A great thing in life is that it gets onto a new start the time you want to. Its like a magic wand.

Have you ever entered a cave which seems endless? It defines life with itself. Firstly, you are blind though you have eyes and you just walk through your learnings of hitting the walls. You walk to see the other end of it, but lose the purpose because you fall in love with the darkness. You can't imagine who has contributed for your last turn because you are so engrossed in the journey that the steps dont matter.

Every dark tunnel has a bright opening and it feels difficult facing the lightn as acquaintance of darkness takes over. Keep walking as that is what you are supposed to do. But, dont loose the lesson and experiment as your heart says. Reason? Only one life to experience and enjoy. Risk plays an important part and accepting one gives atleast one important lesson. Jump high. Dont worry about hitting the sky, its the limit for bare eyes, but not for mind.

Use your contacts wisely, but be wise while they use you. Walk the walk you want to, your neighbour has his own walk too. Love your time and your self. They are the only things you own. Write a new story, the way you would like to read after 20 years. You are what you are and cherish what you have got.

Beat Goes on

I fall. I swirl around with the bike being my partner as we draw a figure 8 on the road scratching the surface. Screech.... the loud noise.

Rewinding it back. We had a long night and on the way back, I suggested a cuppa tea to help my friend keep himself awake as he rides his Yamaha. We order for three cups and in that chilled out morning, when the clock was ticking at half past 5, it tasted the best tea in my lifetime as I gulp down the first drop of it. I observe as few old men try to ignite the fire with the help of papers. The wood seems to refusing to light up and someone suggests few drops of fuel and it catches fire like sun just got its first ignition kick.

As I gulp down the last sip of the tea, I watch them packing the bags for the journey back. I hurry up and kick start the bike and smile to signal that I am ready. We switch gears and start the back journey. Though tired I feel delighted by the roar of the engine and the beautiful road I conquered. Every minute I feel happy for the time we had, must be the best one in my lifetime.

I fall. I swirl around with the bike being my partner as we draw a figure 8 on the road scratching the surface. The bike refuses to let go its power and I start rolling in a fashion I never thought I could ever do. I can see the details which I see in a speed of 45 kmph. I can see the other bike going away and only thing I can do is try and control my swirling. I feel a numbness in myself and thoughts give up as if the source is gone, like a power controller switched off.

I see two strangers running in my direction and see a concern on their face as I settle down and take a look at the bike. It has been badly bruised. The tea has shown its effect and otherwise I would have been wide awake. I get up and press the clutch and the gear but it does not work, so I press the clutch and drag the bike on one of the banks of the road. I feel my vision blurred, head trying to calculate the next steps and then I hear a voice. "Are you OK?", a funny question for the situation I think. I nod and they start blaming the government for ill-maintained road. I ask for water in the most bleak voice and drink from the bottle they handed over. I gulp down a few drops and feel like giving up. I try to gather myself but then comes a sudden pain and I vomit as I feel myself losing my vision again. I feel breathless and cant gulp down the saliva. I feel like this is what people go through before they lose it all.

I observe my torn jeans, a scared hand and a badly bruised ego. I feel like I cannot move and have lost all the reserve energy. I wait patiently as a few drops wait in my eyes and then I see them returning back. He stands by the bike worried and she looks at me with a big concern. I say I am sorry for spoiling the trip. She says its all fine and its over. I hug her and feel her shivering as she tries to clear the dust and dirt from my wounds. She gives me another hug as I feel happy for surviving first of my accidents with few dents here and there. She says don't worry and I say it will go on forever in my mind.

Page Three Noises

I open the papers and with the main page I get a suppliment with some non-sense pics added on the front page. Celebs making rounds like its their new move in space.

I dont understand the importance of Page 3 in my life. Do I really get some value addition in my life with the gossips of the Who's who? Well honestly, its nothing more than a crap of paper. With the new product launches, comes some fresh pics with wierd faces, fake smiles and non-sense news. Is this leading me anywhere in my life? Certainly not.

