end of my miles, and promising sleep.
Kinsfolk helpless, myriad expectations
Haply joyous a few, some deeply down
Fleeting moments assessing relations
Once I had her glimpse in her starry gown.
Would I exchange sublime slumber for life
So highly reeking of greedy human?
Why in those lovers' days of love n strife
I mindless poor one made this cruel time run!
O, sightless one! Explore with the sight here,
Be disillusioned, see things crystal clear!
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