Caste System, Crazy people, International issues, Issues in India, Poems, Reflections


Globalization transcends divisions

Maybe this concept is business-oriented

But it shortens the distance between homo sapiens

Black or brown or white

We are all offspring of the mother earth.

The White liquid that we squeeze out

From the udders of the cows

Could be milk or dhooth

But mixed with coffee or tea

The effect is the same!

Some thing is better than nothing

To be a citizen of the world

May be a distant dream

But just below the global concept

Lies innumerable independent nations

Be an Indian or an American or African

Or a Chinese or a European

Without ever dreaming further divisions.

But the narrow-minded beings

Would not listen to you

It’s always: My language, my culture

Or My-everything! The rest are their enemies

Oh, Politicians, do not divide your folks

But connect them!

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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