Random Thoughts

Let us walk together, you and I, on the winter evenings, under the serene sky. As the hues, orange and purple, and the sun, feisty red on the colored canvas, welcome the company of two, Let us walk, hand in hand, steps intone, breath as one. Let us walk, you and I, On the shores of sand, with the waves playing hide and seek, seagulls dancing on the waves, distant cheers and hoots, a mere whisper, as we are lost in the world of our dreams, You and I, as one. Let us walk, you and I, together, under the moon, the caress of breeze, a touch too light, as the desires ignite a fire, and passions run deep, as we embrace each other, You and I, as one. Let us whisper, you and I, the promises of love and, the whimpers of pleasure, the words of ideas, and the dreams of future, as we hold each other, You and I, as one.

Standing there, in the middle of the room, surrounded by her photos, each picture a memory so powerful, that she had to force herself to look at another one, she looked positively stunned and overwhelmed. She stood there, in the middle of the room, trying to take a breath. As she labored through the breaths, she sat on the floor, her ears reverberating with chaotic words that shouted from all different directions. When she could not hold it in, she got up and ran out, not knowing where, just knowing she had to run out. She collapsed in the back yard, the cool breeze from the nearby fountain refreshing her sweaty face. She sat there, for a long time. “Can you feel my love?”, a voice startled her from behind. The husky voice, with an authoritative timber in the tone had her heart stopping for a second and then, pounding a mile a minute. “Does it consume you?”, the same voice taunted, with an amused tone. “You cannot escape my love, stop running from me. I will find you, even on the other...

Sridevi, remember her? With her squeaky voice, she charmed into the hearts of a few die hard movie fans, with her coffee brown eyes, she tormented them into sleepless nights, with her giggle, she warmed the hearts of a few, and with her beauty, she mesmerized a few, causing a lazy halo that cast a virtual curtain of beauty to see life. Yes, that lady, Sridevi, portrayed on the screen, a character that is so common that it relates to almost every woman in a relationship in one phase or the other, of her life. And mine was no exception. I have not been much of a fan of her, not in her prime and not now, but I have watched her movies and enjoyed the vision of her with my favorite heroes. This movie, did not have the star cast that once would have accompanied her. She is the protagonist of the movie, giving a compelling performance to an appealing script and touching my heart. She plays the role of Shashi, a homemaker, who also sells sweets for occasions. The simple saree clad bahu has a t...

Imagination is such a powerful thing. It fulfills abstractions. It shapes the soft mellows of memory into a distinct canvas, vibrant and lively. It transforms a monotonous day into a splendid one. It takes the insipid journey through days and makes it an adventure to thrive for. And sometimes, it hides in a shell, refuses to come out and bars itself in a cast iron cage, locking from the inside and sits in a dark corner, not talking, not seeing, not thinking, not whispering its musings. It does it like a pesky little kid who is used to getting his way. When the needed attention is lost, it pouts and throws tantrums. Sometimes, those tantrums are heard and sometimes, they are cast aside. Today, I seem to feel a little void inside me that is frustrating. I have these splendid dreams to shoot across the sky and shine like a star and somewhere along the way, the morbid sequential life took its toll on me. I try to look back on the days to find a semblance of imagination that took me wild ...

  I see my world as a small glass orb. It is filled with a world that I created, as I like it to be. My world. Every day, I walk out of my house, across the secluded path to the end of the road and step into the concrete island of offices. I work in one of those thousand office floors in that concrete island. When I walk out of the office again, I walk back the secluded path, leaving behind the concrete mass of buildings, into the quiet solitary of my house. The walk a soothing balm to the frenzy of the day. The large front lawn a solace and weekend comfort, in the deserted realm of existence. The sky above is perfect blue, not a single cloud. It turns into a myriad brilliant colors as the sun descends and the night sky, ah, the beauty of it! It is this magnificent magenta color, not black, not purple, but that beautiful shade of magenta. The stars in the night sky are a vision. They glitter like, well, stars, perfect shape and enigmatic sparkles. They sometimes com...

