Important one.....

http://www.ted.com/talks/noel_bairey_merz_the_single_biggest_health_threat_women_face.html 

best one ever.........

http://www.ted.com/talks/richard_dawkins_on_militant_atheism.html 

Interesting one....

http://www.ted.com/talks/tyrone_hayes_penelope_jagessar_chaffer_the_toxic_baby.html 

Steve Jobs

http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/steve_jobs_how_to_live_before_you_die.html 

:)

http://www.ted.com/talks/the_cockroach_beatbox.html 

http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_listening_to_shame.html 

my tree....my fav poem....

this tree in the spring 
compliments the sleeping sun....
the rays cease the sparkle....
the dusk engulfing the entire hope 
of a continuous pleasure....
the tree stands bare, lonely, 
deprived of peace and merry.....
I feel for that tree, 
it stands on the only barren land 
across a fertile scape.....
its roots are strong and steady, 
it crys of thirst, helpless, 
sheds off its leaves as dreams 
shed by a newly wed woman.....
the same woman who fell prey 
to her man's lust and desire....
this cruel man, left her bare and barren...
the tree still stands like this woman, 
seeping in, deep within 
her instinct to perfect nature through her actions......
The tree, my tree waited all autumn 
n winter 
with the hope to recover from the pain of her lost leaves....
the spring felt promising....
the tree, hopeful....
was betrayed...
the tree stood, submitting to nature....
in its pursuit of a fresh beginning, 
it met denial....hatred and uncertainty......
Will this tree be able to live up another cruel winter...
with a false hope of a spring again......?? 

I stand with my tree, 
tears rolling down the edge of my eyes....
I want to take my tree in my intimate embrace, 
whispering my promise of a lifetime union........ 

The Pink Bucket

The Pink Bucket:

Way beyond the pink bucket,I see a dark hill..

I recall seeing this hill before, a few years back,

maybe;

it was green, glittered when the rays fell over its scape.....

Now, today, this moment when I see it, 

it reminds me death- its dark,

has witnessed a lot of turmoil in the Valley,

the hill is the heart of the city, the Srinagar City,

its silent,stands to testify pain, bloodshed and sacrifice,

of hundreds of Kashmiris.

I thought to go closer to this hill,

surrounded by vast graveyards,

which contrast the normal silence of the graves.

Did these dead been buried here die naturally, 

maybe no, 

they lay there as a strong witness to their struggle,

it led them to a life of misery, a death-unknown and a grave- constricted by darkness and confusion.

I wonder how people react to this,

they sell colourful pink buckets,to colour their lives,

they act naive to every other death this hill sees,

they live a life of stillness, fallen prey to their monotony,

they have ceased to think, act or react,

they are the perfect examples to study the Reverse Darwinian Natural selection,

here, ones who want a change, perish, the others adapt, flow with the dark river

,lost and deprived of any direction and a true identity.

I aint against the pink buckets,

I just feel for the ones who shed their blood......for this land........

been long...........

love to be back to you my dear blogg.....