Recylcing our lives....

by Joyson Johny

Recylcing our lives....

A poem written by my 13yr old brother few years back.
When a 13yr old can understand such a serious issue dealing with our lives on earth, how can we grown ups act in such an immaturish way??

Mother Nature

What a lovely day,
Through a lonely way.

When through the once woods I wander,
Seeing the wounded nature I wonder;
What nature hath created in years,
Man has destroyed in hours.

When through the sea I glance,
All I see is refuse and waste;
I hear the fishes plead in plight,
'Man, stop your greedy sight'.

When I see the sky once so blue,
All I find is darkness rule,
Still hoping for a cheerful rain,
What I get is an acid dew.

O Man, stop destroying the nature,
Start forsighting the future,
Give nature its place,
To show your offspring future's face.

Poem by- Jeffin Johny.


We all are familiar with the rule, one who aids a criminal is a partner in his crime. Same way, if we dont play our part in the conservation of nature,
we are equally responsible as are all those greedy businessmen who for their profit are devouring the beauty and serenity of earth.
What we can best do from the positions that we are in our lifes should be done by us. I have often heard people saying earth is our mother... and those same people go outside and literally rape the nature by polluting the locality in the best way possible. All words and no actions are not even worth a dime. We need to refine our thoughts and actions. We need to recycle our lives. As quite, simple citizens of the world a very simple step that we can do is to use recyclable and bio-degradeable substances. It decreases pollution and increases the life on earth.
Are you going to recycle your today to give your children a better tomorrow?
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Slums of Slumps..

by Joyson Johny

Slumdog Millionaire, the recent Academy Award winning movie, that brought Indian Cinema in lime lights and made us all proud has often been blamed, that the former is a derogatory term with respect to India. How far is this true? As proud citizens of India, when we saw Slumdog Crorepati- (the Indian version of the Oscar laureate) stretching ourselves on the soft cushions of multiplexes, and as we scoffed at the scenes depicting the naked truth of Indian slums- did we even strain our brains to think that slums account for more then 5% Indian population and 22% population in every city in India is in the slums? Frankly speaking none of us are bothered (Same like the number of readers who wouldn't leave a comment after reading this post) to waste even 2minutes out of our ever so busy life, as long as we are in our comfort zone.
Life in today's fast moving world has become so hectic that everyone is busy with his own problems & his own world. "All is fine till I'm safe" is the new motto. In such a world where each person is leading the molcha of Mera Kaam Zindabad!!, where neighbours seldom know each other in cities, how do we expect people to be bothered about those whom they have never seen? Either we all are too lazy to think beyond ourselves or else we are scared to come out of our shells.
Slums are the poverty index of a nation. It is the bitter truth of co-existence of scantily dressed population on one end and a group of high class socialites clad in Versace, Armani and Christian Dior on the other end. Slums are a result of the great reef between the various economic classes and faulty urban planning. India's biggest slum is the all famous- Dharavi in Mumbai, popular that many better built cities. Slums are the hub for most illicit works ranging from drugs, smuggling, country made weapons, local thugs, prostitution and country's underworld's birthplace. Many rags to riches biographies can be found in such slums, All stories of crime making up millionaires out of rags. Often referred to as the country's shame, have we really wondered why such detestable things are so common in the city's vestigial parts? We are familiar with the proverb- ' Necessity is the mother of invention.' This is true in negative case also. When poverty and hunger knock at the door, people often forget their morals and resort to such acts. Such is the case with the slum inhabitants who now have become so accustomed to their conditions that for them 'all is a part of life.'
Life in slums- life of crime is like a wet sand. It's very difficult for a person who has once entered to get out of it. If we wish to see India as a Slum-free country, we need to extend our helping hands towards this noble cause. Govt. of India should extend their work in this area. In our busy schedules, we should not turn blind to the miseries of others. We should never forget that "Charity begins at home, but it should not end there." Let us all strive forward to extend our helping hands and touch all the ailing souls who need our help. After all that's what is the Human touch sleeping inside us.
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My encounter with "INNOCENT LOVE". (a heart warming story)

by Joyson Johny
As I was hurrying through the giant list of e-mails in my inbox (luckily yahoo has got a good inbox capacity), I stumbled across a mail. There was nothing special about this mail. It was not wrapped in a Silver foil, it dint have any animations or pictures to make it alluring, just some raw lines from a usual Mailer. But as I began to read through the lines in a rustle, I found something that really touched my heart. I got goosebumps reading this marvelous heart touching story. I would like to share it with you, my friends. This is an encounter with Innocent Love. (Excerpts from an e-mail. I hope it touches all readers. I bet if your lacrimal glands wont percolate.)

"I was walking around in a Big Bazaar store doing a bit of shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy, couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll." Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Auntie, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked towards him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the Doll that my sister loved the most and wanted badly. I wanted to gift her for her BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of his, where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so that my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister...' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, Just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' 'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough..' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.

There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked God last night before I went to sleep, to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses."

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from where I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was on display for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him."

