The bliss of the morning!

Sit cross legged and drink in the morning

With your hot cuppa chai and screaming newspaper

As later, the knocks at the door come so often

And the phone can't wait for one second later

Amidst the relative peace you stay

Unperturbed by the shrieks of life

Enjoy the calm and company of but yourself

Into serenity you headlong, dive.

It is these moments you treasure the most

For alone though we come into this world,

Solitude is a virtue we have long since forgotten

With a many faces, our life is a blur

So these stolen minutes of peace is thus

Our way to reconnect with the Lord so great

And spare an ear for his guiding ways

Before we jump back into our lives that await.

A little dream...

On one of my many journeys into realms unknown
My mind halts at the thought of a time ahead
When life’s a whole lot different and yet the same
To different places, but same people my heart led
I saw an older me sitting with my 4 oldest chums
Still creating a ruckus over a sale in monopoly
With care for nothing but our joys
We remain close, robust and jolly!
Soon we are joined by my college buds
Who amble in smirking at their own poor jokes
Ready to ridicule our childish pastime
And a sense of annoyance, in us, evoke!
And true to legend, this happens in a land far far away
One of their houses, nothing like their present
For adorning the walls are frames of people
I don’t recognize, no matter the time spent
We all seem familiar and yet so unknown
With her high-end job and his young son
It seems almost impossible that we are the same
That we still, all those years down, belong!
And as a smile creeps onto my lips
I send a quick prayer to the heavens above
That may this little dream actually come true
That nothing hurts our friendship and love!

Love!

Love is today, love is tomorrow
Love is joy, hope & sorrow,
Love can be happy,
Love can be sad
Love can be sorrowful
Love can be glad
Love is here, love is there
Peace n harmony everywhere!

Hope for freedom!

As my exams breathe ever so low down on my neck,

I do little but sit and sigh

At the mountain of work I've to pave through

For which, no interest I have, deep inside

I wish I were but far away

With no book, no note to trouble my mind

Run free, i could, in the wild ways of time

Grabbing at all wayside pleasures I could find!

Frolicking around and drinking in the sights

Letting myself go where I willed,

Pinching myself to believe my luck

And fearing my this dream being killed.

For it is one I'd live a thousand times over

After all, for that very joy, don't we all endevor?

Freedom, thou art such a distant dream

One that I can't seem to even remember much

For we never quite know what we're running away from

Messed up, our lives, really are such

That we look yonder for every ray of hope

A dream of tomorrow, to help us cope

With the miseries of today, be they any size or shape

Sheets of hope, over them, we do drape

And that is the sheer beauty of man

To not want what you got,

And think yourself brave for it

As you learn to live with the meager blessings of now

You keep the strength to hope for more tomorrow

In a bid to make our lives, more the worth it!

Wooing the lady...

For as long as I can remember, I have been quite a whiner! Oh! Not the average, run-of-the-mill ones who cry for pastries and marks, but the rather sophisticated and pessimistic old woman who cries about nothing ever happening in her life! (Wow! I really hate myself, don't I?!) Lady luck is one mean woman who's always been on the other side of the road... Sadistically waving out to me from other's homes... Making me want to punch her hard in the face with all my might!

Be it sport, music, dance or drama I've always ended the race a millisecond behind the winners! And the word 'frustration' cannot even begin to explain the trauma i go through every time! i quite vividly recollect this one time in my tenth standard, when my teacher made the mistake of starting a debate in my class. She ventured to help us learn with the seemingly safe topic of, 'Are you lucky or is it hard work?' It soon boiled into a huge fight with girls from all divisions pouring in to substantiate both sides! (Obviously, being a girls school, rivalry ran deeper than a debate between the sides, but we shall look past that for now!) I was in the pro-hard work team (not by choice completely...more because my arch enemy was in the opposite camp!) and fought my lungs out on the battlefield there.

