Sunday, September 23, 2012

Monochrome: Pillar Statue



This beautiful pillar statue welcomes you in the Prem Mandir at Vrindavan

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Friday, September 21, 2012

Skywatch Firday: Fields



Captured on an early morning walk in Rajasthan.


This beautiful pink flower was blooming on the hedgerow of the field.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Life and some blabbering ...

It’s been many years since I had decided that I will sleep early from the very next day. But even after so many years of countless resolutions and promises to myself, I am still typing this post at 2.39 am. I am feeling sleepy, tired and some backache because of this chair or because of long hours sitting on the computer. Today, I am awaked till this hour as I was doing some college project work because time is running fast and I have my internals from Monday. But nothing new in this we the college goers or may be just students of my college completes their files and all practical works only when few days are left for the exams.

A few days back our chief coordinator asked a boy in my class “How much work have you completed in your file?”

He said smilingly as everyone around him was also smiling “Ma’am, I haven’t started it yet.”

Then the teacher asked him very politely (she is one of the most polite teachers in our college but sometimes her mood changes with a blow).

“When will you start it, beta (son)?”

Very audaciously with a big smile, he said “Ma’am one day before exams our files are made always, so there is still time why worry?”, and a big laugh surrounds the whole class and our polite ma’am also started smiling. She continued again with her over politeness “why beta, complete your work as soon as possible why to delay it when you have time”.

But we never listened to their over polite blabbers and keep on doing all the things with ease in a slow process as slow as it can and always completed the work when the dates are near or when there is a stick on our head.

Though, I don’t think it is the habit of college or school students only, even our elders the most responsible ones also have this habit of delaying work. Mostly we Indians somehow inherit this habit from our ancestors. We Indians are the coolest and bindass people I guess, we can never be on time. Few minutes or hours late are a common thing in our culture or may be a habit of a large part of the Indian population. Okay, I am not cribbing about Indians. After all, I am also an Indian but still, we can’t deny this. :P

For us a clock in our life doesn’t mean anything, we hardly care about whether it is running or not. Although I won’t say that all people in India are like this, there might be many of you who are very punctual and particular about being on time and give utmost importance to the clicking of clocks. The people from Defense services are very punctual, they do all their work on time with a grace, I know this because I have been living in an area which is considered as the hub of defense people in Delhi, all from Army, Air Force, and Navy services can be seen here in the early morning heading to their offices or transit camps or whatever they call it. (Well this is not the real reason, there was a guy from Air Force who used to live in the house opposite mine and … anyway leave that, it’s a different story :P :D)

I really don’t know why I am typing all this and I advise you to read further only if you have nothing important to do because it is all crap. So I was talking about Indians being late, oh no no.. I was telling about my habit of being late. Yes, I am never on time and I think you got to be a risk taker and adventurous kind of a person to be late because you need to cross a lot of hurdles to reach the destination at the last minute. I had driven my scooty just like a bike racer in video games, to reach at the last minute in college for the practical-vivas, as my roll no. is 1 and yes, it is a curse being a roll no.1 in your class.

You have to reach the college first in practicals and go for the viva first in the class and then everyone come to you to ask what the examiner asked. And you feel like the most demanding person in the class, suddenly everyone wants to talk to you. You hear your name from every direction in class and everyone is standing around you to listen what you are saying. But still, you feel cheated (huh.. I have to tell them all the questions and they will have an idea what kind of questions he will ask). But anyway after my viva, I always feel extra happy and say “ah! Finally, it’s over”, no matter it was good or bad who gives a damn.

Okay, that’s enough of my blabbering for today.

PS:- Once in months I get out of my mind and starts typing anything silly or something not so important (you must be thinking when did I write something important, well I also doubt that .. Lol). If you have wasted your time in reading all this, then I am really thankful to you and I am overwhelmed with your idleness. Please, keep it up in future also you will make me happy. :D

Kindly, leave a comment below to let me know about all the good hearted people. After that, you can continue with your not so important work. :P  

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Cloudy Sky in Rajasthan (India)



In Rajasthan's evening sky clouds which seldom rain.


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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Lover's Cove Challenge #4

It's that time again! Time to head on over to apd-loverscove.blogspot.com, other wise known as "Lovers' Cove" and take part in this week's challenge! Please read the Guidelines and Q's & A's thoroughly before entering! In short, you must come up with a line of 15 words or less and your line must continue on in thought based on what the previous person on the linky wrote!



