WWTs...

Ok fine, I don’t have any work right now. So what? I finished it well ahead of deadline and waiting for more. In the free time I was thinking about ‘WWT’ moment of yesterday. WWT? ‘What Was That?’ So thought of listing down a few so that I can come back to them sometime later in life.

· Was walking to the photo studio to get some urgent photographs for some blah blah blah. Got down from the bus and increased the volume of my iPod as the magic of ‘Matrix Reloaded’ tracks spreads in the air. While crossing the road I started feeling that in reality I am not here at this moment and I am just dreaming about the whole situation. Looked at the onlookers and saw a fair girl crossing the road, something like the programmed chick from Matrix. And then it happened. I was brought back to reality by a sudden rush of wind of a passing vehicle. It swooshed so fast that I felt like it had hit me. ‘I am here for sure and I might have realized it by the pain in my body if not for a moment. What was that?’ And that was it.
· I am enjoying the late nights. Not that I hated them. But college days had sharp 12 O’clock endings. If exams would overshadow casual theme of the system, it would get beyond 12.30 AM sometimes. Not that I am doing anything that’s helping mankind or something, but late night dose of Russell Peters or some high volume songs keep me yearning for more. It’s a good time to enjoy UEFA. Quite exciting to see the clashes of former World champions struggling to stay in the final pool of 8 teams. However, in the dreamy vision of the morning I can only think of ‘What was that?’ Another day at work knocks me down.
· I am having more of WWTs at my work. But this is not a healthy forum for them. At least for now. They are better left alone.

Good to see many good things happening in the life of my close friends. Hearty congrats to all of them. This is me signing off from this place promising that I would be back soon.

PS: Time for tea now!!! Got any WWTs? Post them. Would add them in my next post.

Sing a song

Sing for outer space, so deep inside.
Sing for your heart, an untamed flight.
Sing for yesterday, a new experience
Sing for a better future, an unknown science.

For today has all the moments,
Enough to steal, all the minds.

Sing for a better place, a beautiful sight.
Sing for a new journey, a passionate delight.
Sing for the childhood, an open heart.
Sing for a song, your own part.

For sunshine is as pleasant
as gripping your child's hand.

Sing for a glimpse, driving you crazy.
Sing for the euphoria, clear yet so hazy.
Sing for the story, a grave irony.
Sing for the climax, sing for the glory.

For sweetness in life is a precious gift,
a widespread wing, for the big hit.

Free

Not always will time stay.
Not always will the kids play.
Its the change that is blurry,
perspective makes special ordinary.

Think beyond the chains,
the world exists.
The road travels beyond senses.
let yourself be free of fences.

Pun Intended...Murphy's laws

Just ponder through the following Murphy's laws and have a great laugh at them when you remember the examples to relate them with.

If anything can go wrong, it will

If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong

If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which something can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop

Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse

Nature always sides with the hidden flaw

Everything goes wrong all at once.

In nature, nothing is ever right. Therefore, if everything is going right ... something is wrong.

It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious.

Nothing is as easy as it looks.

Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first.

A valuable dropped item will always fall into an inaccessible place (a diamond ring down the drain, for example) - or into the garbage disposal while it is running.

You will always find something in the last place you look.

The other line always moves faster.

In order to get a loan, you must first prove you don't need it.

If you fool around with a thing for very long you will screw it up.

When a broken appliance is demonstrated for the repairman, it will work perfectly.

When in doubt, mumble. When in trouble, delegate.

If you want something bad enough, chances are you won't get it.

He who angers you controls you, there-fore you have no control over your anger.

Whatever you want, you can't have, what you can have, you don't want.

With the incoming draught in peak news, Indian media has got a new way of keeping the viewer locked. However, the question is whether there is nothing significant in Indian public’s life or whether the sub-class “Politicians” has no interesting topics. Even the sponsors for these channels have money to fund these interesting clippings. Finally, the viewer has to pay directly or indirectly!!!

Its back...

And it starts raining again in the beautiful city of Mumbai. The first day started with a bang. Something like “This is Sparta” from the movie 300! With the lights flashing through the wet pane of my bus, I think how much has happened in this last year. Life has changed so much for me, you and for all. For later!!

Monsoon’s back, its like homecoming. Bigger than the time when the Indian T20 team came back and landed. Without any controversies it’s here to shine the streets. This is probably a good time to visit this part of India since its rains like ‘There’s-no-tomorrow’ and it gathers pace everyday. The evenings are spent with family or friends indoor, gazing, sipping coffee and silence. Remember the xcitement of opening your new book in the first lecture of the season? The feeling is synonymous. Its congruent and in-synch with passion of this city.

Places to visit:

1. Marine Drive on a rainy afternoon.
2. Juhu beach when its raining heavily and enjoy your unlimited serve of ‘Parathas’.
3. Any ice-cream shop when you are drenched in water and re-strapping your trousers.
4. Lonavala in the midst of clouds kissing the roads.
5. Empty local trains on a lazy afternoon with friends and catching the droplets.
6. In the kitchen where the fresh lot of ‘Mirchi-bhajiyas’ are made.
7. On the rear seat of a bike singing songs.

Its an awesome time to enjoy an awesome town. Are you game?

Quest for perfection

Life has become more of a thirst for perfection. No matter where you go your eyes want perfection in everything they observe. Nothing wrong you will say.

My point is by searching only for a perfect companion, perfect music, perfect home and perfect job we are losing any scope of indulgence in creativity. We keep our thoughts beamed through the glass of other's vision and what they would consider as perfect. We drink the beer holding the glass in a perfect way thus losing an opportunity to discover a new style. Our word selection is perfect, thus obstructing the flow of a poetry. When we hear the hero say "Perfection ko improve karna mushkil hain" (It is difficult to improve perfection) we cannot stop ourselves saying Cool. We calculate perfectly how many words to say even when we are talking with our companion and thus avoid adding a new dimension to the whole process of companionship.

I am not against perfection. Someone had said "Work done 97% perfectly is good enough to start a new one". However, in a rush to prove, to impress or to grow we select dream of perfection over dream of creativity. Just imagine how the world would be if everything is perfect? Yeah it will be perfect!! But then will it be fun? Will you be able to give an excuse of getting late because of a traffic jam? Will you love the sweet made by the nukkad halwaai over your mother's blend of creativity? Its not such a tough thing if you look at the bigger picture. You might impress hundreds but forget to diversify your own skills and limit experiences. Its up for grabs, take it or leave it. Why am I searching for a perfect ending to this thought process?

Open page...

Have you ever felt that what you read, listened to or watched could easily have been your thoughts? Something that comes naturally to you is presented in a precisely similar way?

Well, that's the time you feel that the whole story was there, right in front of you. For a time longer than you can ever imagine. It was a sketched image of a bridge which would have linked two diverse banks of reality. All that was needed was some time with the thought.

Thoughts are the most that we live with. We are nothing but thoughts and we don't give them enough time. Why? Now here I can have a long list of 1023 reasons. However, once the thought is taken up by someone its no longer yours though it might own you for an eternity. Its so disturbing for a few people when thoughts are mis-used by someone for they are being mis-used is the inner-feeling.

