Nothingness

Felt a cold and stony stare,
engulfed with a chilly air.
I felt drawn and pulled, by a mysterious force
Beckoning me to push through those forbidden doors.

Was I being hypnotized into submission?
I don’t know….
I entered the world of oblivion!
Tugging me on, was the mysterious magician
To this world, the scion.

The doors that I walked right through,
Vanished before my eyes.
Would someone out there,
Respond to my cries?

Eyes filled with tears,
Heart resonating my fears,
I mustered the courage to ask,
“Who are you?”

This seemed to have brought
to our silent walk, a halt.
A shiver running down my spine,
as I watched his dark silhouette shine.

As he turned without haste,
I dreaded what was to be faced.
Overburdened with helplessness,
I looked at him, he was “Nothingness”!!!

I stood there numb,
for god knows how long,
Realizing with every heartbeat,
This is not where I belong.

All of a sudden, everything was a blur.
I was ported back in time,
as though in a time machine.

While continuing to sway,
Some sense made back their way.
Eyes blinking as my desktop screen glared
Ears deciphering as the surroundings blared.

An energetic hand had pulled me,
Back to the world of sane.
Saved me from going deeper
in the chimera of my brain.

As my colleague spoke,
It looked like I finally woke.
“Hey, coming for tea?”
I nodded affirmatively with glee.

Thoughts

Ever compared your thoughts to that of a school of fishes that come rushing along almost to the surface of the water when you drop a piece of bread. Hundreds of them similar to your thoughts, some of them big enough to push the smaller ones aside and claim the largest chunk of the bread piece (read : your attention, for a longer duration), while the smaller ones are left fighting for the smaller portion, satisfied at getting even a minuscule portion.And when you decide to grab one of them, you carefully bring your hand an inch above the surface of the water, then with a frightening speed thrust your hand into the water, and then what happens?... like a silk cloth being pulled away from your hand, they flee away in different directions, leaving you with nothing but a wet hand. And they don't return till the ripples formed on the surface have died out. Just like your mind, you will seldom be able to grab one thought and ponder on it till you wish to. When you try to, they will run helter-skelter without coming in your grasp and will not return till your mind is at ease like the surface of the water.

Bachpan

My first attempt at Hindi poetry. :)

E bacchpan,

Kuch der aur, bas kuch pal aur..

Yaad nahi hume,

woh suhani si mehak

girti thi jab zameen par

barish ki boondein tapak-tapak

woh khil-khilati hasi bhi

ab tho parai si lage

E bachpan, hai yeh arz choti

zindagi ka sabab, phir sikha de hume

E bacchpan,

Kuch der aur, bas kuch pal aur..

saath de humaara, sang reh hamare

Door tak dikhne wali kacchi sadak

nanhe kadam aasaani se tai kar aati

dhool, mitti, kankad ka dhyaan kisi?

Sang the jab, kadam se kadam milate saathi

khel khud mein hokar masroor

Sab se ho jate bekhabar..

Raat ko ghar laut kar karna,

agle din ka intezaar, be sabar

Doston se na to narazgi,
na hoton pe koi shikayat

kaise ho sakti hai itni pak,

woh bachpan ki unchui inayat

E Bacchpan, zara kuch der saath de, kuch door hi sahi

Saath chal hamaare

Bin dastak, darwaaza khol dena,

doston ki pehchan lena aahat..

woh pal hai phir jeena

bas itni si hai chahat

Naazuk kande uta lete bari tokri..

nani ke kahaniyon ki,

ma ki pyaari baaton ki,

papa ke aadarshon ki,

teacher ke sikhaye paat ke,

doston ke chutkulon ki..

Kabhi na paya inhe bhoj,

Ab tho badal chuki hai apni soch,

nikhal pade hai sab,karne paison ki khoj

Power of Money

Indeed! Money can't buy everything. I put this up as my gtalk status msg, and quite a few have asked me about 'what I was trying to buy?'. I wasn't particularly looking to buy something, but .. well, here's the story!

On many occasions, I had seen an old lady walking, supporting her grandson of 12 years (maybe) on one arm.. struggling. Her grandson is mentally ill. I doubt if he can see the world too. Everyday, she diligently takes him for a walk. I don't know where she stays, where she takes him, but have always seen her on this "journey". Occasionally stopping to wipe the sweat off her brow, or changing her position, i.e. supporting her grandson on the other arm after a while.

Today, I stood waiting in the queue of an ATM, cursing the hot weather, the long queue, the slowness of the people ahead, etc. All of a sudden there was a commotion, I turned around and to my horror, a boy had fallen on the road..it was her grandson and she struggled to get him back on his feet. Her old age was clearly visible in her hunched back. And I felt stupid for having complained about the silly things. I walked out of the queue to give her some money, and she accepted it and thanked me for it. I had done nothing...absolutely nothing, yet she looked at me like I had done something incredible. Never felt so small. and through money I seeked to rest my heart that ached every single time in the past. Yet... my heart was still aching. Truly, money cant buy everything!

How to do them...

Read some of them somewhere.. Guess it was Archies Gallery.

Love like you've never been hurt

Trust like you've never been betrayed

Work like you've never been recognized

Laugh like you've never heard a joke before

Treat like you would want to be treated

Dance like no one's watching

Play like you don't care about winning

2010 - A new beginning? or A new begginning!

“We only live once, but once is enough if we do it right. Live your life with class, dignity, and style so that an exclamation, rather than a question mark signifies it!”

- Gary Ryan Blair

This is my first blog for this year. And seems like just another ordinary year on the outside.

• No time to blog.
• Still learning to be more responsible each day.
• Yet to learn not to argue with Mum. :-)
• already given up on my new year resolution to stay fit. and so on...

But, if I dig deeper and try to question my inner self "Will this year be something new and different?" The answer hardly surprises me... "yes, it's going to change your life". Further pondering and dwelling on this interesting topic makes me realize.. the way we lead our life determines the quotation mark to be associated with it.

An exclamation mark or a question mark.

Children's Day Special

Firstly, Let me wish every child a very Happy Children's Day! And by child, I don't mean by age, but the young at heart.

I am sure, each of us has a child within us.

• Never willing to grow up.
• Enjoying life's happiness in really silly, simple moments.
• Having an inquisitive mind.
• Making the most of the holidays :)

I never felt so connected to the child within me. And yes, I fulfilled all the above requirements too :) Started my day with a visit to a nearby Temple. They were decorating the Ganesh idol and the curtains were drawn and I was feeling quite restless. The only other restless soul was a 7 or 8 year old boy named Karthik. Once the curtains were pulled aside and the bhajans began..along with the beats of drum!!! Where was that coming from? I was really curious to know the source of the drum beats. Everyone around me was focusing on the decorated idol, deeply immersed in their own prayers. Only one person shared my curiosity... no prize for guessing. It was Karthik again. I chided myself for acting like a 7yr old. But suddenly, he pointed at a small drum which was powered by electricity. Next thing.. both of us smiled like... like.. like 7 yr olds :) It felt great!