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Endosulphan and sufferings of people

December 06, 2010 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems


We are studying still


Why not take action


Instead of studying again and again


To ban this chemical from our lives


 


Pathetic to read


Horrible to see


Panic to think


About victims of Endosulphan


 


Other countries in the world


Banned Endosulphan


But India still waiting for


Reinventing the wheel.


 


Let’s yell out


We don’t need this chemical


In our lives anymore


And save our future kids


 


Innocent children


Having birth in the areas


Where Endosulphan used


Suffering and remind us of our future.


 


Spread awareness to all


Let us start from here


Not to entertain any pressure


For not banning Endosulphan


 


Can we grow as developing country


With such utter mistakes we are doing


To the future generations


We will not get any pardon for this sin


 


God will ask you when you go up


What did you do for the society


On Endosulphan problem


Then you don’t have any answer


 

Copyright© PrasadKrishna 2010
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A plea to Indian Cuisine makers

November 13, 2010 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems

Very tasty cuisines
Variety of food
But forgetting one
Important fact in life

Making the fries and curry
Reusing the oil
Whatever the food
We are making

This oil makes us sick
By period of time
Slowly and steadily
Nobody can save us

All hotels and restaurants
Should fight against cancers
By putting new oil every-time
They cook without fail

In my childhood going to restaurant
Considered as sin and shame
Now it is the passion and fashion
Every weekend ending in Hotels

Almost all restaurants using
The oil again and again for frying
Carbon contents going inside the stomach
Not good to body at all

I tasted one Chicken karahi recently
Very tasty and I was astounded
To see one layer of oil on top
Which I had to remove to take in

We can prevent such failures
If hotels and cuisine makers
Give a little thought on this
Avoid cancers and ulcers

Copyright PrasadKrishna© 2010


Fida!…Kabhi Albida Na Kahna!

June 19, 2010 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems

Fida!…Kabhi Albida Na Kahna!

Fida!..Never say Good Bye!

 

Preface:  Please read the following news which caused my pain to write the poem at the end.

 

News reported by SIRAJ WAHAB | ARAB NEWS

DAMMAM, SAUDI ARABIA: A private van driver faces charges of criminal negligence following the death on Sunday of a five-year-old girl who was left unattended for five hours in the vehicle in the full glare of the sun outside the International Indian School in Dammam’s Al-Raka district.

The kindergartener, Fida Haris, started attending the school only two months ago. Authorities allege the driver forgot to ensure she came off the 15-seater van when he dropped off other children at the school in the morning. Ostensibly the child dozed off and remained inside the van, which had tinted windows.
On a day when mercury reached 47 degrees Celsius, school officials said Fida apparently suffocated inside the vehicle. “Her body had turned pale because of lack of oxygen and the intensity of the heat,” said her class teacher Gita Radhakrishnan. “It was a horrible sight.”

As was the routine, the driver of the passenger van picked up the child along with her elder sister and a dozen other children from their homes in downtown Dammam between 6:30 a.m. and 7 a.m. He then dropped some of the children off at the school’s girls section and brought the boys and kindergarten children to the school’s main building.
It was here that he forgot to take Fida off. All the other children got off and went to their classes. The driver assumed Fida also went to her UKG-A class.

Private van drivers park their vehicles near the Indian school and travel back together to Dammam or Alkhobar returning later at home time. Fida was left in a parked van near Gate No. 4 in the full glare of the sun. The Indian school is located in a sparsely populated area of Al-Raka district. The building has multiple entrances, but once the children arrive only the main gate remains open. If a child cried for help in a van near the side gates, there is little chance of anybody noticing.

 

“Yes, a five-year-old is capable of knocking on the van doors. She must have done that but there was nobody to listen to her cries nor was there anybody to notice the struggle for life inside the van,” explained Fida’s class teacher.

The driver, who has been identified as Naushad from the Indian state of Kerala, returned with the other drivers at 12 p.m. to pick up the kindergarten children. He realized what had happened only when he unlocked the van’s doors. He panicked and called one of his driver friends, Satish, and explained what had happened. Naushad, then, ran away.

