Tuesday, March 24, 2009

You were like a butterfly,
Wathing you made me believe,
That life is soo simple,
Just spread your wings and fly....

You were the best dancer on the floor,
Looke like an angel in that dress you wore,
I'm generally an introvert at heart,
But preferred not to play that part,
I gave myself to you on first hello,
Spokeof was and when with you...
Khone ki zid mai ye kyu bhulte ho,
Ki paana bhi hota hai....
Wo pal abhi waisa hi hai,
Choda tha jo jaisa wahi....

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

He always used to think,
that whatever he thinks,
wherever he walks,
whatever other people make him feel,
whatever he talks,those are all what is real,
but he was wrong,
he was totally blinded,
now he cannot blame on any one person,
the only person he can blame now is he himself,
but there was one person,one real part in his life,
for which he wanted to be mad forever,
the part which always seemed to be so pure,
he felt pride in that feeling,
but now when that part also seems to betray,
its all so ugly,
that he himself does not wanna talk abt it,
he regrets chosing some one else as his pure part,
that part and role should have been played by himslef,
then it would not be as bad,
but who does not FALL,
it only matters to rise after all that falls...

There are many different independent universes in this world. Like fishes swim in water, and birds fly in air, both in their independent universes. Birds always keep wandering that how do fishes swim so deep, and similarly fishes wander that hw would birds just spread their wings and fly up above so high. But these questions dont have any answers in theier respective universes, still they exist. Those questions never stop being raised, and always there are some bridges between the known and unknown , which make it all possible. In a more polite, refined language we call those bridges as magic. we all have many unknown questions about life, about love, about many unknown things, but for no sane reason we have those questions still searching for answers in our known terrirtories or waiting for some magic to take us to those unknown territories to find the answers. Those bridges can be anything, for some they are people, someone special, for some they can be books, talks with somebody, can even be a small expression of face. You just have to find for those bricks and make ur bridge and finally its not the age of lord ram, where you just throw the rock in water with their name and it floats. You also have to apply some clay, cement on the bricks to make a bridge out of them..Some people finish their life searching for these answers and ignoring all those magical bridges in their life, so never ignore on any point just go with the flow and never think that u r soo special to be gifted with all the bad luck on this world, that wud b just soo unfair, u r also like a common and natural human with some flaws and some strong qualities.. God is never unfair, nor are the circumstances, its just our understanding of them.. !!


Tuesday, March 10, 2009


Today I was just having a nice conversation with one of my seniors at company. It was raining here in Switzerland, and I was quiet liking it. I was out without an umbrella, and was all excited to walk in the rain, and for that reason I had come to work in sandals today to feel the water on my feet. And I was walking the similar way with him while we were going for lunch. We had conversations on many topics ranging from politics, religion, India, India and India. I don’t know why, though there are many Indians in the building but when it comes to talking about India, every one does come to me. I would never understand it. But finally the topic came to rain. And I could guess from his face that he was curious to know that how do I like the rain so much. I was the only one without umbrella that day I guess. And finally he came up with the question: “ Why do you like rain so much ?”.. I had never thought on it much. Do we generally think, I mean when we love something, we never justify it to ourselves, we just do. But I dunno why, I wanted to think on these lines, lines less travelled, path less taken. And spontaneously I came up with so many reasons:
In India we generally don’t have that good drainage system, I mean we have at many places but it rains so much and people are too greedy to work with full dedication that usually we have water puddles and water gathered at places. So during rains we have holiday and we used to just run out of home playing all day long, making paper boats in water, splashing water, playing cricket and what not. Then I told him about the special smell of the rain in India, because it just makes the dust to settle down and they create such a soothing smell, which I so much miss here. Then I came out with many incidents and reasons, which did prove that I should like rain. It was really mind freshening to remember all this. Finally I came up with an argument, which I myself I don’t know how did it come, but I said that “If there was no rain we people could never eat in India”, coz after all it’s the monsoon which helps the farmers to nourish their farms and come up with majority of what we eat daily. So whenever it rains we have a reason to celebrate. But I was just wondering that did I ever know this when I was a kid. The only thin I knew was that food came out of kitchen, and nowhere else. Still I exuberated when it rained. But looking at the broader picture all these random reasons are linked somewhere or the other to each other. When monsoon comes, more knowledgeable people like our parents and teachers who knew that food came from the soil, were really happy when it rained, and we had all the freedom to do anything. And it is interlinked in a way that elder people generally think of their childhood when it rains, the times when they were a kid and they were also happy for the reason mentioned earlier. So for this reason also , to feel that happiness again , we kids are allowed to do anything. So consciously or subconsciously everything around us has an impact on how we behave, how we react, how we talk, how we walk, how we celebrate.. It is all interrelated. But if you go more deeper, you can find billions of interrelated matrices filled with reasoning enough to question even our existence..
So better be away from all this, and just accept life as it is !!Truly remembering the past, the better part is always mind freshening , rest part of the memory we either ignore or we never really remember.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Pretending Syndrome