I wanted to see New York for a long time. So long a time, that it became an all consuming fever. And finally, I did see it. In all its glory and pompousness, the glitz and the glam, the dirt and the shabbiness, it is, as a place with history should be, with a mix of old and new. When I looked down on the city that called me through my dreams, I was overwhelmed with an emotion that was numbing. This is reality, the expanse of the sky scrapers, the intermittent blue patches of rivers was the aerial view. For a few seconds, all I could do was to look at that expanse and let my heart fill up with a desire so strong that it overruled all the passion I ever felt for anything in life. While the captain announced that we were approaching the runway, I assure you, my heart was beating a mile a minute with the anticipation of a dream come true. I like skyscrapers. I like cube structures. For me, more than the curves and the ridges, the sharp straight lines of definiteness meant ele...

Here is the thing. I am obsessed. With what? Perhaps I have to call it ‘love-ache’. There should be such a term, obviously and there should be a branch in the Medical Sciences to educate about this. There should be students queuing up to take this course. There should be hospitals that sponsor research aid for developing medications based on the stages of this love-ache. Yup, there are stages. Stage 1 : When an eye meets eye and there is this tingle in the belly. Stage 2: When the hand meets hand and the slow burn begins in the places until then unknown to human anatomy. Stage 3: When all seems great and the world looks pretty. Dude, you are on the verge of a precipice so steep, you have no idea IF you will ever land on your bum. Seriously! And for the record, the only way you will land is on your bum and that would be so hard that your breath shall take a short hiatus and you will be left choking and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Stage 4: When tears start and ques...

A breath of fresh air over the contemporary, stereotypical melodramas of Bollywood. I don’t like watching a movie for two and half hours, but this movie, with its silent tale and enthralling performances allowed me to sit and be lost in the 1970 setting of Darjeeling and Bengal. The second half of the movie was a bit of a drag, but I am not complaining. The songs were beautiful and Ranbir Kapoor as deaf-mute, with his Charlie Chaplin antics played the role with grace and brilliant passion and Priyanka Chopra as an autistic girl gave a laudable performance. Ileana as the Bengali bahu gave a good performance, but she took my breath away with her simplicity in the saree clad attires. For me, the fulfillment of the love between the unlikely prospects in the film, left me with a warm, fuzzy feeling. But above all, Barfi stole my heart. Love does not always come in convenient packages, but, to what extent does one want to go, to enjoy and cherish that love? The little things are what makes t...

Djokovic fought bravely. But Murray created history. They rallied like their life depended on it and played such phenomenal tennis that it took my breath away. As records broke tonight, here in NYC, I watched and rooted for Novak Djokovic. Murray stole the crown, but Djokovic still has my heart. Was that a display of tennis? The stroke play by both the players was awesome and the rallies just blew me away. The clock kept ticking, my patience was waning, yet these guys stood there, in the middle of the court and displayed some gritty combats in the middle, challenging and pushing each other to the hilt. Just when it became one-sided, the other pushed and pushed to create an opening and pounced on the slightest chance. Its so heartening to see such quality of sport, where none would give an inch. That is why I love watching sports. In its chaos, there is discipline that is unnerving. In its victory is a journey that is fascinating. In its heart, one can become a bard of fierce and inspir...

Pitch black! Black and black! There is that glitter, shining and beckoning. I walk towards it, closing one step in one eon, Or so it seemed. I see the flicker and then pop! Dark! Silence reverberates and darkness seizes me. I stop and thrash my hands around. Pitch black! And slowly, there is the slight flicker. I set off again, into the pale white yonder. Slippery soil, this, that which chaffed my feet, Treading on the pebbles, hurting my feet, I see the changing shades, the white, the grey, And the bright yellow sparkle. I close my eyes and see its shadow. Walking in the shadows, I close in, Through the trenches and stenches, To which that called upon its shine. I reach it and peer at it closer, Alas, it’s just a window into the world! I turn and look back, the alluring dark stares back. Hypnotizing and sensual, lustful and charming, it beckons me. I take a step towards it. The chilling cold stops me in my track. I halt and look back, The sparkling yellow ...

