Baby , I love you

This song is from Runaway Bride and i just love the lyrics and the time at which it is sung as a background score....

Yeah...
The sun is shining everyday.
The clouds never get in the way for you and me.
I've known you just a week or two
But baby I'm so into you, I can hardly breathe

And I'm in so totally wrapped up, emotionally
attracted, so physically acting.
So recklessly I need you, so desperately sure
as the sky is blue. Baby, I love you. I love you.

I never knew that I could feel like this.
Can hardly wait till our next kiss, you're so cool.
If I'm dreaming, please, don't wake me up,
'cause baby, I can't get enough of what you do.

And I'm in so electrically charged up, kinetically
acting, erratically need you, fanatically you get
to me. Magically sure as the sky is blue.
Baby I love you, I love you.

I can't believe that this is real, the way I feel.
Baby I gone head over heels (head over heels).


Baby I love you. Baby I love you.
Do you love me too? Baby I love you.

Time of your life

Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.
It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Sometimes we are at the crossroads of our lives. We have several options and we cant choose what is right. The fork on the road creates a diversion. The road is no longer straight. Even if we continue with our existing chores even then they seem new, not like the ones previously defined but with a new meaning and new goal.

We think of maintaining the same course but we cant because after the crossroads nothing is same as before. We cant hold back moments, we need to move ahead as we cant move back in life.But we can take the dear ones we have with us in our journey. The more we try to hold back, the more pain we feel inside. Its better to move along with life. You wont need to turn back, your loved ones will be with you. Its a lesson we learn in life.

Life feels so unpredictable , everything seems to fall apart yet at the end we see everything is right, we have not lost any moments. You will find all your love with you in the end. Its the time of your life.

Careless laughter.....

It was raining heavily. The trees were dancing with the wind.The raindrops splattered on the muddy jheel water creating tiny whirlpools. The narrow uneven lane , strewn with leaves and broken twigs, was desolate. The wind and rain increased the loneliness of the broken path. The age old mechanical department building stood beside the jheel like the sturdy old support witnessing the changes through the ages.

Through the windy rain, came the sound of careless laughter. A bunch of kids perhaps. Were they kids? No they looked like adults , boys and girls yet such careless laughter. It seemed the entire place was waiting to hear their laughter. It seemed the nature was carefully creating the scene to allure them, to make them laugh, to hear the sound of joyous hearts.Their laughter added to the serenity of the place.


It seemed they had not seen the rough stormy life yet. They were enjoying the wind and the rain. There was absolutely no reason for their laughter. The very thought of getting drenched in the rain, brought smile to their faces. Smile was not rare in this place. Not within the walls of what they call their alma mater or perhaps more easily  their second home, an abode of joy, laughter, careless lives.The walls of their favorite abode made them feel secure from the complex world. It kept them away from the journey of life they were about to embark upon. It made them feel careless and happy, the two emotions which cannot exist in unison in this world. They knew never again can the rain drops feel so sweet. The careless laughter rang in the trees , in the jheel , in the grass of the maath, in the old departments. It kept reverberating through time, again and again and again.


Two years later, a broad street filled with dust, lined with some of the best cafes and bars , with huge office buildings on both sides and crowded with similarly dressed people. There was a humming sound of serious discussions, punctuated by snobby laughs and perpetually held smiles added to the monotony of the place and time. A lady was waiting with a heavy bag ,carrying her laptop back home so that she can work again.Her eyebrows were hooked together showing her growing concern, her lips were pursed. A strong breeze was blowing, the sky was red, she was worried how to get out from this place and return home, before it starts raining. Suddenly a drop of rain fell on her nose, she looked up and another drop fell on her forehead . Instinctively her legs responded and she tried to move away but for some reason she stood rooted to the spot and the fat rain drops were drenching her. The narrow uneven lane , strewn with leaves and broken twigs, the muddy jheel , the old buildings came back, she was back there in her abode of peace, she was back there drowning in the careless laughter of  the days of her youth.

I wanna be free

"Only if i could bunk school..I shall be free...... I have so much to do,fix my bicycle,steal mangoes from my neighbour's tree and then play with my friends", said Shyam, a 10 year old schoolboy on a bright summer morning.
"Only if i could bunk classes today.....i have not prepared for the mock test......i need to be free in order to prepare for my actual exams.....", said Rahul a 16 year old boy just before his board exams.
"Once the exams are i shall be free to take a long holiday with my friends.... ", said Riya on the last day of her board exams.

"When i am in college i shall have all the freedom to enjoy my life...." , said Taniya a 15 year old.
"When i shall be earning, i shall have the freedom to buy anything i want", said Rohan a college boy, unable to balance his pocket money with the spending.
"I wanna be free and independent, i dont need anyone telling me whats right and wrong ", said Madhu , an engineering student tired of being dictated by her parents in every sphere of life.

