Tuesday, July 8, 2008


It's been a year and a half since DPIAD started. There was this anniversary get together and many more during the last six months.

Although i participate lesser in the events because of geographical and time constraints, I do watch the episodes unfolding. Why am'i ever interested in writing about this at all? Well for one it brought some thing exciting to my dull life in abu dhabi and other is that i'm keen about it from a social point of view. How groups are formed? What is their dynamics? How sustainable are they? Although i'm not doing a scientific study, I would like to bring out my observations in a discernable fashion. It has been interesting. New faces have come in and old faces have moved out. But majority of them stayed back. Well for one the group in its thought and outlook would never have been able to attract glamour, but it seems to be sustainable. One of the questions that often raise in my mind is that does this social circles need to be sustainable at all. There are similar groups which are sustainable like the India Cultural Assosciation, but are they this close in terms of interaction, camaraderie, bonding et all.....

Monday, January 7, 2008


i saw a thousand heaven, a thousand in her eyes
they came searching, searching with a sweet smile
beautiful; beautiful as morning in spring.
crinkled with pleasure, inquisitive, warm;
an assurance they had
alleys of fear; in the labrynth of life
i ran, ran alone
through that wilderness
faces so strange; with apathy too,
they made themselves more so strange.

the eyes searched, kept calling, searched with an assurance.
i masked, masked with unawareness.
i evaded.
easy though, those were compelling.
compelled, i ran .
separated by distance.
distance of fear,
fear of losing.


winds blowed past,
seemingly unaware of my presence.
they danced, danced to the joy of change
changing time, changing season; they gave me good company
My thoughts danced with joy to the tune of blowing winds
they blowed with an assurance, assurance of change
it seems to be perservant, change, change and only change
monotony has blunt; blunt my imagery
my whole self
a portfolio of contradictions, waywardness,dilemma, surreal
they prop up, diluting yourselves
beacons flashed at a distance, may i seek
maybe or is it a delusion


may i seek, seek what ?
a vagabound, stayed nowhere
stayed to nothing
restless, wandered aimlessly
explored new worlds
realized new worlds
bonding and unbonding
made me an apathy
an eternal healer that time is
wounds never stayed for long
came with the sunrise
a fresh whiff of hope
fresh as new bloomed flower
fresh as a dew drop
i seek, i seek hope