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Bhelpuri Thoughts - On Innovation and Entrepreneurship with Poems and Stories of my Times


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The New
 
The New Me
And the New You
Must have
Courage
to be
New
 
War and Peace Mix
 
War is always on, As is Peace
Both Exist – Together –
Same time, Same space, Same mind
 
And this Mix of War and Peace is not what it used to be
Peace-War Mix has changed, is changing -
A dynamic
Evolving and natural
Just like LIFE
 
Freedom
 
My Heart
Experiences Freedom
When
It is allowed to
Imagine
 
Evolve
 
To Evolve in Life
Accept
Imperfections
 
Words
 
Running behind words
I got just
Nothing

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BHELPURI is a serving of puffed rice in spicy sauces with onion, coriander and other condiments. The interesting ingredient of bhelpuri is the puri (a wafer), which is edible and serves as a spoon. Bhelpuri though associated with city of Mumbai, has found its variants all across India and in fact the globe.

Metaphorically, Bhelpuri can also map to the French word “potpourri”, a veritable collection of odds and ends. The ingenuity of the bhelpuri server lies in adding different ingredients into the sauce createing unique flavours. It also could reflects the multitude of activities that is a part of life. Our disordered thoughts when they get manifested and expressed, potentially could be unique, tangy and mouth watering - most important - fulfilling and meaningful.

I hope you will get a taste of Bhelpuri – reading this small book and savor the flavors slowly!

Let us meet

Thoughts that arise inside my mind are so diverse and are influenced by so many triggers that it is impossible to capture them all. Surprise that they became stories and poems over a period of time in my life. Further, many of these started as questions in my professional work as a scientist, researcher in applied software science and then as an entrepreneur and an innovation consultant. Most of these were unplanned – perhaps therefore real and pure – from deep inside me. The small poems that I call thought-snippets are windows to my mind and feelings over multiple years of passing through life. The stories – some of them happened because of specific events, some my mind imagined and created. The articles on innovation and starting up on developing an idea are part of potential ways and means to achieve your goals and ends. The key is these are not straight forward as steps in a process or an algorithm. All these are interlinked in ways that you - dear reader - have to find on your own.

The question is why these thoughts occur and why I expressed them in these articles, poems and stories? It is a mystery and a personal journey to understand myself. Who am I? Why am I? What am I? Why do we exist? Why does the universe exist? The questions remained unanswered to me. Experts were ignorant of my questions

Experts

On War
On everything else And love -
Experts are Ignorant

Mind gets vibrations coming from multiple directions, from variety of events, triggers and experiences. These for me became my thoughts. Then were manifested into multiple artifacts – the articulation form took articles, poems and stories. Looking back at these, it gives a flow of my mind in different dimensions and directions.

Perhaps these will connect with you at some points and paths – lets meet and feel each other’s hearts at least once – welcome!

The Book has five parts Part 1 is on Innovation, Starting-up, Entrepreneurship and Global Changes. Part 2, Part 4, and Part 5 are Poems of various aspects and dimensions written over different periods, collated on specific themes or aspects. Part 3 has short stories written during the decade of 1985-1995.

My Poems published in Parichay Raag (II) in 2010 (in Hindi)

Poem - I am a Poem !

Am I just a poem in my own mind, 
 It recites me all the time, my mind,  
To find out words and new seeds of thought,
It continues to deliver me to the world 
But just as a poem, 
My mind!

Awareness - A Poem

AWARENESS 

Science is concerned with decoding the universe

Religion is concerned with encoding the universe 

Philosophy is concerned with explaining the universe 

Mind is concerned with playing the universe 

Consciousness is concerned with witnessing the universe 

Awareness, however, is ~ Just is ! 

 

Uncluttered Joy of Idealistic Dumbness

UNCLUTTERED JOY OF IDEALISTIC DUMBNESS

THEY EXPLAIN TO ME 

WHAT IS PRACTICAL WISDOM

                                   AND

I POINT OUT THE INFINITE JOY OF

IDEALISTIC DUMBNESS

                                    AND

SOMETIMES THEY JOIN ME

TO LIVE LIFE FOR FEW MOMENTS !

