Musings of a Being

On a lonely leaf in a distant meadow under the rising dawn a little dew was born Glazing in the light Swaying in the wind a beautiful droplet a marvel to the eye Like all things miraculous the ephemeral life of magic as the dawn moves on it takes the dew with it Spreading herself in the world around as she rises towards the sky she looks at me with hopeful eyes a promise to return from up high.

You're the cold stream of a waterfall The night that's lit up by fireflies The soothing dim light of a full moon The breeze that embraces on a Sunday noon. The smell of Earth after a fresh rain The ache of an unexpected pain The smell of blooming rose petals The chilling cold on freezing metal. The mist on a cold winter morning The twinkling of a far away star The dew that reflects the first light of dawn The pleasant memory that turns me on.  The comfort of a lazy afternoon The warmth of the sun after a downpour The lingering pain of loss The excitement that makes my heart pause. The destination on the journey called life The soothing emotion called love The purpose found only by a selected few Baby, I love you. 

They wanted wars Those wounded scars A home gone to chars   So I packed my bags! Enforced discipline Too much of listenin' A brain that was cripplin' So I packed my bags She gave me love Like an unfit glove It killed the dove So I packed my bags! An unstable heart Split in a thousand parts Living an abstract art So I packed my bags! Too little to give Yet wanting to live Asking to forgive I packed my bags! Plans to survive Clustered like a beehive Determined to strive I packed my bags! Life pulled me down Threw me outta’ town On the verge of a breakdown I packed my bags! Thought I found my idyll But life seemed idle Pricked by life’s needle, I packed my bags! Clueless as I started The journey’s what mattered Still looking for the uncharted My bags are still packed!

There is no particular reason why anyone would love to ride a bike. It’s more like an inborn instinct to learn to ride a bike. Same was the case with me. I had always wanted to ride a bike since I had seen one. Of course I learnt to ride only recently, like 5 years ago. Bike of choice- Yamaha enticer. Yes, Yamaha has a cult following around the world an no, I did not know about it. The first bike I had been on was a 175cc Rajdooth. That was when I was a kid, maybe 3 or 4 years old. It belonged to my uncle and was notoriously famous for its oil leaks and over-heating. Sometimes it would just stop midway and refuse to start again till you poured tumblers of cold water on it to cool it down. But still there was a feel to it - sitting on the tank with my dad riding that bike, holding the handle with my tiny hands and imagining that I was the one riding it. Maybe it is this feeling that held its roots firm in all us kids’ minds that led to this biking craze we all share. My dad has go...

Teaching has been my dream profession for quite some time. I don’t know why, but every time I am alone thinking of what job would suit me, I think I should teach moral science to school students. During my school days, moral science used to be the first 20 minutes of the day. Usually meaning it was the time when we all would take our own sweet time to settle down, talk to everybody in the class, let the teacher take her roll call and then maybe, if there was still time left, we would read poems about Indian culture or about patriotism or maybe discuss how many poems would we have from the moral education textbook that we would have to mug up for the namesake moral education exams. The exams were usually to fill in the blanks on lines from these poems; and I used to wonder about what a waste of time all that was. But now, when I meet kids of the school going age, when talk to them; I feel there is so much more that they should be exposed to. Such young age, when everything around th...

It's been more than a year since i lost my brother in a car accident. October 2012 was that day. and all these days i have tried to deal with it. not that i am depressed, but matters like this are not easy to deal with. the thing is to keep yourself occupied with something else. think about some other stream of thoughts and totally avoid this one. that aint easy either. but you gotta do what you gotta do and move on in life. move on to what, i dont know. how do you move on to a part of life with so  much of change that happens over night. i was a casual guy; never taken things seriously in my whole life and i knew how to stay that way very well. i always had this feeling that i was the wandering type and he was the serious, home-type, family-and-relative-friendly guy. so i never thought about having to talk to my parents or my relatives openly. it was more like he did it for me. and there was a time when everyone i knew of accepted that fact. everyone had great expectations from h...