 

Satish found the lifeless child in her red-and-white uniform and called in the senior teacher. She immediately identified her as Fida. “It came as a shock to me. In the class register she was listed as absent today,” said Radhakrishnan.

Satish took Fida to the school’s first aid room. She was later transported to the nearby Astoon Hospital where she was pronounced dead on arrival. Hospital staff notified police of her death and criminal negligence charges were filed against the driver who later surrendered himself to Dhahran police in the evening.

Fida’s grief-stricken parents, Muhammad and Sajana Haris, also from Kerala, were consoled by school officials, teachers and members of the local Indian community.

 

As news of the youngster’s death spread throughout the school and among the Indian community, there were highly emotional scenes with children and teachers bursting into tears.

 

IISD Principal E.K. Mohammed Shaffe said there were no words to describe the tragedy. “It is beyond shocking. The little one died just next to where we work day in and day out,” he said.

 

There are 16,000 boys and girls enrolled at the Indian school in Dammam. Boys and girls sections are separately located in the Al-Raka district. Since the main building is unable to house all students, the school’s management has secured nearby villas to house classrooms.

 

The school’s transportation system is overburdened and there are only 70 coaches to ferry students. These coaches, which belong to the Saudi Public Transport Co. (SAPTCO), are considered safe. However, they accommodate only 3,000 of the school’s 16,000 students. The rest come and leave school via private passenger vans. The school has absolutely no control over them.

 

According to one estimate, there are more than 3,000 private van operators transporting children to school in Dammam on a daily basis. Not all parents are happy to send their children to school in private vans but have no other options. Even in areas where the school’s SAPTCO coaches operate, children usually have to be shuttled to the nearest stop, something that encourages many parents to opt for private vans, which pick up children from their doorsteps.

 

Indian community elders have called for a thorough revamp of the school’s transportation system and the way that private vans operate.

 

“They are not accountable to anybody. They are arrogant and parents are at the mercy of their whims. They don’t have proper air conditioners; the drivers drive madly on the highway. Parents refuse to speak against them because then there will be nobody to ferry their children to school. They are a mafia and they need to be held accountable,” said Muhammad Shadab, whose children regularly complain of irresponsible van operators.

 

School Chairman John Thomas said everything that needs to be done will be done. “This is so tragic. We lost an innocent life,” he said.

 

For parents with children at the school, the tragedy is far too close to home.

“The first thing I did after hearing the news was to hold my four-year-old daughter tightly and cry out loud. In my mind’s eye I was trying to imagine the situation little Fida was in. Poor girl — she must have tried so hard to escape that situation. There was nobody to listen to her. What a painful death it must have been,” said Sameena Sajid, whose two daughters are enrolled at the same school. “My children refused to say anything or eat anything after they came back from school. They are in shock.”

 

 

Fida!…Kabhi Albida Na Kahna!

Fida!..Never say Good Bye!

 

Hey Fida, you’ll be remembered

By everybody who read the news

You are really brave even though

You lost at last…..

 

I know you were struggling

When others were enjoying

When others were in air conditioned rooms

You were alone….all alone.

 

You forgot to get up when reached school

Nobody found you, nobody searched for you

You were all alone trying to reach out

Helping hands did not appear there

 

Your mother helps you to take food

Your father helps you to walk in the street

Your sister helps you to play

Nobody there to help when you in need

 

You tried to knock the door

But forgot to put horn

You tried to eat food and drink water

But nothing could help you to survive

 

Outside temperature raising

Whole vehicle became like a frying pan

No air to breath and suffocation started

Nobody there to hear your cries

 

You were crying and wilting

Slowly and steadily

You tried to open the door

It was heavy for you to open

 

You tried to lie down

Even platform of vehicle also hot

Sun is coming up with piercing rays

Increasing the temperature

 

Slowly your eyes started closing

Body started aching

No energy to cry

Blackness coming all over

 

You wanted scream

Mother came in your thoughts

Came to pick you up

Father also was there

 

