On the snow bed
I can hear
Carol singers
Far and near
young children
With caps on their head
Singing songs
On the snowy bed
The Christmas tree
With its star so bright
Guiding all
On this wintry night
children are merry
Full of joy and glee
Singing songs
Under the Christmas tree
Forgive your foes
Make new friends
its the day to give
The day to lend
Hung at the door
Are those cute miseltoes
All shall be peace
When you, forgive your foes
Its the time for celebration
The time to rejoice
Close your eyes
Hear the angel's voice
Well wishes to all
with a cup of good cheer
Merry Christmas to all
And to all, A very happy new year!!!
Tuesday 28 December 2010
Tuesday 21 December 2010
Mind-boggling maths
Maths is a story
Without any theory
Now matter how much I try
It just makes me cry
The earth keeps rotating
It spins round and round
Loads of mathematicians came
But the value of 'x' is still not found
Put an equal sign
To make a polynomial an equation
There are full stops between numbers
It is complete frustration
The circle has too many curves
They go on and on
While studying trigonometry
I feel like a moron
As I am ending this poem
I'll end with a humorous line
Why is 6 afraid of 7?
'Cause 7 8 9... (7 ate 9) !
Without any theory
Now matter how much I try
It just makes me cry
The earth keeps rotating
It spins round and round
Loads of mathematicians came
But the value of 'x' is still not found
Put an equal sign
To make a polynomial an equation
There are full stops between numbers
It is complete frustration
The circle has too many curves
They go on and on
While studying trigonometry
I feel like a moron
As I am ending this poem
I'll end with a humorous line
Why is 6 afraid of 7?
'Cause 7 8 9... (7 ate 9) !
Nations of the world should increase protection on social and economic rights of migrants
(I won the best speaker for the motion for this debate.)
On the night of Thursday, 7th January 2010, two migrant workers were shot with air guns in the town of Rosarno in Southern Italy. This turned out to become a two day violent clash.
Good afternoon to one and all. The motion today is “Nations of the world should increase protection on economic and social rights of migrants” and I, Chaitali Wadhwa of pink house, stand for the motion. In a number of separate incidents in Italy, two immigrants were reportedly beaten with iron bars, five deliberately run over and a further two injured by shot gun pellets. Another case-Canada and Guatemala have agreed to the international Trade Union Confederation under which the authorities of the host nation keep the passports of migrants, who are not allowed to contact or even approach trade unions nor may look for work.
The state of migrants is appalling all of over the world. They face harsh living conditions, discrimination and low wages. They lack safety nets and suffer disproportionately in times of economic hardship.
The UN convention on the Protection on the Rights of All Migrant Workers and Members of Their Families was signed in 1990 and came into force in 2003. The convention represents a comprehensive international treaty regarding the protection of migrant workers rights. Many nations have signed it but most are countries of origin of migrants.
It has been understood, that nations should increase the protection on the rights of migrants. The question is how. UN Secretary General Mr. Ban-ki Moon says that basic social and economic rights should be provided by each and every country.
The International Federation for Human Rights (FIDH) has given solutions to the problem faced by migrants, asylum seekers and refugees. According to FIDH, it is necessary to ensure that laws of migration allow for work permits to be issued to migrants themselves instead of to employers. Effective investigation, prosecution and punishment of employers responsible for violations of the rights of migrants must be ensured. In accordance with the FIDH proposal, I strongly believe that increased protection should be granted to migrant unless by all countries.
I would like to end by quoting Ban KI moon “Migration is not just a journey of people; it is a journey of policy”. Because in the end, policies and laws are really about people and values.”
On the night of Thursday, 7th January 2010, two migrant workers were shot with air guns in the town of Rosarno in Southern Italy. This turned out to become a two day violent clash.
