The Different Me………

Unlike others around, I am,
Like them, I am a human,
The road I take, is never clear,
The path I choose is never right,
But still I know, I 'll reach there.

People reach early, because of Means,
Some shatter my dreams, my hope,
Some my smiles and some me,
Still i know when I 'll stand in the court above,
I will be justified but i know,
Small and big crimes i have made,
All those lay on me a grey shade,
But I am sure my colors wont fade.

Like every bird I’ll learn to fly,
Then the world and me wont ever shy...........

WaLk WiTh Me

As the morning dew kisses the grass, and my shoes cut their way through these pearls, I get the fragrance of life entering through the horizon. A few miles ahead I see more hands welcoming life as it grows old by another day. The child in her mother’s lap cries away the night blues. The dim lights in houses become bright and pressure cookers whistle away the morning alarms. As I turn for the second round at the edge of the road, the footpath withdraws its dollops from all the night refugees and they walk to wash their tiredness in the hand pump gush.

I talk to myself humming my favorite “everything I do” , I say my life is tougher, harder, the times aren’t good, nothing’s going my way, and I hit a stone, then I say oh this was the last thing I expected to happen. As I stepped an inch I see a small kid taking his place on that stone with a hard slice of bread in his hands. I quietly look ahead and move.

As I keep walking the cool breeze kisses me over and over. And I continue with everything I do and as I am supposed to cross the main road, a mob on cycles race towards me, and I am scared and murmur “hell, all of them had to come on the roads together”, as they leave my way I reach across the road. After getting ready I pick my lunch and bag kept side by side on the table and shoot a bye in the house as I jump down the stairs twice as fast I climb them. Then I step in the bus and place my baggage on the seat next to me. As the bus horns through the road I count on my pending works, morning greetings to friends. But the neighboring window gives me support and takes me outside the boundaries of my conventions.

I see the traffic personnel, waving his hand one-two-three-four in all directions, cars breaking queues and buzzing to race ahead together. I see the foot markets decorating the morning.

A thought ponders over me, their life is tough or tougher, is that they wanted by choice. I say to myself, do they matter to me, some unknowns on the walk of their life. But I question this, and say doesn’t the walk of life criss-cross the roads of life. Yes they do. Because not everything we do is for somebody but most of it is for ourselves too. At these crossings in the walk I take, I learn that time is the most powerful, neither do I want to murmur in the morning, neither the traffic personnel wants to exercise in the pollution of cars and people, neither the swarm of cycles want to remain cycles, neither the child wanted to earn a stale piece of breakfast on the stoned dinning table. Neither do the foot path dwellers wish to enjoy their cushions on the street. It’s just that they and I haven’t been able to pursue time to walk with me.

At every step of life, if time walks with a person, their life turns at 360 degrees, for his/her benefit. “The charm of those times” can easily coin what those days will mean. The request to time to “walk with me” carries along with it, the hard work to call upon time, the truth of the labor. And yes the destiny of the “person”. If only for sometime time walks with me, even then it can infuse the strength of walking with it for the rest of my life. This is a wish I found in every soul I saw in the walk of my life.

For You My Mali ;)

Now let me put it straight here, this one is a forced post, a gift demanded by my friend Malvika Gaur, whom I unfortunately met during MSc days, uff. I was the first one to comment on how snobbish and boyish this girl is weird and one of a kind. Best was that I never knew I am the one who’s going top her list of Friends (Forbes recognizes icons, she recognized a diamond). Believe me I am still stuck there, in spite of my continuous efforts to come out of it.
Anyhow, would say she is lucky. She is a joker disguised as undertaker or a guy disguised as a gal. Oh ho!!
Before I write stuff to get killed, tired from the office, here are 10 points to live life queen/king sized from us or you may credit her afterwards.

1. Girls are girls they will always think, let’s think less, and work lesser.
2. Guys are guys they will always drink; let’s drink more, and more.
3. Everybody has time to interfere in others business, but lets take time to mind our business.
4. A flower a day keeps your friend happy and hay.
5. Life is short; let’s make it long, let’s run from home.
6. Sun rises in east sets in west; be it anything we are always the best.
7. Dogs bark, cats meow, but we are pigs lets grunt.
8. Every girl is following trends, lets be trendsetters, let’s stop shopping.
9. Everyone gives a smile, when we meet let’s give them a sunshine smile.
10. Everybody wants to live peacefully, let’s tell them noise cleans your ears.

And after learning these wonderful points I am still alive, happy and smiling and working too. Partying and thinking for a change.

Don’t think I killed her, she’s too alive.

Today is her birthday and she is turning 23 old age you see, so my aunt, this is all for you. That I have to say!!

I Picked It Up and It Turned Around

It’s my first writing that is thought and written, so don’t really know how well it will come out. But I am just trying to put my thoughts together.

It’s an irony that I have faced all life, at least I think so, whenever I have chosen something keeping something in mind either that thought has changed or the thing I wished to get has changed. Don’t know whether other people have also faced the same or not. But I really feel that you always get what you deserve and what is the best for you. And we just do not know what’s right for us at any given point of time in life.

Here it goes:-

I went to buy apples in market, counted a dozen,

But as I turned around the apples turned to oranges,

I wondered but then realized it’s what I like years down the line

I went to the library to read a novel, picked up one

But I turned around to see a notebook in my hand,

I wondered but then realized it’s my base years down the line

I went to become a scientist, worked day and night

But I turned around to see myself as an engineer

I wondered but then realized it’s a learning for me years down the line

I went to meet life to start a new life, I said yes once

But as I turned around it turned away from me,

I wondered but then realized it wasn’t my cup years down the line

A thought comes to my mind, why they turned this way,

But then another thought told me, it was the best chosen for you

It’s just that it was thought for you before your realization came,

I wish to meet a joyful life, so picked my choice

But I wonder if life could listen, I do not want a turn here

No orange not notebook would do, just the best for me.