Sister was coming near to you

To hold you for security

Who else was there

Death was coming closer to you

 

I can’t write anymore

My eyes are wet

Hands are shaking

Mind is shivering

 

Copyright © prasadkrishna 2010


Longing to Live

May 12, 2010 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems

I want to live in this world


World having full of hopes


Hopes embedded with love


Love Carries life itself


Breeze brings happiness


Storm brings sadness


Is there anything there


Between Happiness and Sadness


Searching still in the crowd


As a wanderer as I been before


As an observer for everything


But inactive as usual


I’m an irresolute to decide


On which is my favorite


Still searching for a one


Until I find it by myself


Are you there for me to feel?


Virtually a reality


I don’t know how to express


My gratitude to you.


 


Copyright © prasadkrishna 2010


King Cobra in Town

March 09, 2010 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems


King Cobra in Town


 


Preface:  Thoughts written below after seeing news reports that King Cobras from deep forest came to down towns of Forest in Kerala.


 


I’m the king of cobras


But now I am starving


No feed is available in my kingdom


So I came down


 


I hate humans and their behavior


Because they cut the forest


Very hot in summer


Since there are no trees


 


My preys are not available


Since they are dead


Due to dehydration


And forest fires


 


Forest fires are not natural


Made purposefully by humans


For the sake of charcoal


How can I live in my kingdom


 


My niche is damaged


My place is damaged


My kingdom is damaged


How can I live there?


 


I don’t want to hurt human


Or their siblings


But they hurt me a lot


Directly and indirectly.


 


I can bite anybody


I don’t bite anybody


Since I bite only my preys


In order to subside my hunger


 


Tell me what I have to do?


Tell me where I have to go?


Tell me whom I can trust?


Tell me what to do next?


Copyright © Prasad Krishna 2010


New Year Wishes 2009 departure and 2010 Entering………….

December 26, 2009 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems


Preface : Here I am trying to make a similitude between 2009
and 2010

 

I found 2009 going away from us

But 2010 coming with new hopes

Don’t know it will be worse than
2009

Anyway, wish you all happy new year

 

So many incidents happened in 2009

Many more to happen in 2010

One thing is sure, we are aging

As well as mother earth is crying

 

Why you are dumping wastes

Anywhere you find it is possible

Not incinerating even at holy place

Can’t you see Mother Earth is
crying

 

Extinct species of animals are
dying

Day by day due to our cruelty

Make a new year wish today

To protect the earth, flora and
fauna

 

Do not waste water, food & fuel

Fossil fuels are very limited

One day you will see shortage of
fuel

How we will survive then?

 

Sex scandals were too many in 2009

Hopes 2010 will be free of scandals

But channels will be unhappy

Each scandals make public unhappy

 

Let India win the world

As during Vedic times

Don’t know whether it will

Happen in my life time

 

HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL

 

Copyright © PrasadKrishna 2009


Quotation Gangs

September 28, 2009 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems


Kerala, a lot of quotation gangs

Kills or whatever you want

For meager amounts of money

Giving sub contracts to kill.

 

Some are killed by mistakes

Road accidents are also a kind of murder

Because driver escapes after hitting

Later taken on bail by advocates

 

Mafias using these gangs

To kill their opponents

May be a straight forward official

Victim's family and kids loose their future

 

Politicos using these gangs

To shut off their opponents

Even from the same party

Who is coming up against him

 

Now a business tycoon was killed

By a quotation gang

Just in the middle of the night

Just in the middle of the road

 

Police is searching still

Want to protect politicos

Media is enjoying situation

Since they got a cover story

 

Unemployed youth wanna make

Easy and speedy money

Want to enjoy the life without hassles

Where the common man will go

 

Terrorist gangs are using the situation

In order to make the things worst

Police are being tied with ruling party

Whom we can complain

 

Copyright PrasadKrishna 2009



Guru Sagaram

July 07, 2009 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Writing

Guru Sagaram

Here I'm gonna depict feeble images of my teachers who taught me or interacted  while I was at different levels.   I don't know really whether all of them are still alive or not since I lost contacts with them during my life voyage.    I take this opportunity to thank one and all for giving me education which is the greatest wealth in this world.