Ponder well on what you are thinking and give your sub-conscious thoughts a good amount of time. As imprinted in 'The Alchemist' sub-conscious has the power to make the whole Universe conspire for you. So thoughts you are and thoughts are re-born but tapping the energy and life is what makes them come alive, forever.

Something precious

Once you have the skill of feeling things that other person is describing, life becomes more than a reality. You can enjoy life on a different canvass and enjoy the dripping drops of moments to a greater extent. The shivers, thuds, goose bumps, texture of things and feel of surrounding environment transforms life. Its better to live life like this so as to enjoy life's offerings more than the reality.

I am glad we are walking this distance together. For not many people have people close to their heart, never let go of this established thread. Else what will remain will be the ash of moments we shared and though ash makes glass, its after the essence has perished to the last atom of its existence.

Just hold hands and enjoy the rhythm music offers for thats happening, its all real.

Time came calling

And then the time came calling.
When it was a normal day, just stalling.
For I never had thought of this day as mine.
I always cared for it cheaper than the petty old dime.

When the days came, I enjoyed life as it came.
Postponing worries for the last rains, woes.
And then when I stared back in darkness
I saw loneliness and the beast’s soldiers.

Draped in shadows in their black veils, they
charged for they were His messengers finding my way.
They looked in my eyes and I saw both angel and demon.
Wait was a cancer and I couldn’t wait to be One.

The ripened time had gone sour and I was Trojaned.
To hold its arm as if it was my lover’s.
I held it tightly, close to me like never before
For death came visiting and the day was mine.

Fading shades of Nostalgia

The emotional urge of visiting and re-visiting the past is so strongly needled in our tattooed brains that we just drag ourselves in the dungeons of illusions. The colors of happiness, success, love, pain, wrath and fear linger in the hearts, for the past has so many different window panes to see through. The tall buildings built on the pillars of memoirs are surely the best architectural witnesses of our choices. Remember the dome of security that you had carved with the chisel of love? It still stands and show me the colors you got for the evening!!

The hurled stone in the water still has ripples to be offered which can quake the reality of your world. The stamped coin lying on the train track is still hot by the heat and friction and has the fragrance of the early morning. The climbing hill still has the same gradient in your mind that it had when you got scarred as you fell down. The dark clouds, the floating logs, twisting and hugging leaves, the wet scent of first rains, little steps of your sibling, story with happy endings and the pregnant mango tree are still engraved in some corner of your mind, ready to be unleashed. The settled dust on the past is just like the magic casted by a magician on a childish summer afternoon. All it takes is a brush and a mind of child and not any great archaeologist.

The dashboard of forgotten fantasies still blinks high in the dark night and it has so much to add to. The crooked finger of your grandpa which you held more tightly than your dropping candy on a summer afternoon can never be forgotten. Angry voices in your head when you were torn between your head and heart as a child, still emerge through the grey clouds of youth. Fear of losing those you loved most is still as gripping as the memory of a train blast.

Though the past has so much to offer, it becomes necessary to move on. For the present holds so many promises for a new future just like a beautiful virgin lady. Though the taste of your grandma's recipe is still deliciously tasty what your future offers is what you can have. For by-gones are by-gones. Holes on a sea shore, whirlpools in the water, casted shadows on a dark night, early morning light in the winter. Blind alleys in a new town, first page of a new handbook, impression of the wooden ruler, chalk dust in eyes, demanding friends, stomach-aching laughter are all yours just like pillars of a dome.

After B comes C

Ok! I know the title would be looked as a something like red umbrella on a summer morning. But its quite apt if you think of it. And I am surely not talking about elementary English or B schools here.

I had been a great follower of the Canadian romantic singer BAD (Bryan Adams). Not that I have stopped listening to his great compositions which start from climbing Empire State to Running the night to get back to the lover. Its just that I have added another flavor of a band called as Coldplay. Some people will say that they don't sing well, I cant agree more for a few songs but the words that they color their songs with are like a blessing in disguise. You can so easily connect with them that you feel like you could have written something similar.

Yellow is one such song. The lyrics give goose bumps difficult to keep to yourself. When I heard the simple yet profound words like 'I drew a line, I drew a line for you,..., and it was all Yellow' I was lost in the beauty of simplicity. The strumming of strings is so evident that you feel the vibrations and if you have seen the video you remember the changing background as the song progresses. Feels like remembering your first morning after somebody said 'Yes' to you, rays entering your window and the warmth they bring on a winter morning. However simple an idea is, if put across better it can surely 'turn into something beautiful'.

Happened to watch the video of 'In my place' today. Again an example of how the band is gaining popularity. Just watching the mellowed Whiteness in the room is so appealing. Clouds walking through the crack of your door, occupying the space, feeling the emptiness with sheer love. The pain in the voice singing 'Crossed lines that I shouldn't have crossed' is as shrilling as the noise of a hammering nail. Something scratching against your window but you like it for the pain it imparts in the evening orange. 'Come back and sing it to me' is what your heart will sing out when the music pauses just before the lines start.

X & Y, is another master-piece, literally. You will say its very painful. Yes it is but the desperation to stop the ticking bomb exploding is evident in the wordings and approach for it is AWESOME. Music again wins hands down. You will have the same feeling of 'Vertigo from U2' just that it wont be as loud. A perfect song on a Sunday morning with nothing but your bike to accompany you. Ok, thanks for reminding me again that I don't have one. :)

Every song gives a feeling of floating in the pool when the rains falling in your eyes. Something like poking ray on a Saturday afternoon, straight through the drapes on the window. I am sure that with every dropping second the fan following of this band is growing leaps and 'Ka-chings'. But they deserve every penny of a sensitive fella on the street. Complete 'Paisa-Vasool'.

PS: Watch the video of 'Don't Panic'.

From the movie...

Movie Name: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Words: Sand is overrated.It's just tiny little rocks.

Richard Bach in ILLUSIONS

There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands.
You seek problems because you need their gifts.

A Fight Within..

I am fighting with myself, fighting for you.
Fighting the dark clouds surrounding my mind.

I am fighting myself, fighting for dreams.
Fighting the fight till my end.

I am fighting with myself, fighting for peace.
Fighting the wind that toppled the king's empire.

I am fighting with time, fighting to win myself back.
I feel like a soldier pulled in a battle to be killed.

I am fighting your words deep in my head.
For they go deeper than the core.

I fight the dark shadows in my dreams.
Its evil to keep up this fight.

Your smile reflect the smiles in my thoughts.
I fight them in the dark room of being me.

I fight the fight that we fought.
I am tired of it all, staring back within.

Sprinkled orange...

Beautiful morning besides the sea. Colored orange
dancing towards the shore, like a child after a long trip.
Murky aroma on a beautiful morning, a distant dream.
Rediscovering the discovered of a beautiful morning.

Rocky mountains guarding the beauty, for the eyes of
beholder. Just for the moments, special ones.
Reading the dancing steps of your kid when she looks
into your eyes through the maze of early morning.

The soothing touch of warm breeze, as you taste
salt on your lover’s arms. Tracing the starry night
you welcome the morning, so carefree.
This is surely the journey you so wished for.

Watching the eyes fight the morning rays, quivering.
Smiling as you hold arms, making the hearts beat.
Dreaming dreams with open eyes, beholding tightly.
This is the perfect morning for lives to come.

