Newsletters
Newsletter - July 2010 to Dec 2010
Archana Shetty
There is something about the ocean!
There is something about the ocean! The vast expanse of water lying in front of me with the blue blanket of sky engulfing it and seemingly touching it somewhere afar in the horizon, the waves racing each other towards the shore and the sea gulls flying around in circles above my head as somewhere deep in the ocean, a white yacht forms a ghostly outline on the sky like a lone survivor of a battle.
And as the evening approaches, the big ball of glaring fire, the sun, getting swallowed by the pristine water as if to cool it down a little bit. The ocean, a place where we forget all our worries and see the mystical power of nature at play, the mystical power which is just beyond our understanding!
The ocean has always had a very humbling effect on me! Perhaps, it’s the vastness and the unknown world beneath the tranquility of the water or just the play of colors in the sky, I can’t be sure, but there has always been a connection right to the depths of my heart.
I look at the ocean and then look at myself. I go around carrying so much of ego in my daily life whereas all I am is a tiny atomic part of this universe, this universe of which the ocean is a tiny part!
Each one of us is trying to be at peace with ourselves in this mad mad world. Some of us go to a place of worship to experience that peace while some might just go to the ocean and totally surrender!
As I said before, there is something about the ocean!
Bhavna Hiremath
You can jump, you can laugh
You can twist n turn a la'
No stopping thoughts - bewildering or spunky
No taking yourself either, too seriously
Amidst all fun n frolic happen project speeches
Take the bull by its horn, TT is no big deal - CK preaches
Week after week, SSS - a weekend family meets
You talk, I talk, We all talk to scale new heights!
Too sad, this poem doesnt rhyme
But this is straight from a Smedz heart
And this is no mime
While GE, Mentor, Mentee, MC we all alike take stock
Of food, speeches, friends, learning and what not...
Yeah! We Smedlians rock!
Life's Happy Errors...
The restaurant television,
Played live Cricket;
While we chatted,
Without losing a Wicket.
We filled out plates,
A first round from the buffet;
Our plates a triptych,
Of yellow, green, and brown.
Her precocity veiled,
Her twenty-third winter;
But she revealed, Fyodor Dostoyevsky,
Was her favourite writer.
Life's happy errors,
Some show up after compiling,
Some show up at runtime;
We compiled, our arbitrary tete-a-tete,
And found only happy errors.
Vivek Mishra
As a child you were blissfully unaware of your fears. Snake was rope and fire was something to play with. And a large group of people in front of you was there to hear and appreciate your tantrums. Remember the day you spoke in your broken language before scores of relatives and strangers. That was your first impromptu public speech. You were a veteran stand up comedian. You laughed and you cried and your audience loved you.
Time went by and you discovered snake can kill, fire can kill, and people can be bad. And that they almost surely turn into poisonous snakes if you are present in a front of a large group of them. That day you lost your innocence. That day you became a well adjusted normal man. And a normal man is an ordinary man. And ordinary men are both bored and boring. If you listen to your heartbeat in a calm room, somewhere within you will find the child inside you begging you to dance in the rain, play those little games, run in the streets and also be yourself when you find a group of familiar and strange faces willing to tolerate your tantrums.
You are not alone. All of us in smedz have heard that voice and we decided to break free. We joined hands and formed this forum. Since then there has been no looking back. Today we are like a growing family. Do visit us sometime. Give us a call. We shall be waiting for you. The skill of public speaking belongs to you we are just holding a hostage.
