Life.... It Goes On !!

A screeching sound, as if Something’s broken Loads of silence, but The peace is stolen. Moments, full of love And friendship that I cherish. Loneliness engulfs and My faith is blemished. Cant help the tears Flow down my cheeks, Reminiscence of past As my mind speaks. I wonder if something’s really amiss Or just that I fail to feel the bliss. Even at home my heart’s away, Wonder where it is gone or if Someone’s taken it away. Have been waiting for long To find the place where I belong, Have been wandering a lot To find that right spot. One moment makes me feel I have grown smart, The next comes shattering and Tears the faith apart. Sadly, but again its just another phase I am undergoing a transition phase. Life will have new avenues But till I meet them,I will suffer the blues.

Today I wish 'again' to sit alone, and ponder over the questions you have thrown. I love to listen and I have heard, but there are questions 'Unanswered'. Quest has followed from the soul, I try answering , but end up creating a bigger 'hole'. You have suggested, and countered but there is so much, that I have not deciphered. There are questions so big in size, I simply wonder, how to take these all in my stride. I try to answer some but the chain follows, the whirlpool of thoughts again swallows. I love to hear 'again' and appreciate the smile... but now I wonder how hollow is my pride. So much so, that now I sit alone I wonder if I am good enough to answer your question on my own. Way you see life and self contemplate, My words for you, I feel is a waste. You know so much by virtue of how you have lived I wonder what answers can I give. You have lived and loved thoroughly countered the toughest moments bravely. You have the will, You will have your way...

Woh hansta chehra, Nanhi si woh chhavi Chhotte chhotte kadam Kaise dekhun main abhi. Dur tujh se khud ko Kiya maine hai khud, Sach hai magar Tu yaad aati hai bahut. Aaj bhi jab udaasi hai aati Teri ek tasveer mujhe hai hansati Yaad karte hi tujhe ruh hai khil jati, Kaise kahun kitni teri yaad hai satati. Teri ek kilkari, Woh masti mein ghumana, Badi ho gayi hogi Magar mujhe yaad hai woh zamana. Kaash ki ek pal fir se Tujhe mil paaoon, Dur chahe hai jitna Tujhe palkon pe baithaoon. Hansun tere sang Karun shararat madmati, Kaash ki who guzre pal Main waapis lauta pati…..

Two years or may be more !! They say time flies and I look back to find indeed it has flown so fast. Its just two years when I was part of this city. Time when I was completely settled here. When word Kormangala seemed like my home just like it does to any IT personnel who does not belong to this city (because most North Indians tend to live here or at BTM ... and I still do not know the full form of BTM). Time when longingness for Delhi was so profound that seeing a vehicle bearing Delhi or Chandigarh number would make me happy. When going on long-long walks with friends in the middle of night or may be wee hours of morning on ring road or vast stretch of Marathahalli was routine affair. Planning a weekend to outskirts of Bangalore was an activity much yearned for that made me look forward to completion of weekdays.There was something that took me away from this part of the world to Chennai, to US and back to Chandigarh to Noida and then finally to Pune. Going home after an onsite tr...

Here is the article I take as if it is written for me. This has all expressions about my tendencies, some answers which I give to others who never happen to understand why I am talking what I wam talking. Aptly said, "I want to break free". This is true that even if I am in company of one or many I tend to go quiet, all by myself enjoying the beauty of place I am visiting. Does it sound selfish? Yes, I think I turn selfish when I want to laud the beauty of my surroundingd and please me with my own thoughts with what I am witnessing... yes, a philosphical nut that even I am. This is yet another piece of writting which I appreciate to the core. I mention the mantras here but all who are interested in reading the entire article can check the link : http://specials.rediff.com/getahead/2005/aug/24sld.htm My vacation, my rules! The most common reason for a lot of solo travellers is that it can be very liberating -- right from the initial planning process to the actual trip, logisti...

Its been two years ever since I completed my basic course of 'Art of Living'. There are vivid memories of what we did as a group and individually. There were lessons taught, lessons learnt, many argumentative discussions, much I could not take down my throat that easily and of course some refreshing breathing exercises, that this course is so much known for. Even thought two years have lapsed there is one question that was asked on Day 1 of this course which still throngs my mind repeatedly. 'Who am I ?'. Having come from an engineering college where one takes umpteen interviews for joining umpteen clubs in the first year, where preparing for campus placements is like a religious activity in 3rd year answering this question becomes a religious activity for one and all. Its more like a tact which everyone tries to play around with to impress the jury, the seniors, the elders. There are hoards of learning institutes offering trainings on how to crack the interviews no ma...

Check out the attached blog article.. The photographs are amazing.... but the sight of sand like beach on the water is more perplexing... how can that happen ..... It indeed sounds so weird but its true ... The hoaxslayer newsletter article in January 07 edition on "Floating Volcanic Stones and New Island in the South Pacific" validates that it is indeed true http://yacht-maiken.blogspot.com/2006/08/stone-sea-and-volcano.html Least to say the photographs are absolutely amazing on the blog.. and thats what made me stop and check the details to that depth :)