Dreaming, dreaming, I go on to dream,
My dreams, that are, dressed as reality,
My dreams that question my silence,
Dreams to believe in me.
Dreaming, dreaming, I go on to dream,
My dreams that tell me to cross the bridge,
The bridge built on doubts and fear,
Which will be crossed if my mind was clear.
Dreaming, dreaming, I go on to dream,
My dreams to fly in the open sky,
To embrace the careless wind and feel my flapping wings,
Fly where dreams are a reality and I go on to dream.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
I wish to go
I wish to go.
Escape the maddening chaos screaming down my neck. The yelling buzz gnawing the peaceful space in my mind. People ruthlessly grabbing the bits of calm in my heart, as if it were a rare trophy. 'Hey, how do you have that calm trophy for so long!!! I want it'.
So I have this list of places to visit to preserve my trophy.
(1) Scotland (I am told that I will absolutely love it. The beauty of it is more mesmerizing than any of Europe)
(2) Spain (because of Zindagi na milegi dobara. I will be glad to feel half the free spiritedness that those guys felt)
(3) Aachen (Thanks to Tamal we saw this absolutely serene and scenic town. I loved the architecture and just walking around. I know Sumit that you wish to spend some time alone with your friend here but trust me, leave me alone with a cappuccino, croissant, my books, train ticket and my laptop and am more than happy. It's the only place I wish to revisit)
p.s. Wonder where would Tamal go for calm?
(4) Las Vegas (I heard people go wild here so I don't mind exploring the wilder me)
(5) Tanzania (that's my birth place and mom tells me it really is exquisite so there I have my real wildlife safari waiting)
(6) Turkey (I've wanted to visit this place while in Dubai. Would be intriguing to see how a middle eastern country lives the European way. And of course the Turkish food - the limited vegetarian options)
(7) Raju's cottage, Manali (I saw this simple holiday resort sorts on NDTV good times. The place had such a high picturesque quotient while being no frills with its endless orchids)
(8) McLeod Ganj (again seen pictures of how beautiful the place is)
(9) Goa (to unconfine and indulge in feny)
(10) Any suggestions...?
Whew! That's a good trophy preservation list to begin with.
Escape the maddening chaos screaming down my neck. The yelling buzz gnawing the peaceful space in my mind. People ruthlessly grabbing the bits of calm in my heart, as if it were a rare trophy. 'Hey, how do you have that calm trophy for so long!!! I want it'.
So I have this list of places to visit to preserve my trophy.
(1) Scotland (I am told that I will absolutely love it. The beauty of it is more mesmerizing than any of Europe)
(2) Spain (because of Zindagi na milegi dobara. I will be glad to feel half the free spiritedness that those guys felt)
(3) Aachen (Thanks to Tamal we saw this absolutely serene and scenic town. I loved the architecture and just walking around. I know Sumit that you wish to spend some time alone with your friend here but trust me, leave me alone with a cappuccino, croissant, my books, train ticket and my laptop and am more than happy. It's the only place I wish to revisit)
p.s. Wonder where would Tamal go for calm?
(4) Las Vegas (I heard people go wild here so I don't mind exploring the wilder me)
(5) Tanzania (that's my birth place and mom tells me it really is exquisite so there I have my real wildlife safari waiting)
(6) Turkey (I've wanted to visit this place while in Dubai. Would be intriguing to see how a middle eastern country lives the European way. And of course the Turkish food - the limited vegetarian options)
(7) Raju's cottage, Manali (I saw this simple holiday resort sorts on NDTV good times. The place had such a high picturesque quotient while being no frills with its endless orchids)
(8) McLeod Ganj (again seen pictures of how beautiful the place is)
(9) Goa (to unconfine and indulge in feny)
(10) Any suggestions...?