 

Poem in Hindi

Aasma yun bhi hua karta tha, 
Neele sheshey sa khula karta tha; 

Pathron se toot, Muthiyon main band hai, 
Dil khol ke jo roz mila karta tha

Gar aana hi tha saamne, sannaton ko cheer kar, 
 Mujhse woh kyon chupa karta tha; 


Main to khush tha lagaa kar paiband dil par, 
Mere Zakhmon ko kyon chua karta tha; 

An attempted Nazm with English translation

 An Attempted Nazm


Har Lafz mera poochta kyon maine usse banaya; 
Sochta ab tak tha main, lafzon ne mujhe banaya ! 

Yeh Mohabbat bhi ajab, kyon kar isse banaya; 
Mar gaye hum ishq main jab, kissa hume banaya

Pathron ko kaat jab rasta Naya Banaya, 
Soch kar duniya ne bus ek But Mera Banaya

English Translation
Every word of mine asks me why I made it,
Till now I thought, my words only make me


Love is strange, why it was made?,
When we died in love, they made us a folktale

When I made way by cutting through the mountains, 
The world thought about it and just erected a statute of mine

Another Hindi poem and its English translation

English Translation

Let's Watch the Silences

Let's watch the silences without a word, but together. All of us .... 
We should all be there but all silent - no word no thought no reason not even an emotion
... Just silence be there ... 

In all four directions - complete comprehensive deep silence .....
rapidly traversing like the scent from flowers essence ...
reaching each crevice and pore of our hearts ....
beyond any of our thoughts..... 
But inside all of us ... 
Just silence remains -- 
just deep complete silence ....




 ********

By observing silence ... 
We reach beyond our mind potentially ... 
When mind dissolves 
all identities dissolve 
and we find our true nature which is the universe and when I becomes universe there is no observer or observation ... However I must say if I wrote this in 1991 at an age of 25 ... I must not be having much idea of the depth ... I am surprised ....

A small poem from my old diary - in Hindi

A small poem from my old diary

in Hindi

When I will melt

Monday Morning Mooning!

City of Clouds - A Poem

City of Clouds

O' the floating city above my city,
From where the messages of Kalidasa you bring,
Are you the messengers, the doves of love
Or the greying hairs of emerging wisdom,
You bring showers or the smell of hope,
Do you actually carry the yearning of standing alone,
Away from the burning Sun,
You float above, burning your backs,
So the hearts below can uplift themselves
To make to create and to wonder
How will my city travel if it
All is made of clouds...

Stuck in the Crevices of My Heart - a poem

Something, but may not be an Ode to Neruda ...on his birthday (tribute to Pablo Neruda)

Neruda's poem

Stuck in the Crevices of My Heart

I found a note
Written many years ago
Stuck in the crevices of my heart

It was written to you,
completely about you
and for you.

It could have grown,
it could have mingled with the streams of life flowing in my veins,
But it remained stuck in the crevices of my heart.

I can not,
I could not,
I may never
Gather so much of myself
To extract that note written
Many years ago,

Not that I fear
That the thread that binds
my heart and me together
Will shatter as a broken glass,
Smattering the pieces inside and outside me,
If I just remove the note stuck in the crevices of my heart.

I fear that mere removal
Will take you of that time
Away
From me
And I may realize that
I have lived my life as you of that time
Without me of that time -
That went away,
perhaps forever
With you of that time.

Once the word is written - A Poem

Once the word is written

It tears away

from my soul

My eyes

watch it go away

as my heart holds it

not to sway

Yet it leaves its mark

from where it was wrenched away

To be etched on the 

paper

that reduces it to a mere

word -

That just a moment before 

was 

My soul.

Lost in the Streets of my Mind

11th June 2012

 Lost in the Streets of My Mind


Is it the fifth cross or the twenty fifth,
am on seventh main or forty seventh main,
is this a narrow gully or a well laid out road,
is it lit with lights of all those who knew and lived,
or it is darkened to the core that its soul is engulfed 
in the sorrow of the lost,
is this a small bridge or the highway connecting the next city,
are the eyes and images that pass through in the street - real or imagined,
is that me who talked to that grand old man in the street 
or the woman,
who sold to me a paper toy for which I had no use, 
real

I am lost in the streets of my mind

the river that flows near the city - will it continue to bear the sins of the city,
where will the dead go
if the living need to live, dead need to be killed
is the old the new or the new the old
are the gutters open,
sometimes stinking with the filth 