My dear blog

I have been travelling at a break neck speed in this journey of life. Occupied, ripped, delighted, cared for, loved, hated and more of that. I guess that's how everyone transits through this planet. Its nothing unique or something I can/ should boast about. However, I realised that everything has taken a toll on my writing. It suffered a lot, my bad (I learned this phrase from a dear friend and liked it).

I will henceforth try and visit my blog daily and provide it the nourishment it needs. Love the blank pages held in my hand for they have so much to offer, so much to explore.

Black Lights and you.

Unspoken words paint the ceiling blue.
Desire of holding you close drives the move.
Losing patience, counting breaths, shallower!!!

Yesterday was just another day, another fight.
Something that dragged you out of sight.
Fears of losing the dropping sand, forever!!!

Painted dreams, fading reality as you walk out.
All that makes my day is you, without a doubt.
Running the miles to be with you, happy murmur!!!

Setting Sun painting the waves orange and the horizon.
Giving up their identity to be together, one.
Listening to the tunes of the songs, tapping my feet. Gripper!!!

Dancing fingers, exploring through the black light. Killing
the distance as I pull you closer. For I longed my existence.
For you I have travelled nights, wanting to make this real!!!

Wet wrinkles...

Comforting the clouds, as they turn grey

another morning with hazy dreams in mind

Sharing smiles around the corner, as I walk

out of bedroom with beautiful frames.

Catching time, dropping rains, sinking rhythms

soaking clothes, wet wrinkles on your beautiful fingers.

Closed boundaries on the corner of your eyes

as you search for me on the bed's linen.

Engraved love on your shoulder, red.

Goose bumps as I touch your tender skin.

Smiles take my breath away on those special occasions.

Laughter coating the moments sweet, memoirs.

Dawns spent in your company, are colorful rainbows.

Bulging heartbeats, losing breath, fighting survival.

Blaming the sun rays as they would steal you away

coz I want you to stay. You are mine, only mine.

Creeping jealousy as wind dares touch you

but then love the way your hair curl to its tunes.

Trusting instincts as I hold you close, shopping moments

as eyes stare at my moves, to hold you closer, for ever.

only good is bad

In a small village there lived a saint. He earned a reputation of being good even to the bad ones. People respected him for his patience and sanity.

Once a wealthy man of the village invited the saint for a meal. Reluctant earlier, the saint had a desire to indulge in sweet taste. He told the rich man that he would pay a visit only if served sweet food to which the rich man agreed.

The day arrived. The saint smiled and started his journey towards the home of the rich man. On knocking his door he was welcomed with a sweet smile and this delighted the saint. As he washed his hands his meal was served and he started consuming the first round of delicacies. He finished the first serve in a matter of few minutes and was instantly offered some more. He enjoyed the second serve with a smile and thought why he had refrained himself from this for so long. At the end of the fifth serve he ordered the rich man to stop making sweets for him but managed to eat the sixth time.

The saint was found dead in his hut the next day for overconsumption of sugar.

Lesson: Too much of anything is bad, even good. Only when you taste bitterwill you respect sweet.

Excerpts from the book Illusions by Richard Bach

The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while, and watch your answers change.

The Last Dream!!!

Walking the empty path
I see a Goblin, staring back at me.
It smiles for I had none
pitiful it offered me some

I had a life, cannot be left behind
Though for the stars it’s over
it’s what I live for,
For even a dark cloud has a shining ray.

It walks me into a distance
where all my thoughts are alive.
My arms stretch to touch yours,
the feeling I could die for.

Forgetting the past, I start living.
For you were with me, on the edge
hiding all the bruises behind the shadows
We gather pace, forever!!

But there was no Goblin,
No ones hand to clinch!!!
It was just another night,
and just another dream.

Moon in the dark

The moon drifted tonight
for it was red, with anger.
It had clouds all over
to hide its true face.

When I got closer, it jerked.
Giving a look that was stern.
I gathered patience to look back
for even I was a simple being.

I asked the moon "How it was?"
It looked, ignored and went away.
Today was just the third night
but then how come it was 15th?

Land beyond!!!

Its just another day, in the small town of Re. The town merged with happiness and cheerfulness of yesterday's victory over Ramogh, was deep asleep. Every soul was dreaming of the bigger years ahead.

The gripping fingers of Tad were examining the rough surface of the wooden stick in his hand. He was among those people who wanted to breathe in the morning myst of victory. His eyes stared in distance and revisited his childhood when he used to run like a free soul. He got up and started walking, lost in thoughts about his father who had left never to return. His hunger to find his own father died when he realised how it is like to be a father.

He had married the most beautiful girl in 50 villages around and she liked him too. She liked him for he was as patient as a crane and yet very watchful and understanding. He was deeply in love with her eyes, for they reminded him of rains and the unending smiles. She loved his cheerfulness and presence in her world. He had never imagined her to be so beautiful, so sensuous and motherly. Her thoughts of perfect love were re-christined 'Tad'.

They were so passionate about each other's presence that they would walk long distances to exchange a few glances. Watching her walk towards him would give him a new zeal to conquer the world for her. Her shyness and smiles were a perfect mix of seduction and he had only dreamt of the moves she had conquered. Her aroma was so breathtaking that he forgot to breathe in his next one and fainted.

Once when they met on their spot in the jungle, they had a visitor; a 6 feet jackal waiting for its young prey. He attacked Tad, but Tad's fighting skills came into play before even he came to know. His muscular arm was bruised in the fight but he had managed to keep the jackal away from his love. The jackal ran away tired and Tad was welcome in the arms for whom he had fought. She took care of him like her child and was so proud of her choice, she cleaned the bruise and felt so much wanted that she cried.

His walk today was of a leader who had won a fight for his motherland. Every woman in the town would have been a proud mother if Tad was her child. He stared in distance over his own hut that had trees all around.

Whispering Mirror!!!

Just passed the alley again
it was waiting for me,
the pick of the day was there,
It was a mirror in the alley.

I was eager to peep in the reflection
of time, of life and of the alley
Had time spelled a spell on me
difficult to break through or not yet?

Feeling the suffocation of the alley
I starting moving the open canvass
A hand pulled me back from the mirror
it was me, right in my face!!

I wanted to leave and asked for a leave
It rejected like it owned me, it did
But why now, what was in for me?
I gulped down the rising pressure

It blinked, held me tighter, a demon
was about to swallow me, it grew
darker than night and it came out
like a door had opened!!!

It told me, I am you, you from past
you from future and you now
All that has changed is the mirror
or your perception towards me!!!

Shocked, my shoes moved again like
there was no tomorrow, haunted!!!
I looked back and it smiled on me
I loved the gripping experience and the alley!!!

I visited the alley again, for today was new.
I saw nothing, but the crap lying lonely
it floated up and down in the corner
where I had found myself!!!

Home coming!!!

Here I come back again,
though my walk falters
and my fingers tremble
its coming back home

I have walked the empty streets
where words are sold off the shelf
it’s the path that sheds relations
and I longed for your touch

The painting hung on the wall
cries the rivers, fires the peeling color
It sends jitters down my spine
It separates the two worlds

The walk gets tiring as I take a step
the pillars standing are by gone
the fields have gone barren
I wanted this to happen ever long

The wait is over, words dried pasted
Back on the wall, sinking the shades
of pain, agony and fear
Its like coming home!!!