I quite convinced the majority of the population that without hard work, you'd have nothing to be lucky in. Destiny isn't a chord tied to your back anchored in some star above... it is the vision of our dreams and only hard work can get us there. While my opponents argued that just because there isn't scientific proof and mathematical logic to validate the presence of luck, you cannot ignore it. After all, none of us have seen God, have we? Yet we bow our heads to some unknown Power wanting to be heard and having the faith that we shall! I had, then, scoffed and made little of their attempt at bridging the gap between Lady luck and God but now, after a little more life and a little more (dare I say) maturity, I look back and wonder... Is luck just a figment of our imagination? A ready excuse for our failures? Or is there an Almighty chord that chooses our wins and losses? That makes us rich and poor? Or makes us champions or losers?

There have been many a times when you and I have been so confident of the hard work we put in, in accordance with the talent we possess! Yet, somehow, unbelievably the unexpected happens and we lose out! Be it a worse player being chosen for the team or a worse student topping the class, we've all beaten inexplicably at different stages of life. Maybe they are not because of a lack of hard work or skill but happen for a purpose. Maybe Lady Luck is His wing commander who flits in and out of our lives in an attempt to make us look Upwards and cry...cry, curse, thank, whatever...I mean most of the world's logic still cannot explain the bull run a guy has at a slot machine when it's not rigged! or your friend's miraculous win of a fortune at the lottery! Somethings in life are meant to be left a mystery...for us to look,observe and ponder...And when we reach where i am now, we can do little but give a shake of the head, a sly smile and look upwards and say, "Naughty naughty..."

Road to Pilani...

With a harassed mind and an anxious step,
We climbed aboard the train, a nervous wreck.
But as we began to sit back and chill
We let ourselves cheer the thrill
That joyfully ran down our excited spine
In anticipation of the week ahead and the time
For we were on our way to a week of fun
Fun, cheer and sport in the sun!
With the name of our college on our back
And energy such, that we never hit the sack
Marched forth, we did, singing our songs
For that one brief week, together we belonged
The mornings began with Baba Viratkha’s yoga classes
And Miss Cosmo began to enload the masses
We linked our hands and screamed us hoarse
And cycled around, and let joy take its course
Then came the time to ready ourselves for the sports
In style, led Mastur and Tendulkar, with their peculiar pose
We battled our hearts out on the courts
We won some; we lost some, as the maxim goes
But so engrossed we were in cracking jokes
On Dhoklu and Dhannan, that the loss didn’t evoke,
The pain one normally thinks will come
For we were more concerned about what would become
Of the new-found romance between Sir and Bakasur
Or no.8 and no.19 of the team next door
So, all in all, Sunil and Sujoy’s work came to fruition
For the days retired with a lasting sense of elation
And so, in peaceful bliss, the week passed by,
And we alighted at Mumbai, with but a tiny sigh!

Football!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The whistle blows and the crowds subdue
As players run, amok, askew
In a stellar chase for the elusive goal
A matter of skill, both silent and bold
As the ball skids between deft feet
You hear the groans when bodies meet
And the cries of anguish when a move is fouled
The angry jeers from the engrossed crowd
In a swift flow of emotions thus
The whistle for halftime blows does
And the tired, angry, colored bunch
Retire to rooms to drink and munch
And think of new ways to trump the other
To make sure all the goals, one gathers
In renewed spirit they march back out
As the mob warms to an exciting new bout
With increasing intensity the ball creeps close
To either posts but not as they chose
And then, there, it streaked past greenish blur
Into the open arms of the post so dear!
With a rumbling that’d shame an earthquake any
The crowds rise to cheer, with joy, for many
Time ticks by, creeping toward the close
And the greens do oh so try to force
The wayward ball into the opposite goal
But fortunes don’t favor them as a whole
So the whistle blows and the curtain is drawn
On a night of sheer life, where we all belonged!

Sport...life...the same thing...

It'd been quite a while since my palm used to be home to many a badminton racquets...It'd been quite some time since i had moved my arm high enough to smash the darned shuttle cock right into the opponent's gut... In fact, it'd been a long time since i pretty much moved my arse! Besides, my last ten attempts at trying to show off my sporting skills had ended me with ten different injuries- each more frustrating than the next, i might add. So, understandably it was with some anxiety that i stepped foot on the sacred soil of the court this time round.

