Writing my review no **250**, was not an easy ask for me. **For starters what should I write about, which can appeal to all? **My basic aim was that a member on reading this review should not feel ***“Oh my, I can’t understand anything in this, but since its his 250th review, let me make him happy, by putting my comment”.*** I do not want the person reading this to feel forced to give a comment, because he or she has to. And that has been the basic purpose of my reviews.
For me whether it’s review no 250 or review no 300, makes no difference. I put in the same passion and effort, for all. So my appeal to all members don’t treat this review as something special, take it like anything else which I write and put in your comments. For me the achievement does not lie in penning 250 or 1000 reviews, but if my review touches even 1 person, that would be significant for me.
Anyway for this review, I just want to reveal a hidden side of mine. I used to dabble a lot in poetry, especially in the years 2000-02. Poetry is something I love a lot, and apart from a few close people on my trust list, not many members out here, do know that I have a poetic side. I used to write poetry on a site called **boloji.com**, and was even selected as **Poet of the Week** in **July 2006**. Unfortunately I became busy with my work, and lost touch with poetry. Also the very poor response my poems got in sites like **Caferati.com** and **Poetry.com**, which had professional writers, convinced me, that while my poems might find appreciation among my friends, I had a very long way to go, before I could make it to that level. And so since then I have not written much poems.
As I am just recovering from a fever, I really cant put in much effort to pen one of my usual longish reviews. So for all of you, I am just penning a poem, which is just a recollection of some thoughts in my mind. Awaiting your bouquets, brickbats, comments and ratings.
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A thousand thoughts floating in my head,
*****What to write? And what not to write?
*****How to put my thoughts, on a piece of paper?
*****So that a commoner understands,
*****As well as a scholar.
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Questions roaming around in my head,
*****What is life? Who are we?
*****How significant are we in the vastness?
*****Questions, Questions and more Questions,
*****And no easy answers for any of them,
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At times I feel like an outsider,
*****In a world, where people are content,
*****Living in their comfortable glass bowls,
*****I keep looking outside those bowls,
*****As I see rising tides of danger,
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Why worry, be happy, say people?
*****Yes I am safe and secure, and happy,
*****As I sit in my glass bubble,
*****But for how long can I ignore.
*****Those raging waves, crashing on the walls,
*****For one day, they shall break inside.
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I see a past which has a lot of answers,
*****For the glorious future we seek,
*****But then I realize, that I am a prisoner
*****In this comfortable glass bowl of mine,
*****And I have to live my life in the bubble,
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I have to live in the present,
*****Fight for survival daily
*****In the snake pit of a world
*****I live daily to fight another day,
*****While a part of me dies slowly.
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Ok and to those who are wondering what my review title means- Er Bai Wau is Mandarin for 250, and also is a slang for a simpleton, which is what I am at the end of the day**.