"I want my freedom, i want space in my life, i need to break away from this relationship...",said Manish an IT engineer, tired of the 3 year long relationship with his colleague Mahi who once used to fill up every moment of his life with happiness and content.
"I need to leave this job...my boss is a real tyke....i need my freedom back....am not a slave of my boss...",said Mitra, an service man in his thirties, tired of his boss's grumbling at his workplace.
"Am feeling claustrophobic in my office...as if  am being imprisoned behind the bars..... the monotony of my job is making me breathless....i cannot carry on like this....i need to break free from this situation...",said Jaya, a 35 year old consultant, tired of her high paid job at a foreign investment bank.

"I am tired of tending to the hackles of life everyday....my wife complains about everything, my son demands a new toy everyday, the bills are increasing and my boss keeps shouting...i need to be free from all......", said Vasu, a 40 year old executive in IT firm .

"My son is ignorant of my needs, my grandchild has no respect for me, i have become almost useless to my family and  the society, i want to be free from all the bonds of life....my journey is nearing the end....i shall be free now..", said Manav a 75 year old staying with his son ,daughter in law  and two grandchildren.


How many times in our lives to we demand freedom? What do we want to a free ourselves from- the books of Shyam, mock exams of Rahul, bonds of love for Manish, monotony of Jaya's work, tyranny of Mitra's boss,  family ties of Vasu or the journey of life for Manav? What do we mean by freedom, freedom from what?

A hunt for Chocolate in Mars.... part 2

 Krrring Krrrring..... The phone kept on ringing but no one answered. Polo tried to call Sandy at his office, but they said, he had not been to office since yesterday. "Where has he vanished", thought a bewildered Polo. His last words kept lingering in her mind,"....it was Unearthly". The day passed by and still Sandy was missing. Polo was now getting scared , she sensed something must be terribly wrong with Sandy.

Far away, in Paris , something odd looking men were unloading a truck. Looking at them one would say they were wearing makeup, such was the colour and texture of their skin, smooth chocolaty.Among the many crates they were unloading , there was a big crate with the tag, "Handle with care". A scuffling sound was coming inside the crate, as if there was someone trapped inside the crate. A big guy came along to check the crates. His subordinates were addressing him as "The Munch". "The Munch" then ordered the odd looking guys to mount the crates in the ship along with the big one. At midnight, the crates were loaded in the slanting elevator on the east leg of Eiffel Tower. On the top level of the Eiffel tower, suddenly a huge flat disk shaped object had arrived. The color of the object was exactly like the night sky. The thousands of tourists out there looking at the gorgeously illuminated Eiffel tower will never realise the presence of the hovering disk on top of the tower. Slowly and steadily the men started loading the crates from the elevator to the ship from the top of the Eiffel tower.

The constant jerking woke up Sandy. He felt claustrophobic inside the small damp crate. He could feel moving up against the gravity . Sandy was confused, the cranking noise surely came from an elevator kind of a thing but where was he? He remembered listening to Aswini, the Martian Pop singer, suddenly a bell rang, he opened the door and saw some funny looking people , then everything went blank.

Sandy had a feeling he had stumbled upon something which he was not supposed to know. Everything started with the mud cake. He had loved it and had gone back to fetch some more. But when he reached the shop, the shop was open but no one was there, the shop owner Mr. DivineDisco had vanished. What was strange that he had left the shop open. And all the mud cake was also gone. And then there was some kind of a hastily written note on the floor which said...."mars will come to us". All this was pretty confusing but Sandy had thought that currently with the Martians negotiating with the Earth people and all the craze about the Martian Pop queen, maybe Mr. DivineDisco was another Mars frenzy follower who wanted to settle there. Sandy had returned home and then all the mishap started.

Inside the crate Sandy was confused and trying to solve the jigsaw when suddenly the elevator came to a hault. He felt the crate being pulled up and was thrown in a corner. It hurt him, he was cramped inside the crate, felt sick and was terribly hungry.He had no idea for how long he was trapped there.He waited and waited, then finally fell asleep. Suddenly a huge jerk woke him up. He felt his heart plunging down in his guts and felt an incredible pressure. He felt nauseating and felt bile come up in his throat. Suddenly he had the feeling of being pulled in a whirlwind and within moments calm had returned.

The entire process was so tiring he felt asleep again only to be woken up by a thud. He could hear voices and after some wait his crate was pulled up and opened. He found himself in broad daylight in a place where everything was the colour of chocolate. He looked up and found himself staring at the earth in the sky. Suddenly Sandy realised and was overwhelmed by the fact.....

He had landed in the Chocolate city of Mars.

The silent moon

             The moon is shining tonight, yet there's no melody in the air. The moon is sparkling on the lake water, yet i am not moved a bit. The zephyr blows my hair away but i am not thrilled.My heart wants to whisper tender words but theres no one around. The couple romances in the moonlight, the city looks lovely bathed in the silver light. All souls are touched by the beaming moon yet you go on to say moon is not perfect.You love the moon, you hate the moon, the moon is silent. So am i , silent from the world, silent from the moon. My soul wants to whisper but its scared to speak.My soul remains silent like the moon beaming at all from a lonely corner of the sky. Like the moon, I make my journey alone in darkness .....