And lo behold! I survived that night! In fact, i more than survived! I even managed to kick some serious butt! If my over-inflated ego ever needed a push higher up the ladder, it was this. I go play badminton after God alone knows how many years and still come out without embarrassing myself... far from it, actually! Ha! Things just seemed right in life at that glorious instant... And in the normal way that adrenalin seems to work, my brain starts to go into overdrive envisioning sights of professional tournaments and pedestal places for yours truly.... I never denied an over-zestful imagination anyway...or o be more precise, never denied being dangerously optimistic...Hehehe....

And i continued to dwell in happy dreams of sports...in plural. One badminton match won equals a selection into the state basketball team and a college champion in table-tennis! Then only tennis will be the childhood dream yet to be conquered... So I'd take up tennis lessons and soon beat Sania Mirza... I'd probably have to build new show-racks at home for my many medals... But hey! Once i start winning, I'll be earning enough to probably buy a whole new house! Especially with the ad-mad world we live in...the million bucks ain't all that far away, is it? And as i walk back home, exhilarated by the first taste of success, the Heavens seem to smile and shed a happy tear... And as i feel the wetness against my cheek, i feel blessed...like the gods above seem to approve of my plan! That no match is going to be daunting enough...

And once i returned to sanity after my adrenalin-high, and the bubble quite literally burst, i continued to be buoyant...if only just. Yet, that one shot at sport had reignited the spark in a life I had long given up on. The rush of blood to my head opened windows i had heretofore been quite literally blind to. Sigh! With the predictable murkiness that my life had become i somehow lost sight of the smiles that only a ruthlessly fought game of basketball used to bring... or the triumph one can feel only after destroying an opponent in badminton... or just the sense of life one is infused with after a particularly demanding game.... one after which you aren't quite aware of your limbs any more...or the nervous excitement during the build-up to a game that just keeps you alive....in more ways than one can even begin to understand! Sigh!! Blinded by life...although nobody can claim credit for messing my life up other than me!

But as i come the proverbial 'full circle' am just grateful for the new lease of life that my renewed passion for sport brings.So,socks on...laces tied...hair drawn back...eyes alert...scoreboards' cleaned...whistle blows....Time for action! Time for life!

Misery of a student....

Oh sweet lord, spare me my woes!

Come fast and take me from the throes

Of what could only be christened hell

A prison of boredom, where i await the bell

To let me run into the joyous free world

And fly to the heavens, like a free bird

A bird, completely unafraid of the waiting lairs

Of a hell hole where sound rebounds off the ears

And trust me, that's one of the best things here!

For she stands up there, all lost, yet proud

With a voice that drones and drives off the crowd

On & on she goes making but little sense

Putting you to a sleep so heavy and dense

a teacher, she calls herself Lord pray!

To such a blatant lie, oh what would You say?!

Mercy be, just help us this once

And rid us of the 75% attendance!

Ah! the rains....

Rain pattered on my panes today,
teasing me after quite a while,
And i rush into those tempting arms
of hope for joy, stretched to a mile.
hope for seeing that land of bliss,
where all of nature's bounty do mix,
And paint you a picture of beauty such
That remember other, you don't really much.
Where the bees hum and the birds chirp
In rhythm with the beat of the dripping mirth
And the leaves rustle in melody too
While the eyes glaze over green and blue
As all the colours in the world flock to merge
One cannot help but give in to the urge
To dance with joy in life's blessing
And with cheer, to whistle and sing
Our hearts, with joy, do oh so swell!
That we choose to forever, in this dream, dwell
And rudely, it seems, I'm shaken out of my stupor
By silence, so absolute, in all its splendour
The rain's gone back to its blessed home
And my naughty heart just stops to roam.

When dreams come true...

