To end today's spate of blogs, I will sign off with these few words..
Imagination is the key to life. We imagine our lives with ideas, needs, families, friends and various other details. If our mind was a blank slate, our life might be one too. I treasure my ability to imagine various situations, and put those emotions and imaginations into words. Words which I can express freely and without fear of repercussion.
Monday, October 29, 2007
A world view from 2006
Last November, I was sitting with my cup of tea, and watching CP 24 Morning news, when a news itemcaught my eye: father kills his wife and daughter and jumps to his death. Later that day, on my morning commute to work, I picked up the Metro Toronto and the front page news shocked me, because the father who killed his wife and 14 year old daughter was Sri Lankan. Why did that shock me? Maybe because I always thought South Asians do not do crazy things like kill your wife and child and jump to your own death i.e. a double murder and suicide. Furthermore, his two younger children slept unaware in their home until the police arrived. The father committed the double homicide, went to his in-laws place, called 911, told them about his actions and then jumped to his own death. The reason for his action was yet undiscovered.
Before my Anthropology class started that evening, I was wondering, what would the daughter’s last thoughts be? What if an abusive father, killed his wife and then murders his daughter. Would she be at peace away from the dark world she lived in? Or would she suffer more during those last few minutes? I am not implying that the incident in question was due to an abusive parent. As mentioned earlier, his motives were never uncovered. Stars abright was my input about a little girl who is killed by the paternal figure in her life.
Stars abright!
Stars abright
Far away in my dreams
Blood runs deep
A river in my screams!
Nightmare after another
Pounding on my doors
All my prayers blend together
As I huddle under the covers…
Fist against flesh
Screams dying down…
One final scream
Muted into unforgiving silence…
The pounding starts again
Thump…thump…thump…
The latch creaks and cries
Giving into the fury!
Monster bright with white hair
Familiar smell, cologne ‘Blue’
Gentle hands that suddenly tighten
My nightmare turns into his reality…
Stars abright
So far yet close
Dreams of mine
So close yet afar.
Rocking in his gentle arms
I move away from their bruising torment
No more fists, no more thumps
No more screams, no more horrors.
Into the sky I fly
Away from the red river below
I find myself at peace
Among my stars abright!!!
By,
Angela Archana Vincent
Before my Anthropology class started that evening, I was wondering, what would the daughter’s last thoughts be? What if an abusive father, killed his wife and then murders his daughter. Would she be at peace away from the dark world she lived in? Or would she suffer more during those last few minutes? I am not implying that the incident in question was due to an abusive parent. As mentioned earlier, his motives were never uncovered. Stars abright was my input about a little girl who is killed by the paternal figure in her life.
Stars abright!
Stars abright
Far away in my dreams
Blood runs deep
A river in my screams!
Nightmare after another
Pounding on my doors
All my prayers blend together
As I huddle under the covers…
Fist against flesh
Screams dying down…
One final scream
Muted into unforgiving silence…
The pounding starts again
Thump…thump…thump…
The latch creaks and cries
Giving into the fury!
Monster bright with white hair
Familiar smell, cologne ‘Blue’
Gentle hands that suddenly tighten
My nightmare turns into his reality…
Stars abright
So far yet close
Dreams of mine
So close yet afar.
Rocking in his gentle arms
I move away from their bruising torment
No more fists, no more thumps
No more screams, no more horrors.
Into the sky I fly
Away from the red river below
I find myself at peace
Among my stars abright!!!
By,
Angela Archana Vincent
A world view from 2003
In 2003, I was browsing channels one Saturday morning, and I saw this World Vision charity ad, where they were showing these little children who tug on your heartstrings – looking hungry and hopeless. One of the news channels, was simultaneously showing a huge debate among world leaders aimed at ending world poverty. These leaders did not look like they even knew what these children go through. These words show my reaction to this contrasting world view. The children, we view as our future and hope for tomorrow are left to starve and beg, while the leaders sit back and debate until nothing gets resolved.
Empty Dreams
Fools that we are in this real world
They remain forgotten by all but me.
Honor, riches and integrity sold
To the scavengers for free.
Dying words, broken tears
All that is left for me to see.
Scanty food and dwindling cheers
Nothing but irons binding the glee.
Tattered clothes swirling free
Stomachs grumbling with hunger and pain
Brown and muddy, the children see
Nothing but food on the chocolate train.