Andy


"Behold! I am renewed again, for the spirit of love has descended upon my heart!"

Crystal


"Years, I've wandered aimlessly through the midst of the shadows trying to elude the dark."

Elen


"Darkness isn’t always so dark becomes hope when our imagination wants to look for a light." 

Radwa


"A light that has been trying to find its sight through such darkness night."

Kriti

"This darkness becomes me, I am but the light of our shadow that quivers."
  
Eclipse


"Yearning for a flight towards the dream, away from the claws of fear." 

Lubaina


"And I rise, rise towards destiny till what the heart wants seems so near."

Nilanjana

"Yea, and  so I rise, wearing this darkness that’s also light, like sapphires beyond price."

My Line

"I would rise and fly high till I touch the sky, conquering an eternal bliss.”




Sunday, August 26, 2012

55 Words - Fiction


Sakshat was standing on gate, screaming continuously.

His cry was so deeply loud that it can move mountains, pierce anyone’s heart apart.

His eyes were blood-red, tears were rolling down his soft cheeks, and he was devastated being there.

His dad was consoling him.

It was saddest day of his life, first day in school.


Sunday, August 12, 2012

Shaadi Ka Laddoo

“Shaadi Ka Laddoo”, its a bitter-sweet dessert, the dish which everyone wants to eat or try at least once in life and even if anyone doesn’t wants to, then also he or she has to eat it. So you don’t have any choice unless you are very dominant on your family but only to a certain period. Early or later everyone has to try and should try it because ‘one should try everything at least once in life’ whether it is something bad or good.

And it turns out to be good or bad for you it’s your destiny no one can be completely responsible for the fruit because you yourself are the gardener and it is in your hands what you make it or break it.

And if you want to eat the ‘Laddoo’ then either you will make it yourself or if you are not able to do so, your family will make the dish for you. But I think one should make it himself or herself according to their tastes and preferences, and if you don’t make it yourself and let your family do the honors for you. Then either you would be happy with the ingredients and will happily eat it. But in case you don’t, then you will blame your family whole your life for the wrong Laddoo choice, so it is better to choose your own Laddoo and be satisfied with your choice, rather than blaming your family.

But sometimes it happens that we choose our Laddoo and our family doesn’t want us to eat it, either because their culture and custom doesn’t allow it or they are afraid of what society will think and say about it. Someone has very rightly said it “sabse bada hai rog kya kahenge log” (the biggest disease is what will people say).

But I never understood how come parents can compromise with their kid’s whole life happiness over the society’s usual gossip. People never come to anyone’s help if something unfortunate happens but still family care about what will people say.  For the society marriage is a free party to enjoy, eat and gossip about others. But it is the couple who have to live with it till they die.

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I think love marriage and arranged marriage is like suicide and murder, respectively. In love marriage we jump into the well with our own choice and happiness, thus suicide (khudkhushi). While in arranged marriage our family and relatives push us into the well, thus a planned murder (sochi samjhi saazish). In both the cases you die and enter into the hell :P.

In either of the case the couple has to make the compromises to continue the marriage with a slow pace and in India, the girl is expected to make more compromises than the boy. Thus I feel for me it is a total suicide, love or arranged it is still marriage.  I will have to leave my old lifestyle and adapt the new one according to others (Huh.. my not so liberated freedom will also be lost :( :P).

PS:- This is my entry for Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage! contest on IndiBlogger which is organized by Sony Entertainment Television and IndiBlogger team.

It is the new show started on Sony Entertainment Television with the most debated topic "Love Marriage vs. Arranged Marriage". To know more about the show click here.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Politicians - Constitutional Criminals

This morning I read in the newspaper the headline on the front page “MPs charged with serious crimes get guns from Government”, and I was like “wow, so responsible”. Giving guns to the criminals that too with legal permission for their self-defense?  Politicians (criminals), who are already given stringent security by the army and police, how logical is it to provide them a personal gun? They should get them under custody instead providing pistols, but unfortunately, the corruption and weak Indian law system give them bail only to commit more crimes with a legal weapon now. It is a sheer waste of public money which can be used in many other ways for the betterment of the country and public.