Good afternoon to one and all. The motion today is “Nations of the world should increase protection on economic and social rights of migrants” and I, Chaitali Wadhwa of pink house, stand for the motion. In a number of separate incidents in Italy, two immigrants were reportedly beaten with iron bars, five deliberately run over and a further two injured by shot gun pellets. Another case-Canada and Guatemala have agreed to the international Trade Union Confederation under which the authorities of the host nation keep the passports of migrants, who are not allowed to contact or even approach trade unions nor may look for work.
The state of migrants is appalling all of over the world. They face harsh living conditions, discrimination and low wages. They lack safety nets and suffer disproportionately in times of economic hardship.
The UN convention on the Protection on the Rights of All Migrant Workers and Members of Their Families was signed in 1990 and came into force in 2003. The convention represents a comprehensive international treaty regarding the protection of migrant workers rights. Many nations have signed it but most are countries of origin of migrants.
It has been understood, that nations should increase the protection on the rights of migrants. The question is how. UN Secretary General Mr. Ban-ki Moon says that basic social and economic rights should be provided by each and every country.
The International Federation for Human Rights (FIDH) has given solutions to the problem faced by migrants, asylum seekers and refugees. According to FIDH, it is necessary to ensure that laws of migration allow for work permits to be issued to migrants themselves instead of to employers. Effective investigation, prosecution and punishment of employers responsible for violations of the rights of migrants must be ensured. In accordance with the FIDH proposal, I strongly believe that increased protection should be granted to migrant unless by all countries.
I would like to end by quoting Ban KI moon “Migration is not just a journey of people; it is a journey of policy”. Because in the end, policies and laws are really about people and values.”
Sunday 26 September 2010
शान्ति की विजय अशांति पर
उस मासूम बच्ची की आँखों में
आंसूं थे
आंसूं, अपने माँ बाप को खो देने के
आंसूं अपने भाई बहेन के बिना
अकेले शवों के बीच बेठने के।
२६/११ ने उससे उसकी ज़िन्दगी चीन ली
आतंकवाद ने उससे उसकी हस्सी चीन ली
कौन सिखाएगा उसको ज़िन्दगी का मतलब?
क्या आशा है, उसके आंसुओं को
खिलखिलाहट में बदलने की?
क्या शान्ति बरकरार रहेगी?
कौन लाएगा शान्ति? जवाब है?
मेरे पास है।
हम लायेंगे शान्ति।
दिखादेंगे आतंकवादियों को
की शान्ति की ही विजय होगी।
प्रचार करेंगे, अहिंसा के मार्ग पर चलेंगे
पर शान्ति की राह को
कभी नहीं टूटने देंगे।
बढाओ शान्ति और दिखायो आशा
मिटाओ आतंकवाद और निराशा
बन्ना है हमे एक संसार
चाहे कोई भी देश या कोई भी भाषा
आंसूं थे
आंसूं, अपने माँ बाप को खो देने के
आंसूं अपने भाई बहेन के बिना
अकेले शवों के बीच बेठने के।
२६/११ ने उससे उसकी ज़िन्दगी चीन ली
आतंकवाद ने उससे उसकी हस्सी चीन ली
कौन सिखाएगा उसको ज़िन्दगी का मतलब?
क्या आशा है, उसके आंसुओं को
खिलखिलाहट में बदलने की?
क्या शान्ति बरकरार रहेगी?
कौन लाएगा शान्ति? जवाब है?
मेरे पास है।
हम लायेंगे शान्ति।
दिखादेंगे आतंकवादियों को
की शान्ति की ही विजय होगी।
प्रचार करेंगे, अहिंसा के मार्ग पर चलेंगे
पर शान्ति की राह को
कभी नहीं टूटने देंगे।
बढाओ शान्ति और दिखायो आशा
मिटाओ आतंकवाद और निराशा
बन्ना है हमे एक संसार
चाहे कोई भी देश या कोई भी भाषा
Bargain is here to stay
We entered the school gates
Hand in hand
And walked together barefeet
Leaving footprints in the sand.