Eyes beseeching, hands outstretched
They stand in a row begging to you.
Gaudy fools ignore the little hands outstretched
While they gobble, slurp and disgustingly chew.
The strain on their faces etched
The pain in their eyes missed
Their empty dreams, so farfetched
Their only aim to have food enough to exist.
These children await a tomorrow
As dark as the hungry night approaching
As dirty as the clothes they borrow
As sad as the empty dreams soon encroaching.
Hopeless they sleep
Vainly for help, they await
While they wait and weep
Gluttonous fools eat and debate.
By,
Angela Archana Vincent
Empty Dreams
Fools that we are in this real world
They remain forgotten by all but me.
Honor, riches and integrity sold
To the scavengers for free.
Dying words, broken tears
All that is left for me to see.
Scanty food and dwindling cheers
Nothing but irons binding the glee.
Tattered clothes swirling free
Stomachs grumbling with hunger and pain
Brown and muddy, the children see
Nothing but food on the chocolate train.
Eyes beseeching, hands outstretched
They stand in a row begging to you.
Gaudy fools ignore the little hands outstretched
While they gobble, slurp and disgustingly chew.
The strain on their faces etched
The pain in their eyes missed
Their empty dreams, so farfetched
Their only aim to have food enough to exist.
These children await a tomorrow
As dark as the hungry night approaching
As dirty as the clothes they borrow
As sad as the empty dreams soon encroaching.
Hopeless they sleep
Vainly for help, they await
While they wait and weep
Gluttonous fools eat and debate.
By,
Angela Archana Vincent
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In the midst of my GMAT preparations, I don't have much to say, but I felt like I had abandoned my blog for the past few days (aaagghh). So, I thought I'd post a few old words of mine. Hope you like these next few posts...
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Scotland
Dreams are so important to people. It lets you escape your daily worries and find a calmer, happier frame of mind. It's our touchstone. Here's mine:
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Romance, Marriage and..Cash??
A triad of words starting with romance and marriage, typically end with something sweet/loving, right? Not in this case. I was reading something online today, and this sentence was so hilarious, I had to post it...
"Marriages are made in heaven, romances in hearts and cash in Bollywood."
Teeheehee.. :) :)
**Excuse me, while I roll on the floor, laughing**
People are so funny, and words are absolutely beautiful for their inane ability to make me laugh!!!!!
"Marriages are made in heaven, romances in hearts and cash in Bollywood."
Teeheehee.. :) :)
**Excuse me, while I roll on the floor, laughing**
People are so funny, and words are absolutely beautiful for their inane ability to make me laugh!!!!!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
MBA or MHA..and jewellery designs
My family and close friends know that I have been desperately trying to answer this question for a while now...an MBA or an MHA?
Both have their own distinct identities, criteria and very individualized career paths. Although, an MBA and an MHA intersect and are mildly inter-related. It finally came down to which was the correct choice for me right now, and what I wanted to do with my career 2 years down the line, and which one of these programs best suited my needs..blah blah blah..essentially, I like health management and I was trying to decide if an MBA was a better path than the MHA.
Anyway, long story short, I've made my choice and I like the fact that no matter what anyone told me, I have to consider all the pros and cons, and work through the questions at my own pace before I make the choice. Of course, me being the way I am, I tend to drive my family nutty while I make that choice :)
It's all good though. Now that I've decided, I can focus on the next step - GMATs and MHA applications..Let's see where this road leads....
Oh, and before I sign off today, a very good friend of mine, Chaitali, is now designing jewellery and she sent me her designs the other day. They are so gorgeous, I cannot help but post it on my blog. I already warned her that she will have to design some stuff for me when I next visit India, but here are my favs. Apparently, you just order the designs by emailing her(chaitali7@yahoo.com), no fuss, nice eh?
Both have their own distinct identities, criteria and very individualized career paths. Although, an MBA and an MHA intersect and are mildly inter-related. It finally came down to which was the correct choice for me right now, and what I wanted to do with my career 2 years down the line, and which one of these programs best suited my needs..blah blah blah..essentially, I like health management and I was trying to decide if an MBA was a better path than the MHA.
Anyway, long story short, I've made my choice and I like the fact that no matter what anyone told me, I have to consider all the pros and cons, and work through the questions at my own pace before I make the choice. Of course, me being the way I am, I tend to drive my family nutty while I make that choice :)
It's all good though. Now that I've decided, I can focus on the next step - GMATs and MHA applications..Let's see where this road leads....