Whew! That's a good trophy preservation list to begin with.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
I feel alive
The soft breeze, dancing to the tune of the monsoons, her freshly manicured fingers exuding chill. She seducingly whispers in my ears, laughs and plays with my loose hair strands. She then looks at me with its darkened kohled eyes. The smile disappears and turns into a frown to find me laboriously punching into my blackberry. The hair strands still curled in the direction of the breeze but which go unnoticed by me. 'Damn technology smitten humans', the breeze curses.
She then seethingly turns its back on me and stealthily tiptoes in the other direction. And with renewed freshness tickles the shrub, the tree, the flowers, the lifeless dry leaves which had long forgotten the meaning of life. And all responded. The shrubs giggled while the tree swayed. The flowers blink shyly casting their fragrance in all directions. The lifeless dry leaves float along with the breeze turn a pale green as if infused with a second life. The breeze is joyous. She breathes ecstasy.
In her ecstatic moment, she looks at me who is now staring at nothing. 'Ah, finally without her technology toy'...the breeze notices. One last try and she blows, this time, a mild soft touch. The touch that feels like a gentle kiss on my cheek and I blush.
I feel alive.
She then seethingly turns its back on me and stealthily tiptoes in the other direction. And with renewed freshness tickles the shrub, the tree, the flowers, the lifeless dry leaves which had long forgotten the meaning of life. And all responded. The shrubs giggled while the tree swayed. The flowers blink shyly casting their fragrance in all directions. The lifeless dry leaves float along with the breeze turn a pale green as if infused with a second life. The breeze is joyous. She breathes ecstasy.
In her ecstatic moment, she looks at me who is now staring at nothing. 'Ah, finally without her technology toy'...the breeze notices. One last try and she blows, this time, a mild soft touch. The touch that feels like a gentle kiss on my cheek and I blush.
I feel alive.
Friday, June 24, 2011
A beautiful little girl
It's been a month since you're gone and there hasn't been a day that I didn't miss you badly. 30 days without you...seems unbelievable. Your affection, love, excitement, cute antics...I miss it all so much. Your sheer innocence and liveliness is so alive in our memories that it seems not possible that death could touch you. I feel that you might just sneak out from under the bed someday and everything will just be the same as before. You brought back the child in us all the time. You have left us as hurt adults.
As we grow as adults, we feel shy to express our emotions. But every time you pounced on us and did not let anyone go beyond the living room till we expressed our love and affection. Your beautiful dark eyes were always filled with love. You demanded immense love from us just like the way you gave us.
Our house was alive with your constant barking. The neighbors, visitors, cats and mice were petrified to even come near the house. Visitors or workmen were even scared to touch our main gate because of you. You were known to be ferocious and (to our advantage) we let that impression be. Even though you were so timid that you couldn't even go alone till the main door in the dark. Or always peed outside the vet's clinic. You know your barking friend Tuffy too misses you. Her faint barking was in sync with your shrieky barking. Now she keeps waiting for your response, just like we do. She alone can't scare away the cats or monkeys.
We miss your childhood, the small ball of pure white fur. My hands now crave to stoke your soft fur. I remember the moment you arrived in a small jute basket, sleeping, unaware of the permanent love you etched in our hearts. I named you in an instant. I played with you as if you were a teddy bear. You must hate me for all those times when I cuddled you hard. You bit all the carpets away and jumped around in every room. I scared you with the red bucket, irritated you by pretending to pull out your ticks or moving around the furniture. You grew up too fast. And became one lovely lady. But with all our pampering you were still the child of the house. I am sure 7 or 17 years, you would have always stayed the baby that you were. Every time I visited, I always had to pick up something for you. All of us thought of you when in market which is why the house was filled with your goodies. You were part of every aspect of mom and dad's routine.
Your going moments still hurt a lot. I don't know why god made us experience them. The only reason I try to convince myself that of your going is that it was time you had to be reborn as a little brat destined to be pampered and spolit by someone else. You must be reborn somewhere as a beautiful little girl with beautiful black eyes, I wish.