One of the world’s favorite fantasies apparently is the one where we play damsels in distress and are rescued by picture perfect clichéd hero of ours! Ok, I correct that statement… it is only half the world’s favorite fantasy… The men with their insatiable egos play the hero in those dreams. But in the end of the day, all of us have seen that vision…from whichever angle. We all secretly harbor strong desires to see that particular dream come true. And most of us end our lives with but a tiny little sigh in our hearts for not having been the hero!
We often believe dreams don’t come true because we paint them an expensive emulsion and keep them under lock and key in fear of it being stolen! We guard that gate with our lives thus failing to see how our dreams fuse into reality behind our backs! Even as I write this down, more than half this world is unknowingly living their dream… Damn! If it weren’t for that darned change of shade in reality! Pain and suffering are somehow, established in a more familiar language in our lives and we get so caught up in their enthralling stories of sorrow that we fail to enjoy the soft breeze of faith, hope and surprisingly, reality, which is what keeps us buoyant during the stories!
Coming back to the world’s favorite dream… it’s a shame to see people sigh on their last steps up. If only someone would be willing to follow them up just to let them know that their dream DID come true! Jokes apart, we live our best fantasy every time we share emotion with someone in this world. This is how… the one thing in this world that makes distressed damsels out of us is losing hope. When we give up hope, is when we reach the absolute bottom of the ladder that is the journey of life. And when that one blessed person comes along who infuses a little of that very hope into our lives, he is our hero. Hope is what gives and takes life and the business of hope is what makes us heroes! So, go back in time and think of every single time you helped a friend in need… every time you were helped by a friend when in need. Every piece of candy we bought for a crying child on the street, every lunch box shared with us when we almost went hungry, every note we ever lent to our struggling classmate, every lesson taught to us when we seemed inches away from jumping off our buildings. Every merciful candy came at a time when the child was losing hope for food, every nick of time lesson came when we were giving up hope of passing the exam. All these events, have in their own way, saved lives. Or to be more specific, it has saved our hope for life. On the basis of which we have all to build our vibrant, colorful lives. So we’ve all been heroes at some point of time in our life or at least met real life heroes in our life. The only reason we don’t recognize them for their true worth is because they don’t have capes or wear red underwear!
For all those with raised eyebrows right now, I have but one question to ask… what is it that the supermen and batmen of the world do, anyway? Save the world? How, exactly? Let’s see the latest fantastic four flick as an example… the heroic four save the entire planet from the calamity that was to be struck by a gigantic planet-eating being. Why would they do that, now? What is it that they are saving, anyway? Those mortals on the street who have no clue about the oncoming danger? Why? Because those mortals have a right to live? Or at least a right to a hope to live? That is exactly what these superheroes are saving… that hope for life… that one emotion that drives the entire planet… hope! Superman can only save you from the building about to crash on your head…He can’t solve your problems with you partner or every other misery of yours. Your life is yours to live. And yours alone. All these heroes do is save your strength to live…your hope! That’s it… so simple… yet so hugely impressive only when accompanied with stunts like the emptying of the Thames…
Every man who stands up for a person, who is right, is a hero. And I do not speak only of the high profile court dramas so carefully archived by the ever-expanding media. I mean every kid who stands up in school and testifies when his teacher is wrongly punishing his classmate. I mean every boy in college who stands up for the poor girl being ragged by the bullies. I mean every man who tells off his colleague for speaking rudely to the office peon. Somewhere, we have a hero in all of us. So now, I suggest you go back to whatever it is you were doing. Go back to your lives… After all, they ARE the things dreams are made of!

U-Turn

It's funny how nothing is ever good enough for us! Although we've grown up listening to wise men drone about how we should be happy with what we have and not give in to the evils of temptation and greed but we crumble with hands held high above our heads screaming, ' We are but human!" Like being human cursed us to be creatures of sin and not a miraculous gift from the Gods above...

This particular strain of thought of mine is best emulated by the Jeffrey Archer short story, 'the grass is greener'. From a watchman to the CEO of a company, every class of life on this planet is constantly left wanting! If we have nothing, we want something... if we have something, we want everything... and if we have everything, we wish we had nothing! This vicious cycle never seems to fail to trap us wayward souls in its deadly claws!

And considering the plethora of excuses that we seem to have at our disposal,it's unlikely that we'd ever be able to shake ourselves awake and out of this entrapment. So what is our best way out?

I, being a helpless victim myself, am in no position to preach to the world. I, therefore, endeavour to make our excuses sound plausible enough... After all, we aren't wrong in saying that if we weren't wanting for something constantly, we'd lose all purpose to live! We DO need some motivation in life- some goal to seek... so what if our pursuit is peppered by liberal portions of cries and cribbing? Just imagine being happy about EVERYTHING in your life... no dissatisfactroy results, no pains at work, no headaches from your partner, no differing opinions with your parents, no bouts of cruel loneliness, no shortage of money (hoo boy!)...Whew! What would be left for us to strive to achieve? What grave problem would keep our rusting brains ticking?How do we get to feel the sweet ecstasy of accomplishment again?