I am lost in the streets of my mind


The drugs - the power - the chemicals,
that the canals of blood flowing in the city
sometimes injected sometimes taken - but always dissolving - 
trying to design a new city
making it urban or 
still trying to grow small kitchen gardens 
in the living rooms closed to sunlight
the bonsai plans 
with bonsai brains
can they compete with me
to challenge me to tell me that they have more power over me -
much more than I can ever have over me

I am lost in the streets of my mind

Spider webs, networks, the labyrinths,  
the war that happens on and on
the vehicles that run on the roads, 
the honks that irritate and imitate the drivers
the wheels that run as if the man is still 
only the paths are running
running like the escalators of the many city malls 
that crushed the small shopkeepers
who are now selling themselves from door to door


I am lost in the streets of my mind


Does it matter to the street, who passes it everyday, every minute 
does it make any difference to the man who passed the street,
what street the man passed
yet street retains the sand of the feet - 
sometimes for some fleeting moments it does retain 
the foot marks of the feet 
that demolished the sand of the street
then they fly - the marks - 
replaced with the new layers of foot marks
but the layers remain
each foot mark remains
retained 
in the light of sudden loneliness of the wanderer 
that I become from time to time
each foot mark comes back in the flashes of lightening that engulf the city lights in its own luminosity


I am lost in the streets of my mind


The city, its history, the canals, the rivers, the gullies, the words,
the people more dead than alive - some living dead, 
where are the wanderers the beggars 
the eyes of hunger
the plight of plunder
the guile of thunder
the life of grandeur 
its all gone when I meander from the moment to the moment next

may be its better that 


I am lost in the streets of my mind!

Revolution and Perfection - are these poems related?

Revolution

I wrote revolution on all the walls that came in my way

I waited for Revolutions to happen –

And now my hands tremble writing Revolution

Lest I am sowing new seeds

Of killings and blood

Perfection

I do not seek perfection

As I want to live

I want to hear a song

Sung by a soar throat

Paintings without any color

I love sculptures with broken limbs –

For all these tell me

That people still are

Human beings

I still have more - Poems

Happiness

All the time, every moment,
The desire to be happy
Caused me
The maximum sorrow

Questions

After taking my wings,
They ask why I don’t fly.
After cutting my tongue,
They ask why I don’t speak.
After taking my hands,
They ask me where my sword is.

Flowers

Stamp the flowers
Under your feet
Still they will give
You fragrance

Tears and words

These are actually my tears –
But why are they in your eyes
Words are also mine
But why are they in your voice



Words

Your words came as if
Thirsty for months burning earth
Had few drops of water-
And the thirst increased –
When will I have showers of rain?

Hunger

The morning Sun like a baked circular chapatti
Sky like a blue pan
Everyday ask me
What is hunger?


Fear

When everyone was afraid of light
I became the burning candle

History

It is amazing –
When I suddenly find words written by me –
Lying here and there –
I realize that
I have a History

Distance
I have become a lie
Far off from the truth –
To tell the truth
I was never near the truth

Dew

Dewdrop saw in all the four directions,
And just detached
Itself from the rose –
As if, it never belonged
To the rose

The Night

These are the dark pages of the ending night,
I think and sow the seeds of light,
Thoughts are very deep but still incomplete,
Words are complete but absolutely powerless,
I still have pain but it’s dormant,
Shouts are still in my throat only,
My eyes still watch without seeing,
Emotions speak rarely but,
My fists have opened before I could stiffen them,
Moon is being seen but that’s it
My pen is writing but just writing
All meaning have gone out
These are the dark pages of the ending night.



Pace

Do not say that
Winds are blowing fast
Tell that
We are slow
Who cannot keep pace with them!


Sunlight

I have learnt a lot many things from sunlight –
I do not know why I could not learn
The art of entering in dark rooms
And coming out silently

Open Book

I am lying like an open book
Clear, in front of you
But you all
Go past me,
Just fluttering the pages

Cycle

We have completed a Cycle –
Starting as an animal
We have ended as animal

Revolution

I wrote revolution on all the walls that came in my way
I waited for Revolutions to happen –
And now my hands tremble writing Revolution
Lest I am sowing new seeds
Of killings and blood

Perfection

I do not seek perfection
As I want to live
I want to hear a song
Sung by a soar throat
Paintings without any color
I love sculptures with broken limbs –
For all these tell me
That people still are
Human beings

Journey

When destinations were same
And the paths were same
Then why did we
Shifted our groups

Love

When the ray of Sun
Peeping like a streak of yellow mustard
Sprouted on the white cotton field
Laid on the blue sky
Touched
The dewdrop about to drip
From the rose petal,
I came to know
What is love?