We passed each other notes
In the boring bio class
And ran away from the cricket field
When we broke Badhur uncle's glass
When I was down with fever
Hot soup you used to get
And I gave you my umbrella
During heavy rains, while I got wet
When exams were around the corner
And our minds were full of doubts
We used to sit together and study
And help each other out
When I needed a pat on the back
You were always there for me
We were meant for each other
Like waves are meant for the sea
Our life was so happy
We never used to cry
We had fun in the sun
Under the clear, blue sky
You used to give me your joy
And take all my pain
In our wonderful friendship
There was no word as bargain
Those days of sharing have gone
Bargaining is what we do
When we give each other gifts
We want a return gift too
If you give me a box of chocolates
You want me to give you three
Our friendship isn't about "us"
We only think of the word "me"
Where are those happy times
Let them come back God, I pray
Otherwise compromise will fill our lives
Cause bargain is here to stay.
Hand in hand
And walked together barefeet
Leaving footprints in the sand.
We passed each other notes
In the boring bio class
And ran away from the cricket field
When we broke Badhur uncle's glass
When I was down with fever
Hot soup you used to get
And I gave you my umbrella
During heavy rains, while I got wet
When exams were around the corner
And our minds were full of doubts
We used to sit together and study
And help each other out
When I needed a pat on the back
You were always there for me
We were meant for each other
Like waves are meant for the sea
Our life was so happy
We never used to cry
We had fun in the sun
Under the clear, blue sky
You used to give me your joy
And take all my pain
In our wonderful friendship
There was no word as bargain
Those days of sharing have gone
Bargaining is what we do
When we give each other gifts
We want a return gift too
If you give me a box of chocolates
You want me to give you three
Our friendship isn't about "us"
We only think of the word "me"
Where are those happy times
Let them come back God, I pray
Otherwise compromise will fill our lives
Cause bargain is here to stay.
I SEE A LAND
I see a land
With clear blue skies,
I see a land
Without any cries.
I see a land
With a golden sun,
I see a land
Without any gun.
I see a land
Of joy and glee,
I see a land
For you and me.
I see a land
Where foes are friends,
I see a land
Where friendship never ends.
I see a land
Without any fights,
I see a land
Of moonlit nights.
I see a land
Where love is food,
I see a land
Of brotherhood.
I see a land
Without any crimes,
I see a land
Of endless time.
I see a land
Where there are no jails,
I see a land
Where peace prevails.
I see a land
Of warless days,
I see a land
Without dull greys.
I see a land
Where all are free,
I see a land
Of harmony.
With clear blue skies,
I see a land
Without any cries.
I see a land
With a golden sun,
I see a land
Without any gun.
I see a land
Of joy and glee,
I see a land
For you and me.
I see a land
Where foes are friends,
I see a land
Where friendship never ends.
I see a land
Without any fights,
I see a land
Of moonlit nights.
I see a land
Where love is food,
I see a land
Of brotherhood.
I see a land
Without any crimes,
I see a land
Of endless time.
I see a land
Where there are no jails,
I see a land
Where peace prevails.
I see a land
Of warless days,
I see a land
Without dull greys.
I see a land
Where all are free,
I see a land
Of harmony.
THE DANGER BEGINS HERE...
I look at those innocent faces,
Those faces that find no reason to continue their lives,
Those faces that seem confused about themselves.
What had they done wrong?
Why had they been pushed out of their homes?
Tumors, tuberculosis, cancers,
It all seems “a part of their life”.
No one cares for their skin problems,
No one is worried about their diseases.
The UCIL is selfish,
Selfish for uranium,
That lies below the grounds cultivated by the forest dwellers,
Selfish, since they have no heart,
No desire to protect our mother earth.
Extra toes, less fingers, ill proportioned body,
A way of life…
The smiling Buddha,
Little Boy,
Fat Man,
The call for disaster…
When I look at those faces,
Those perplexed faces,
Those blameless faces,
Tears come in my eyes…
Those faces that find no reason to continue their lives,
Those faces that seem confused about themselves.
What had they done wrong?
Why had they been pushed out of their homes?
Tumors, tuberculosis, cancers,
It all seems “a part of their life”.