Moonlit

The rags of the sky were resentful
for the night had stolen their moon
The stars wept the night long
for they were left alone

The owls howled, the trees croaked
the wind swept the ground away
As the night entered again, it came
with the birth of a new moon

The rags started loving the moon more
this time for they knew, that once gone
is not forever, once dropped is not
the end of time, but a beginning

The silence was broken, the stars smiled
the wind brought the mighty times
Love was the winner and it won it all
For every winner gets up after a fall

Dreams!!!

His spectacles stared at the Sun
It was long that he had waited
Waited for the train to arrive
It had come, all alone!

He had many dreams wrapped
Tied to the wooden chair
The papers had dispersed
Just like kids, in the evening

His stories written on the wall
Stared back hauntingly
He had forgotten to let them free
Free to be empty again

His eyes blurred as he saw
The train returning all empty
The spectacles touched the ground
Dreams was all he had!!!

Windy Street!!!

He lay on the ground, eyes closed
I had seen him doing the same
His soul was at peace all the time
and he closed his eyes, tightly.
For the fear that he might lose it
for the fear that the moment would be gone
Gone no where, forever!!!

He held himself close, not to lose
himself cause he might have lost enough
enough to count his life on, memoirs.
His hands rocked, to signal the wind
for it belonged to him, as promised
he comes back the next day
and turns the key of wind, life!!!

He smiled today, at whom, for what?
but he was alive, from his grief
for a moment he became happiness.
He was thoughtful, concerned as ever
for he had to start the life once again
he swayed his hands again and so did the wind!!!

The walk, the song and me...

Walking on the freeway, singing a song
the phone rings its you again.
The song skips a line, it wasnt there
or was it, cause I loved it that way!

My eyes are open, watching a dream
there is a part of me thats deep within.
My eyes skip a ray of light
cause you looked into my eyes

The drenched look the cloud had
creases of the lightening unbalancing darkness
The air here is so full of life, the cliff
was the place I belonged to

Looking out of the window is a part of me
looking in deep within, tainted glass reflects
Sunshine is out again for it was never bottled up
cause clouds had a story to tell

Life is so beautiful on the cliff, my cliff!!!

Are you Ready?

'Who am I ?', I asked the originator.

He replied you are a dummy sent on a planet just to play a game called life. You have been granted senses for you have excelled in your earlier performances on other planets. You will have many strings attached to limit your movement viz. relations, testing conditions, etc. They are the hurdles that govern every stage that you live in. You can either escape the hurdles or you can jump over them and win a star in your roll. You have to make choices to make yourself a better player.

I will mend the game so as to make the game tougher at different levels. You will have only one life to make it to the end and as per the choice you make your results would vary. Its just like living in parallel universe. You will meet other robots on the way who will stay with you for sometime of your journey. You can avail some benefits from other players if they opt for it.
The game ends and starts at my orders. You have won earlier levels. Are you ready for the next one?

Push "PLAY" to start.

By the...

The shades just got transparent

the orange turned darker

and as the night is about to fall

the waters shine sparkles!

The trees sway with the wind

holding hands is a ritual

but as they travel leaves drop by

forever, lost in the transition!

The wet rocks echo the croaks

the swing of waves bathe them

for they have waited the long day

love, for the waves!

I sit on a rock, watching the game

everyday its the same

morning comes and day goes

waiting, waiting for the rains!!

Smiles and Shades

When the stars fade with time

and the trees shed their leaves

When the roads get painful

and the fingers last to curl around

When the rivers sing their stories

and the drops bring freedom

When the clouds break the barriers

and the moon peep through them

When the heart skips a beat

and I miss you like never before

Just say you will be there

and smile for me

When the eyes stop pondering

in the distance for anyone

and they just want your sight

before time knocks the door

When names lose their importance

and faces are your reminders

When the love is only feeling

I have deep within, hold me tight.

Time for Introspection

I remember that I had mentioned in the second post of this blog about my feelings last year about 15th Aug and 59 years of independence. I was rather blatant in saying that corporate sector had a big role and so did the government.

Now after a year has passed and I see that how wrong I was. It’s not for the corporate sector and government to improve situations around for public but for the public itself to identify their hidden talent and improve them. This would serve two purposes. Firstly, this would shift the decision making power from absolute zero to more responsible people. Secondly, it would give more confidence to people working on it and make them aware of their strengths and areas of improvement.

Having said this, how much have I worked for social upbringing? I could have gone and taught at least one child and made him ready for the future, so that he would take care of his family. Or I could have helped people in arranging for the medicines required by collecting money from those acquaintances who would be on the other side. I could have done so many things. I hope I do it now since I realize the importance of it.

Just Another Lemon Tree

I walked through the garden which had been my secret partner for I dont know how long. The dry leaves knit carpet on the garden road was as beautiful as in every winter. The color of the leaves hanging on the tree was changing to a brownish shade, the grip just loosening from the branches. The flowers had long disappeared and all that remained were memories.

Every step was taking me closer to my best friend, who knew all my secrets. My first crush, my first beating at home, my first prank on mother and every other story in thick and thin was written on the pages of our friendship. He never spoke a word, just stood still and waved when I was happy and shed leaves when I lost my patience. My friend was like my shelter for every rain who would protect me from the thunderstorm which threatened every base of my life.

As I came closer to my favorite lemon tree it spread its arms to hold me close. It had shown me the care I always dreamt of, just being there was enough for me. I lifted my head and smiled and said my warm 'Hello's to my dear one. It smiled back and swayed with the wind. I was so happy that day since I had achieved my dream. I had lived that complete day just for myself. Till now every moment was captivated with the soulful thoughts of others and today I had my life, just my own to live.

I spent the day with few of my old friends, who had walked all the way to meet me with their walking sticks and they smiled at me. That was enough to fill me to the core, to give justice to all the past nightmares. I walked another mile to meet my family. I saw a happy family with my sweet grand-daughter brushing her forehead hair and came running towards me. Her soft tender fingers gripped mine, as we walked towards my daughter. She waved at me and looked at her happy daughter. We spent more than two hours talking about the past and the future and she had to live for her classes. She had completed her PHD and taught at the top Univ in the area.

I walked back towards my house. As I opened the door I saw the walls I had seen on the first day when I had shifted here with my wife. It was a moment of pride and joy, pride of having the gift for life in the form of my wife and joy for she had liked the colors I had spent hours on, for the very moment. As we walked our first step she held my hand and kissed passionately, that was her way of saying 'Thank-You for everything'. I loved her so much. Her dreams had given me wings and I never looked back and I had achieved so much in so little time.

As I turned and closed the door of my room, I was welcomed by my OLD DIARIES and they were so happy for me being there, back with their company to revisit the moments I had thought were important. Like the time my little daughter had sang her first song, dancing to its tunes and rocked her hair. Or the time when I had bought my first car and the ride we had the other evening, ripping through the dawn till it was pitch black. Life has been so kind to me.

I walked out towards my best friend. It was a heavy walk towards the end of the park.

