someday a sunday

Didn't feel like looking back but I did,
An edifice that stood there so splendid
Witness to a hundred wishes,
Shelter to a hundred prayers

Will I ever come back?
Walk along and sit at the back
Doze off a little in between the wise words,
And say my little prayers with a few more words

good morning!!

It is not very often that I wake up with a smile on my
face early in the morning.
Well today is a bit different...... :)
Now why do I want to believe in dreams .......?

**shooting star**

Saw a shooting star last night
Closed my eyes for a moment and thought
What now should I ask?
Thought I had everything I want
"But then again", I thought

Didn't know what to ask
I'd already played my part
Did exactly what I had thought

Shooting stars they might be
Stars and charms are not for me
Earlier it was about destiny
But now is it serendipity??

Now treetops...

Azadirakhta Indica, Delonix regia, Babul, and even Plumeria alba (better known as neem, gulmohur, babool and "chafa"). Some of the trees which I could differentiate as a kid. A few friends of mine in the otherwise lonely neighbourhood.They were vital to my leisure as well as work activities. Apart from their usual usage as a medium to reach something like roofs etc., a few served as ideal getaways from the ground for those special reading sessions and wandering thoughts.I knew exactly how to climb each one of them, the smoothness or coarseness of the bark, the natural resting points for feet and the vital gripping areas. But I got to know all this not before a small fall or bruised feet/legs from each one of them.

A few of them, especially the neem was a personal favourite, beacuse of the ease of ascent. It made me explore and reach dizzying heights and perform some gravity defying stunts, challenging squirrels and chameleons and chance meetings with other creepy crawlies. Looking at the trees around here makes me wonder, when was the last time i actually climbed a tree and had a fall, without any care or fear? They seem like unconquered and uncharted territories.

But fortunately, there is still that need of a quest, a pursuit, a journey.........that keeps one going on and on

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:) :( ;)
thank you....you're welcome....
That's all I did today

Speak

Exactly how much does one need to speak?
Exactly what does one need to speak?
Exactly whom does one need to speak to?
Exactly why does one need to speak?

"should"

Everyone seems to have a perfectly clear idea about how the other person should lead his life

Come undone.....

May 2005 - May 2007

B-217 to A-217
In moving from point B to A.....what has transpired is hard to put into words.....

Been there done that ;)

viewports

"We're here to make a dent in the universe....otherwise why even be here"
Steve Jobs CEO Apple Inc.

"Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option"
spiderman

Rooftops

Yeah rooftops have been a major "playzone" in my growing up years......and the ones I'm referring to here, are not the flat concrete rooftops , but the sloping mangalore tiled roofs and the ones with curved tiles (i forget the name).

There were different purposes for which I had set my feet on them. Well the first "official" time I did so was to hang up the Christmas star over our house rooftop, where the two slopes met. It was almost like I was presented with the forbidden fruit. Then on, I went on to my own exploits and conquests. Okay it's really hard to describe it here, but the roof of our house was connected to a hostel block and to the Director's bungalow. So it was like a substantial area to cover, with tree branches falling over it and lots of levels to tackle. And to reach the roof of our house I had to take the longer route via the director's bungalow to obviously avoid my parents seeing their son climbing up and walking on a roof to do silly things like plucking berries from the tree (this was on the rear side of the hostel), kite conquests, retrieving plastic balls that would get stuck up in the branches of huge neem trees that covered the roof and a few other "missions".
Sometimes I would climb up on the roof and sit hidden in the shade and camouflage of a tree and look at my school building which was visible in the vicinity, or admire the church tower within the school campus and while away the afternoon.

At other times, it almost used to be like a military mission without any navigator or comrade to help me. I knew the directions and the ways of evading people on the ground to the T. It demanded superb concentration skills and reflexes; keeping an eye on the watchman, so that he wouldn't spot me on the roof, bending down and moving across areas that were in direct cone of vision of our house, keeping out of the vision of the people in the director's bungalow area (of course even his rooftop wasn't left unexplored) All this whilst moving on the slope of the roof which was at a considerable angle, with the treacherous and slippery mangalore tiles. Whoever said "practice makes a man perfect" couldn't have been more apt.