That's what you call pure, innocent love of the child. How in a span of seconds this child's world was devastated. He was shattered even before he could gain senses. There are two important lessons to be learnt from this short yet sweet story. Unconditional love of the child which doesn't change with circumstances. And Second is the irresponsible attitude of the drunk driver. Let not our irresponsible attitude be the reason for drowning someones world in tears...


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New MOTTO- "THINK" with our "HEARTS"

by Joyson Johny


Here I sit on my recliner,
Out on the balcony in the tepid yet soothing breeze of air,
Warm as its been days since it last rained on this part of the earth,
An unavoidable repercussion of urbanisation,
The light of the moon seems to soak into the amalgamation of heavenly and human creations,
It overlaps the entire expanse in front of my eyes with a blanket of monotonous white light,
How serene seems the entire earth,
How pacifistic is the illusion of a placid universe.

But as I sink into the pillow of my recliner,
I behold the doubtful, turbulent sense of peace,
I doubt my own existense,
I wonder whether it is a distorted feeling of euphoria,
Which actually is a delusion of my perception,
Which can break and shatter into a million pieces at any fraction of a second,
Just like a pier glass does.

I fear, in a second my bliss may take an unexpected transformation into despair,
It makes me wonder, if I would be wrong in quoting "we are own own enemies",
We humans give each other- wounds that seldom heal,
Much more worse are the broken hearts that shall never learn to trust again,
Life lost in the metamorphosis form childhood to adulthood,
Innocence lost in survival of the fittest,
Race to success has brought-
Apathy in relations; Materialisations in creations,
And thats the mantra of the tech age.

We live our lives in constant fear,
Fear of ailments, Fear of mayhem,
Fear of Judas kiss, Fear of being senescent,
Fear of incompetency, Fear of cessation...

Yet we try to express them in a euphemistic way,
Hopelessness haunts, Rich stamp the poor,
Unequality is a part of all modern structures,
Greed has become a kinsman.

Where do I stand in this scenario?
What is my role amidst this turmoil?
Is my place in the gallery?
Or am I supposed to remain neutral until the calamity strikes my kindred?

NO, I REFUSE...
I refuse to be a mere spectator of the human-made catastrophies,
I refuse to deny that change has to begin from me,
I refuse to be blindfolded to the miseries of my fellow humans,
I refuse to be a victim of my own fears and insecurities,
I refuse to let my heart be callous.

I wish we humans would start acting more with Heart, rather than brains,
I feel- Heart talks Love, while Brain talks Profit,
Heart is unaware of hypocrisy, But brain is conditioned to all the ways of the world,
Let the heart speak, Let Almighty abide in your hearts,
And let's experience the transformation within as it moves to and fro to transform the lives of others,
And slowly, gradually yet steadily the whole world will be transformed...

The day is not far my dear friends,
When this might be true, When the whole earth becomes like heaven,
If at all consciousness wins over our mind,
If at all we start to "THINK" with our "HEARTS".

Cause,
Heart spreads Love,
And love brings transformation,
Then the heart is not beating, but love is beating;
Then the blood is not circulating, but love is circulating;
Then the eyes are not seeing, love is seeing;
Then the hands are not moving to touch, Love is moving to touch...


And this can happen only if we "THINK" with our "HEARTS".
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The essence of a drop...

by Joyson Johny

A drop accounts for a negligible, lets say microscopic percentage of an ocean. Nature, has always been one of man's supreme teacher. Lessons taught by nature has empowered man to break his own limits of growth and technological advancement. So, what has a drop in an ocean got to do with man's growth and human life? It is paradoxical to say- man paves the path of his growth by digging his own grave. Most of his advancements have been the root of his own miseries. Man- most intelligent creation of God, yet at times so feeble minded and imbecilic... Modern day miseries to a great extent could or can be prevented with our efforts. This really calls for an introspection into our personal lives and an attempt from our part. But what is our response to the present situation. Dont we find backing ourselves, from many of the situations thinking "what difference does it make if I stand for the truth or not?!" I personally find myself doing this many a times. Every person inhibiting the face of the earth is liable to make this earth a better place to live, for us, our children, & the coming generations. Each one of us is like a drop in this Virtual Ocean of approx. 7bn population thriving on the earth. We assume that our responsibility in this hell of a lot is as meager as a particle of sand on a beach. Theoretically thinking its right. but practically it makes a lot of difference. Even the great Olympic event needs a torch bearer to start it off. Same way many a times we humans lack initiative, thinking of the potential discouragements that we could face. But as they say in Hindi- "Boondh boondh milkar sagar bantha hain" -( Numerous droplets unite to form an ocean). Let me put it up in a slightly different way- an ocean can never be formed if u seperate all the droplets apart. Am I right my friends? An initiative from our part sparks up a second person which in turn sparks up a third person and lo, the fire is soon gaining momentum and it spreads with the help of the wind that blows and soon it becomes a wild fire. Confused how the drop in an ocean became wild fire now? Many of you might be. My dear friends, a drop in an Ocean is YOU, while the Fire Or Spark that is spreading is Your EFFORT to change the world into a better place. So what have you decided dear friends. Are you still going to sit out there refusing to be touched or are we going to create a difference??
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