It takes two to tango but just one for freestyle dancing.
October 04, 2010
October 03, 2010
# 3 Random Musings For The Day
Wonder why it is that when we begin to enjoy something, someone comes along to point out the frivolity of such pursuits.
October 02, 2010
Goosebumps
Goosebumps,
on your first day at school
Goosebumps,
as you walk up to make your first friend
Goosebumps,
as you near the exam hall
Goosebumps,
when you get your first call
Goosebumps,
As you sing your song on stage
Goosebumps,
when your secret crush walks by
Goosebumps,
when you make it to the football team
Goosebumps,
over every lie you tell your mom
Goosebumps,
the day you graduate,
Goosebumps,
as you face your job interview
Goosebumps,
on your first bonus slip
Goosebumps,
on your very own assignment
Goosebumps,
as your wedding draws near,
Goosebumps,
on seeing your child cry
Goosebumps,
when you face your loved one's death
Goosebumps,
as you pass by the homeless and the orphaned child,
Goosebumps,
over a haunting melody
Goosebumps,
hearing a touching story
Goosebumps,
that makes us seem human
Goosebumps,
for every step on life's journey
( Inspired by my follower Neeha's frequent use of that word. ;) )
She Was My Friend
Tears roll down her cheeks as she checks the obituaries...sure enough that smiling face she can never forget staring back at her, sadly accusing,"you never visited". Proof in her hand of the grim reaper and his sadistic taste for young lives...
The breakfast turns cold, untouched as was dinner the previous night. Her mind taking her to a nostalgic journey more than a decade old. She had just graduated when they met for the first time as interns at their auditing firm.
She liked her on sight...Nita as she softly remembered.. Nita was different : ambitious, intelligent with no qualms in flaunting it, a dreamer, eccentric even. Maybe that was the reason for the contempt that the other girls held for her. It was part jealousy and part groupism - the odd ones always ignored or mocked.
Nita spoke of her family, her work, her dreams, her fears...she was just a sweet girl trying to make a mark on the world but when have narrow minds seen a person for what they truly are?
Audits with her were never boring, intelligent conversation, work, fun, sharing filled the days. Nita was a reflection for all that she stood for and may be that's why they got along so well. When others in the office would ask how she could bear to be seen as friendly with the "weirdo", she simply smiled and replied "Birds of a feather flock together".
As time went by, as it has for aeons, she moved to other projects, other jobs...they still kept in touch, met occasionally but not as before. Life went on, job, marriage, problems, responsibilities but she still thought of her . They met a few times more, at her marriage as Nita's parents was friends with her in-laws (small world, she had thought back then) and a couple of family functions....and then for quite some years they lost touch completely...
She looked at the damp paper, thinking of the bear hug and the huge infectious grin with which Nita greeted her(the surprise element at her wedding) and between guilt ridden sobs wished she had reached out to her when Nita had been on dialysis (she had never known, the secret kept till her last days), when Nita had got her promotions and had few genuine friends to celebrate it with, when a speeding car knocked her dead as she crossed the highway to her office a week after her 31St birthday.
.......Its been five years since Nita moved on to a painless, hopefully better place but the sadness and the ache of regret still lingers as fresh as ever...you see, this story is close to my heart, for Nita was my "weirdo" friend and a small part of me wishes that I had, had a chance to say my goodbyes.....
wc 467
(Real names changed to protect those left behind and respect the ones who have moved on.)
October 01, 2010
# 1 Random Musings For The Day
When life drops you a lemon, Make lemonade, and that's not quite your style Try a lemon soufflé...
September 29, 2010
# 2 Random Musings For The Day
If clothes define a person, why don't the good ones come in the right sizes ???
September 26, 2010
Mirage/Illusion Or Reality
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Near Churchgate, Mumbai
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Came into my life,
Like a whiff of fresh air.
A fragrance so intoxicating,
That had me lost to the world.
A glorious smile that light up my sky,
Made me see stars under the brightest sun.
Eyes as deep as the oceans,
Drowning me in melting pools.
An embrace to warm the coldest of nights,
A soothing voice to vanquish the darkest nightmares.
A beautiful face that reflected the purity within,
A joie de vivre that oozed from every fibre.
An impish grin that sent my heart racing,
A tender glance that had me doing somersaults.
A comfortable silence that needed no speech to mar,
An enduring love that needed no special moments.
Closed my eyes for a moment,
To see clearer still through the soul.
Longed to catch a glimpse
Once more of you.
Multitudes of faces passed me by,
But not the one sort after.
For you had disappeared without a trace ,
Like you had never ever been there.
Were you a mirage,
An Illusion,
A hallucination,
A figment
Or someone else's reality,
Before I could make it mine....
Years gone by,
The question still lingers,
Were you ever truly present,
Were you just another dream,
Or memories of another life long gone !!
September 23, 2010
Love And The Lonely
Love is power, Love is a weakness,
Its a pleasure, Its a pain,
Love is a myriad of emotions,
A riot of colours,
Its an enchanting song, Its a moving portrait,
Love is sweet smelling victory, Love is a bitter tasting loss,
Lives are founded at Its onset,
Its is the logical end to a story.
