Other Qs can improve I.Qs.
Intelligence Quotient:
How able you are
in learning and retaining.
Emotional Quotient:
How aware you are
of your and others’ feelings.
Persistent Quotient:
How stable you are
to stick to the goal you donned.
Spiritual Quotient:
How strong you are
to harmonize your body and mind.
IQ. is stationary
While others are variable.
The rulers and the leaders
Are not the high I. Q. cadres, mind.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only the curious will learn and only the resolute overcome the obstacles to learning. The quest quotient has always excited me more than the intelligence quotient.
quote by Eugene S. Wilson
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Be balanced in skill
Good I.Q. makes you a scholar.
Good P.Q. makes you a champion.
Good E.Q. makes you a leader.
All in even doses make you a man.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
[personality quotient; emotional quotient}
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My P.Q. intriguing.
To untie a knot, I have no patience.
Instead, I sever it.
To stand in a queue, I have no time.
Rather, I would forego the show.
To read a novel, I have no mood.
I skip the buses crowded.
Low Persistent Quotient I have.
But it proves false in my love
For you, that persists without success,
Waiting for years, with patience..
21.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I have a high guilt quotient. A poem can go through as many as 50 or 60 drafts. It can take from a day to two years-or longer.
Head Ache
So many awaiting outside
To learn, to yearn
To flee to see..
But wasted with that demon in head
Chipping, chiseling, hammering, burning
On the whole demolishing my intelligence quotient
In multiple 'agains' cycling..
All my castles collapsed
Shame, shame
Life with that demon
Nauseated to vomit everyday
Not my fault; One-sided grip
Since the first day yond
From now of fifty years
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Celebration Of Being
A thirteen-year old heroine complains
her mother suddenly seems just gross
and embarrassing; I realised everything
seemed embarrassing to me right from
the start of my life as if I was tainted with
the low EQ - emotional quotient - of an
adolescent and am still the same today
Embarrassment about my parents and
siblings never changed; should one try
to grow up emotionally - impossible, as
one youngster sings High school never
ends, we all still compete for the same
things and fight the same bullies; some
people are wise like my colleague Hanlie
But I remain caught up in the emotional
conundrums of the past and the only way
to move forward is to concentrate on my
partner and kids where fun and laughter
change life into a celebration of being
Lois Lowry - Anastasia, Ask your Analyst
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Talking to Myself
Will I ever dance,
Or walk,
I wondered
As I looked
At my fractured foot.
How do
People like Stephen Hawking
Lead
Such fulfilling
Lives?
My
Happiness quotient
Is low
At this moment
I know
I will bounce back.
Life
Is like a sea saw,
Take this
As an
Opportunity in disguise,
To learn equipoise.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Twenty Five
A commercial
Would suggest
That our happiness
Is a quotient of power
And our misery
Is a direct reflection
Of our intellect.
I warn you:
Do not be assured
By slogans such as these
That suggest
Who
Or what you are—
Including this one.
I lie to you
As others lie to me,
And through those lies
We come to comprehend
What it means for us,
Individually,
To decipher
Our interpretation
Of a truth—
The truth becomes
Our life.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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It Happened
Born out of hate
condemned to fear from each other,
the race lives, the race dies.
The loser finds a quotient
to dig a mass grave
for innocent paeans.
My stains were bigger than you.
In no man’s land, a corpse
is lying unattended.
A terrorist strikes in the house
of god, who will not react
in the face of a massacre.
Death will not atone
the grief of a child,
whose mother did not come back.
poem by Satish Verma
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Broadcast Emotion
I like the way you set yourself goals
The blind ambition you sport like
New clothes
Theres nothing bold in the posture
You wear
Its always stunning to show you care
Youre so outspoken, the status quotient
Brought up to peak broadcast emotion
As calculated as the news is
At least youve got yourself impressed
Appropriated, the concepts you boast
You love the sound of your own voice
Youre always vocal, affecting passion
Wholesale opinions will stay in fashion
song performed by by Helmet
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~ Yum-Yum Zero n’ Nil ~
~ Yum-Yum Zero n’ Nil ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
April 14,2010
[On the eve of Poila Vaishak ~ Bengali New Year Day my humble poetic posy ~ niv]
Caution ~Tension
Panacea option
Decoction potion
Full flush fluxion.