As we grow as adults, we feel shy to express our emotions. But every time you pounced on us and did not let anyone go beyond the living room till we expressed our love and affection. Your beautiful dark eyes were always filled with love. You demanded immense love from us just like the way you gave us.
Our house was alive with your constant barking. The neighbors, visitors, cats and mice were petrified to even come near the house. Visitors or workmen were even scared to touch our main gate because of you. You were known to be ferocious and (to our advantage) we let that impression be. Even though you were so timid that you couldn't even go alone till the main door in the dark. Or always peed outside the vet's clinic. You know your barking friend Tuffy too misses you. Her faint barking was in sync with your shrieky barking. Now she keeps waiting for your response, just like we do. She alone can't scare away the cats or monkeys.
We miss your childhood, the small ball of pure white fur. My hands now crave to stoke your soft fur. I remember the moment you arrived in a small jute basket, sleeping, unaware of the permanent love you etched in our hearts. I named you in an instant. I played with you as if you were a teddy bear. You must hate me for all those times when I cuddled you hard. You bit all the carpets away and jumped around in every room. I scared you with the red bucket, irritated you by pretending to pull out your ticks or moving around the furniture. You grew up too fast. And became one lovely lady. But with all our pampering you were still the child of the house. I am sure 7 or 17 years, you would have always stayed the baby that you were. Every time I visited, I always had to pick up something for you. All of us thought of you when in market which is why the house was filled with your goodies. You were part of every aspect of mom and dad's routine.
Your going moments still hurt a lot. I don't know why god made us experience them. The only reason I try to convince myself that of your going is that it was time you had to be reborn as a little brat destined to be pampered and spolit by someone else. You must be reborn somewhere as a beautiful little girl with beautiful black eyes, I wish.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Our forever love
She was a breathe of fresh air,
She was sheer excitement unfolded,
She was a bundle of our joys,
She was everything life and lively,
She gave us unadulterated love.
She demanded love from each one who touched her life,
Her deep set twinkling eyes that craved for pure adoration,
She bared her teeth in her effort to smile back at us,
She was our little, beautiful, delicate baby,
Inseparable from our happiness and lives,
She was our white angel without wings,
Who grew wings and went away just like that,
Couldn't she have stayed longer,
Won't she come back looking at our grief,
Wherever she is, I want her to know,
We will be what she wanted us to be, loving and smiling,
We are glad she touched our lives and showed us what it is to selflessly love,
We will not mourn as we feel she is always with us,
We miss her every single minute and she will be our forever love.
She was sheer excitement unfolded,
She was a bundle of our joys,
She was everything life and lively,
She gave us unadulterated love.
She demanded love from each one who touched her life,
Her deep set twinkling eyes that craved for pure adoration,
She bared her teeth in her effort to smile back at us,
She was our little, beautiful, delicate baby,
Inseparable from our happiness and lives,
She was our white angel without wings,
Who grew wings and went away just like that,
Couldn't she have stayed longer,
Won't she come back looking at our grief,
Wherever she is, I want her to know,
We will be what she wanted us to be, loving and smiling,
We are glad she touched our lives and showed us what it is to selflessly love,
We will not mourn as we feel she is always with us,
We miss her every single minute and she will be our forever love.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Termination of the 'HUMAN' Experiment
Students,
Today I wish to share my most sucessful experiment called EG3 but which I had to abruptly end due to its increasingly venomous effect on other galaxies and species.
Here goes...
Once upon a time, in a far far away planet, there lived a species called human. The human, one rare and absolutely funny concoction of emotions and intelligence, the imbalance of which lead to their extinction.
I had planned it since the beginning. In our Earth lab, we planned, monitored and controlled everything.
These humans were induced with chemicals called thinking (thk2), inventing (ivt4), belief (bfe2) and feelings (flg3). Together these chemicals lead to confusion (cfs2) and also produced a new chemical, that was unknown to us and a new discovery. It was ego (eg3). So to test the capacities of eg3, we made them invent, evolve and become powerful than other species around. This made the eg3 chemical in humans grow exponentially. These inventions were meant to ease their lives but which, in reality, complicated it further. We visited them every now and then to make them feel that they have understood their solar system and know of life beyond earth. They started working on inventions that were more powerful than themselves. The eg3 chemical widened the trap that we lay for them. They didn't realize but it gradually destroyed everything they had ever understood.
