Thursday, November 10, 2011

When Brains become scarce…

Once upon a not so long time ago a farmer had a few good cows. They provided him with milk and ploughed his fields. He got a good harvest year after year, grew richer, bought more cows, bought more land and was the happiest man around. The cows got a good share of the harvest, grew healthier, worked harder and were the envy of the bovine kingdom.

Then one year the monsoons failed and the harvest was bad. The farmer then decided to introduce a few “processes and policies to optimize his service offering and ensure that his profits remained the same”. He reasoned that land was his asset and the cows his liability so he decided on the obvious course of action. He organized cow races and the slowest ones were taken to the slaughter house while the ones that remained were now burdened with extra work. The cows had no option, they worked harder for fear of the slaughtering house and the farmer was happy.

A few years later, the market price of his crops dropped. He still wanted the same profits. Land was still his asset and the cows his liability. The solution was again obvious. Over the years the cows had become used to running the annual race so most of them were running equally well. So he classified the cows on

a) Milk producing ability

b) Amount of hay consumed

c) Amount of cow dung produced and

d) Amount of time spent on the field

This time however, he couldn’t slaughter them so he decided that since he needed the best cows he gave them a bigger share of the harvest compared to the other cows. The relatively poor performing cows had to do the same work with less food and hence they became worse and slowly wandered off to other fields. The farmer was happy. He had the best cows and he had the same profit.

The following year a fairly large percentage of his crops were destroyed by pests. Land =asset, cows =liability. Logic still holds. So he reasoned that if the poorer performing cows had been able to work with a lesser quantity of food a year ago then the best cows could do the same. So the best cows were given a lesser share of the harvest and still expected to perform equally well. These cows also slowly wandered off to greener pastures. The farmer decided that he didn’t really need so many cows so he went to the market and got a few pigs, donkeys and camels.

The donkeys could work a lot but couldn’t really give good milk. The pigs could be sold for meat but were useless in all other areas. The camels could take a lot of heat but they just stood tall over the others and just stared. However, the farmer judged all these animals on the same parameters.

The cows couldn’t work as hard as the donkeys, couldn’t be sold regularly for meat and neither were they as tall as the camels and they figured out that no matter how hard they tried they would never be able to do those things so they too moved away. The farmer was now left with just the pigs, donkeys and camels and he made the donkeys plough the field, the camel give milk and the pigs provided the manure but none of them could plough the field as well as the cows which was his most basic need. So he went to the market and bought a few new cows. These new cows learned by looking at the donkeys, the pigs and the camel who themselves were not doing what they did best. So the farmer ended up with a lot of cows, pigs, donkeys and camels but no animal was doing what it was meant to.

If only the farmer had looked at the cows as his assets and if only the solution had not been so “obvious” and if only he had not tried to keep his profits the same during the hard years he may have still had a lot of the older good cows…..

Moooooo……………………

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Failure

Failure is considered a disgrace,
Because of it many troubles we have to face;
But what slips our mind
Is what failures lead behind.

They may bring setback for a time
But failure is not a crime,
Failures do not discourage any one:
But they are not a source of fun.

Failure in fact is a warning,
To what worse may be coming,
To change for the better, they help us
The story of failure ends thus.....

NOTE: Written by me in 1996

Moonlight

Dancing down the starry ways,
It glows like gold but it strays.
Different from sunlight but not unlike;
Our heart with awe it does strike.

Like molten silver it descends,
To the night and astounding beauty it lends;
The plants and trees it dances around
And all the watchers stand astound.

Born out of a poet's dream,
Filled with beauty to the brim:
Like God's own hand it does seem;
It is the dancing, moon beam.


NOTE: I wrote it in 1996.. seems eerily inspired from a poem I had read at than time.. hmmm

India's Destiny

India was known as a country of goodness
But now it is a place for frenzied madness
This is because the politics of politicians
Is like music played by inexperienced musicians.

