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.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
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!!
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!!
Monday, February 19, 2007
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?
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?
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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!!!
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!!!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
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??
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??
Sunday, February 04, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, January 29, 2007
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!!!
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!!!
Saturday, January 20, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
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.
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.
Friday, December 01, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
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.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
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?
Thursday, November 16, 2006
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.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
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"?
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
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!!!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
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!!!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
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.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
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!!!
Saturday, September 16, 2006
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!!!
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