It is laughable to read such news, at the same time it is also a serious issue. It is like government themselves giving them guidance and support to play with the life of a common man and laugh at the laws. This is why thousands of cases are pending in the courts when the government consists of criminals how anyone can attain justice? In India, politics is referred as the business for the goons, criminals and rich. No educated, honest and good individual wants to become a politician it is a well-known fact in India, but unfortunately, only politicians have the power to bring change on a large scale and no honest people want to go into this dirty game of politics. Thus, our country lacks good politicians and less development.

Atiq Ahmad, a criminal-politician of Samajwadi Party from Uttar Pradesh had 44 criminal cases pending at the time he has been allotted a rifle by the government which costs Rs 3,15,000 and much more such allotments have been made to such criminal-politicians. These criminals get into politics just because they have lots of money and these political parties allow them to fight in an election. Such actions ruin all hopes of the public in government and law. First, they allow criminals to become politicians and have constitutional power and allotting them guns is like feeding the monsters. Such acts are disrespect to the constitution, leaders and freedom fighters who had fought for the independence of our country.

Criminalization of politics is an evil in the democracy for which seeds were sown long before and now even the government is taking part in growing this tree of evil in our country. But, nothing is shocking in this, after all, we all know who the government consists of - the politicians or the criminals. Though all of them are not criminals few are real good people who are doing good things for the public, but they are so less in number which is almost like nothing in the gang of criminals.

Murdering an innocent man, using their constitutional power for illegal activities, use of muscle power to win elections, watching porn in the state assembly are some of the things which our politicians do without any fear and from whom will be they afraid of when the law and government are under them. This evil is spreading like cancer and destroying the democracy. If only they had done something good, our country would have been most successful democracy instead of just largest democracy with longest written constitution, but an impractical one. 


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Politicians - Constitutional Criminals

This morning I read in the newspaper the headline on the front page “MPs charged with serious crimes get guns from Government”, and I was like “wow, so responsible”. Giving guns to the criminals that too with legal permission for their self-defense?  Politicians (criminals), who are already given stringent security by the army and police, how logical is it to provide them a personal gun? They should get them under custody instead providing pistols, but unfortunately, the corruption and weak Indian law system give them bail only to commit more crimes with a legal weapon now. It is a sheer waste of public money which can be used in many other ways for the betterment of the country and public.

It is laughable to read such news, at the same time it is also a serious issue. It is like government themselves giving them guidance and support to play with the life of a common man and laugh at the laws. This is why thousands of cases are pending in the courts when the government consists of criminals how anyone can attain justice? In India, politics is referred as the business for the goons, criminals and rich. No educated, honest and good individual wants to become a politician it is a well-known fact in India, but unfortunately, only politicians have the power to bring change on a large scale and no honest people want to go into this dirty game of politics. Thus, our country lacks good politicians and less development.

Atiq Ahmad, a criminal-politician of Samajwadi Party from Uttar Pradesh had 44 criminal cases pending at the time he has been allotted a rifle by the government which costs Rs 3,15,000 and much more such allotments have been made to such criminal-politicians. These criminals get into politics just because they have lots of money and these political parties allow them to fight in an election. Such actions ruin all hopes of the public in government and law. First, they allow criminals to become politicians and have constitutional power and allotting them guns is like feeding the monsters. Such acts are disrespect to the constitution, leaders and freedom fighters who had fought for the independence of our country.

Criminalization of politics is an evil in the democracy for which seeds were sown long before and now even the government is taking part in growing this tree of evil in our country. But, nothing is shocking in this, after all, we all know who the government consists of - the politicians or the criminals. Though all of them are not criminals few are real good people who are doing good things for the public, but they are so less in number which is almost like nothing in the gang of criminals.

Murdering an innocent man, using their constitutional power for illegal activities, use of muscle power to win elections, watching porn in the state assembly are some of the things which our politicians do without any fear and from whom will be they afraid of when the law and government are under them. This evil is spreading like cancer and destroying the democracy. If only they had done something good, our country would have been most successful democracy instead of just largest democracy with longest written constitution, but an impractical one. 


Image Courtesy: TwoCircles.net

Friday, August 3, 2012

Togetherness

When his big eyes and my small eyes meet which for the whole year talk though computer screens. Mine are searching for those big eyes in the crowd of thousands on the metro station and as those deep eyes found mine, I feel it is the best moment ever and wishes it just pause right there.

