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Monday, 18 May 2026

Consolations - Poem

Plight Of Womanhood .... Continued Refusal To Learn From Past, To Change For Good ....How Long, How Far .... ??!!



CONSOLATIONS

“Well, well, dear !!

This world didn’t spare

The divine Sita,

Purity embodied

And the dazzling Draupadi,

Blazing Womanhood,

Who are you and I ? ….”

Thus go consolations,

Sometimes soothing,

While at times piercing

The perpetually bleeding

Sores of Time,

Wailing wordlessly

At stagnated sensitivity

And vicious wiliness,

Regressing Manliness.


- Vanita Thakkar (17-03-2015)


We often hear such gratifications / consolations when there are talks about injustice to women ....

Sometimes, they are also used to caution / discourage a successful lady, steadily progressing on her chosen path, urging her to be "satisfied" with her share of achievements .... The reasons behind such discouragements can be very many that may even be too difficult to decipher immediately, but there is a clear, definite oversight to the sense of duty, commitment or necessity that prompts the lady to work towards perfection / excellence and resulting success ....

Plight Of Womanhood ....

Continued Refusal To Learn From Past,

To Change For Good ....

How Long, How Far .... ??!!


The Plight Of Sita .... ".... Prove Yourself ...."


Draupadi's Ordeal .... The Worst Insult Of Womanhood Right In Front Of Elders And Distinguished, Respected Courtiers ....

 

© 2020 Vanita Thakkar

The Waiting Princess : Poem - on being one’s own friend ....

 Being One's Own Friend .... My Poem That I Feel Is Closest To My Heart ....


The Element Of Friendship Is The Essence In Every Relationship That Breathes Life And Health And Happiness Into It ....

- Vanita Thakkar (05-08-2018)

THE WAITING PRINCESS

The messenger of dawn galloped by

On his winged horse across the sky,

Whispering to the sleeping lives –

“The Sun is about to arrive.”


Dew was sprinkled by the trees,

I was stirred up by wet breeze.

Slowly, I spread my wings

And came out of my new dwelling.


The Eastern dark curtain was lifted

And, in, the golden sun rays drifted,

Asking the lotus buds to arise,

Who, with trembling freshness, opened their eyes.


With the passage of night’s shadow,

From my throat, music began to flow

In praise of the glorious way

With which Nature welcomes a new day.


Suddenly, a sweet voice came along !

Oh !! I forgot my song !

In its direction, I flew;

As I went closer, sweeter it grew.


“Who’s singing ?”, I asked curiously

To the huge, old banyan tree.

He said, “You are a new-comer, I guess,

For, you don’t know the Little Princess.”


Through the leafy curtain I glanced

At the graceful way the Beauty danced.

“Ah ! Here comes a beautiful morning !

Come, oh birds ! with me, you sing !


“For, my friend will come today,

With whom I’ll dance and play.

She’ll come from a distance, quite long.

Greet her with a warm refreshing song.


“I’ve waited for her, day after day.

The brightness, today, makes me feel gay.

My heart is filled with happiness, unknown.

I shall no more be alone .......”


Enchanted by her enthralling grace,

The wind decreased her pace.

The trees waved, with the slow cadence

And the flowers spread wonderful incense.


She sang, awaiting her companion,

The dusk came, she knew not when.

Gradually, her voice became faint.

Clouded with despair, she went.


At dawn, lost hope, she found.

Again, I heard her sound.

Everyday, the same thing happened,

But, never came her awaited friend.


Till winter, there, I stayed.

Everyday, for her, I prayed.

Then, her icy hands, cold began to lay

And I had to go away.


Often, I thought of her,

And went to her woods, next summer,

Wishing, now, when I see,

A happier person she will be.


Again, her melodious voice, I heard.

But, the words she sang, totally differed,

“A new day has arrived

And a new light derived.


“The flowers, birds, trees and the sky –

Are all unchanged, but not I.

I welcome the awakening of a new person within

Who makes me perceive the scene,


“In a broader and a wiser manner.

Of loneliness, I no more murmur.

I don’t crave for anyone at my sides

For, I’ve found a friend, within myself who hides.”


- Vanita Thakkar. (17.05.1989)

Being One's Own Friend First Is Essential To Be A True Friend To Someone Else ....

- Vanita Thakkar (17-05-1989)

 

© 1989 Vanita Thakkar

Grey and Brown : Poem

 

The Tale Of Clashing Ambitions And Shared Greed Of Authorities ....




GREY AND BROWN

 

Grey and Brown

Are friends and foes.


Grey is cold and casual,

Brown, hot and humble,

Grey idles, Brown overworks,

Both falter and fumble.


Grey’s expressions wobble,

Brown jabbers and squabbles.

Together they create mess

And then hunt for defense.


Scavenger instinct ignites

And on go scapegoat hunts

In the cruel wilderness

Of black blame games !!


Objectives off, goals gone,

Truth and Right, quarreled on,

When stirred up, blind with fears,

They don't mind joining hands ….


Grey and Brown

Are friends and foes –

When will they

Open their eyes ?


- Vanita Thakkar (06.12.2011)

 

© 2011 Vanita Thakkar

THE QUEST : Some Thoughtlets, Thought Waves ....

Perceptions Steer Relationships - In Professional As Well As Personal Life .... Clarity; Focus On Merits, Principles And Objectives Of Common, Higher Interests Is Essential ....

Perceptions Steer Relationships - In Professional As Well As Personal Life .... Clarity And Focus On Merits, Principles And Objectives Of Common, Higher Interests Is Essential ....