Most of them are criminals and convicted men
No one knows what harm they will cause and when
Representatives of the people they are
But their conscience God knows is where.

They have looted our glorious nation
And brought it to a dangerous situation
But some of them do care
They remind us that our India is not bare.

Change for the better I hope they will
And make our nation go on the top of the hill
Sadly, this will take many more years
And there shed will be many more tears.

NOTE: Written in 1996

Friday, April 1, 2011

Favourite Forest

In a forest grow many a tree;
The animals roam about feeling free.
The sun there, barely shines
Its rays are stopped by thick vines.
In there, are many tribes unknown,
Out of which some prefer to stay alone;

Unmindful of the modern techniques,
They reside in hidden, lonely peaks.
The trees there, stand upright,
To bear hardships with all their might
The birds in search of food, fly high;
In the vast blue expanse of sky.

Animals there are of many kinds,
A mouse tries to keep all its finds;
And this is what a forest is
With all the animals, birds and tress,
Those who do not know this,
Something they really miss!!

NOTE: This poem appeared in the newspaper "The Statesman" dated "Thursday August 3, 1995"

Universe

With planets and stars far apart,
Of which our Earth is only a tiny part.
With meteors and comets whizzing by:
In the vast limitless sky.

Little do we know about it,
Whatever we know is only a bit;
As the final frontier it is known,
A way for adventure it has shown.

But what it holds is far more than an adventure;
To which perhaps no one can venture.
How I wish I knew all about it,
Instead of knowing just a bit.

NOTE: Written in 1995

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Flower

Roses and daffodils are all flowers;
Blooming besides gloomy houses and majestic towers.
It is one of nature's greatest creation,
It looks as if it has been created with devotion.

Filled with beauty one cannot imagine:
It is the most beautiful thing that can be seen.
It is found in colors of every hue;
Its beauty can be compared only with a few.

It gives a fragrance; so divinely sweet;
That the bad thoughts have to retreat.
It reminds us of natures power
It is the enchanting flower.


NOTE: Written in 1995

Rain

It falls like little grains of sand,
On the vast water thirsty lands.
To the trees and plans,
Their life it grants.

Every being awaits its arrival,
Because for them, it means survival.
For a farmer,his crops are is life
Which he grows amidst difficulties and strife

His life depends on his crops,
And the life of the crops are the little rain drops
Sometimes with it come disasters like flood
Killing people in cold blood.

It leaves a place fresh and clean;
Making the trees lush green.
Without it, everyone would die,
And there would be nothing but hue and cry.


NOTE: Written in 1995

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Love Blossoms on a New Year

As the serene winds of time
Pound on the doors of everlasting change
The future emerges from its veils
And the past seems to get strange.

What was once a seed, long forgotten
Stands now as a Rose, in all its glory
And for all those who care to listen
It whispers out its lovely story.

As the seasons came and seasons went by
Beneath the murky Earth it lay
Coaxed by the Sun and wind it moved
It moved every night and day.

Till one day, at the break of dawn
As the sun shed its Golden light
Free from all its binds, it rose
It rose to stand up upright.

Nature came to a standstill
As it looked on in scorn
The marvel of natures' beauty
Yes, a rose had been born.

The world looked on and admired
It laughed and it seemed to say
"My beauty is beyond compare
There's none to beat it; try what you may"

But like moments of all dreams
These moments too were few.
The rose met its match at last
The day it was met by you.

Well I met the rose and it told me
To tell the story; so that's what I do
In the meantime a very happy new year
From the rose and me to you.

NOTE: Written sometime in 2001/2002

Life and Friendship

Ever since this world was created
Love and hate have been at war
Hate has won many battles
But love has never been far.

The greatest gift of God
Is the gift of life
Joy, peace and friendship are
The very essence of being alive.