Spider casts the web

I was watching the show before they were even thinking of it. I was on the other side of the set of an medieval village, the carts had been made to threaten anyone. It carried loads of pain and anger on it and no one could identify the purpose. The wooden spokes painted shining blackish-red with mud kissing the edges.

The king was not the regular good king and had a witty sense of hatred and his way of expressing was just blooming by each passing day. His wives should have loved what he was the last day but he was changing with every moment. His reactions for everything were getting worse for no reason and he was in no mood to react or analyse. He was turning into devil.

The fort was painted with black stones, something like caves worn out by the dropping rains. The small insects crawling and surmounting its inch were using their legs most efficiently as if they were working for a purpose. Their eyes were just observing the movements around very minutely. The lizards were patiently watching this game and cleaning themselves for the approaching feasts. Their eyes glued on the slippery walls which the insects were crawling on.

The iron around was reacting with oxygen and turning red and adding to the effect of the lighting, a great picture was developing right beneath my nose. How can I be so ignorant??

Dreams...

I was walking on the cleanest beaches that my life could offer. It had been a sunny day, just another sunny day. I was watching at the lone, pure and untouched grains of sand; life was so much simple and beautiful in the mind of the grains, I thought. I could feel the grains kissing my bare feet as I walked and get picked up and displaced, shining and happy. The view that location had to offer was the best my human eyes had ever witnessed. I was holding hands of the crazy, kiddish wind as it danced its way, touching all corners of me inside out.

I bent down. Why? I saw an ugly rock dropped on that soft sand. Was wondering what was the destiny of that rock and what had brought it here. May be just another kid who threw it here or a lover had thrown it in the ocean while competing and laughing with his lover and the surfy waves just got it here. It was just lying there on that sunny day, as if this is what it always wanted to do. Just be there and stare around or be itself.

It was an ugly ovular but not oval, circular but not round kind of thing. Hope you got what I want to convey here. I felt it with my fingers and it was rough on the surface and smoother on the corners. My eyes gazed the details it had to offer. There were serrations, mountains and valleys, some moon craters and some pimples on a beautiful face. It smiled back at me.

I was falling in love with the moment and that stone. I looked around and was astonished about my luck and couldn't believe what I had just seen. There was a pearl lying on the sand, waiting for the observer; since people just are so lost that they don't look at the things closest till they are lost. I walked towards it and observed the curves, shine and the beauty of that pearl. I liked it for the first few moments. It had its own story to tell.

"Which one would you pick? An ugly stone or the pearl?" asked the fairy mother.

Another instant in life which would be termed as perfect, I thought. I looked straight at her deep eyes and just enjoyed that sight for a moment. Coming back to senses I thought about the choices.

"If only life was so simple and choices so easy to pluck. I would rather walk now." I replied smiling as an innocent child.

I looked up. Smiled. Thanked God and kept walking. I slided my hand in the left pocket and I was shocked to find the ugly love of mine. I smiled as I rubbed my eyes and got up.

Dry Weekend??

I remember weekends were the most awaited phase of the week, from my college days . I would peel off the other days just to have some moments of rest. Rest from work, rest from thoughts, rest from rest of the world. Though that was always was the top thing on my scheduler I remember most of the weekends were spent with friends, deep in woods or searching for a place to sit and have a cup of coffee or planning a night out.

Sudden stop!! That's life. It has come to a standstill today. I wake up and I have no plans to meet anyone and enjoy. I have no bike ride awaiting me nor a beach to leave our footprints. I used to enjoy the college weekends the most. They were mostly spent in family or woods. Family? Yes I had a close friend whose family was so inviting that I couldnt resist being a part of them and yes the lovely food his mother used to cook for us. Still miss the yummy food and the fun. Otherwise we used to go and spend the time at the lake where we had made a friendship point and would go swimming just to enjoy the feeling of water.

Else pick the bicycles and go through the muddy and 'open-armed' roads of the villages circling around the wheat farms. The swaying of the crops, the sweet melodies of the birds and the rhymes sung by the water, superb. It was The Unknown that would make me go faster than the rest of the lot, shouting out loud may be to scare away the bad spirits. I used to sing songs and enjoy the beauty, simply loving the brushing winds. Nothing can beat a lunch in the cane farms after a bicycle ride of 7-8 kms. Total life, simple life, life.

I remember the kiddish look on my friends face when we pulled their legs and ganged them up. I was the prey too, but not quite often, may be I am a scary old man!!! Remember the weekend around Nagpur spent in the open wild with no protective equipment. The dark night was the queen and we were the tax payers. Dont know for how long I will visit the journey in my mind, a true fun that life is. Full of uncertainities, laughter, darkness, moon lit night and life.

I miss all you friends out there!!! You people simply rock guys!!!

Life...so easy

Have you ever wondered what has attracted towards a person?

It might not be the talks and the big names attached but just small gestures. A smile, a deep glance for a fraction of second, style of holding things and the dart is on the target.

Life is so simple when it comes to decoding the informal speech. Just have to be observant and understanding for grabbing the attention. You need to know which cards to play and you have your man/ woman. Most of the marketing tools must be based on the same. During a stint of one week of marketing job I had observed my senior doing the same. The way he would greet, voice modulation and his approach while departing were simply perfect. He was named manager after his experience of 8 months with the firm.

Sometimes the temperature can be changed by just the gestures and without any words exchanged result change. so be observant towards these things in life and win over. Remember that innocent kid smiling back at you and waving his hand in the mall and you just smiled your heart out.

Polished Words

Wonder what words were invented for?

* May be to communicate the feelings clearly and effectively.

What are they used for?

* Impressing people.

No harm in it. But when genuine words are used just to create a false cloud around people or thoughts its very bothering. Bothering since they are nothing more than dressed puppets, lifeless, meaningless. They do no benefit but harm.

Why do people use them as a sugar-coat?

Some people want to impress others so badly that they forget the very purpose of communication and get lost in the myst.

I can feel nothing more than pity for these kind of people who build castles in others mind and don't care if other person already knows the reality. Dragging for sometime is bearable but forever?

PS: Forgive me guys if this was blunt but I wanted to express this somewhere and this is a more meaningful forum for that.

One for me!!!

Life is so astonishing. Every time you think you have lost the choices, it offers you more. Two choices for every moment. Pick one and add a new journey or enter a new alley. Every time I feel lost, I wonder what went wrong and it offers me the answer. Choice or the walk.

Every alley has its defined rules and they hold true for every traveller but might have different edges. For small feet, the same alley can be a wonder place where he can find a box full of magic tricks, hidden by the great magician from the world. For college love, the alley might be a hideout with his love and a reason to live every moment more passionately. For an old stick, the place might be full of nostalgia. Memoirs of the beautiful evenings, animated talks and cuppa tea.

Giving up is an easy choice. Many people use that as an excuse and an effective solution. Surmounting the cliff is the path less travelled, more full of adventures, new experiences to share on the way back. More scars on body for others to question about and greater opportunities to woo people. Its merciless. Its killing. The air on the way up can throw you off the edgy uphills. But whats life without risks?

Strange when people say that they have settled down. For me it defines death. Being settled? Life is so uncertain that it itself is shocked by the development from the wrinkles it has and they are as important as light in a dark, small tunnel which smell of last beast it sheltered. Don't they find it fascinating to check what lies beyond the darkness, beyond thoughts.