I remember this one moment...sometime in May. It had rained the last night I think, and the next day evening I was on the roof to get a kite stuck in one of the trees that was approachable from the roof. All calculations and projections were made from the ground survey prior to the actual execution of the operation. I was walking very cautiously because once the tiles are wet, they become extremely slippery and there is also a danger of them just cracking up. Had learnt all this from previous experiences and disasters, when suddenly during the monsoons the otherwise secure corner of the house would start leaking and Dad would say, "Oh it must be the crows that keep fiddling with the tiles." And all I used to do was smile to myself.

Yeah, that evening as I neared the edge of the roof of one of the section, I suddenly looked up overhead. The sky had gone pitch dark and it seemed like a storm was approaching. And then I looked towards my school and I saw the most beautiful sight ever. A bright, sparkling rainbow spread across the sky. It was one of the most joyous and treasured moment of my childhood. Inexplicable yet almost divine. I just stood there over the ridge, one leg on each slope of the roof, watching the rainbow against a dark, threatening sky, the trees swaying wildly and the breeze in my hair. I didn't care if anyone saw me, didn't worry about the tiles cracking under my feet or me slipping off and falling. Wonder where all the fear had gone from within the 12 year old boy's heart. The view from the rooftop was quite a sight, because I could only see trees in the immediate surroundings and a few buildings a little distance away springing up one by one in the direction of the city. For a moment I forgot about why I had climbed up.
I didn't get the kite. There was a little fear of the approaching rain as well as a different joy within me as I hurriedly "ran" on the roof to get back to the ground and tell my sisters about the rainbow. They didn't believe me initially coz there were too many trees around our house to see the sky so clearly. And when I showed it to them from within the branches of the neem trees.....they were like "Wow.....how did you know?"

It rained heavily that evening as we sat watching the rain from our "jaali" door waiting for it it to stop and our games to begin.......

**stars**

Tiny stars in the dark sky,
Remind me of another sky
When on the horizon they do descend,
It brings to mind another sky
Of city lights, and shadowy nights,
The "wants in life" and sensless fights

Smooth sailing??

Well my orkut fortune today read :
A cheerful message or news is on the way!!
(not that I read it or follow it everyday)
but someone wished me the following lines just as the day was about to end....

"Well, life is about sailing smooth n i wish u fair winds......wot the hell are you waiting for.....put up the sails and hit the sea....."

Journey

The sky's the same,
The stars too,

The place a little known,
So are you.....

This journey has a destination,
The other one too

There's another one though,
with I don't know who.....

915pm 25th March 07
@ a hotel, somewhere around nasik

WE ,THE MEN.....

Sometime back, A said, "Men are like chewing gum, can't swallow them nor spit them out"
To which I had replied...."I agree, but like chewing gum, atleast they are sweet to begin with......"

strange and beautiful

Have heard this song like 20 times today,
A few lines of the song go....

Sometimes......the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes......the first thing you want never comes,
I know....waiting is all you can do............so-m-times
strange and beautiful (I'll put a spell on you)- Aqualung

The butterfly effect!!

Butterflies and summers are two things that have had a close association in tandem with me.
Flitting around in the garden outside our house, they were one of the few things that enchanted me and kept me occupied for hours.

I had classified them in my own way. A few based on where I'd seen them for the first time and a few based on their characteristics. One was called "Buddha" as in "the Buddha" not "boodha".......I dont know why. Another one was called "fairy"...coz she was this elusive thing who was rarely seen and had beautiful wings with bright orange and yellow spots and of the three of us whoever saw it, would be considered "blessed" for that particular day. The orange coloured one was called "sur sur" because that was the sound it had made in the bushes when we first discovered it. We never meant any harm to them, but it was a delight to hold them in your fingers and make them move their legs (limbs) on our throats. They would be then let free to fly and leave the rest of the thrills for another day.
It involved a great deal of skill and patience in first finding the right candidate of interest and then pursuing it with undivided attention until it was yours.
If in case any of these poor creatures met an untimely death for unknown reasons....they would be cremated with full state honours, complete with a gravestone (in this case, a leaf or a flower)

Looking at butterflies flitting around now, makes me want to go behind them on a quest with the same child like enthusiasm, but yes, dreams do change and so do we.
No more "any" butterflies now ............but the elusive "fairy"

WAIT...

Waiting for the waves to reach the shore,
I look out through a half open door

Twilight is nigh, says the moon in the sky,
It indeed is, I say with a sigh

Days come and go by,
and I still wait for my turn to fly

" "

Each of us has a philosophy in life.....
Just that nobody quotes us....

imsuresh