Traveller at heart

If not Indian, a Gypsy!!! Thats what my heart says. Since it loves watching the sun shine in the incoming and still waters!!!

If not engineer, definitely a gypsy!! Since my heart loves to design new dotted pictures with stars, lying on wet grass, dry sand, cold ice sheets.

If not a human, a bird!!! Since I would have wings to go places which I can only imagine. To meet different picturesque locations. Since I get a chance to reach the top of cold mountains and feel the cold ice touch me.

I just love travelling!!! I think thats the one thing that turns me on more than anything. It sends an impulse through my body and I am all excited for a new adventure. May be I am born in a different location and have different dreams too, but this a dream which hits me no matter where I am.

Its like sipping your first sip of Lemon vodka. Its like first kiss, first occassion of holding hands. Its like the first walk on the wet sand at a beach. Its like the first peep through that naughty hole in the wall. Its also like the first dive in the pool on a chilly shivering morning of winter. Its like meeting a new friend whom you knew since long time!!!

Travelling is also a refreshing cold glass of lime water in the summer sun. Its like the warmth of a beautiful naked body lying next to you in the same sheets. Travelling is clinching your eyes tight when you burst a firecracker. Its the occassion of tired eyes but unsatisfied mind. Travelling is like listening to the rhythmic cowbell as herds walk in dusk, bursting the dust clouds everywhere. Its the soothing song of a river in the night as you watch the moon through darkness. Its like catching your first fish and watching it swim back in the water as you sit down to drop it. Its like the first giggle of a young child with happiness when it watches its mother. Travelling for me is like the first drop of water after a marathon in the desert. Or it is more like the fresh fragrance of a newly bought book. Its like the first breath against your skin when you are so close to that special someone that not even air can pass through.

Those untamed roads that I watch everyday as I travel in bus towards my college are like a destiny where I belong. That little curvy tributary of river, which will dry off in summer, is as intimidating as a beautiful girl whom I have never spoken to. Those shining ones above are so tempting that I can die for them. I would let go eveything if I get those colorful wings of a butterfly for a day. I wont mind walking throughout my life to reach the cold feet of a mountain which stands proudly crowned by dusky shade of clouds. That beautiful smile in the eye of a distant child is as appealing as anything in this world. I am a dreamer and I would never give up a dream but only for a moment in those lush green forests. I have so many new feelings when I am amonst the woods that I get overwhelmed. I want to hug those dry barks as they look at my smile when I walk towards them. I would kiss the sand on a beach because I want to.

The dream of watching a reflection of those tall mountains in the lake beneath is so affectionate that I can stay there forever. The small ripples which are created when the tiny waves hit the shore are the most amazing beauties ever. They are like new born babies who smile at anyone no matter how strange you are for them. The sight of the blue sky as I lie down on the wet green grass is more precious than anything. Passion is what I have for the forests and yes it is my home. The innocent tickle I feel deep within me when I go out of the shade of a huge tree into the sunshine is still worth it. Nothing can better it.

Celebrating Independence

Today is 15th August. So my first wishes to all fellow Indians, "Wish you a very Happy Independence Day". We have completed 59 years of independence from the British rule. India has seen many ups and downs in this process. The growth has been steady and the country is reaping the fruits now.
However, when woke up I had questions wishing me 'Good Morning'. "Is this the total independence? Is this what all the Indians hoped for initially? Is this all?" The questions were so bothering that I couldnt resist mentioning them here.
Well we have come a long way from the 15th August of 1947. The country has changed a lot and so have the dreams. However, the basic dream of food, shelter and roof is still unaccomplished for many. Many wake up with empty stomach and dont have anything to satisfy this basic neccessity. With money juggling in many pockets, isnt this a shameful thing? With tax payers money wasted on 'hungama's ' in parliament its a pity for common man to sleep without lunch and dinner.
Also, people are busy shopping for posh flats. They carry their shopping baskets with them all the time. The localities have got the upbeat rhythm with many new builders joining the bandwagon. However, with the rising interest rates the people have woken to a new reality. Its the time again when people will have nightmares about the insecurity of property rates. But will poor people anytime think about joining this 'run for place' race? They cant buy themselves a meal, how can they dream for moon? With security concerns rising, people are freely pointing towards the fast growing slums. Is there an alternative? Can we do something to solve this problem? Yes, why dont we bring down the slums and with the help of corporates, give a new look to poor man's living place? I know this is always suggested but is there any implementation of the same? Ask the poor Raju who lives in the largest slum of Asia.
Well, everyone says that the industries and markets are growing with unprecedented rates. Agreed. But is it solving the unemployment problem? With the Universities playing factories producing graduates the problem seem to be growing, instead of declining. The education is not reaching the grass root level. The farmers forced to suicide how do we expect the rural India to grow? Slowly but steadily people and institutions should take some concrete steps of growth. They should contribute their hearts out to make an all rounded growth a reality and not only a dream. People should take the responsibility now, as this is the right time, as the NGOs are ready to support these steps.
Lets face it, the growing India has many more dreams than making many more rich industrialists. With many of them shining in Forbes, Business Weeks and other world class lists, the common poor man of India is still at the same level as he was in 1947. Is this the sign of progressive nation? Ask the same question to a class 6th boy and he can answer it correctly. Let this be the begining of a new season, a season of overall progress. A season where everyone gets a chance to contribute to nation's success story. Lets grow together and wipe out this dependence on others. Vande Mataram!

Journey of Life

As my dear friend mentioned that people in life are like waves who come and go. Some are important and some just come to touch the shore. A great thought I say. Its very much applicable.

However, aint our life very much like a wave in the vast ocean? We start our journey to reach the beach, give some enjoyable moments to people on the beach and go back. Take some other form and perish to restart. A life in which we reflect on others their own character just like the reflection of moonlight.

Or should I say life is more like a drop in the ocean which falls from up above. The relatives, friends and love as ripples in water. We start them and get surrounded by them. There are different layers just like the concentric travelling waves. Some closer ones going away some staying constantly with us. Its just the time in our lives which make our life full of ripples.

Alternatively life can be equated to a sweet. It takes lots of effort to make it. For example lets say a delicious, colorful pastry. We take the right ingredients and in right proportion. Some people make it absolute and some end up screwing it. Some people come always to get a taste of it. Some to share their own recipe. Some just like that to do some window shopping.

Life is more than life and death. It is whatwe make it, its what we like. Its bigger than living it and when you understand this you wont repent. Its a backward journey towards a new start. Everyday in itself is a new start. A journey which everyone undertakes, some just dont reach the end point they like. Dont stop keep walking. On a tired day you may want to just let it go. But dont let the momentum down, take a step and enjoy the process of walking.