I wander..

I want to walk over the hills,
ride in the grasslands against winds,
Wonder how long will it be,
I wonder in my wonderment,
to scale the face of all the land there is.

I want to glide above the rainbows,
fly in the highs against clouds,
Wonder how far will it be,
I wonder in my wonderment,
to penetrate the layers of all the sky there is.

I want to dive under the corals,
surf in the waves against currents,
Wonder how beneath will it be,
I wonder in my wonderment,
to reach the depths of all the ocean there is.

I want to know beside the facts,
discover in the world against people,
Wonder how much will it be,
I wonder in my wonderment,
to satisfy the thirst of all the mind there is.

I want to touch beyond the skin,
lose in the ecstasy against wills,
Wonder how hard will it be,
I wonder in my wonderment,
to transcend the love of all the flesh there is.

I wonder in my wonderment,
to wander in the wonderness of all the wonder there is.

Light outside the tunnel

Mumbai-Bangalore Highway, Aug 2014

I have a long way to go,
but I see light outside the tunnel.
I walk and I run and seem to reach it,
it keeps going on leading me to the end.
As I see the lights inside and then
the light outside the tunnel,
I keep breathing and reaching and seizing,
my heart starts throbbing and my lungs swelling.
As I reach for it, with my dreams at stake
and my memories screaming,
I realise the truth of existing
and the fiction of believing,
that this step of mine, outside the tunnel
will be the end of the screaming, the throbbing and dreaming,
it will be the end of my running and my reaching,
But I see light, bright light, outside the tunnel...

Love what I do..

Working hard for something you love, makes it a piece of cake. Bliss, in its true meaning is to be in line with what makes us happy. It can be in the moment of struggle, or in enjoying the fruit of it. The important point is to feel that harmonious synchronization of what we want, what we need, and what we do to achieve it.

After switching career from Engineering to Interior Design. I have not once felt that I needed to work. This is because I love what I study, I love what I do and I love to get appreciated for the same. The key is to keep at what you love and never give up. I have recently been awarded with 'Dr. Stya Paul Award- 2012-2013' for over all excellence and human values on 4th Oct, 2012. It would have been meaningless if it was given to me for something I did not enjoy, like may be Economics. The point is, this award is important and holds immense value to me just because it was given to me for the hard work I put in the studies whilst enjoying them.

It is important to grow everyday, intellectually. If I don't learn a new thing any day, it makes me feel low. Then I go online and search for some inspiration and feel happy again. When we love to do something, it is likely that we might face some ups and downs, emotionally (because we care, big time!). In such times, if we have someone close to encourage us, its a blessing. But, if we truly love what we do, we'll be up again in no time.

'Never do anything, that you don't believe in. It never brings any good.'- Someone wise

Slipping away..

I was sand caged in a timer,
you came and rescued me,
gave my thirst some water,
gave me some clay.

I promised you could sculpt,
you shaped and molded me,
gave my eyes a vision,
gave me colors everyday.

I changed into a person,
you cherished and loved me,
gave my heart some healing,
gave me a voice to say.

You caressed me as my lover,
I worshiped and loved you,
gave your dreams a direction,
sometimes I made you a dossier.

You made me believe in love again
I supported and motivated you,
gave your questions reasons,
gave you emotions to portray.

We had moments together,
we had things to share,
we wanted to live united,
we never did betray.

But may be I got obsessed,
maybe I cribbed too long,
maybe I couldn't care enough,
somehow I caused you dismay.

Now you were like the sand,
I was clinging too much,
either I drove you far,
or you simply slipped away.

Flight of Life

The clouds were floating in the sky and the shadow of the plane right at the centre of the circle of rainbow right on them made me feel lucky and grateful to have been alive this day. I saw the land, the buildings, the coast, the bridges and the railway tracks. It looked like a 3D map. Most importantly, I could see the horizon curved. It made me realize that what we feel is real is just a matter of Perspective.
P.S. The picture is not taken by me as Photography was prohibited. But the view looked like this just 100 times better.

The way things seem to matter is just so elusive. We seldom see the greatness in the life we live, the things we posses, the qualities we have and the meaning of everything that happens around us. It is important to see the true beauty in this world. When an old man smiles at you without any reason, try smiling back at him. When someone needs obvious help, try offering them. When your favorite music plays somewhere, try humming along. When your beloved touches you softly during a fight, try making up. While making your to-do list if you recall an old friend’s birthday, try wishing her. When you see a flower you have never seen before, try clicking a picture. When in crowd if you hear a joke, try laughing like nobody is listening. It feels great. You have a life, embrace it. Make it memorable not only for your loved ones but for everyone around you. You never know which your last words are. Make sure they are positive.