The feeling of lifelessness is like sitting besides the train track and waiting for the train to pass. You know it will, but still wait for long just to feel the friction. Feel the scratching and jerks inside your head like clinching teeth together. The growing beats with the incoming thud of the train. Deeper breaths, shivering hands. Ain't this even the person who has lost everything and waiting for the train to free him, feeling deep inside. What makes him to overcome this fear and knock the door fearlessness?

Life is a single experience which you will miss and you know for yourself how. No one can define it perfectly for you. You had your share, I had mine. We made our choices and tasting the delicacies we cooked for us. Whats there to repent, or rejuvenate but the journey towards the lighthouse? Reaching on the top is just for the moment but what we own at the end is the journey and its memories. As a friend quotes from a movie, Finding Nemo, "Keep Swimming". That's what you are here for. Enjoy every stroke towards the shore and don't worry for the wrong ones.

Walk through the Streets!!!

Its a Sunday morning!! Streets wet and no one else, than dogs, on the streets!! The walk is like discovering a new scattered Pandora of emotions!!

I watch the small barred windows through the red bricked walls. The red color peeling off the bars like pastel colors giving off the colored glass!!! I remember the small fingers curling around them, after a fight with mother unless she would come and lift the little one. He fighting not to leave and she fighting to hug him.

The old trees greet the passers by as if old friends!!! Their leaves flashing, hanging and signifying life in different shades!! Their bark getting bigger as my Grandpa's belly. I remember my Grandma shouting and teasing him for the big tummy. She would invain try to wake him and force him for walk and catch him after two days eating "Chat" around the corner. A great relation, like old pickle.

The falling wall of my neighbourhood home has been a regular feature now. Even my friends have stopped questioning if someone stays there!! I remember the kids running, climbing the stairs of that old mansion. That place had my favorite hiding place. A place that would give me the guarantee that I would be the last one found in the game!! A great companion during the not-so-good moments. I wonder what will happen to it and how it has managed surviving without me?

The blind curve at the end of the street was like a spot from where we would leave hands and walk like good kids. Off course we were good and all but holding hands is still a No-No with elder ones around. The touch that I would crave through out the day just to be with for few moments. The pinches that my hands would have to suffer when she saw me feasting otherwise!!! You know what I mean :) . All those daily talks, smiles, fights and small things which would mean the world are a passe now!!

Streets are much more than the roads that join one place to other. They are the place where you can easily spot your childhood when you see a dad picking his son when he has fallen down, a girl taking a breath after a continuous talk with her mother. Time goes by but what remains are the beautiful memories. An inseparable part of being what I am !! So happy to have all of them for existence!!

Role Play: Consumer

I am born. I start my school. Shift to college. Work in the industry. Have my family. I grow old and journey ends.

Is this what I am here for? Do I only want to be a consumer on this planet? No. I want to contribute. I want to change the world around, if I dont my children have to breathe again in the same surroundings. I want to start walking in this world where people only walk to meet ends. Life must be more than that, agree?

Lets join hands and make this a better place, where people really want to live. Are you game?

Myriad of thoughts

The space my brain covers in this entire universe must be equal to zero. However, its more powerful than the greatest supercomputer. As every powerhouse, it needs some oiling day in and day out.

At this moment I feel lost in a trance. A trance of thoughts which jump in and out, they just keep flashing from nowhere and I enjoy their company. I feel like a space traveller, travelling through the gigantic orbits of space in search of higher energy levels. The canvas it paints on appears all blank and the excitement of finding a blank sheet to define my thoughts is equally strong as to a kids finding. It feeds itself with the vast, glossy, complex yet simple, curvy yet straight, voids full of beauty. Trance is what I love and I cherish. But at this moment, in an unwanted place?? It is difficult to control and I am all lost in it.

" As I look out of my spaceship I can see the vast docking stations, elongated diamonds with arms opening up to welcome the incoming ship. The word magnificent would be an understatement to the vast space. I had a great journey back from the new planet. I had defined and stitched some new facets to my life. The planet was beautifully designed, as if a wood carving, a fresh moulded brain. The 'Glial Cell' like spread provided the channel to commute. The water coat it had acted like a shock absorber and insulated the space from air shocks which acted as forms of destruction. It was a planet full of life and it was alive.

I look at my spaceship as I get down and walk towards the exit. Its scarred and dusted with the shocks I had to face as I entered the docking station, a routine. I ordered a complete new coat of colours as I paid through my universal data transfer kit. It was the most powerful finding after the computers. It could be used for any kind of data transfer from any part of universe and required a fifteen digit code. The first five numerals denoted the planet card user belonged to, next three the galaxy number and rest of the numbers were Unique Identity Pin (UIP). Mine was AX0054M. Every letter denoted something, a powerful code indeed.

I feel at home, a feeling of ease and peacefulness. In fact I don't believe in the concept of home. I am a traveller and that is what has been my passion so far. I cherish the beauty of stars, the rise and falls of landscape and I belong there, everywhere. I feel the dotted metal floor in my bunker room as I walk barefoot. The ambiance created by the regulated lighting makes me remember the girl I had seen in my dreams, her wet lively eyes still haunt my dreams. I am brought back to consciousness by the sudden thump!!! "

The trance remains a part of me and I love the way it manipulates me and I romance with it. I love this space and I feel alive and in tandem. Life is rocking!!!

Customer handling in fast paced growth market??

This refers to a visit today to one of the top notch Telecom companies' shop. The experience can be summed up to one word 'Unbelievable'.

As we entered I saw a young couple on the only operating counter (the second one was closed) and a middle aged guy on the payment counter. Thinking that I am at right time, I was ecstatic about the timing. Turned out that the shop services close at 8.00 PM sharp. No probs but with Sunday option cancelled I was more than disappointed since I had lost my opportunity.

" I have spend 16000 bucks dammit and that's why I want it NOW" was the outburst of the girl as she was trying to control her boy(friend). He was more than angry, quite visible through his impatient actions. She banged the box (mobile packing box) and demanded to see a superior. I was thinking is this right? Spending hell lot of money and losing peace of mind???

A '23'ish guy walks out and claims to be the in charge of the facility. He listens first but then confuses the air around. As he shouts " turn off the lights" I can see the spectacled service agent frustrated with the situation though trying to be professional.

On the second counter I could hear everything crystal clear coz the volume was abnormally high pitched. " You freshers are not responsible but you are the ones who are made to sit on the counters and you get all the customer frustration. I had showed it earlier and you cant solve my case??" He was damn angry. Again I was sceptical of buying a service from this telecom giant ready to enter new market technology.

India is shining and with it is coming technological advancements in everyone's life. People are getting more and more busy at work and quality time is a new term. An urge of getting everything sooner than earlier is developing, since its the need of the hour in a fiercely competitive market. The settings are no more the only thing that people are attracted towards and they want real products and they are spending money for that ( Remember your autowala getting down with the latest handset??).

I was feeling sad, angry and empathized with the customers and I wonder why? I remember I have faced it twice with Globally Indian companies. Why do we suffer? May be because we don't drag the ill-treating companies to courts and they have their share of story to tell. No matter what the customer should not be made to pay the price. Make him feel special and he would help your business grow is the mantra. Anybody listening??