 

Chamunni Master

He was my 2nd standard class teacher.  He comes from a peasant family.   Actually he boosted my cultural activities.   He made me secretary for children association and I remember a funny incident happened.   There was a program scheduled every year as anniversary of School and I had to participate in one of the program as 2nd standard student.  I have to sing a song with action.  I practiced a lot and went to the stage.   I was using microphone in front of me adjusted to my height and I started singing with action.  Suddenly I saw people laughing and I was wondering with dilemma to continue or not.   Somehow I managed the show and completed.  Later I came to know the power failure happened during my program and microphone was not working and that was the reason for laughter.  

Chamunni Master's attire was khadi and the shirt and dhothi were washed with starch so they were like stick.  He used to keep a hanky always folded around the collor in order to keep it away from sweat marks.

Chamunni Master used to enquire to my father whenever they met and his blessing was always there with me.

John Master

He was 3rd Standard class teacher.   I remember the fragerance he carry with him always.  It was from Ponds Talc Powder he uses and it stays there until evening.  I don't know whether he put it very frequently on his body or not.   Also, he keeps a hanky always folded near the shirt.   He wears always Polyester shirts.   He taught me maths such a way that I got an inclination towards it which I am enjoying till now.

John Master came to our village from another district and settled thereafter getting the job as a teacher in our village.  Later he had a tragedy in his life by loosing 4 year old girl.   He built a water tank near his house to irrigate the garden.  Poor mason did not do any calculation and built without much engineering calculation on thrust and pressure of the water in the tank.  One day John master's child was playing near the water tank and a motor connected to the well was pumping water to the water tank.  All of a sudden, the water tank burst due to internal thrust and pressure and bricks and water came with sound and fell on the small baby.  She died in the hospital.

Recently, when I went for vacation, I heard that John master died of cancer.  May his soul rest in peace.

Kesavan Master

Kesavan Master was good friend of my father.    He worked as English teacher in  a nearby High School.    He had got very good knowledge on all matters on the earth.  You can describe him as a versatile personality.

He reads a lot and during his free time, he comes with a cow to graze at our paddy land.   That was his main hobby.   Also, while his cow grazes, he reads books.  When my father visits our fields, he used to talk to Kesavan Master almost daily evenings.   Kesavan master never married and always he was alone during his life journey.

During my 10th standard, Kesavan master came to our house two days before English examination and brought with him old question papers of exams.  He helped me to answer each question by question and corrected then and there.   It helped me a lot to score 81 out of 100 in English in SSLC (Secondary School Leaving Certificate) Examination. 

I used to visit him every vacation while I was in abroad.   Whatever I forget to buy, I never forget to buy a box of 7'O Clock shaving blade for him since he likes this blades always.   Last year Kesavan master died of cancer since he was a smoker. May his soul rest in peace.

 

Sasidharan Master

He was my class teacher in 6th standard.   He was also an enthusiastic teacher and voracious reader.   I used to visit his house regularly.  His house is completely filled with books.  You can see books everywhere.   He is the teacher who groomed my reading habits.  He selected the books for me to read and enhance my tastes of reading.  He was coordinator of School Library.   I used to help him in the library to keep the books in rack according to category.  It gave me privilege to take any number of books and any books of my choice.  Every year we used to go for purchasing books from nearby town.  I used to accompany him in order to select books of my taste.   Also, he was the teacher who started Boys Scouts in our school. 

I have to tell about his determination especially on his education.   He had completed his plus two then teachers training while he joined our school for teaching 6th standard.   Then he acquired degree while working then he finished MA in Malayalam and he obtained M.Phil in Malayalam.  When he left our school, he joined Kothamangalam Government college as Lecturer in Malayalam.   I admire the growth made in his career.   He was never found sitting idle.  During the evenings, he gathered paddy field workers and taught them Malayalam alphabets to make them how to read news paper.  This was done without taking any penny from them or from government.   Now after joining College, I did not hear much about him.  