- Vanita Thakkar (29-07-2020)

The Quest ....

Whatever I see of you in you

Is but an image of myself,

Because even though my eyes look outwards,

I am continuously searching myself all round.


Short-comings of the other person

As seen by me –

They may be my beliefs

Or may be a proof of my short-sightedness.


How to know that

Someone is proud, jealous .... ?

It may be our doubt.


What is the need of judging others ?

Why bother about others’ short-comings ?


From all that I have seen of myself and others,

Judgments have more to do with the person who judges

Than with the person who is being judged.


Sometimes, the shortcomings or drawbacks

Which we think others have

Are the reflections of

Our own drawbacks in them.


So, whenever, one feels that

The other person lacks so and so,

Instead of worrying about that person,

One should check one’s own self first.


- Vanita Thakkar (04-06-1991 - from my old diary)

Superimposition of one's own fault on someone else to justify one's possessiveness to one's preferences, is an example of one of the "Klesha"s (afflictions) described in the Patanjal Yoga Sutra (classical text on Yoga by Sage Patanjali), which creates havoc in administrative systems as well as relationships ....

In administrative systems, focus on Merits and Principles is essential and in relationships, Love is the essence.

- Vanita Thakkar (21-08-2017)

Life begins as a quest of the child for the man, and ends as a journey by the man to rediscover the child.

- Sam Ewing.

The real reason for a quest is always self-knowledge.

- Thomas C. Foster

Thursday, 14 May 2026

Madness - A Poem

Ponderings on the Immortal Insanity of Love and Truth .... 

The eternal madness of Love and Truth is better than the escapist madness of hypocrisy .... 

Commitment and Determination as Madness - Fairness of Purpose .... 

The Example of Great Martyrs of Indian Freedom Struggle ....




The eternal madness of Love and Truth is better than the escapist madness of hypocrisy ....

Vanita Thakkar

Madness


The immortal insanity of

Love and Truth

Gets projected as Immaturity or Madness

By practical escapists,

Who fail to cast and mould It

To their desires or

To their misconception of

Benefit or Advantage or Goodness.

God bless their good health

And their sanity !

They are on a shoreless voyage,

Drifting away from themselves

Into madness called hypocrisy –

Ugly when open,

Misleading when concealed,

Dangerous always,

More so, when intoxicated by

Acquired authorities,

Typically known as Power.


- Vanita Thakkar (06-07th April, 2009)


Reflections ....

    • Madness literally would mean an unstable mental condition. However, due to the discrepancies that tend to creep into civilized social life on a mass scale, in the name of traditions or behaviours that go out of tune with the dynamics of changes / progress with time, circumstances and necessities of prevailing ecosystems, certain abnormalities assume the label of normality and vice versa.
    • A book of parables and poems by the great Khalil Gibran is titled - The Madman. It begins with this interesting parable, in which he describes how he became a madman .... He says he woke up one day, long before many gods were born, from a deep sleep and found that all his masks were stolen. The seven masks that he said he had fashioned and worn in seven lives were stolen. He says, he ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves !!" Men and women laughed at him and some ran into their houses out of fear of him. And when he reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." He says, as he looked up to behold the youth, the sun kissed his own naked face for the first time and that his soul was inflamed with love for the sun and he no longer wanted any masks. He cried, as if in a trance, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves that stole my masks." And thus he became a madman. Then he writes, "And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief."

Commitment as Madness ....

Firm commitment is also looked upon as madness. But the fairness of purpose is important here.

Here, I am reminded of the great martyrs who laid down the lives for noble causes, such as the freedom struggle of India. Two days are celebrated as Shaheed Divas (Martyr's Day) in India to gratefully remember supreme scarifies of martyrs of Indian Freedom Struggle. 30th January is the martyrdom day of Mahatma Gandhi. The Mahatma was assassinated on 30th January, 1948 when he was returning from his evening prayers. 23rd March is the Martyrdom Day of three young Freedom Fighters of India - Shaheed Bhagat SinghShaheed Rajguru and Shaheed Sukhdev, who were hanged to death on 23rd March, 1931 for killing the English policeman who was behind the death of the great Indian Freedom Fighter Lala Lajpat Rai ....

One who truly loves his / her mother never even thinks of insulting anybody else's mother. So it is with one's love for one's motherland and one's religion. We need to recognize the ugly face of nasty power games - non-violence is not synonymous to cowardicenor is a thoughtless, greed-inspired act of brutality or crookedness anywhere close to being bravery or manliness.

There can be no justifications for wrong means adopted for fulfilling "right" goals. A thief has the good intentions of making himself and his family prosperous. That does not justify his wrong actions. Colonialism was inspired by "good intentions" of serving one's country at the cost of destroying the identity and fundamental human rights of another country / countries .... Means and ends cannot be separated. Wrong means adopted for "right intentions" is a lame, and on a large scale, a dangerous and cruel excuse.

There is hardly anything "fair" in and about wars and anything "unfair" cannot be love. We need to recognize and understand the absurdity and reckless incivility in the thought - "Everything is fair in love and war."

Shaheed Bhagat Singh - the martyr who laid down his life for the freedom of India ....
Shaheed Bhagat Singh - the martyr who laid down his life for the freedom of India ....

© 2021 Vanita Thakkar

Dusk - Poem

  Dusk - at Dharmashala, Himachal Pradesh, India .... by Vanita Thakkar (May, 2017) Dusk The western horizon is turning crimson, The shadows...

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