.
Tension
High extinction
Quotient
Sure n’ Silent.
Burry in bay
Smile away.
Elision dungeon
Wallow freedom.
Bye bye
Felo-de-se
Yap yippee
Whoopee zippy
Twine tension in zappy.
Be dégagé blasé
Enjoy elegant En Masse.
Doubting still,
Your own kill
Sure then pay bill.
Yum-yum zero n’ nil
Zoom zing in zeal
Enkindle feel-free-fill.
-
Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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The Rain Song
This is the springtime of my loving-
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing-
So little warmth Ive felt before.
It isnt hard to feel me glowing-
I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles-
Flee from me keepers of the gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes
It is to you I give this tune.
Aint so hard to recognize-
These things are clear to all from
Time to time. ooooh...
Talk talk-
Ive felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go
I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so
But I know that I love you so.
These are the seasons of emotion
And like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion-
I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient-
Upon us all a little rain
Must fall.
Just a little rain?
Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah!
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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The Laughter Therapy
(I)
Every morning the ritual is the same, -
I say my prayers and take His name;
As I settle down to read the papers, –
About our politician’s famous ‘blame game’!
It is then I always hear, loud peals of laughter
from our adjacent park,
A man dedicated to laughter therapy,
With his loud guffaw and reverberating bark!
Trying to resolve this laughing mystery, -
I read several articles about Laughter Therapy!
(II)
Amongst all created things and living beings,
Man alone suffers deeply in his body, mind,
and soul;
With peals of laughter he must suppress his tears,
To balance this life and control!
Yet during those rare and supreme happy moments
of life, -
Tears are seen to well-up in our eyes!
Laughter gets mingled with our tears, -
I wonder why? !
Perhaps laughter and tears are two sides,
Of the same coin of our worldly life!
While our lacrymal glands perform this feat, -
As laughter and tears join hands to make this
life complete!
(III)
While hearty, non-ridiculing and connecting
laughter does provide,
Physiological, psychological and spiritual
benefits - on hindsight!
Laughter brings a twinkle in our eyes, destroying
our conservative reputation;
Improving our cardiovascular flexibility, increasing
our spiritual quotient!
Laughter like internal jogging, gives us an internal
massaging;
Performed both silently and rapidly beyond imagining!
Revitalizing those unexplored internal crannies –
all automatic!
Far better than all our know antibiotics!
Laughter a tranquilizer without side effects,
Releases our pent-up tension relaxing us instead!
(IV)
An optimist always laughs to forget, while a pessimist
forgets to laugh,
My man in the park is perhaps an optimist,
Who has embraced this therapy as an art!
Or perhaps that man laughs daily at the frailties of a
meaningless life,
In this life of absurdities as he adapts himself to
survive!
This laughter therapy is a tranquilizer both healthy
and free,
Perhaps that man in the park is laughing at both you
and me!
Our life becomes a tragedy for those who only feel!
But a comedy of laughter, if you pause a while to think!
So let us try to make others laugh while we try to
control our tears,
Laughing is a healing process and drives away our
fears!
Let us make a New Year’s resolution, making laughter
our altruistic mission;
Coupled with a loving and caring heart all true, -
Let this laughter as a therapy - benefit both me and
you!
poem by Raj Nandy (18 December 2008)
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Instinct, Emotional and Rational
The Instinct, the Emotional, and the Rational
Are the stages at which your mind functions,
Together or severally in variant degrees.
Hunger and survival: The Instinct springs.
Love and hate: The Emotional surges.
Right and wrong: The Rational decides.
In the game of chess, you are rational.
In the game of love, you are emotional.
In the game of sex, you are instinctual.
The Rational mind is your judge.
The Emotional mind is your advocate.
The Instinctual mind is your subject.
When judge fails, when advocate fails,
The subject spurts to save the self
Or feeds the self without fail.
The Rational abide by the codes.
The Emotional deviates from it.
The Instinct violates it.
The Rational decides how to face.
The Emotional positions the move.
But the Instinct accomplishes it.
Far sighted is the Rational.
Short sighted is the Emotional.
Blind is the Instinct.
The Instinct reels under the Emotional.
The Emotional trails behind the Rational.