Oh, and before I sign off today, a very good friend of mine, Chaitali, is now designing jewellery and she sent me her designs the other day. They are so gorgeous, I cannot help but post it on my blog. I already warned her that she will have to design some stuff for me when I next visit India, but here are my favs. Apparently, you just order the designs by emailing her(chaitali7@yahoo.com), no fuss, nice eh?
Aren't they beautiful?
These are my personal favourites!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Beautiful Picture!
This is a beautiful picture...I love the contrast between the statue's mystic and the artist's labor. Apparently, this is in preparation for the upcoming Diwali celebrations...
Monday, October 8, 2007
Toronto Nuit Blanche 2007
This post is a little late in its conception, but the words were waiting to be written since I attended my first Nuit Blanche.
Having lived in a city the size of Toronto, you do not realize it's ambience until you visit it at night. And I have, on many nights, visited different parts of Toronto. I've been out with my friends on summer evenings, at School working or studying late during cold Winter nights, and many more which cannot all be listed in this blog.
However, I loved Nuit Blanche. It's meant to be an all night event, when the city opens its doors to the public for 12 hours - from dusk to dawn, and contemporary artists set up/create their visions, and the public can visit these artistic spaces over 12 hours. They have itinerariess, zones with focussed views, and so much more. To be honest, I visited only 3 of the 195 artistic spaces created for this special night. But I cannot, in fact, I refuse to forget the feeling of vibrancy I felt in downtown Toronto that night.
I met up with friends along the way, but I feel I experienced the city and the culture, best when I was alone, and could soak up the playfulness and artistic vibe of my city. I am not the most patient tourist or media person, and my camera died on me 15 minutes into my journey downtown. However, I captured these 2 shots on my ever present cellphone.
The first one is a picture of the Royal Ontario Museum (you can see the latest renovations, which now house the Chin crystals). I love the fact that it was so crowded, so bright, and so noisy on a Saturday night at 10pm. Absolutely fantastic atmosphere!
The second one - it's just a tree outside the ROM, but I love the way it came out, swaying in the breeze, and the twinkling lights in the background.
The impromptu salsa lessons on the sidewalk (courtesy http://www.sidewalksalsa.com/) and musicians setting up concerts at street corners, was an unforgettable and exciting experience. Now, I can't wait for the next Nuit Blanche, and maybe next time, I'll visit a few more sites!
Friday, October 5, 2007
Australian astronomer?
Hmm.. apparently I am the reincarnation of an Australian astronomer/map maker in the 1800s. Isn't that fascinating. This website gave me this brief blurb about my 'previous existence'
Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern North Australia around the year 1800. Your profession was that of a map maker, astrologer, astronomer.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:Your main lesson is to develop magnanimity and a feeling of brotherhood. Try to become less adhered to material property and learn to take only as much, as you can give back.
Do you remember now?
Actually, I don't remember any of it, and I don't particularly like this incarnation. Why couldn't I be a fascinating white tiger or Simba from Lion King, or something cool like that.
Oh, I just realized that I only want to have animal incarnations..hmm...interesting thought. A lion or a tiger, is much, much better than a slimy toad or a yucky insect. So, I guess those specific 'dream incarnations' aren't that bad. Come to think of it, I would even settle for being a very, very, modestly wealthy princess in a tinnnyy country with no war and no boundaries :) :) :) Oh, and I get to be young, beautiful, adored by millions, my family and friends around me, and ......................................... (never ending dream)....lol!!
Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern North Australia around the year 1800. Your profession was that of a map maker, astrologer, astronomer.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:Your main lesson is to develop magnanimity and a feeling of brotherhood. Try to become less adhered to material property and learn to take only as much, as you can give back.
Do you remember now?
Actually, I don't remember any of it, and I don't particularly like this incarnation. Why couldn't I be a fascinating white tiger or Simba from Lion King, or something cool like that.
Oh, I just realized that I only want to have animal incarnations..hmm...interesting thought. A lion or a tiger, is much, much better than a slimy toad or a yucky insect. So, I guess those specific 'dream incarnations' aren't that bad. Come to think of it, I would even settle for being a very, very, modestly wealthy princess in a tinnnyy country with no war and no boundaries :) :) :) Oh, and I get to be young, beautiful, adored by millions, my family and friends around me, and ......................................... (never ending dream)....lol!!
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