Rememberance

Namaskar!
17th December 2010, 9:15pm my grandfather passed away. He was the noblest soul I had ever come across. It was unforgettable experience to know how he left his body for the ultimate enlightenment. Restless he sat, trying to read the newspaper, trying to chant with that trembling hand and the way he looked at my late grandmother's photograph on the top shelf, were the clear signs that he was not alright. He was a scholar in Sanskrit, and an amazingly accurate astrologer. He had know about his death since long but he never mentioned it. After he turned 92 he declared that he would not live to see another year. He was not afraid but at peace when the moment came near. He sat composed all evening, but suddenly started to get up from his bed. All were worried, my mother, my father and my uncle. My uncle asked him if he needed anything and why did he want to get up. He demonstrated by the gesture of his hand that he was going outside. Everyone was shocked at this and compelled him to lie down. He had never slept or lied flat at his back but right then he did. For a while he kept calm. Again he started to get up and tried to get his breath completely out with his neck stretched and tightly tensed to get something out of his body. We later realized he was trying to get his soul out of his body . My father ran upstairs to get the holy water of Ganga to complete the ritual. Suddenly, my mother screamed in panic to call my father downstairs. The moment my father put that holy water in his mouth, he realized that was it. That evening my sister had planned a surprise for my mother's birthday on 18th. She had gone out for making some arrangements for the 12 am celebration. She never must have imagined that this would happen. Innocently she entered the house with a cake in her hand totally unaware of the situation. The most expected event had occurred and left us all devastated. She wished she could have spoken to him for the last time. But, the wish had no meaning any longer. My grandfather had already left.
May his soul rest in peace!

Things change and so do we..

Places, people and lives never remain the same. Change is not only a part of life but a necessity.
I visited Pune, Maharashtra in June this year. I was interning at an architecture and design firm. I had an amazing experience. There is a reason for using the word 'amazing' in this context. I was amazed because I noticed and realized what is of actual importance in life. It is Life itself.
When we stay in a city we tend to change ourselves into the locals. We talk like them, we walk like them and we are slowly trying to be one of them. We are occupied with the work we do, the pressure of seeking approval, arranging for daily bread and butter, the pressure of making money and coping with the inflation. We focus on things that do not have any importance. These are the very temporary form of time which we mispronounce as 'Life'. Every day has hours and every hour has seconds. We miss on so many things in our visit to earth while we live such meaningless lives.

One fine morning as usual, I woke up, got ready, had my breakfast at my regular stall and hired an auto rikshaw to work. I used to take the same route everyday. I had not noticed anything unusual, except for a lot of ladies riding bi-cycle wearing a saree.But, that day I saw a long queue of school girls. It was so nice to look at them. If one was wearing a saree the other was wearing ghaghra-choli. All the pretty girls had some or the other social issue banner in their hands. I recalled the times when we had private demonstrations of such issues in our school. My mother used to help me wear saree and my father used to paint a banner for me. Our parents never had excuses. They too used to work and yet my parents had all the time in the world for my school home work, projects, cultural events etc. With this though I reached a bridge that I used to cross on my way everyday. I saw people crowded at a bus stop. This gave my thoughts a drift. There I saw a lady, well dressed, yelling at her child. Times have changed. But who says change is always good? Now kids don't get attention they deserve, and 'adaptation' says one should not be needy to ask for it.
Where is this change leading us?
Well, it's something to think about.

In Delhi, I found out that I am ambitious. When I first came here, I was really naive. I had no idea what the world is like. I thank God for not giving me bad experiences here. But, I matured enough even without them. I learnt that there are very different types of people here. I clearly did not belong in a city where every person is running with a metaphorical knife in his had so that he could cut a throat and go ahead in the race of life. The city Changed me a lot. Or if I put it delicately, I grew up.
I will be honest here. I am not very proud of a few changes. I was tender and softer inside before. I came to a state where i questioned my action, my thought, my existence. I repeatedly asked myself, Is this how humans are supposed to become when they 'grow up'? The answer came to me when I visited Pune. I am glad that the answer was No.
In pune I discovered the real me. I learnt that I can become and grow into anything I want. There I stopped being a slave and became the artist of my life. It's all in our own will. It is upto us when it comes to making decisions. it is upto us when we chose the place where we live. The importance of a place and it's people is not insignificant. this shapes your Life. and with the right choice, It(life) will change for good.