But to the Lonely, To the Solitary by nature,
Love is :
A strong pair of hands that hold,
A glorious smile cast their way,
A friendly secret whispered,
A soothing voice that heals an ache,
Just someone to compound a joy with.
September 22, 2010
The Song Of Life
A Bass here, a Treble there,
High Octave, Booming Baritone,
High Octave, Booming Baritone,
Soft Silky-hued voices,
Mingle together :
And let a Sonnet begin
Life is a song,
Will you sing along,
Come together musical souls,
And create a Symphony :
And create a Symphony :
The way it was intended to be.
September 17, 2010
Stubborn Innocence And White Lies
Was at the departmental store the other day and saw something both funny, endearing and that which made me sit up and think.
It was the antics of a cute 5/6 year old boy and his mom, out grocery shopping. I guess the mother in question promised him an ice cream of his choice if he helped her pick up stuff. I was on the opposite aisle and could hear the flow of words back and forth.
He would run around picking up small things within his reach and drop them off into the cart . each time asking his mom if he could pick up his ice cream. She would ask him to continue his errands.
After a point the shopping over, she proceeded to the check out counter expecting him to tail along. The smart little one had other ideas. He plonked himself on the aisle floor and told her off loud enough for the other customers to hear of his intention of leaving the store not without the much promised goodies.Try she might, she never got him to budge till she bought him the offending food , redfaced and cursing under her breath...
The kid got what he wanted, the mother what she had come for. As they left, I couldn't help wonder if the seeds of deceit and disbelief is not sowed in our childhood. Would he grow learning the lesson too early in life, never to trust anyone's word or that it is alright to lie and make false promises as he saw his mother do.
I wonder, as parents, what qualities and values are we inculcating in our children and should we not shoulder the blame when they turn up as carbon copies of our own selves, with the very traits we hate but were the one's who taught them....
wc 306 to fictionalise some more
After a point the shopping over, she proceeded to the check out counter expecting him to tail along. The smart little one had other ideas. He plonked himself on the aisle floor and told her off loud enough for the other customers to hear of his intention of leaving the store not without the much promised goodies.Try she might, she never got him to budge till she bought him the offending food , redfaced and cursing under her breath...
The kid got what he wanted, the mother what she had come for. As they left, I couldn't help wonder if the seeds of deceit and disbelief is not sowed in our childhood. Would he grow learning the lesson too early in life, never to trust anyone's word or that it is alright to lie and make false promises as he saw his mother do.
I wonder, as parents, what qualities and values are we inculcating in our children and should we not shoulder the blame when they turn up as carbon copies of our own selves, with the very traits we hate but were the one's who taught them....
wc 306 to fictionalise some more
Stubborn Innocence And White Lies
Was at the departmental store the other day and saw something both funny, endearing and that which made me sit up and think.
It was the antics of a cute 5/6 year old boy and his mom, out grocery shopping. I guess the mother in question promised him an ice cream of his choice if he helped her pick up stuff. I was on the opposite aisle and could hear the flow of words back and forth.
He would run around picking up small things within his reach and drop them off into the cart . each time asking his mom if he could pick up his ice cream. She would ask him to continue his errands.
After a point the shopping over, she proceeded to the check out counter expecting him to tail along. The smart little one had other ideas. He plonked himself on the aisle floor and told her off loud enough for the other customers to hear of his intention of leaving the store not without the much promised goodies.Try she might, she never got him to budge till she bought him the offending food , redfaced and cursing under her breath...
The kid got what he wanted, the mother what she had come for. As they left, I couldn't help wonder if the seeds of deceit and disbelief is not sowed in our childhood. Would he grow learning the lesson too early in life, never to trust anyone's word or that it is alright to lie and make false promises as he saw his mother do.
I wonder, as parents, what qualities and values are we inculcating in our children and should we not shoulder the blame when they turn up as carbon copies of our own selves, with the very traits we hate but were the one's who taught them....
After a point the shopping over, she proceeded to the check out counter expecting him to tail along. The smart little one had other ideas. He plonked himself on the aisle floor and told her off loud enough for the other customers to hear of his intention of leaving the store not without the much promised goodies.Try she might, she never got him to budge till she bought him the offending food , redfaced and cursing under her breath...
The kid got what he wanted, the mother what she had come for. As they left, I couldn't help wonder if the seeds of deceit and disbelief is not sowed in our childhood. Would he grow learning the lesson too early in life, never to trust anyone's word or that it is alright to lie and make false promises as he saw his mother do.
I wonder, as parents, what qualities and values are we inculcating in our children and should we not shoulder the blame when they turn up as carbon copies of our own selves, with the very traits we hate but were the one's who taught them....
September 16, 2010
REGRETS
Regret...
Promises never kept,
Bonds severed,
Shattered Dreams - not to be reset,
Denied Moments - not to be relived,
Trampled Feelings - not to be unshod.
Regret...
Hearts that keep the doors latched,
Arms that know not an embrace,
Fists that never do open,
Faces that turn aside without a twinge,
Feet that walk on, never to return,Minds that never open their windows,
Corrupt Souls that fail to see the light.
Regret...
Icy fingers that throttle speech,
Weary bodies beaten down by the bitter wind,
A terrible chill that engulfs the mind,
Hearts nailed and bled dry,
Whips that ravage and crush the soul.
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