The boat sets sail....

I thought i had bid adieu to my nonsensical philosophies but now at 3.19am in the morning i suddenly had the urge to write something. A sudden rush of emotions and a moment of euphoria to tumble upon a glorious truth of life.

Our lives are like sailing boats in the river of life. We might start from the same shore but one never knows where the wind takes the two boats.
Now let me tell you the story of two boats...
Here are two boats that started from the same shore, floated along merrily bobbing in the calm water. A storm came one day and the two boats were lost in the huge waves, they tried to help each other face the thunderous water but in the end they could help themselves only. When sun rose the next day, they were not together, they kept looking for each other. Time was lost and they floated apart with time. One reached the shore earlier while the other floated on looking for new adventures. In the end when they met the storm was a distant reality, just a thunder of reality that went on to bring forth their true colors.

A midst all the thrills, the desire to find each other never died, just that if they tried to search in the vastness of ocean they would have lost themselves. Finding themselves a way to reach the shore was the only way to find each other...... 

Cogito, ergo sum.....

I think, therefore I exist.....

....What would life be if we were devoid of thoughts? I dont want to start a debate on how thoughts and vision changed the world...It surely did and is an old high school debate, now taking shape of a storm in form of environmental issues arising as a climax of man's wishful thinking and activites....
....When i say i think and hence it defines my existence, i mean the mundane thoughts that float in and out of our minds. At times they are broken thoughts with not much link to reality, yes wishful thinking again but not convincing enough to see the light of the real world....At times it gets trampled by the rationalist monster that dwells in our mind..

Farewell

It was a cloudy evening. She was sitting on her favorite spot, jheelpar. But today it was quiet, no laughter, no jokes, no intensely passionate words being exchanges, no mingling of mind and heart...it was a lonely scene...She sat there waiting for the tears to come but it seemed even the tiny dew drops that cleared her mind have left her...she was alone in true sense....

Over the past year she fought relentlessly against all the changes of life but somehow in a wink of an eye she had lost everything.....she never seemed to realize that she was no longer the person she use to be....the world has shoved her away....her friends family thought she was a nw person, needed new treatment, had a new world but only she knew how much she missed her life.....the touch of her mothers hands, the comfort and laughter of her friends...all seem to have been lost....its a constant pain nowadays... she is always worried and tensed about something or the other...no one comes and talk to her like a child anymore...no one pampers her....she is all grown up to others but at heart she is still the one she was a year before...a kid among family and friends....pampered , taken care of ,free like a bird....

She had no idea what to do next...she cant do anything drastic, she had promised someone...all she could was to pray ....pray for some relief, for someone to come back and take care of her, her soul mate even he seemed to have abandoned her...it was getting late....she headed back home...she had her flight early morning next day....
She had a splitting headache, it was a regular affair but she never cared much about herself...Her hairs been falling lately and that made her a little conscious but she never did anything about it....

She never met anyone....Alone she left for the heartless city that changed her...There was some air pressure problem while landing, her mind became blank followed by a searing pain....she again didn't care much about that....


She took the taxi for what she now calls home, the pain was growing, she wanted to call him, she didn't.....the pain grew till it became a blinding white light in her head...then it happened....a truck came out of nowhere writing her destiny....

She never changed anymore...Destiny finally showed her the path...

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?