Disclaimer: The below thoughts are not intended for any one in particular. The thoughts are what I feel one should uphold. While I am no expert in life, I do form opinions. So the below thoughts are MY opinions on what should be. They are not a biblical research, but a life study of little exposure I have through life. ************************************************************************* I have been thinking, which everyone who read this blog would know, is a very dangerous thing. I was thinking: what would I say, if I have to form a premise for relation, we call love. Everyday, I see friends, family, strangers, all of them wrapped in love and some of them, struggle through it and some of them, just let that be. Below are what I think, I would ask myself, in a relation. I feel it is a continual process and is not done in a day or two or a year. Every day or every few days, one will have to ask themselves these questions, to know and understand what needs to be done. Like all ch...

Swimming! Just thinking of it makes me smile. It is so much fun. Despite the fact that it is lethal in one moment of slipped concentration or presence of mind, it is so much fun to float along in the water. My roommate has been extremely helpful in helping me trying to overcome the fear of water and embrace what is natural to the body. The first step was joining in the class and getting into the pool. I had my technique wrong for an hour and was bored easily, as I could do nothing that helped me stay afloat. But, I got into the pool of water. I got into it, period! And that to me has been a phenomenal achievement. The next day, despite the sore shoulder, I went into the pool, flapped my legs and started kicking. It took me most of the hour to get the technique to a decent shape, but I managed to kick once or twice with great gusto. It was a revolution. By the time I came out of the pool, I hardly had the strength to even hold a knife. I managed to glide along the day, with little gusto...

“It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can ...

Did you ever feel the tingle in your belly, when you wish to share your darkest fear with someone you love? Did you ever feel the disappointment waves when what you see does not meet your expectations? Did you ever feel, the need to shake that someone to show the world around you and ask them to move on? Did you ever feel the urge to run away to an island? Did you ever feel the need to implore to someone, to see your side of the argument, but let your pride decide its not worth it? Did you ever lie to the face of someone you love and felt that, that was the best truth you ever told? Did you every question right and wrong and still choose to do the wrong? Some days are like this, rutting with emotions so high that the slightest nudge of drama pushes me to tears. When the world crashes on you and pushes you below it, how do you come out on the top? How do you push your way? pebble by pebble, rock by rock, dust by dust? Will that nudging pave a way to light eventually? Does persistence re...

She was applying an eye liner which made her eyes look alive. She paused for a second and looked at her reflection before applying gloss over her lips. She did that reflexively and unconsciously, the movements ingrained in her as surely as the sun rose over east. She looked at herself in the mirror with no expression on her face and her sardonic face looked back. She put on her shoes and walked out of the house without looking back. She walked long into the light, just drifting, breathing in the gas fumes of the traffic on the streets, her eyes burning in the smoke. She slowed her walk to a stroll and looked from one side to another, gazed at buildings and frowned at the honks. She entered a park and walked on and on and finally sat on a bench overlooking a lake. She sat there and gazed farther into the light. Someone came to sit beside her, but she did not turn her eyes to see who it was. “It’s a beautiful day,” the stranger said. She did not turn her head. After a few minutes th...

I have been rather quiet. Rather unusual, when I seem to have a zillion thoughts running through me. Most of the time I end up writing, when I am stuck in a phase of life, but this time it seems like I am being a passive observer to the point where nothing seems to emit a reaction that would trigger some vitality through me. Things important or unimportant ceased any meaning. Relations loving or hurting ceased any meaning. Friends present or absent ceased existing in the vicinity. I like to think I am being a saint, with no emotions or feelings, yet, I seem to be perturbed by the slightest trigger and have to constantly remind myself that it is not anyone’s fault that life sometimes is daunting. I would rather I could move on through this phase and leap through to another. Relationships are a boon and a bane to life, I think. Some are fragile to the extent that they break at the slightest pull away. Some are strong but wither through the wear and tear of the pull. Some are stagnant tha...