And the ultimate reason- What other subject on planet earth would ever give us so much in common with all fellow beings? The language of misery is unanimously the oldest and most universal one! And in this day and age, when it is so imperative to bring the drifting lands closer, a happy life for everyone is the one prayer that could cripple our lives the most, if it came true...

Thus, we are quite justified in crying about the various 'sorrows' in our life. Way more interesting than a happy, boring life anyway....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!

First day!

Vivid images of that day still flash through my mind. It is one of those moments of life that one doesn’t forget so easily. It’s a moment that stopped me from scoffing others when they got reminiscent of their first days. I used to find it extremely silly how people get so attached to memories of their first days at school, college, work, whatever. Surely, in the following months and years that they spent at the place there would be much more precious memories to cherish? Then why the undue importance given to the first day?!
But it is now that I understand that the best thing about the first day is the newness. You know nothing about the place, the people, the culture. Like a puppy just opening its eyes you sniff the air tentatively… looking for familiar smells or tempting smells at least. You are brimming with hope for a superlative experience and are anxious to fit right in immediately. You want to make a mark and you want a fond mark left on you. Ah! It’s a feeling that beats all else. It is the one moment of pure innocent emotion that you feel in your whole span in the place. For once you ‘fit right in’, nothing seems nice enough, nothing excites you enough and everything around is just a bother! Your friends of that first day become the banes of your life and you don’t feel that hopeful about the situation any more!
Which is why I remember my first day at RAIT so well. Every step I took that day is etched well in my mind. After all the harrowing admission processes I was relieved to have secured a place in RAIT. And I did hear a lot about the college before I entered. So that just added to my trepidation! Though I admit, a lot of what I heard, sounded really good… but that just made me anxious as to whether it’s good enough for me?! Hehehe… you know how it feels! Just plain anxious about the future… after all, I was about to spend four whole years here! And I was hoping for the best and fearing the worst! Oh! The one piece of loose talk that really got me excited was the ragging phenomenon! I was actually looking forward to getting ragged!! Yeah, my parents thought I was mad too… So when I came to college the first time as an inmate for the orientation, my eyes, I’m sure, darted around here and there like a jumpy squirrel’s and I began to size up the situation. Hmmm… it didn’t look bad but yeah, not as good as I heard. Well, maybe, the best was yet to be seen. Obviously a couple of hours in the college wouldn’t show me everything, would it? And then I saw my seniors prowling the corridors and hid a smile! Maybe, now the action would begin….
Alas, that wasn’t to be. I had to wait for college to start before I was to be given that particular pleasure! And start it did. With quite a bang! I entered my classroom, habitually late, and could literally feel a couple of dozen pairs of eyes on me. Felt quite grand, I must admit. It was assurance that everyone out there was equally excited about the start of a, ahem, four whole years. Soon I got talking with a couple of people around me and began to find my friends. Interspersed between these highly absorbing duties of mine, lectures were being conducted and students were being periodically abducted! But the abduction seemed to have stuck only to the boys so far. Almost all the girls in the class with me didn’t seem particularly excited by the concept of ragging. Scared and shot on nerves would describe their emotion best. And there I was acting all big and ‘bindaas’ telling them to chill and relax because it can’t be that bad. We lasted till the break unharmed. And just as I was giving another sermon on staying calm to my classmates I hear a voice, ‘ hey you two, come with us’. Aha! My turn at last! The girl I was picked with, was terrified by the call! And I was jumping around like an excited young boy about to go watch his first ball game live! Well, I haven’t exactly ever learnt to keep my mouth shut so I was happily ‘chatting’ with my seniors, actually throwing a few questions their way while my classmate looked on in anxiety! Well, the ordeal lasted about an hour and I must admit the sight of this huge whole bunch of seniors sitting together did unnerve me a bit so I resorted to my favorite escape route- laughter! Though that didn’t go down well with them and they kept asking me to do forfeits for laughing in front of my seniors, eventually they had to give up! My laugh outlasted all their stupid dares! I thoroughly enjoyed myself and found myself a couple of more friends in the seniors! Truly, getting ragged proved to be the best ice-breaker ever! My poor classmate’s nerves couldn’t take the action that first time but then on she began to enjoy the small encounters herself! After all, it DOES add that whole new extra spice to college life, doesn’t it? Well, life after that lunch break was quite monotonous for the rest of the day but I had gathered enough gossip for my friends back home! And that was my first day at college… Quite eventful no doubt and absolute fun!! I definitely do look back at it with a lot of affection and kinda wish that day would come back in my life! Life in college after that day has been quite a roller coaster with amazingly funny moments coupled with some extremely heartening and some downright disgusting moment. All in all, my anxiety on the first day achieved little purpose as I have settled comfortably into a culture that has the best recipes of life- happiness, sadness, anger, and every other emotion rolled into one. But nothing could, can, and ever will beat the thrill of my first day in college!