No one cares for their skin problems,
No one is worried about their diseases.
The UCIL is selfish,
Selfish for uranium,
That lies below the grounds cultivated by the forest dwellers,
Selfish, since they have no heart,
No desire to protect our mother earth.
Extra toes, less fingers, ill proportioned body,
A way of life…
The smiling Buddha,
Little Boy,
Fat Man,
The call for disaster…
When I look at those faces,
Those perplexed faces,
Those blameless faces,
Tears come in my eyes…
Wednesday 28 July 2010
Nelson Mandela is his name
I live in a country of apartheid
Where white torment all others
I am the only one alive
Killed, are my brothers
There is no peace
Ruined is my life
The Englishmen won't care
They just create racial strife
Who will help me
When I have no right?
Who will help us all
Who will stand up and fight?
And then, a legend is born
The man who will end this discrimination
The man who will give us freedom
Soon, free will be our nation
He is ready to go to jail
And face all the pain
I know, that his determination,
Will not go in vain
I too support this man,
What he is doing is no game
It takes courage to fight those whites
Nelson Mandela is his name
And now when we are free
I look back and say
Thank you Mandela, for what you did
It is because of you, we are, what we are today
It is your birthday today Mandela
And I wish you the same
The man who gave us freedom
Nelson Mandela is his name
Tuesday 29 June 2010
AM I NOT A HUMAN?
Covered with black dust
My hands are burnt
My feet are bleeding for I walk on the road without shoes
I see other children walking to school with books in their hands
And I want to be there with them
Am I not a human?
Do I not exist?
Give me education
I am the future of this nation!
During summers, I burn
During winters, I shiver to death
During rain, I am soaking wet
I want some clothes to wear
I want to be like those who can AFFORD such needs
Am I not a human?
Do I not exist?
Out of all your jackets and raincoats
Can you not give me one?
Many children like me
Die every week
Because we have empty stomachs
I see other children with
Burgers and pizzas in their hands
I don't want such items
All I want is fresh bread; roti and fresh sabji
Am I not a human?
Do I not exist?
Amongst your tasty meals,
A bite won't spoil anything.
Sitting alone in corners
I watch other children
Walking hand in hand
I also want a brother or sister
I also want a home and parents
Or maybe just a friend.
Am I not a human?
Do I not exist?
I am not asking for much
It may seem alot to you,
But,
You have it all.
Think about me,
I DON'T...
Monday 31 May 2010
I still prefer short forms...
This post is only for kids...Not parents or adults. Why? Because parents or adults will not write this:-
Hi! Hru? Wassup? Nm, u tell. M bored f skool. Waitin 4 d hols. R u goin nywhere??? Cn I cum 2? Nyways gtg. Tc. Bi.
They will write this:-
Hi! How are you? (They will not write wassup) Nothing much, you tell. I am bored of school (well, actually office) and am waiting for the holidays. Are you going anywhere? Can I come? Anyways, got to go. Take care. Bye.
Thats why this post is just for us kids who have gotten so engrossed in short forms that we have forgotten "HAVE" is not written as "HV" or "YOU" as "U". Our teachers, parents and all adults are after our lives to forget this short-cut method of writing because our English is going down the drains. But, we kids just don't seem to understand. Short forms are easier and faster to write. Less letters to type, fewer spellings to learn. Yes, its true that we might get an E in our English papers (E is considered fail), but we don't care. Short-cut life is easy. I know that my relatives are also reading this post and expect me to write full-forms. I'll try...I promise I will!
A note to parents:- We kids will never change.... No point really trying....
Re-acknowledgement
If you remember, I thanked my uncle for encouraging me to start a blog... Well, I would like to specify that my uncle is my mother's brother (in hindi we call him 'mamaji')... So thanks mamaji....
Monday 24 May 2010
My very first blog!
This blog is acknowledged to my uncle, who gave me the idea of moving away from social networking sites and utilizing my creativity to create a blog... So thanks uncle!
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