Luckily last month, I got his telephone number and talked to him.  Even talking with him gives such a positive energy and rejuvenate the energy hidden in you.

Khaja Nawas Master

He is denoted with heavy spectacle and he was our Malayalam Teacher for 10th standard.  He was really gem of a person.   He also, took me with him to arrange the books of Library since he was Library coordinator.  These sort of works helped me a lot in selecting books for reading.  I finished Hunchback of Nostredam, Les Miserable, (Victor Hugo) Mother (Gorky), Karamasov Brothers, Idiot (Dostovsky) during my high school days itself.  I always recommend children to read such books to know the world.  

Once while he was taking class, I came to know about the depth of his knowledge on our epics.   He was teaching one chapter related to Mahabharatha stories.   He asked a question to the class that Lord Krishna defeated Kaliya snake and Lord Krishna jumped into Kalindi river from a tree even though banks of kalindi was not having flora or fauna due to the poisonous venom of Kaliya snake.  We could not answer back this question even though we know the story.   He told the reason as while Amrita was taken from danavas by Mohini, it was sent to heaven by eagle (the vehicle of Vishnu), during its journey to heaven, eagle rested on the branch of this tree and that is the reason it did not die due to poisonous venom of Kaliya snake.  It was astonishing for me know the new reason from a learned maestro. 

I was very lucky to have him as a teacher in 10th standard as well as Lecturer in Malayalam in my degree days.  He left our school and joined in Government College as Malayalam Lecturer and he taught me once again in degree language classes.  Now I don't know where he is working but still I am remembering him like my elder brother who guided me in all aspects.

 

Above notes about my teachers are not including about all my teachers but a few only and I will try to find details about others when I could recollect incidents related to them.


FUSED BULB

May 07, 2009 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems

FUSED BULB 

 

Preface:  Today our office boy came to my office to remove a fused bulb.  He removed the bulb and thrown it in the garbage can.   This gave me the following thoughts.

 

 

I was dear one for everybody once

But now everybody hate me

People knew that I am of no use

That's why they threw me in trash

 

I was helping the boy to read

Books for studying in the night

He too was cruel to me now

Otherwise, he smiles at me

 

This is the cycle of life

If life there inside, everybody loves you

At the moment, life not there

You will be thrown in trash

 

Memories also will perish like this

Slowly and a new one will replace your place

Everybody will think of the new one

Cherishes new light provided therein.

 

I am lying in the trash to be carried away

I don't know what is my future

If I know the future, I am unable to pass it to you

This is the Cycle of life.

 

Your dearest ones will take you out

Without any compassion and

With irritation and sorrow

Am I helpless now or not

 

Copyright prasad krishna 2009


All alone walking at night

March 24, 2009 By: Krishna Prasad Category: Poems

All alone walking at night

 

Long days ago

I remember walking

Besides a burial ground

Almost near to my house

After getting down from last bus

 

My village sleeps

Around Nine PM

Time was Eleven PM

Nobody was on the road

Except me

 

Creaking sound of my

Shoes on the sand

Made me scary

I could hear my breath

As trumpets I ever heard

 

When I was nearing

Burial ground

Started chanting

Manthras I know

Since I was scared

 

Although I was a teen

Although I know all imaginations

Although I wanna keep my mind strong

I was scared because of stories

 

Cool breeze was brushing me

Even though I was sweating

Since I was walking fast

I heard some foot steps ahead

I was scared.

 

I saw a lady with white dress

Moving fast ahead of me

I was curious to know

Who she was

 

I speeded up my walk

In order to find the face

But she also walked fast

I was sweating more since

I was scared.

 

All of a sudden

I did not see her

Since there was a turning

After the burial ground

It was the mystery

 

My body was shivering

I was chanting manthras

Started to run

Until I reached home

 

Parents scolded me for being late

But didn't tell anybody

What had happened?

Still whenever I cross

The burial ground

I remember the incident.