Eg3 spread like an incurable infection. It made them destroy each other and whatever was around them. In fact eg3 also had the capability of destroying its parent chemicals - thinking, inventing, belief and feelings.
Lot of humans preached to free themselves from eg3 but in turn the preachers became the infected carriers. Humans became blinder, deafer and deprived from feelings. It came to the extent where their inventions started destroying them in masses. There was blood shedding, bombing and more infections everywhere.
It was then that we decided to terminate experiment 'human' and with them the toxic 'eg3'.
Signing off - 22%TEKP$
Today I wish to share my most sucessful experiment called EG3 but which I had to abruptly end due to its increasingly venomous effect on other galaxies and species.
Here goes...
Once upon a time, in a far far away planet, there lived a species called human. The human, one rare and absolutely funny concoction of emotions and intelligence, the imbalance of which lead to their extinction.
I had planned it since the beginning. In our Earth lab, we planned, monitored and controlled everything.
These humans were induced with chemicals called thinking (thk2), inventing (ivt4), belief (bfe2) and feelings (flg3). Together these chemicals lead to confusion (cfs2) and also produced a new chemical, that was unknown to us and a new discovery. It was ego (eg3). So to test the capacities of eg3, we made them invent, evolve and become powerful than other species around. This made the eg3 chemical in humans grow exponentially. These inventions were meant to ease their lives but which, in reality, complicated it further. We visited them every now and then to make them feel that they have understood their solar system and know of life beyond earth. They started working on inventions that were more powerful than themselves. The eg3 chemical widened the trap that we lay for them. They didn't realize but it gradually destroyed everything they had ever understood.
Eg3 spread like an incurable infection. It made them destroy each other and whatever was around them. In fact eg3 also had the capability of destroying its parent chemicals - thinking, inventing, belief and feelings.
Lot of humans preached to free themselves from eg3 but in turn the preachers became the infected carriers. Humans became blinder, deafer and deprived from feelings. It came to the extent where their inventions started destroying them in masses. There was blood shedding, bombing and more infections everywhere.
It was then that we decided to terminate experiment 'human' and with them the toxic 'eg3'.
Signing off - 22%TEKP$
Thursday, May 12, 2011
The battle we're losing which we think we're not even fighting
I often have wondered what makes people so addicted to facebook or twitter. To be driven to the extent of sharing information, people to know what they are up to, share pictures, check what others are up to...just that insatiable hunger to stay connected.
How were we connecting before the facebook or twitter era (and am not looking for orkut as an answer). Even before mobiles existed...we stayed in touch by meeting people or writing letters. It was more human touch and less technology. But then we were in touch with only a few.
Today facebook has put me in touch with almost my entire class of 1997. I can check how they look today, what they are up to, what did they do after school...I don't even call friends on birthdays and anniversaries. I wish them on fb.
So the social networking world has opened my world but put me away from the human touch. Where am being empowered on one hand, technology is also lessening my human effect.
Is technology somewhere making me lose the battle on the sly which I don't even realize am fighting?
How were we connecting before the facebook or twitter era (and am not looking for orkut as an answer). Even before mobiles existed...we stayed in touch by meeting people or writing letters. It was more human touch and less technology. But then we were in touch with only a few.
Today facebook has put me in touch with almost my entire class of 1997. I can check how they look today, what they are up to, what did they do after school...I don't even call friends on birthdays and anniversaries. I wish them on fb.
So the social networking world has opened my world but put me away from the human touch. Where am being empowered on one hand, technology is also lessening my human effect.
Is technology somewhere making me lose the battle on the sly which I don't even realize am fighting?
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