I hope you enjoy the days yet to come
With limitless joys and troubles few
A good friend you have been
So a very happy new year to you

NOTE: Written in 2000 for a friend

A Vision of my Dreams

One dark and lonely night, a beautiful dream I had
A very beautiful dream but the ending was sad.
I saw myself on a lonely beach with a dear friend I know
The water was emerald blue and the sky was aglow.

I watched with joy as she talked, laughed and sang
Every step she took, in my heart a bell rang.
My heart sand praises to God and I looked on in awe
I prayed with all my might so that this moment would never go.

But fate has its own plans, it makes its own way
I held her hands and looked in her eyes, yet she drifted away.
I woke up cold with tears in my eyes
But I consoled myself saying dreams are lies.

I do not know whether my dream
Will turn out to be false or true
But more than what I wish
The ending depends on you!

NOTE: Written in 2001 on request by a friend for his prospective girlfriend. :-D

Friday, March 25, 2011

Friendship

What I want you to do is call your heart
And sincerely ask if we are that far apart
We have all known each other so well for so long
That the times we spent seems like a song

Now I fear that life will lose its flow
But what can I do? I have to go
My destiny calls and a new life awaits me
But in every friend I find, your faces I will see

And I solemnly pledge by the times we spent together
That come what may I will remember you forever
Cause each one of you in your own special way
Has brightened my every evening and day.

You may forget me and I don't care
But if ever you need me, I will be there
I know that I have done many crazy things before
But I hope you will forgive me and hold a grudge no more

Times will change but I will stay the same
Cause I am your friend and SAMRAT is my name.




NOTE: Written on August 5th 2000

Realization

Life is replete with misery
Death bathes in peace
Isin't love of life therefore
Like loving a dreaded disease.
Compared to sorrow, the joys of life
Are minuscule by far.
Yet we savor the insignificant delights
Etched in memory, standstill as the Northern Star

All this is an illusion
Everything that we see
It may please our senses
But the truth it can never be
Life after death!
Could Death deal me such a blow
It ends life - it must!!!
True peace, how else shall I know?

NOTE: Written when I was probably pretty depressed.. no idea when

Teachers

Throughout our lives one hand guides us
Irrespective of the boundaries which divide us
It carries a light brightening our way.
We may falter but it doesn't sway.
It helps us achieve success and fame
Be it in studies or in a game.
It helps us maintain our life
Amidst all difficulties and strife

If we follow it, we are sure to gain
Freedom from vices, greed and vain.
This hand is but, the teachings of one
Pure as rain and bright as the sun.
That person is no less than a preacher
But better known to us a a Teacher.


NOTE: Written in 1997 on the occasion of Teacher's day.

I want to be

I want to be a bird
But I am fearful of heights.
I want to be a tiger
But it gives me the frights.
I want to be a bee
But am afraid of the sting.
I want to be an ant
But am scared of the troubles it'll bring.

I want to be a doctor
But am afraid of the dead.
I want to be a porter
But it'll be a load on my head.
I want to be an engineer
But it is a lot of strain.
I want to be a scientist
But it needs a lot of brain.

I want to be the Sun
But it's too hot for me.
I want to be the wind
But it's too fast for me.
I want to be the ocean
But it's too deep for me.
I want to be the stars
But they are too far from me.

I want to be a man
Which I can
I want to be kind
And not left behind
I want to be gracious
But not over ambitious
I want to be free
But not go in a spree
I want to be nice
But not gripped by vice
I want to laugh
I want to sing
I want to do my own thing.


NOTE: Written in 1996.. some things dont change.

Life to Me

Life to me is a gushing stream
Neither bliss nor a dream.
It flows on without rest
Our patience and perseverance it does test.
I cannot define what life is
But, I only this
That I must toil day and night
And try with all my might..
People die but no one cares
Even at a dead body no one stares
Even I will die: that I know
But before I die and go.
I will leave my mark on the mind of man
And then to forget me who can.

NOTE: Written by me sometime around when I was 15 years old