The feeling of being with those big eyes, holding those hands which tapped the keyboard every night and chatting with me sacrificing his sleep forgetting his tiredness and tensions.

When we breathe in the same ambience, I realize it is the same air which might have touched his face just now. Standing in the same metro together just a few inches apart made me remember the times when I had talk to him on the phone while travelling on the same route alone, when he is thousands and thousands of miles away from me.

When we walk the same paths hand in hand as our fingers cross each other’s filling the gaps in between. When those big eyes always follow and watch me as I watch others, outside the metro, then at the route map. I realize they are staring at me and I return the watch back to them with small ones and they looked away.

For the whole year we ate two different meals of two different cuisines German and Indian from two different dishes, and now we are eating from the same dish, the same food. When we sit together on the same table sips the drink from the same glass and straw. When I can tell those thoughts right at that time when they come in my mind, which I used to remember till the time we talk at night.

When I realize we are breathing in the same city and same country, when the sunlight falls on us  and we are doing the same things at the same place and same time.

When he put his head on my shoulder and then I rest my head on his shoulder with my eyes closed and I wish this moment to stop right there for the eternity, so I could sit like this for the rest of my life without anyone’s fear of catching us.

When we compare the lines on our palms and when we compare who is taller (though I always know he is taller than me but still I love teasing him and saying we are equal in height). When we walk on the pathways holding each other’s hands listening to the tweeting sounds of nightingale  sparrows and cuckoo.

These rare days, these rare feelings, these rare realizations of togetherness and sameness come once in a blue moon and that is why they are so precious and lovely. We cherish them forever and wait for them to come.


Saturday, June 30, 2012

Dreams

Written for :


Castle of sands
blown in the wind,
World of dreams
pulverize by my owns,
Hampering even my small steps,
their words reproached
and haunts.
But I no longer listen
to their taunts.
Following my dreams
I will build my home again
Not castle in the air,
But in actuality.

PS: It is my first attempt for the Three Word Wednesday. Hope you like my effort, if you do or if you don't like it, please let me know about it. And now when you have read my request, sincerely fill the comment form below. :P 

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The Stranger

The stranger
Who is always with me
I do not know her
She do not recognize me
Still we live together
Every time every second
Without talking
Without walking
Without even living
Yet we both breathe together
Every second, every minute.

At times, we crossed the paths
When happiness walks the way
She takes me back
To the melancholy
To my reality, the solitude.

This stranger
I think about her every day
Sometimes she also thinks about me,
Then forgets me
And bound me with destiny
Her friend, my foe.

We walk together hand in hand
Like good friends, like lovers
Everyone feels we both are enjoying
Living it to the full
But reality is known
Only to her and me.

I want to leave her hand
And wants to walk away
To the tranquility, the serenity
For the eternity.
But every time I try
She holds me back
And take me to the ones
Who do not know me
Who do not need me.

And I again get stuck
Between them
The hypocrites, the selfish, the in-humans
All around me
And this stranger.
She laughs out loud
I cry out loud
But no one listen,
Only my dear stranger – the Life
Can hear me with
Her harsh heart open
For my feelings, crying and inabilities.

She is the only one
Who is and will be with me always
We suffer and relieve together.


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Thursday, June 21, 2012

White Beauty



A white flower whose name I don't know, if you know please let me know.. :D

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Blogging - an idea discovered and evolving


I never had any idea about what blogs are till the day my friend told me about it and encouraged me to start a blog and write something to spend my spare time. Then I had a thought about it and I was so confident “yeah dude I can also write.”

Then the other day at 2.30 am I was tired of turning on my bed because of my insomniac habit, I decided to start my laptop and open a blog, but then I realized I have no idea what I will write on it so it was difficult to choose a name for it which will match its content. I thought about it till I was not bored of thinking while I searched some blogs with dear Google, who knows everything and I found some very good blogs which had awesome contents and I thought “am I again going to do something just to make myself feel like a fool in the end?”

My lazy brain’s lazy horses were running for almost 30 minutes and gave me this idea to name it “The Virtual Life” after all its virtual thing I will be writing about my real life on this virtual world and I thought “hmm.. not a bad idea.” And finally I created it with this name but after sometime the lazy horses again started walking with more slower speed and said “it could have been more better” and I shouted back “just shut up you idiot don’t waste your already finished energy and my precious time.”