Save the day!

With every new ray of sun descending on us

Out comes a hearty, heavy sigh

An audible sign from our tired selves

Of all the troubles just gone by

And this i say not in sorrow but jest

For how could a mere 20 years of precious life

Ever tire us so to make us weep?

We are but novices at the game of life

With much to learn and more to enjoy

And we aren't even in that deep

Oh we fools just don't stop to see

The traps He lays to watch us fall

Into wells of gloom and sadness

A busted party?? A bad break up?

Hell! That's just His way of telling us

He's still up there, waiting to bless

If only we would look up to say

And send some thanks up His way

'Tis His way of showing us the power of faith

That gives us strength to look past hate

So hold that chin high and walk right ahead

And dare the troubles of the world to find a way

to get you down now and spill its seeds of misery

For now, we know, God will save the day!

Promise!

All around me is pure, glistening white,
The symbol of true love, peace and joy,
The kind that seemed just a dream till now
The kind of thing for which, one would cry
Unable to believe my luck I yearn
To meet him again and truly learn
That what he said was not a fantasy of mine
He really did blush over cake and wine
And said what I hope he must have said
The words I keep dreaming of in my bed
To meet him again to let him know
That I was too stunned then to show
How much I truly care for him
How dear are his every little whim
To tell him once and for all
I love you a lot and will love you for
As long as I shall ever live
And shall give you all I have to give
Just make sure you shall never hurt
By being mean, rude or curt
And shall always caress me in those tender arms
And see to it that I come to no harm
That promise I promise shall make me wild
And I shall be yours till the day I close my eye

JUST ANOTHER LIFE

Robby, as she was fondly called,
Was a person full of energy and life
A pleasant change amidst the throngs who
Can only crib about their pain and strife.

She was a dentist by profession,
And kept everyone’s smiles intact
Be it with her operating tools,
Or by just her smile’s impact.

All was fine in her paradise
Until one day she met young Ben
A charmer by the Lord’s will
A crook by his own consent.

Deceived her with his enchanting looks
Told her of troubles he knew not of
Begged for her sympathy and love
And eased her fears with a charming laugh.

She lost her ways in his bewitching world
And followed him to places afar
Touched by his timely gifts
So trivial, yet precious, beyond par.

And soon her life was filled with pleasure
And jewels from diamonds to rubies
And she felt content with the Lord’s blessing
And which girl, in her place wouldn’t be?

But then came the day of revelation
Of a truth so horrifyingly disguised
It shattered her world in a matter of seconds
And Ben had indeed, changed her life.

He was a thief and a liar too,
Had used her as a shadow
To save him from suspecting eyes
And as an innocent, unsuspecting ladder.

To successes he lusted but didn’t deserve,
And rewards that were rightly not his,
But he ran after this impossible dream
With Robby’s faith in tow this.

And met an end he was destined to meet
And fell ashamed at Robby’s feet,
With shame in his heart
Such that Robby’s eyes he couldn’t meet

For her eyes were strife with pain for once,
And that enchanting smile had long since gone,
And they asked an answer to unasked questions,
A reason because of which she had to see this dawn

A dawn which was not bright and would never be
And didn’t bring hope of new joys in tow,
A dawn that had shattered her entire life
Without her even knowing how.

He asked for forgiveness, but she could not concede,
For the warmth in her life had withered away
And there wasn’t any love to spare
So she just asked him to peacefully go his way

And she tried, and tried hard
To return to her life of old
Where joy had always overcome sorrow
And love, hate I’m told.