This is some kind of a disease which conciously or subconciously we get infected by ,some time or other. And it is unique of its kind, with symptoms spread all over your personality from body language to talks and so simple to read. Its symptoms can be guessed by anybody who is not even qualified to be a doctor. But the beautiful thing is that nobody can be a doctor to this infectious disease, as soon as one reads the symptoms they either get transfered or never get conveyed to the patient. So finally the patient never heals till he/she stands in front of a mirror. And it is not that simple, because some mirrors might be stained or some might even not be mirrors (just pretending to be one). So its all very complex. But there is only one solution to this disease which you will find as you go through the passage.

You can fake it through the day, but at the end you can never fake yourself. Just take this as a law of universe, coz if not daily someday u will have to stand in front of mirror or your subconcious will never allow you to live life peacefully.
He was just standing in front of me looking at all those crazy people who were just mad enough to make nasty noises during the middle of the night. Look on his face was obvious, he could not tolerate them, though he himself did not know the reason. He was giving such a look that he wanted to go home and be at peace with himself. Suddenly he broke the silence in not so silent surroundings and bursted " What the hell is this ?"... We are all descent group of citizens, how can we let this happen. Though he was talking all this, but somewhere everybody listening to him knew that how much he wanted to be a part of this crowd, but he would not. Because he just thinks that it is beyond his respect . So all the passion and energy which he otherwise would have used to be a part of the crowd was now diverted to just random thoughts and talks which did not really had any meaning. You are basically telling yourself how coward you are .. so better stop pretending today itself and spread your wings, hold the paint brush, paint the skies blue, red, yellow, green and all the colours you imagine and just fly ... !!

If you look into the crowd there was a person who was dancing like crazy. He was just talking and when people were not interested in his talks all he was doing was dance. And he was dancing with his eyes closed. It all look so inspirational and beautiful. But go a little closer, his talks just did not had any meaning, he was just talking to keep the conversation alive and take the command of topics in his hand. And while he was dancing , though with eyes closed all the time, he did opened them at regular intervals to look at people and guess what they might be thinking, seemed like he had some sixth sense. But it was clear from all this that he was pretending to be enjoying this. It was clearly visible like a moon in the dark sky. He might be trying his best to hide it but could not really succeed. Whenever you are not what you really are, you are pretending a false image, you are trying to be someone else, its so transparent that even a person with sun glasses in the dark can easily guess, so better be what you are , coz u r best at pretending to be yourself rather than somebody else. And that is your only strength and is always appreciated, though other images might seem to be attractive, but just stick to yourself coz after all it is you who is living in this world, who has got the oppurtunity to live in such a beautiful world, to live among such lovely people, to feel such abstract emotions, to dance your heart out.

So start living yourself and return back home rather than wondering in the woods searching for different masks to wear..

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life "