Saturday, April 6, 2013


The world of change a sweet word can bring,
A conscience is what we've been missing
If we just made an effort to be nice,
Swallow our pride and that would suffice.

Rebuild ourselves while helping another
Treat a tired soul as your own brother
 Try to untangle the web of despair,
Till there’s no more hate, just love and care.

If we use our power to do some good,
Just do our job and not care about the fruit.
Not pull people down for little things,
Help free them and spread their wings.

If we just think of everyone as a person,
Not a sweeper, an engineer or a fireman,
If we just step out of the illusion of being superior,
Lift someone up, make lives easier.

If we look deep into our own misery,
Realize our faults and all things dreary,
Work on them and set them right,
The world would seem so very bright.

If we just try to be better than yesterday,
Work for mankind in our own sweet way
Blessings we reap from the seeds we sow,
For a happy today and a happier tomorrow.

-Divya Naik 

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Why should I be only a dentist? Why should my profession define me?  It's my foremost passion, but why must it be the only thing I am? Why should I give up a hundred other things I can do and a hundred other things I can be because I have a particular degree?
                    There is no need for a person to be one dimensional. It's kind of an instinct nowadays. Who are you? I'm XYZ, a dentist. Whenever you introduce yourself, right after your name you tell them your profession! I think to a certain extent, it's a class issue! People do it to sometimes exert their superiority. Anyway, that is not my point right now.

               I'm on a break right now. I'm done with all my exams and I'm currently not even looking to work anywhere. So I've got a lot of time on my hand to think! I have so much respect for people who give their everything to their work. Day and night, six, sometimes even seven days a week. But where is your life then? I don't know, I might just end up like them and it's not anything to be ashamed of.

                          But I dread the day I work like that and be okay with it. I dread the day when I have an opportunity to do something I love or travel or something, but I say no because I have to work. I don't want to be just a dentist. I LOVE cooking, gardening, writing, travelling, photography. Reading is like breathing to me. Why should being a dentist mean more than all these other things? When I'm working, I put my everything into it. But I'm so much more. Being a dentist is just one part of what I am.

                      This is so unlike my opinions till some months back. But I think I'm right. Maybe not for everyone. But I think it'll work for me. I don't want a day when I pick up a book and start reading and say to myself that I've missed reading so much. Why should I miss it? I can do it all the time!

              I hope I can keep this up. It's not really easy when everyone around you is working. I recently told my friend about all this and I said ' I don't want to be just a dentist!' and she replied 'What else do you want to be?' in an exasperated tone! I really don't think God intended for us to be doctors or engineers or bankers or whatever. It's us who made that classification. It'll be so sad if I'm on my deathbed thinking about what all I could've done and what all I could've seen. Okay, that was a little dramatic. Sorry! :)

So anyway, I try not to look at others. Others are doing what is right for them and I have to do what is right for me. What is the worst that could happen? I'll probably earn less. But I'll be happy. That is what it is all about right? Happiness. 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Great piece! :)
The problem with humans is that we judge too soon, ignore too much, hold too many grudges and forgive too less.

Monday, January 21, 2013

To Be Free.

I want to dance and
I want to sing.
I want to run like the wind.
I want to laugh and
I want to fly.
I want to be able to touch the sky.
I want to climb every mountain and
I want to climb every tree.
But what I want more than anything else
is to be completely and truly free.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Baby, Don't Go.

Mama, can I go out and play?
Mama please I'll be just outside,
Sunny owes me two marbles,
When you call me, I promise I'll come back inside.

Baby don't go, come here.
There are bad people outside,
Sunny has gone to his Nana's
Stay with me darling, stay inside.

Mama, can I go out and play?
I want to climb on that tree,
To the highest branch like a King,
It's the only place I feel so free.

Baby don't go come here,
The tree caught fire today.
You heard the loud boom, didn't you?
We can go out some other day.

Mama can I go out and play?
Dina hurt her knee yesterday,
I'll give her some berries, she'll love them,
Mama I just need to see if she's okay.

Baby don't go come here,
Dina's house fell down today,
We'll pluck the berries tomorrow darling,
But Dina has gone far far away.

Mama can I go out and play?
I'll follow the stream to the hill,
I'll bring home some fish like Daddy, 
Mama why are you sitting so still?

Baby don't go come here,
Daddy is visiting your sister in heaven,
We'll pray for them , the bad people
For hurting our brothers we'll pray they're forgiven.

Mama, why can't they share and love?
Didn't their mothers teach them?
Yes darling, but they've forgotten ,
They should be hanging their heads in shame.

Baby don't go come here.
I'll keep you safe and sound,
I'll fight till my last breath,
I'll hide you in that hole in the ground.

Mama, what's that noise and why is it so hot?
Mama, are those tears? are you crying?
I won't go outside I promise I promise
I'll be a good boy , I'm trying.

Baby don't go come here,
You're my angel, my heart and my soul,
The bad people are going to come soon,
I'll come back for you, baby, go hide in that hole.

Mama, where are you? Why is it so silent?
Have they gone?Can I come out ?
Maybe you can teach me that game,
I'll go to the stream and catch some trout.

Mama, don't lay on the ground, it's cold.
I'll get the mat, are you sleeping?
Mama, say something, talk to me.
Mama, Mama, why are you bleeding?

                                    - Divya Naik