Moving On!

In the glorified view that I had of myself till a few months back, I thought that it is some great inner strength, some extraordinary talent that I have, which makes me go on, keep pushing, never say die! But during these few months, I've come to realize that it is something else.....nowhere as glorious or great..... it's the fire that burns within, the fire to compete, the fear of failure, the anguish of deceptions received, the phobia of being left behind, the emptiness of not having an anchor in the troubled seas of life.......it is because if all these that I never stop...!!!!

that journey!

All this while, i was under the impression that being attracted to someone at first sight meant looking at immense beauty, merry laughter, a wistful smile, .. anything that signified the other person felt the same way about you, or better...!!!
But when I looked at you today, I realized that even solemn, sad, melancholy looks can attract, beckon one towards the untold secrets hidden in the darkness within, something I would refer to as the dark night of the soul.

To Anil Kumble

Here's what i have to say about Anil Kumble on his retirement:

Some fly low,
Some fly high,
And some just choose to reach out and wrap their arms around the sky........!!!!

Thanks for the memories, Jumbo!!!

Why?

One day, I was standing alone, all by myself, in a dark, cold room. With nothing to do on my hands, I was empty, for once, in mind, heart and soul. Out of boredom, I did what most of us would have done; I started going through that infinite wealth we all possess, namely, the bank of memories. Leafed quickly through some sour ones, chuckled at some naughty ones, before I came to a bunch of some fond memories. And then I was looking at a particularly warm one; I touched it, and the warmth coursed up through my fingers and enveloped my entire being. Within moments, I was actually able to see it, the image filling the room, bathing it in warm light. I reached out to touch it, to feel that warmth rush through my soul once more; but as soon as my fingers brushed against it, it shimmered, like a mirage, and disappeared, leaving me shivering in the cold, once again enveloped in darkness.

question, questions...!!!

I have a few questions!

Why does the process of growing up have to be the way it is?

Why is it that, as part of this process, we are taught to make small sacrifices on moral grounds so as to achieve the bigger, more tangible objective?

Why is it that people who defy this process are termed `Mavericks’?

Why do such people have to be the exceptions?

Why does the truth always have to be sugar coated?

Why do people have to maintain multiple facets, pretending to be friends when they are anything but that?

Why are people so eager to form first impressions about others, to cast them into categories, and then to hold on to those impressions and opinions no matter what?

Why are people so hesitant to give others a second chance?

is this a poem?

Once upon a time, there was a me,

A free stallion, chasing the edge of the rainbow

Young, passionate and forever merry,

I was the one standing forever tall,

People around looking up to me,

And then I crashed, had a fall,

My body was not all that was hurt,

And then those people didn’t know me at all,

Though I continue to walk down life’s dark alley,

All I’ve got now is faint recollections, vague shadows of the man I used to be.

Once upon a time, there was a me……..

I, the Me !

Who am I?

I could be an Eagle, not just flying, but one that just spreads its wings and feels that it flies;

I could be just another lost face in the crowd, stumbling, shuffling along;

I could be a Cloud, drifting across the sky, silently observing the kaleidoscope laid out below, one of a million, yet unique by myself;

I could be the sea, struggling each day, each moment, to break my barriers, yet troubled by tempests within.....

I am the stars and the light that radiates from them, I am the little bug on the windowsill in the morning, I am the cool night breeze rushing on to your face and through your hair, I am the dark, mysterious shadow on the street corner at night ……

I am The Unknown, The Undefined, The Indescribable, and I shall defy the norm; I shall NOT let myself be restricted by the shackles that are words!