And then slowly, with time, over the years
Her sorrow melted and the hole began to fill,
And Robby became the old, pleasant dentist
Glad to see all patients and do their will.

Life began again as it always does
And it came a full circle before she saw
That the pain was just His way of letting her know,
That His love for all shall never thaw.

Recipe of life!

Hear ye! Hear ye! I call upon thee,
To tell you life’s recipe as it be
When you open your eyes first time ever,
Beauty and bliss is all you see.
And then, when your senses come together
A little pain and strife hit the eye.
And you take your first baby steps
Into high-end politics, which greed lives by
Ambition, lust and jealousy show face
And then finally, you are in the race
To outdo all and beat the bad, bad.
And rid yourself of all that’s pain and sad
But while you are doing this you forget to see
Without the pain, how happy can you be?
For it is the bad that brings the good in you
And sadly, honey, this is true
And once you learn this secret of life
Its already time to rock and roll and jive!!

Time, you elusive friend!

I’ve spent the better part of my last two days mourning the departure of my best friend to his college in a city far away from home… I’ve prayed and prayed to God to give me just five more minutes with him… just five! Five more minutes to tell him how much I love him, five more minutes to hear him tell me how much he loves me… but alas! Even God’s helpless in front of the bullish ways of time…
I’ve grown hearing how time waits for none and how we must make hay while the sun lasts but it just seems so tough to actually believe those maxims. We’ve always seemed to have time to do so many different great things in life. Be it work, play, read, paint or whatever else our heart’s wished to do! We’ve never had to sit up and look at how we never had time to spend with people who love us. We’ve never stopped for just that one-minute to think back as to why all those different past relations went wrong… We’ve never just paused from our exciting priority of the moment to wonder why is it that we just don’t seem to have the friends the kind our parents have. And now that time’s just slapped me hard in the face I’m forced to take a breather from my super-busy lifestyle and look back at all that I’ve left behind in my rush to outrun others in the rat race called life. And what lies ahead…
And as I can see, from my cosy niche here, at the bottom, I see but dark walls of gloom descending upon us, the human race… We have become so engrossed in our immediate concerns of personal welfare that we’ve just lost track of the path of life… We are so intent at looking where our next step is going to be that we fail to see the cobbled mess, which is the path that lies ahead. I talk here, of our absolute failure to realize the importance of giving time to nurture our relations…we are so busy choosing the roses for our bed that we forget to see the legs of that very dream bed being eaten out by the termites of distance, apathy and mistrust. What is it that we are running so fast for?? To reach pinnacles of financial success? Of fame? Of security?? When is it that we shall realize that all these fortunes are meaningless if we just don’t garner enough relations on the way to share our joys with? And yet, right at the top, I see a shimmer of light, a glimpse of hope… of hope that we still might be able to do something to right this world after all…
‘Out of sight is out of mind’ has never held truer. And the pity is, we just don’t seem to make an effort to stay within sight anymore… friends are so much more dispensable now… Now that life’s become so materialistic we seem to have found substitutes for the security that only a human relation can bring. Which is why we so dread growing old… we know that that’s when the severity of our actions will actually be down upon us and then there shall be no escape… When we are old, and we let time catch up with us, all the memories shall rush by… when we dissed a friend in favor of a promotion… when we ditched our parents in lieu of a night out partying with some people you didn’t even know… how you ruined a relationship by just never stopping to realize that you loved the person. And yet, we might just manage to give ourselves the illusion that we’ve lived our lives well and all that hard work did pay off as we’ve managed to at least book ourselves a decent room in a old age home somewhere and a coffin of the most expensive and comfortable wood there is! Ha! Now that’s a happy life, as I see it!
Sigh!!! So what is that glimmer of hope shining above our heads anyway?? With all the social pressures how is it that we can right the world??? By just listening to our hearts once in a while and taking just that tiny pause from our hectic schedules to love and let love… By realizing the chance life is giving us at having happy times and grabbing that elusive beast with both hands. So I, am going to stop pining for my best friend and pick up the phone and tell him how much I love him… I could immerse myself in work and find other friends in the meantime but alas…. Am but an old school student…