The Rational strives to manage them both.
The child is more under the Instinct.
The adult is more under the Emotional.
The old is more under the Rational.
The Rational lacks vigour.
The Emotional lacks balance.
The Instinct lacks prudence.
The Rational has distant motive.
The Emotional has immediate motive.
The Instinct has instant motive.
Intellectuals are rational.
Poets and lovers are emotional.
The ignorant are instinctual.
The Rational wages cold war.
The Emotional engages in verbal war.
The Instinctual commits physical war.
You are rational in forenoon.
You are emotional in afternoon.
You are instinctual at night.
The Instinctual is skillful.
The Emotional is forceful.
The Rational is careful.
A man and a woman in a tete-a-tete,
They are outwardly rational,
Inwardly emotional and deep instinctual.
In Cricket, a low catch at slip
Is well taken by Instinct and a
Lofty one in long-on, judged and missed.
The Instinct ignites the revolt.
The Emotion fuels it.
The Rational sedates it.
By Instinct you steal.
By Emotion, you weep and laugh.
By Rational, you criticize.
The Instinct feeds your senses.
The Emotion feeds your mind.
The Rational feed your ego.
Love for food and sex is the Instinct.
Love for arts and music is emotional.
Love for fame and name is the Rational.
A man or woman is all of three.
But they will vary in degree.
20.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You shade your shadow.
When I think of moon
its waning does not come to my mind.
When I think of fish
its thorn does not come to my mind.
When I think of my longevity
its gravity does not come to my mind.
When I think of you, dear,
your lure discounts your evasiveness.
Be a tree. I want shade,
not any flower, fruit or seeds of you.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your Belief Makes It So
If you say ' I can heal' lets say
you will—your body will then obey.
For it is all about a state of mind—
it has to be sane I sincerley do find.
Your mind has to be emotionally stable
then you can affirm for which you are able.
I was lucky I got out of a funk
I am grateful I can say that much.
For oils of Dr. Gregory helped me get on track
get my mind stable and nervous system back.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Chants in a Million
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the victory that all evil shuns.
God of the mighty. God of the weak.
God is the mystery that all searchers seek.
God is the father. God is his son.
God has the power of a million plus suns.
God is the spirit glue in the gum.
God is the single. God is the sum.
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the artist whose tall tale is spun.
God is transcendence, the ghost and the spook.
God is the history that all churches spruik.
God is the father. God is his son.
And daughters are mothers to whores as to nuns.
God makes the judgement to fight the good fight:
the devils and demons that people the night.
God is the father. God is his son.
Above us he towers while we crawl in dung.
And we shall be brothers whose bonds will unite,
on the pathway to heaven, sunlit and bright.
God is the father. God is his son.
Before him we cower. Naked, undone.
The sins we would rather keep from his sight,
condemn us as cowards unworthy in flight.
God is the father. God is his son.
God defies numbers three times in one.
God will empower the pest and the blight,
to flag the dark forces that give no respite.
God is the father. God is his son.
The gifts that he showers on the faithful among
the boon of sweet laughter as his sattelite,
smile down on our errors from high holy height.
God is the question, the quip and the pun.
God is the quotient divided by none.
God is in genius. God is in dumb.
God is the single. God is the sum.
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the author where goodness is sprung.
God shall endower his word and his light,
to relieve the dull burden of man's mortal plight.
God is the father. God is his son.
God is the air we breathe in our lungs.
God is the chasm we care not to plumb.
God is the single. God is the sum.
God is the father. God is his son.
At hand is the hour; whose will must be done.
And we, as his kindling, the spark to ignite
incendary purpose to rapture's delight.
God is the father. God is his son.
God is hard nature whose conquest is won.
God is creation. May his kingdom come?
God is the single. God is the sum.
poem by David SmithWhite
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The more branches, the more the life is
If you cut the laterals, the tree grows taller.
Many leaders do not allow laterals to grow.
But there is the danger of the tree turning to a stump.
Yet the leaders refuse to learn from the legacy.
27.04.2001, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A strong body makes the mind strong. As to the species of exercises, I advise the gun. While this gives moderate exercise to the body, it gives boldness, enterprise and independence to the mind. Games played with the ball and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind. Let your gun therefore be the constant companion of your walks.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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