The end is always painful:
But end shall be all pain
the lily will close her sprightly wing
hiding her face in mud.
When there is an end
there is a beginning
beauty is born never to die
save the stabs of insensibility.
Love is always there to awaken
the moss on dull pavements
yet it is never ever full,
it searches for noble hearts
to bloom like a Rose.
The beginning, middle and
thousand ends die to new births
but he who loves and she who
opens petals never face any end.
Sabita Sahu
Where does the road lead me
to which unknown place ,
I chase an uncertain life battling
like Samurai with no sword in hand,
What does the planner has in mind
for me I do not know
I am amidst the scented phenyl,
running to deposit the pharmacy bills
doing baby sitting in front of ICU
watching the change of staff shift by shift,
scrolling the medical terms told by doctor's in google ,
trying to learn online money transfer
that bounces over my head.
I miss my black coffee,
I search for my virtual talks
My Prince's calls do not reach me
though I am not deaf
He waits for me on the other side
of the wall that is invisible,
I am waiting here measuring the
length of space and time
counting the distant stars
that are hardly visible from
my window sill..
Sabita Sahu.
In open worlds men and women
move hoping to change mountains
into plateous of private space,
wishes get wings in closed rooms
only to crash at the brick walls .
In hospital beds war goes on
hope and despair clash for victory.
The apron clad midwives push
and pull the fears of dark webs.
I am in the lobby watching the war
my own war is always won, for I
accept defeat to throw it away
when I see the nodding flower
assent my will's stubbornness.
Sabita Sahu
the half
moon afflicted by
shadows of
other planets
all power,
glory and dross
in waterfall
measures
eating away
youth, life
in half
starved 'long sighs'
That's my
life.
A life of
light no heat
A life of glory no peace
A life of
hard work no solace
A life of
love no fulfillment.
Yes,
garlands, applause crowds
but inside
hollow and empty
who will
live my life
except me,
the cursed angel!
Transposition is ever denied
You are You
and I am Me
you are
full, complete happy
I am incomplete
without your love
but to your happy melody, I am a sod.
Sabita Sahu
I don't know whether the Business Schools have designed a
course in Anger Management, but I feel it is high time such a course was
offered to every student of life. Anger is one of the basest emotions which
blinds a person to all illumination of the mind and heart. Anger makes the eyes
burn like demented suns destroying all
life on the planet. The first impact of anger is sudden rush of blood to the
system of the brain which loses the balance of judgement. The mouth foams and
the limbs tremble, the mouth tongues a high pitched register alien to the
personality. Anger makes the inner world of a person "out of joint".
When anger rises a wanton energy
radiates in all directions dissipating order, balance, harmony. It darkens the
soul and blackens the divine conscience
which is basic human essence. Nature always moves towards order balancing her
three attributes - Satwa, Raja and Tama. If Tama rises Tamas (darkness) is
created, nature's satwik traits are
lost. In Hindu myths, Kali is Durga's
anger. When Chand and Munda, two demons were sent to torture
Durga after she killed Shumbha and Nishumbha, Durga lost her cool and became
furious. From her darkened eyebrows Kali
was born, that is kali was an embodiment of Durga's anger dark diabolical and
disruptive energy which disintegrates nature's creative process. Anger in god or man is an anti - cosmic
blasting force which breaks order: the degree and place are lost at least for
the time being. The Panchavayu, the respiratory system gets totally disrupted
as the Samana or Samat, Prana, PranaVayu, Udana Vayu,
Apana Vayu and Vyana Vayu, the energy regulators of the body lose equipoise and cause total
chaos in the body. The mind and emotions flow as per the force and magnitude of
anger in negative directions.
Anger is very natural to humans, animals and even gods
because no creature is self-sufficient
or auto fulfilling including, the Creator if any. Anger stems from frustration,
unfulfilled desires, insults, undeserved, unmerited suffering, ego hurts and
challenge to one's own sense of superiority. A man has his personal intimately
private world of reality, wishes desires, dreams and fancies which are unique. In short a person is God of his little
acres of reality. When that god is rivalled, opposed, challenged his mirror reflects a defeated face. His
reactions, spontaneous and immediate, is anger. He musters his energies to
smash the enemies; physical, emotional, intellectual, and spiritual. The enemies
at times are invisible like fate but he
fights in the dark, shoots arrows against the formless, shapeless chaos of his
imagination and often turns masochistic in helpless rage. The Christian God
because of his powers punishes the Archangel Lucifer (who becomes Satan) only
to be unrivalled. God punishes Adam and Eve for disobedience. The Hindu gods, goddesses too
never pardon, they always kill, punish, cause immense suffering in others. Zeus
, Indra and the higher ups Vishnu, Shiva, Durga - all get angry at the slightest tap on
their egoes. But there are many great men who know how to manage their anger.
They nurse it in silence but plan, plot and strive to achieve what they wanted.
Anger's first victim is Reason. An angry man kills like Hercules, becomes stubborn and irrational
like Duryodhana. Anger is often born out of hate, racial, religious and ideological.
Colour and caste too often lead to hate and anger. We saw in Osborne's Look Back In Anger how an Oxford educated young talented and
ambitious man nurses his anger against the state after the War II brought in its
trail the social misery, poverty and unemployment. He hated the church Bell, the peaceable housewife, he had
no respect for values of all kinds. He became what in the 80's we called Angry
Young Man. Bollywood exploited this theme commercially and many minor writers
wrote Penny Dreadfuls for a living.
Often intellectuals and geniuses are angry at the human
condition, at the nature of reality. Others are angry at the state of administration and governance. But their anger is
filmy, for pretentious an intellectual showmanship. Some people of course write poetry, some like Botticelli paint hell. And yet others of the left leaning
pseudos verbalize their anger. Raspy fuming temper flows out their anger like
uncorked champaign in an empty room. This anger is not wrath, often infantile
pressure releasing rant, of the Jimmy Porter variety.
Anger is a very potent energy in a great man and he harnesses
it to accomplish things for mankind; he utilizes the energy for a great cause.
The art of Anger Management, therefore, is a rare talent in man. Mostly anger
becomes self stultifying because people do not know its potential. If one is
angry for a cause, he must channelize in a manner suitable to achieve the cause. The best illustration of anger
management, in my view, was in Bishnu Gupta( Chanakya). His father Chanak, a
diplomat and thinker was tortured and
killed by Dhana Nanda. Chanakya made his anger grow, mature adding other patriotic values, into the most powerful
energy which would free the then Bharat foreign invaders like Alexander
and corrupt tyrants like Dhana Nanda and
Ambi. He selected a boy Chandragupta while he was a professor of political
science, and groomed him as a strong, patriotic, politically aware and morally
alert Bharatiya who would dedicate his life to unite Bharat into a cohesive, independent political unit
powerful, wealthy and culturally emancipated. In the first chapter (Prakarana-"
Vidyasamuddesha" of his Arthashastra
Kautilya uses the word Annvikhiki Sthapana that is cultivating the power of thinking. We
know how he thought and what he thought. The wrath which he nourished with single
minded devotion for his avowed purpose was for acquisition and protection of the
earth. He managed his anger not by anulom belom or varstrikas but by annvkhiki
which is a Science of thinking. And
there has not yet been a second Chanakya in India or the world.
Anger is a wild horse, If you cannot tame the stallion you
will come under its hooves but if you can control it the stallion will turn
into Pegasus and you can connect heaven and home on a gold line.