Conspiracy!!!

The word itself is so intriguing..

My mind is a machine that pops up all kinds of thoughts, pictures and sounds in my mind. It is just the NUMERO UNO and can drag or elevate, fill colors or make B&W, enjoy the company or love solitude. Its just the perfect partner and usually does makes life meaningful.

I have been ditched and kicked hard right-left at the unwanted times and offcourse that was in my mind. Someone else should not be held responsible. Life is all puzzling then and its more than a hell. My existence gets the sole reason for pain and I can do nothing but stare outside the window into nothingness. The fight gets so painful that I feel like giving up and envelope myself with the darkness.

But then my happy side keeps me going. Its like a powerhouse which turns the whole world back on track, the darkness is just a thought and it can be shooted from miles away, it can be waded like the worst derisorable beast. The feeling of sanity, its a bliss!!! Specially when ignorane is the tool others use and I am ready with my weapons. Dont get me wrong, I wont hurt you but the fight inside gets involving many a times.

Energy is what is convertible and it converts from one form to another. I use it for the mutual benefits and the balance is so special. Dont get chained, keep walking thats the first step and everyone takes that.

I am full...

I am full of the long nights, which give me strength
strength to carry on no matter how dark!!!
I am full of the long walks, which paint the
perfect sunsets by a beach holding hands!!!
I am full of the dinner talks, which make
the food more tastier than it ever was!!!
I am full of the smiles, giggles and your touch
to show that you missed me like crazy!!!
I am full of the long wait, which promise me
a better moment and a new high!!!
I am full of the fragrance, which reminds of
the best microseconds I had when I once lived!!!
I am full of (your) innocence, the greatest expression
you flash as a reminder of love and life!!!
I am full of tears, as we part ways for a fresh meet
which will bring cheer back in life!!!
I am full of beats, I am full of life
I am full of surprises and I am full of you!!!

Engulfing Darkness...

Darkness plays a beautiful game in our life. As I start my journey back, I am astonished by this game that I see through the tinted glass of a luxury bus. I can see darkness all around which is like a soundless container which we never like because we are always surrounded with some sounds.

The dance that light and darkness showed me was more enthralling than any qualified dancer. This was the power of nature. I could see the light shining at one point on the glossy leaves of tall trees and the arrows they form through the myst. The darkness enveloping the leaves once again as a mother to its toddler, so carefully that no part of its curvey edge is left uncovered. The beauty of darkness again is enjoyed when I see a distant light and miss the presence of darkness.

The robe of darkness leaves no one untouched. Only light can pass through its deadlock. I wonder what darkness must be thinking? ' How long has light been here. It came into existence from me and would end in me. The sky has always been dark till one incident deterred the calmness under my rule and I shall rule again. I can hear the pain light causes to many lives and I assure of soothing darkness.'

Life is all about perception. Everyone is open to take his side of coin. But there are just two and what happens to them who have the third view? Move on with your side and carry them with you as you always had because its difficult to let them go as orphans. Enjoy the journey with no end, distance with no fixed points, darkness without light.

Falling in Love

I am falling in love, with the scenic beauty life offers
with the intensity of love it has
I am falling in love, with the old eyes full of experience
and concern towards life and moments passed by
I am falling in love, with the giggles of a child
when he sees his father walking down the road
I am falling in love, with the dry barren land
which shows patience and pain it carries in itself
I am falling in love, with the warmth of the hands
the touch that speaks more than words
I am falling in love, with the colors of leaves
as they nurture the change happening around
I am falling in love, with the nothingness
since it makes me feel that there is something more to me
I am falling in love, with you and with everyone
coz you are inseparable part of my being
I am falling in love, all love all over again
coz that is the reason I am here.

Gone are the days

I start wondering what to wear for the office on a busy Monday morning? A regular but an important question. It makes me wonder why do I do that everyday?

As I pick blue full sleeves cheque shirt and the black pair of pants I tune the radio in my room to listen to my favourite channel. A beautiful song to start the day with. As I gain consciousness of the passing time, I watch outside the window which has become a regular bench spot for the pigeons in my building. The school building in front of my window is all filled with noises from the jumping 15 something kids.

Someone shoots the football as his team start orienting for the perfect pass route. As I watch my mind drifts into a time that was just few years back. I can see myself on a ground passing the ball to the right forward of my class team. The memories bring in sight many faces whom I had forgotten with time.

'Life definitely moves on and has a craving to keep going no matter how you react. So keep on with your pace towards your aim.' As I catch a glimpse of my wrist watch its time for me to hit the stairs, if I don't want to miss the company bus. Life gets so monotonous as you grow up. Gone are the days when I was more moody and inclined towards being with friends. I need to carry on as gone are those days.

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"?

Heard your Heart?

It says it all...

When was the last time that you did what you wanted to? Did you jump over the step just for fun....or did you pulled your own cheeks to feel childish?

More than anyone we are closest and the farthest from ourselves....It is hard to listen to everything that the heart says...sometimes its to vague for that....but did we atleast listen to the call or were we too busy to listen to it....

Hey did you sing your favourite song when the FM channel was playing it or you were busy bothering yourself thinking about others? Listen to the beat of your hard working heart.....

Did you play the prank on your pal or did you scrapped it just for nothing? May be it was too stupid to do that but why not? May be he/ she would have enjoyed it the most. May be you cold have enjoyed watching him/her smile...aint those smiles precious? Work hard for them and work through your heart...most of the times it would be on the target...

Let your heart speak to you!!! Its the only one you have!!!

Time flies bye!!!

Its like yesterday that I started with my new class 7th copy, which smelled as fresh as winter mornings!!! I have fun the first day, since this is my first class in a new town where I made new friends. They all are like me though they belong to a new place. I am impressed with my new Maths teacher. He is great at explaining things.

The year ends and so does another one and all of a sudden I am in 10th. My first challenge and platform, as they say and they keep scolding me for better scores, which I should get. Well, then I sleep and wake up with a General Science book of Standard 12th. Its boring reading about Plants and the way they reproduce. I study and get into engineering. This time its different. I am all alone in my walk. I am staying all alone and thats superb. I know many things which otherwise would have been out of reach.

I have completed two years in my professional career. Its the day which I begin thinking, two years, wow!! Are you done? Well the answer is no and I pull over the sheets again for a quick nap before I have to run to catch the office bus. I do catch it and am greeted by office colleagues with broad smiles. I am on cloud nine for a moment before my client says that I have to leave for Baroda tomorrow for some important meeting.

Today with a third part of my life behind me I am facing the road ahead. Well time is surely the only weapon and tool a person has and I have used and misused it. Its gone and cannot be repaired but a stained uniform shirt can be. Its been exciting and challenging path. I took a few and was forced to follow a few decisions that changed the course of my life. Can I please get another chance to change my majors from engineering to medicines? Well may be in the next life, till then its a chicken thats already roasted to suit a particular taste.

Hey then I remember I have another 2/3rd of life remaining and can I chose the way I wanna live it? Voila!!! The answer is YEP, I can!!! Hey why cry when you have another day to live but make it count? CHEERS!!! LIFE ROCKS!!!