So that’s how this blog got its name and our generous friend Google even offered me to “Let search engines find your blog?” and I said “Yeah, why not you are the one and only friend of mine.” I know no body is interested in knowing how I started blogging, why I started or how my blog got it's name? But still I am posting about it because I have nothing else to blog about so if you are feeling that you are wasting your time reading this, then I would say you are right and you can stop here and continue your important work (which you do not have I know that is why you are still reading :D).

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Then after gathering all the courage I posted few posts on it and I realized I am the only one visiting my blog and reading it. I got bored of it and thought “if I am the only one to read it then what is the need of writing and wasting my time (I am the busiest person on earth even Mr. Obama cannot beat me in this) in posting it on this stupid blog I already know everything.”

And for almost a period of two years I left this blogging thing with only 1-2 posts in 4-5 months and said “it’s not my cup of tea.” But then came my Messiah (and of many of yours too I know), the generous Indiblogger which said to me “We Blog, Therefore We Are” and gave me the honor of adding the badge of IndiWriter to my blog and I starts blushing when I read that word ‘Writer’ on my blog (though deep down in my heart I know it doesn’t make me any writer or anything, it is just for satisfying and sympathizing the poor bloggers like me). And I started posting a bit frequently than before things like poems which seldom rhymes and showcasing my poor photography skills which are clicked sometimes by God grace at the right time with right angle or shot.

But I am happy with this blogging thing now only because of the great IndiBlogger, as now I am not the only one wasting my time in writing these posts and reading it, but there are few others too who visit my blog and sometimes leave some good comments. And I thank all those generous members of IndiBlogger and some others too who visit my blog and waste their time in reading it, sincerely I am grateful to you all keep doing this and I will be thankful always (I know you don’t want me to only thankful and grateful, don’t worry I will also visit your blogs and comment too :D). 

By the way, you can also add your comments below and sometimes I take comments as comments (which literary means criticism) so it is not necessary that you add a compliment I also appreciate critics wholeheartedly. I knew you will read it till the end that is why I continued blabbing now you can post your comment below, its enough for today.


Friday, May 4, 2012

Jab We Met


After ages, when we met
it feels as if we met right after our first meeting.
I can still see the same little eyes full of dreams,
nonchalant smile that still freaks me out,
a complex mind with a billion thoughts.
Though she grew older, I got a little fat
but, it does not matter.

After one million seconds, when we holded each other's hands
it still feel like our first touch, a high voltage current.
Her moving eyes, her stupid smile and a perfect evening near a lake,
all looked so imperfectly perfect, just like a beautiful moon with tons of spots,
we talked, laughed and bored together and it was beautiful.
Though, I was not the most humorous person and neither she was the most wittiest.

After breaching million miles distance, when our heart met,
we still feel that how little we know about each other.
I enjoyed her acrobatic way of photography and she adored my stupid talk,
I admired the way she ignores my talk
and she gave me her usual bewildering look.

After getting one more year old, when we met
I enjoyed telling her my boring stories,
and she behaved as if they were the most interesting ones.
We sat under the tree and looked in to each other's eyes,
finding our future dreams - dreams of hope, love and affection.

I dreamed about how many more dark lines she will get when she grew old,
she measured my idiotic activities and declared me a certified fool.
Though I am not perfect, neither she is an imperfect
I still know that she has the most beautiful heart of all creatures (including birds and animals).


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Monday, March 26, 2012

Love

The dimpled smile
Below her little eyes
Innocent talk
And the honest heart
The care for everyone else
And for me the most.
That smile at my first sight
After waiting whole night
Then fills my heart
With delight and glee.
She fights with her pillow
And makes my heart wave billow
She says I am his teddy bear
Everything gonna be alright
And fills my eyes with glare
When whispers I love your stare.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Can Love Happen Twice?

Recently, I read the most awaited novel Can Love Happen Twice? of Ravinder Singh the author of I too had a love story.. It is an easy read and you can complete it in 4-5 hours at max if your reading speed is good and if you find at least something interesting in it or you got some curiosity to know about Ravin’s (author) life.

