If You Ever Feel Small. Please Don’t.

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“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.” –Stephen Hawking

Our physical universe is full of scaling. Higher, lower, bigger, smaller…it’s all relative.

Our much revered Sun – the source of our survival – is just an average star compared to the vast galaxy of stars in the cosmos. Our one and only earth is merely a minor planet, with much bigger planets even amongst our known list of planets as can be seen in the pic.
Likewise we humans may feel we are the best of all the species but vastness of nature scales us down and we become insignificant and small, like any other animal.
Look closely at the below pictures that I clicked in Sydney and surrounds. There is vast sea, there is land, mountains and trees but where are humans? Look for them. Very small part of nature.

Bondi Beach

Watson’s Bay

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Watson’s Bay in Sydney

And last but not the least….me in my old picture below. Clicked in India (in mid 1990s)

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Climbing a huge branch/root of huge Kapok tree (Ceiba) at Lal Bagh, Bangalore/Bangaluru

In the above picture the giant tree makes a regular woman look smaller than she is  And the little shrub on the floor gets totally ignored by the bigger size of the woman and the Kapok tree.
Here are my lyrics…

I really look up to you
so please don’t put me down…”

Of course, it’s all relative…our size, beauty, greatness/smallness, even our status and wealth.

Who else knows this better than us humans who spend our whole life living up to others, trying to get taller, bigger, thinner, prettier or richer than our friends and relatives. Appearances matter too much. Bulimic and anorexic young girls aspire to create bigger pouts and whatever, like their media role-models (KK).

Humans label each other as a pygmy or a giant, based on their size. But all shapes and sizes are normal. Gulliver of Gulliver’s Travels experienced this very well, as the giants and Lilliputians cared for him better than his own-sized people. In nature, giant dinosaurs had their own world as now big elephants do. We admire them for their size. And yet, tiny but perfectly intelligent and organised, ants are no less than anyone.

We humans are rich or poor only by comparison. A person with two cars and three properties is poorer than somebody with five cars and six properties.  C’mon guys!!  Time to grow up. And never allow or train your children to have comparisons based on their barbie doll, video games and later smartphones. There are many in the world who don’t even have these toys to play with, not even a very old model.

Also, how to know we are smart or dumb?  Who decides that?  An Einstein-like genius will be considered more intelligent than the smartest teacher in the best school around town.  Likewise, even a really smart artist will fall short in front of legends like Picasso.  But for a mother whose child has Autism or Down’s Syndrome, intelligence means her child’s ability to tie shoe laces or pick up a spoon to eat or read basic alphabets. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Never let others decide you are big or small.
Be brave! Be proud of who you are…
When people try to scale you down, just stand tall.

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My post was in response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Scale.”

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Journey Inside

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That ill-fated sleepy afternoon
as I sat nodding with closed eyes
A fly entered my ‘big’ mouth
well not so big it is, but
yawning full-force was I, and
the dirt-loving creep must’ve
come to kiss the dribble
so down went the greedy bug
through my inner dark alleys

I gagged and gulped
but down it slipped, through
narrow tunneled esophagus
through the wobbly stomach
the slimy small intestine
swinging my large intestine
and then finally free…. 
but wonder
survived or life-free.

So I don’t want to go that path,
no thanks. And how can I, can I?
For one, I am not a fly
And then, I am still alive

I sure do want to go inside,
take an inward journey,
to know not my body, but
my true soul from inside
To know myself a bit better
before I actually truly die…

 

Of course, the above story was imaginary.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”

Extra-terrestrial Homosapien

Today is World UFO Day –  the 2nd of July 2015.

Aliens, who visit our planet off and on, must be feeling alienated by humans who are like strangers to them.  The Kindness of Strangers can really touch our hearts. So if you come across an alien some day, be kind to him/her.
Now that’s a far-fetched imagination but you never know.
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In my poem I, as a modern human (alienated human), imagined how it would feel if I am to be an alien (extraterrestrial)  visiting the earth.

3D alien wallpaper

pic source: endofworld

So much talk about aliens
Are they? Are they not?
If I were to be an alien
What would it be like
To descend on earth
To be looked at in awe
To look at in awe

Now too I’m alien, a human-alien
Overlooked and isolated
By humans like me, for being me.
Either idolized and made distant
by some lesser human being
Or victimized unkindly
and rendered insignificant
by some higher human being.

Being humanoid-alien, am too cut-off.
Though I mingle and move in crowds
in my counterfeit cheerful facade
Trying to please the who’s who
and all those hard to please

Please the seniors
Win the friends
Delight the neighbors
Pamper one’s own born
Respect him lest
he ever disrespects me

But as an ‘alien extra-terrestrial’ I will
Beget excitement, wonder and fear
Confuse the alienated robotic scientists
Cause massive stir on earth
Leave my mark or two,  and thereafter
Escape the make-believe human world

Only to keep coming back
the whole year, to my alien heart’s fill
Get to throng remote parts of earth
that no human ever will

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© Alka Girdhar  All rights reserved 2015

Cut Off

New Skin

Ode to Terrorists

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So you think you are smart, don’t you?
Yeah sure you live in your pipe dreams

Wow!! You are real men, aren’t you?
With power to thunder and create havoc

You want to scare us, want to terrorize
How desperately you seek our hatred!

We don’t hate you, but we do pity
Pity your sickness, your pathetic mind

You disgust us but we don’t hate you
No time to hate, we’re too full of love

You kill, we embrace our dead like never before
Million bouquets united us all at Martin Place

The heroes you killed, will live on in our hearts
And you? You lived alone, died alone, to be forgotten

You loner! You loser! Can’t you see?
You became weak, we became strong!!

You killed school kids in Peshawar, fragile and sweet
In our love for these kids, we forgot to hate you

We tender humans cried freely for the departed
You macho cowards made us cry, then run and hide

You hide your face before killing, and after killing
You live a cloaked and masked dead life

You give terror, we become strength
You give hatred, we become love

You’ll lose your games!!  We will win!!!
It’s that simple…

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I wrote this poem after Sydney Terror Seige  in December, 2014 and soon after that massacre of innocent children inside Peshawar school
Who would not be moved by such videos: school children and bodies

My feelings are now apt for current France Terror Attack.  Sadly nothing’s changed….

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