I am Full

I am full of all the emotions and feelings. I am full of enthusiasm and a drive towards betterment. I am full of the beauty of nature and the secrets it beholds deep inside. I am full of love and love for life. I am full of pain and agony of the city lanes which function like a slaughter house. I am full of dreams to touch the sky and jump over that too.....

I am full of gushing gasoline through my nerves. I am full of truth and sacredness at this moment. I am full of music running all the time in my head. I am full of the smiles of all those toddlers who throw their legs kicking the surrounding air. I am full of the nothingness. I am full of the swaying leaves of the trees. I am full of the sprinkling and incoming water of the blue sea. I am full of the completeness.

I am full of pride of my independence. I am full of respects to all those who made me independent from everything. I am full of cheers to those who are dreaming of better tomorrow and are working towards fulfillment. I am full of the resonance of "Veena" till eternity. I am full of echoes in the mountains which gave my life a new dimension. I am full of the circles on the slate that are drawn by tiny hands. I am full of giggles which represent the mood of the running child, when he locates a butterfly.

I am full of tricks that the magician performed while everyone was trying to solve his last one. I am full of the beautiful sweet smell of the flowers that line the entrance. I am full of mysteries which keep me active. I am full of drive to do something new. I am full of madness to explore the new horizons. I am full of the husky voice of Bryan Adams. I am full of the ticking sound of the the watch. I am full of the afternoon Sun while gulping down the last drop. I am full of the myst that covers the forest. I am full of the cries of the dogs while they howl. I am full of the shine of the water while it dances with the breeze.

I am full of the new technology which changes the life and which never gives up. I am full of spirits to deliver when it matters the most. I am full of the creative life of the bigger One. I am full of the cool shade I crave for in a dry barren desert. I am full of dropping rains. I am full of the loudness of silence. I am so full but I am still so empty.

What do you want?

Have you ever wondered in life if today is the day you lived for? Is it what you always wanted and would have walked every mile around the globe for? Would you dare trade any achievement for today? Would you fight endlessly for today's sunshine? Would you shed each drop of your blood to paint today's horizon?

Do we really consider what we are falling into? If not we should. We tend to forget that we have only one life to live. We carelessly spend seconds doing nothing, NOTHING? Well all of us do at some point or other. We should understand that today might be the last day for us. So why do we let it go, let it slip? Just like that. Are we not becoming slaves of NOTHINGNESS?

Many of us understand all of the above but do we change it? Nopes. Its only because we consider that we are here forever. We become so careless that we forget our dreams. Are we not killing ourselves? Is this what you want from your life? I know its a bad idea thinking of death, but can we change it? If we are really living we would not waste any moment of it for doing nothing that interests us. Endlessly discussing scum on phone and killing our dreams.

Its for ourselves to analyse whether this is the life we would want to live again? If the answer is Yes for all the situations, we have made the most of our life. Else? Start working to work on it and make it much better so that you dont repent about that. Start Living!!!

Change...Will we??

I have seen everything change. Aint we changing? Well we keep changing from the time we are in the womb. May be even before that. DNA keeps on changing and so do our future and past. How does past change? Well aint Indian history taken differently. Some say its because of Indian Freedom Fighters and few say that Britishers were anyways planning to pack their bags.

Change is here to stay. Can we avoid it? May be not. Aint denial from changing, a change in itself? We, by denying to change are changing our destiny. So is there anything called destiny? If I crush an ice thats its destiny and if I dont it has lakhs of other options. So aint destiny itself a variable thing? Its a theorotical concept. But can we still feel positive that we can set our destiny? Well its like multiple worlds. Options superceed our thoughts. We have limited imagination. How? May be we can say that I would walk or run or take car or catch a train. But hey aint there any other option left? Yes.

So why change? I say why not change? If you love changes you love living life the way it should be lived. The plants grow up, we learn things which changes us. Why worry about not changing when we are anyways changing? May be I wont catch the next bus, aint we changing by even a small decision? However, what a kind person can do is change for betterment of self and others. We live together and our act affect others. So why not make it a better life for all. Lets walk this distance and save petrol, lets swicth off the light in the day. May be we can go to even finer and micro things. But will we?

Well even if we wont, we will HAVE to. Its the need of the hour. Lets burn the whole Hydro storages in Earth's womb and we have to change. Look for alternatives. Lets live on Moon and ask for a change. Lets take Auto instead of Car and ask for a change. We are changing and thats the underlined truth. So think wise and change for better future. Lets forget the divison of color, cast, creed and status. They are temporary. Anyone CAN change from one level to another and thus be on our side. So be open for it and change for Happy endings!!!

Feeding Correctly

I have seen Sachin Tendulkar playing that shot off his foot quite often. Its pure elegance and a trademark shot!!! I have also seen Roger Federer playing the effortless backhand winner. Its a shot which would make every opponent run for his money!!!

That triggered me thinking what makes these champs to play so effortlessly. Is it training or inborn talent? Well its a mix and match of both the things. However, the upper hand is of their brain structure. They are trained so heavily and regularly that they can watch the change just by looking into opponents eyes. Its this training that surges them to the elite class!!

Training your mind and brain is a hard thing. Its like drawing a line on the rock on the beach. If you draw a line with a chalk on the rock the enxt wave would wipe it off and it would be GONE!! As if it was never there. However, if you redraw it again and again it would be part of the rock's existence. Isnt that a good thing? Well not always. It can be bad as well. Remember the habit you developed in childhood when your Mom used to shout for dehabiting yourself. Its very important to understand what is good and bad for you. Everything has a plus and a negative sign attached to it. You should be able to judge it properly as a very thin line divides it. Understanding what the division line is made up of and what impacts it beholds is one of the most important lessons in life.

So redraw lines which you want in your life and practise refrain from practising the bad ones. Life is what we make out of it. Its a journey which follows the path we lay. So be selective and careful what you select as it will affect your future. Beware of the pitfalls and walk on...

Taking the first step

Life is not always about moving out, but its also majorly about analysing the steps we take. To sow a seed we should first know what we want as an outcome.

However, many of us walk like the wind which doesnt understand where it wants to go. Its like getting into a train which can end up at any terminus. Unless we introspect and understand our existence we behave like a drop of rain falling on earth which doesnt know where it wants to land. However, while dropping the other powerful forces like wind, thunder, gravity might set the course for the drop if it doesnt. Do we want to live life on self decision or what?

Agreed that sometime circumstances demand an out of way kind of step. However, a better individual decides the net step even then. Its like planning for the next match. Though the bad weather ruled out one day we shouldnt or rather we cant afford to stop planning for further matches. If one day gets cancelled enjoy the day anyways, however get your charts drawn, weigh your options and understand what you want from the next match. Every match is a new match and we need to be ready for the best planing for the worst.

Journey needs to start with one single step but once started it needs to carry on no matter what hurdles come in. May be your swollen feet will get tired and you wont be able to walk the rough terrain, take some rest and then move on coz thats what the journey is for. It teaches us a lot. Learn every lesson it teaches you, gather the flowers and stories on the way but dont forget to take the First step after every stop. Sing the song the road has to offer and sing the rhythm till you reach the goal.