But does that make any sense in anyones life? Well it does. Without Page 3's where would the gossips be flashed, where would the budding face appear? What would the journalists do if the Page 3 is snatched away from them? Is there a special course that they take for Page 3 journalism? If yes, what kinda subjects are taught? Just a sneak peek if they really have a specialisation in Page 3 culture. A subject about how to get a celebs atention called Celeb Skills. Another one on gossip cultivation from no fruit bearing seeds but only weeds. May be something called Gossip weeding. Another subject on fashion st(a)yles. Here they are taught what to spot and what not? If you get that. Another one on geometry, to make them understand the basic figures and how to get the perfect backless pictures.

I can only understand that a Page 3 bunch of paper is regressive. It takes me back to a life when I was just three and would understand nothing else but the pictures. That is what I do even now. Just check the pics and throw away the paper in the pile of crap. Please share your views on what is your take on Page 3?

I am your childhood

Hello.

I am your childhood. I am nothing but your past. I am everything you have even when you dont have me. I am the run you had for a kite that flew with the wind. I am the tree in front of your home whose leaves meant the seasons for you.

I am your childhood. I am the first class and the first friend. I am your first bench which had scribbled names. I am the first prank you played on your dearest friend. I am the first fight you fought for your friend. I am the first smile that sparkled and made your day. I am the first drop of rain which you tried catching in your tender palms. I am the first roar when the lights went off.

I am the first bicycle which gave you another meaning to the word freedom. I am the first call you made with those tiny little fingers to your father to say "I miss you. When would you be back? Get me a chocolate." I am the first adventure you enjoyed with your cousins in the neighbour's garden to steal some mangoes. I am the tiny feet which made you dance on a favourite note.

I am the rich fragrance of a red rose. I am the first thorn that picked on your finger. I am the first staircase where you cried since no one was home. I am the first movie on TV. I am the song of your favourite Spiderman animated series. I am the red bricked dead end of your alley. I am the first rhyme that made your family smile and hug you in return. I am the first slide of a big projector in your neighbours place, while having some serious discussion.

I am the first friend of your new school. I am the first lesson of English. I am your unmoulded self which was all receptive of new stories and experiences. I am the first beating you had from your dad after your first lie. I am your first crush in school. I am the first "Hello" to your would be girlfriend. I am the rowdy side of you which would enjoy running away after bursting crackers on a sleeping dog.

I am your past. I am your present and the future coz I am what you are. I am you.

Arms Wide Open

It was just another bump on the "dirt-kart" racing Mumbai road. The radio channel was buzzing in the background with a small disturbance now and again playing the latest track from Golmaal. The road has become more dustier which engulfs the morning myst like a Black Satan spreading its winds. Hell with it!!!

A new page which I have been waiting for that morning. The book cover reads "Fish Omnibus". I just love the simplicity and the yellow color the cover carries. It reflects the calmness of the blue ocean. I search for the page which has a turned corner and I have a sparkle of a child's eye as I start revising the last page I had read before one week!!

It says that the first stage of any journey is defined by the Attitude. A person has choices always. Even I have many. To return to the last Linkin Park video or continue measuring the words on this "alive page" or I can just stare in nothingness or think about the next deadline. Hey, why not take a great attitude with a proper choice. I will emerge a winner only when I think I can. I will reach the top of the fort when I climb the last rusted step. I can see the victory flag waiting for me only if I believe that it is there for me.

I love the positive aura people, books or nature beam out. It makes me think how can a brave young boy be a terrorist if he has had so many sources to pick the best from. He could have selected to be a pilot with the amount of focus he carries or may be a modest son earning for his family. Well there are many cirumstances that lead to death of his dreams. They carry a lot of importance since they are the turning point of his new begining. A new path will enfold all the secrets only when one walks towards it.

I remember the scene from the movie Motorcycle Diaries when the hero and his friend set for a ride around the South America and then their path change. Only for the ride they had taken, only for the hardships, hunger and fun they had faced did their life change.

A coffee vending machine stands there for you. Its you who has to decide whether to gulp two cups or just leave the cafeteria. Do you welcome choice with your "Arms wide Open"?