Confront

Every time it is impossible to run away
So get up
Confront the continuous itch to run away
From everything every time


Emotions and Creation

Emotions do not shout when they are smashed
They just spread randomly
May be in this spread
Lay the seeds of creation

Journey

I have put behind walls all my paths
I will not seek any destinations
And I will just keep on walking
In circles –
Keep on moving
Without any search
Without any destination –
Going away with every step from my previous step
Yet moving towards the step that I am leaving
I realized that’s what anyway
I am doing
In my life


Darkness

The borders of darkness
Must have been reduced somewhat,
I haven’t burnt my heart
Just in vain!

Scope

Life can never be so beautiful
That there is no scope to make it more beautiful
And
Neither can it be so sad that
There is no scope for more sadness


Feeling

What I am leaving behind
I don’t remember,
What I am going to get
I don’t have any interest,
But,
Every time I feel
I have left something behind and
Something I am going to get now

Cactus

I tried to understand
But could not,
What happens to Cactus during autumn?



Alive

Till I kept on walking on
Thorns, stones and burning sand,
I realize
That I am alive

My face

When I started
Clawing my face with my nails
I found a new face
Behind my face

Pain

Pain has its past and its future –
That is pain – past and future
Present is just joy,
Pain only writes history
Pain only creates future –
Past and future is pain


Era and Civilizations

When every new person,
Starts looking like an old one –
Then Civilizations finish and
Eras end

Desire

I spent my whole life in the desire for a faint smile
The laughter has unnecessarily
Created problems always

*****

Some More Poems - I still call them Poems

New Creation

My creation is new,
But Ideas are same old, already thrashed by many,
Nothing new
Just play of words


Liars and Judges

You all are a lie,
But who am I
To Judge
What is real and what is lie?

Broken pieces of My Life

Every Broken piece of my life
I have kept with me
So that
If someone sometime needs,
I can give –
At least one piece of my life

Life

Every day
Life is breaking down piece by piece
And all of us extending our hands
In thin air
Search with hope for one piece of life
Everyday

Time

I never thought that
There would come a time
When my own thoughts
Will set in me deep layers of fear

Sorrow

O’ dear Sorrow
You are so alone
You search someone always –
Everyone wants to leave you
Run away from you,
Yet you are so shameless –
Don’t you have any self-esteem?
Please stop
Just feel the joy of loneliness
Wordless complete joy of loneliness,
But how will you feel this joy,
You are sorrow, and you always search for someone in vain
O’ Sorrow!

GOD

Nowadays you look like a common man
What’s the matter - Dear GOD -
You look so helpless?


Recognition

Why do I always recognize
Real faces
Behind
Multiple layers of masks on your faces


Snakes

We try umpteen ways
To save our self from snakes
But these days’ men can bite you
With more venom

Victory

Knowing that you have won,
You still accept defeat
Then only you achieved victory really

Thinking

Think
Why we don’t think
And think why we think
Think what we think
And why we don’t think
About what we think
Think

Leaf and Greenery

The old yellow leaf
Flying in air
Stuck to the green branch
Searching once again its greenery

I call them Poems -

Old poems - just posting - sort of memories of the past - but they may be the windows to future - I dunno!!!!

Words
Running behind words
I got just
Nothing

I have to walk in burning Sun

Rows of roses engulfed
In the morning dew have invited,
The bathing green leaves
In the evening turmeric are calling,
Moonlight fluttering at the Night’s door
Winked at me as well,
Despite the arrival of sudden wetness
In the half slept eyes,
I have to walk in burning Sun only -


My Tears

When the blood oozing from my cut finger
My tongue found full of salt
Then I realized why my tears
Do not reach my eyes nowadays

Loneliness

Why all of us are alone?
When all of us are together –
Or is it that you all are just the shadow of togetherness
Each one of you -

Laughter and Tears

Momentary joy – My laughter
Surprisingly -
Permanent persistent fulfilling happiness-
My Tears