...and it read thus....

".......So many things in my heart that i would love to say. the conceiving part always gets over the incubation period is superbly dealt with but it as at the time of delivery is that all my efforts fail.

Just a small example to prove this. i am currently reading Kane and Able by jeffrey Archer. can not relate? Prior to this I was reading Earnest Hemmingway's 'old man and the sea.' Still can not relate? I read the little prince, life beyond death, etc etc too. Now can you relate? No? Try now. I had a bookmark, which passed from one book to other constantly, keeping pages and do not know what not for me. Still Couldn't make out what i mean? Well then I must describe the bookmark. The bookmark isn't a postcard with scenery on it. Nor is it card strip with a lovely quote, nor is it a picture of my beloved....... . Just a few folded sheets of paper. I have not dared to open them but I know its not blank. I do not know why but whenever I look at it I get a feeling something that must not be revealed lies inside. But sometimes I feel its just waiting for me to reveal it. Sometimes I feel it is better not to dig the buried. Sometimes I feel that what is buried is still not dead but alive and awaits to breathe. (But this is not possible I had myself seen the ashes). But I must say whatever it is it depends on me and waits for me. It silently persuades me. When I deny, it rebels, sometimes(it has mastered the art of understanding the situation and rebels only when I am alone). But then I think what good it would do to anybody if it were brought out. But then again I think of 'phoenix'. Could it be the newborn? Must be (I sometimes hear the infant like cries). Or is it what I call the 'dead' itself.the phone just buzzed and it was you.

whatever it is but you can be sure of this that it will not go to the other books after this. nor is it going to keep pages for me in 'Kane & Able'. oh! i forgot to tell you one important thing. once few days back i had dared to look through the folds of the pages. i could manage to read the first line. It read 'dear Samir Bhaiya. ........"

What's it in him.......

What's in him that is so divine? What's in him that is so innocent, pure and pristine? I have tried to answer this many a times and have got the same answer. And he knows it!!!

He walked...

The signboard outside The Rakum School for the Blind read "Your five rupees would feed a child a day.." And He walked everyday a distance of about eight kilometres.......

Myth v/s Reality

Slowly, it sinks in.

You are invited to every party. But you have never really been a part of it. They made sure that you are just “too good” to be one amongst them. By inviting you, they have won a far greater battle than by ignoring you. Their smiles – acknowledging your presence amidst them – mocks at you in delight.

What is it that they are making you fight against?

Their own guilt? I guess not.

Their fear of loss of their own identity amidst the towering persona of yours? May be!

“Where do you have time to freak out with us? Aren’t you just too busy to waster your time with us”? - And he was never called for ‘freaking out’ or just ‘wasting his time’.

“We thought your phone would be busy, you know!” - And he never got any call.

“We thought you would not come” – And he was never invited.

Slowly, it sinks in.

The way to mar a man - IGNORE HIM.

He will die wondering what’s wrong with him!!!

..Bend in the road...!!!

Every moment is pre-destined...The turn on the road you take...the speeding car that you just short of bumped into....the screeching halt of the car...the fierce exchange of glances...suddenly turning into pleasant awes...Long lost acquaintance...What separates you both are the years in between...and your individual choices...But for the turn and the bend in the road...!!!

At Dhobighaat...

Far, far away from the pandemonium of urban life, there lie a topsy-turvy world oblivion to the city folks...You need not make an effort to reach there...You will be called for, when your time comes...Your feet will walk you there...Your eyes will find the direction...Don't even bother to ask "How far" or "Which way"...Your heart will tell you when you have reached there...One night, I was called there and since then I have returned there many a times, though not in person...

In the midst of all the mayhems of city life, lie a poignant place by itself, which people call "Dhobi Ghaat"...A rectangular blockade of water, surrounded by a stretch of concrete which in turn is surrounded by creepers and plants half grown, half neglected...The place itself is stingy, unkept, devoid of any brightness...But that's what exactly make it so serene, so calm...The only brightness that you might see is the flickering shadows of light floating in symphonic reflections from the surrounding apartments...On a lucky day you will see the moon smiling at you...

You park yourself on one of the benches alongside and you will see life unfolding in front of your eyes....Towards your right, sits a lone soul, motionless, deep in thought....so deep that his thoughts seem to float on the surface...his unkempt hair, his half-open book on his lap, his untied shoe string, all speaks about a life half-lived...Is he reflecting on his past or is he mulling over his future....you would never know....His eyes searches for some answers, the questions staring stark naked on his face....

If you look a little farther from there, your eyes will hold the beatific sight of an old couple...Their silence speak volumes, their eyes tell a story of life lived completely ... Their meloncholy of thoughts play itself in the look of their eyes...You feel profound and proud having shared few moments with the benign couple....

Move your head on your left and there you will see them...Two friends engrossed in the nostalgia of their past, each, describing their journey and how the chain of events has brought them together again - after ten years of separation...both of them having held themselves on a ray of promise to meet at this place...Can't you notice the small aura of celebration in the air surrounding them!!...

On a bench exactly opposite to you, a father helps his disabled young one to take little steps in what would be a long journey...the young one too terrified to take that small step, too innocent to understand the meaning of fall and pain...You cannot but help yourself send a little prayer for the toddler.....

As you gather your belongings and walk towards the gate...you take along with you, the search of the solitary soul, the bliss of the young couple, the love of the friends, the helplessness of the young father and... last but not the least, the innocence of the child....

Life would play itself again with the same emotions on another day with another characters...A part of you would remain there forever on the concretised path of "Dhobighaat" to watch it for one more time...

Your thought..

As the wheels of time take their turns....And the daily pandemonium wanes....The sky changes it's attire...I withdraw myself in my shell...And YOU come to my mind like a pole star....Directing me unto you...I am resurrected...A new me is born...Just by your thought!!!