But I believe you will not get to know much about the real truth because it seems it is half imaginative and half real. As the author himself had written in the preliminary pages that “maybe this is my story, maybe not, maybe it is only partly my story, maybe not, maybe it is an amalgamation of several stories that my readers write to me , maybe not.” There are so many maybes but I think it is only partly his story. As what happened with Ravin in the end of the book cannot be true logically because at present he is doing MBA and you will also feel after reading that it is just fictitious.  So the novel is only maybe partly his story.

Now let’s get back to the book. It is about a guy Ravin (who is might be the author himself) who got a onsite project in Belgium and after spending 2-3 weeks alone there except working finds a girl named Simar who is doing here MBA there. Then they started talking and meeting more often and next thing is very obvious they fell in love and love happened second time. The rest of the part of their story is history which happens in every love story that they started romancing, making love, sharing their time & things, having dinners, coffees and so on.

And after 10 months or so the guy has to get back to India and they got parted with physical distance as well as with distances in their hearts. Ravin wants to marry her but Simar wants to live her life with all the liberties and therefore, she keep on giving various excuses and ignoring him. Why she did not want to marry him have some other serious reasons and to know that you should read the book.

The most stupid thing that I found in the story are the reasons given by the girl for not marrying him. There is nothing much in the story except the romancing and fun they do which might makes you wish that it happen in your life too. Only good thing you will learn from this novel is that if you meet very frequently then you should try to leave far away for some time and it will help you in knowing it is true love or not because long-distance relationships needs patience

Ravinder Singh’s last and debut novel I too had a love story.. was really awesome it made a lasting impact on my mind and heart too, most of you will agree with me if you had read that one but this one is not so good. Like the last one this one also had a sad ending but it did not touch my heart much, may be because I don’t like love stories much now. I read this only because I wanted to know what happened with Ravin after Khushi’s demise.

And to the answer of the book’s title I would say yes, love can happen twice if only you let it happen but still first love is first love.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Innocence

He was half seated and half standing on the balcony in his light blue colored walker, his grandmother was standing on the gate of balcony looking at him and the kids playing with colors and water on the streets. He was looking here and there and inspecting the surroundings which he does not get a chance to see more often on his own tiny foots.

That day it was Holi - the festival of colors and happiness, everyone was enjoying and playing with gulal and other variety of dark colors with water.  So he got a chance to see and enjoy the ambience of that day and his grandmother let him enjoy on his own.

The kids in the street and the house opposite were playing and throwing cold colored water on each other and laughing with their faces masked with colors-red, blue, green, yellow, pink even silver and grey. None of them were easy to recognize.

He noticed them and started laughing and shouting in cheer with twinkle in his eyes and pink cheeks. I heard his voice and walked towards the window to see what’s going on, I reached on my room’s window and saw him happily smiling, laughing and enjoying the festival.

I stayed there on the window for a while to see him and a smile came to my face without any reason by looking at his cute face and innocent gesture. He walked from one side of the balcony to the other with help of his walker and holding the grill. He tried to touch the window on the wall which was not in his reach, because he was too small to touch it. He again started walking slowly to the other side enjoying his newly learned skill of walking through his walker smiling and touching the wall and grill.

His dad came out from the other gate to check him and asks mocking his voice into a child’s voice “what are you doing Sakshat?”

He struggle to turn back and look at his dad innocently then continued to walk to the opposite side ignoring him and walked inside from the other gate to his grandmother.

And I also went back to my novel reading and thinking about the innocence and carefree time we have while we are small everyone pampers you and look at your every move happily. But as soon as you are grown up everyone starts finding mistakes in your every step.


Saturday, February 18, 2012

Next time

Next time when you come to my way, my life
come with a torch, a candle or a light.
For its too dark, the way towards me
you might fall or tumble or might get hurt.
The path is full with holes or pits or trenches,
it might not be visible enough.

Next time when you come to my way, my life
bring with you a little joy, delight or liveliness.
For the things so slumber or quiescent here
you might feel after a while bore, aloof or lassitude.
Because I might not be so joyous, lively or bright
it might not be interesting and entertaining to you anymore.

Next time when you come or if you ever come,
then come through the passage or alley drawn by you.
Do not come forsake of me or anyone
you might not stay for a while or long again.
And I might not be able to make you rest, stay or still
so if you come, come by your pleasure, choice or rejoice.