MiD NyT MiNuTeS

There is a friend of mine who always have a very justified and clear explanation of everything concerning life, which most of us call “being on morally high ground” and there have been times when I too walk on the same road.  But then there is this crazy, rather stupid part of me which thinks that why should there be this abiding all the time, why is there always an inner voice preventing us to get out of our comfort zone and do something which we have never done, why is this inner voice always contradicting that particular flare of doing things our away. Rather than going “by the book”, why ain’t we bold enough to write our own book. And among all this thinking, there is this voice shouting out loudly from my conscience, all my contemplations point out towards one reason and that reason is “fear” . It’s the fear of being judged, it’s the fear of losing the so called self created “moral high ground”, also it’s the fear of latter regretting what we are doing now, fear of bei...

When various beautiful moments have already decorated life’s book, Yet there are many to unfurl,   Its 21… When every nerve is overflowing with verve, And there is enough time to chase the dreams, Its 21… When love seems unblemished, And heart all confused if it’s real or fib, Its 21… When all of life’s ways are sassy, Yet residing on high moral ground, Its 21… When all feelings are fresh, And heart wants to dance on every rhythm, Its 21… Live it, love it, respect it Cause once gone…  It’s never going to come back ,your way…

A room which has embraced me with gentle tenderness, Will soon be resting silently in my memories… A room which will always remind me of me, Will always remind me of how I used to be… A huge window pane wrapped up with vibrant Times of yore, will soon be turning up, into a colorless sheet of glass… A clumsy wardrobe inhabiting, Multihued markets and streets Will soon be left alone, With the bare hangers, Clamoring out in loneliness… The walls that have been the witness of endless bitching sessions for years, Will soon be standing alone, Face to face admonishing each other… The pillow that has always been, My companion, at the time of catty fights, As well as, when a tear dropped down my eyes… Will soon not going to be there any more… A room that has beheld several Laughing moments will soon Be entering into a crying silence… A room which has embraced me with gentle tenderness, Will soon be resting silently in my memories… A room ...

Being the part of young India, I feel proud that I belong to the class which defines the future of this country. But when I look around and start contemplating about our compatibility towards the kind of development which is required to take this Nation to the new heights, I become a bit apprehensive. Are we actually ready to cope up with the huge expectations which our country demands of us?? Or are we just the “so called Y-GEN” , “dudes and chics” whose conversation hovers around the diverse  branded clothes we wear and flaunt or the swanky hotels we dine in and party, when almost half of our population do not even have the choice of attire, who lead their whole life with a single saree or dhoti, when we are under 50 in the ranking of World’s most hungry countries. Don’t you think we have much grave issues to discuss than the number of likes of our FB posts?? Sadly but candidly speaking we actually belong to the generation for which protest means “to hit a like button of the...

No words floating in, But thoughts juggling in, into the deep silence, The silence which is doomed… Doomed with suspicion, A suspicion about the boat moving ahead On the virtuous path, Or it’s just a floating tramp. A suspicion about dreams transforming into goals, And then the goals into reality, Or are they going to remain   Just a few thoughts,   Brewing certain nights, Long and sleepless? No words floating in, But thoughts juggling in into the deep silence, The silence which is doomed…

Never wanted to be in such situation… But here I’m…in a situation where, I don’t know what I want and what I don’t… Never wanted the things to go wrong… But never did I try not to let them go wrong… Can’t understand if it’s always me who is at fault, Or is it just, that, you never got me right… Never measured the words before I said... But none of the said ones were a fib… Why this heart always tries, Tries to find an outlet for emotions… Why can’t it be complacent? Why can’t the words and feelings, Flow as freely as the wind… And I wonder how easy life would have been then...

Melting Moments As this semester is passing away, I am actually a bit anxious about the life coming ahead and at the same time am a bit sad about the one am going to leave behind. Winding up has always been difficult for me, but this time it is going to be heart racking. This place has actually made me what I really am today . Met new people, who have now started defining my being, their presence actually define my fun, and their absence make me feel miserable at times. And suddenly I’m realizing that most of them will not going to be around anymore . It seems as if the movie is approaching its “the end” and a sequel is about to be released with a whole new set of characters and is going to be shot at a completely new place.   From my personal experience I have learnt that long distance relationships are difficult to maintain and it makes me a bit apprehensive about the changes in the configurations that are about to come. It seems as if an era has passed away but in...