Musings of a Being

There was a planet.A new planet. A lively, beautiful, colourful, active planet. A planet that never had draughts, famines, calamities. It had a life of its own in the galaxy that it survived. It was a new planet just travelling through the un ending universe transcending time and space. And the life on the planet made it feel wanted. It felt like it was the one who was the mother of all the life. The centre of all activities. A peaceful planet it was. One day it drifted its course. It moved somewhere to the brighter side of the universe. Or so it thought. It was happy the come closer to the source of light. The planet illuminated. Life on it got a new meaning. Everything changed. The planet felt better. It felt proud of itself. Soon it was very close to the Source of the brightness. A star. It was fascinated by the big ball of fire. It rotated and revolved around the star; somehow to show its affection for the star. It revolved around the star for ages. Senselessly. Seasons changed...

Its cold here in bangalore. And bangalore winter can get really cold. Am not a bangalorian. Mumbaikar is the word for me. Well not exactly, coz I havnt frequented the mumbai locals much, but yeah I did have vadapav n cuttin chai daily for lunch for a period of time. I havent gone to bandstand as much as a normal mumbaikar should, but marinedrive was a good hangout. McD opposite VT station is a really good place to watch all those hifi chicks, n tht tap beer from leopold's will always be a good memory. I wasnt in mumbai during the terrorist attacks, nor was I travelling in the locals when they blasted in various stations long back. But yeah, 26 july's floods did let me get wet. Am a semi-qualified mumbaikar I should say. Experienced little and missed out a little. All this is a part of a mumbaikar's daily life. Not to forget the shiv-sena organized hartals also. Well, I have experienced that one many times. It was good to have holidays from schools then. Bangalore is dif...

ok, so i wrote lyrics for a song. it was for our college video and i did it for the first time in my life... kinda felt very good when friends said the song is all good and all that.. music was composed by one of my close friend, Bobby George. check the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIWpPS8IkLc

Maybe the journey on the long road was a new beginning. A new start for something. It all started with a cry in a small room with an unidentifiable stench. An unknowing, involuntary cry. The cry of acceptance, of welcome maybe. A cry surrounded by smiles. A cry that created smiles. A cry that was the predecessor to a long journey down the road. A road that was new and long. A road that had no definite ending or a fixed route. But the journey needs to be made. It has to be done. The road has to be traveled. It’s both dark and bright. Definite intervals of darkness follow definite periods of light. It was a law that maintained itself. The journey has to be made through the darkness and the light. Dimly lit lights show the path to the journey. It’s the guide to this journey. the dim light shows the footprints that belonged to people who traveled this path before. Maybe those footprints are meant to be followed. Maybe they could tell you the reason for this journey. Maybe they could gu...

emotions dont work these days... do i feel happy? i dont know... am i sad? i dont know.. am i angry? i am unaware... am i sad? i dont understand... what happens when i hear people die? do i feel sad? am i angry? what happens when i see a new birth? am i happy? do i understand? what happens when am hurt? does it ache? does it pain? and how does it pain? i dont understand... why does it pain? i dont understand... why am i sad when i lose? why am i happy when i win? why am i hungry for food? why am i angry when am slapped? why do i feel i dont express? should i emote out the emotions? is this world so dumb? they say emotions make us humans... communication makes us humans... our thinking makes us humans... our ideas makes us humans... but when do we communicate our emotions? we hold'em up! hardly do we express our emotions... we hold'em up! why? i dont understand... and still i do all that i dont understand! why? they say we are all humans... i dont understand!

There is a shop opposite to the ettimadai railway station. A small tea stall where I see this guy, his wife and their daughter selling stuff. The stall sells eatables, cold drinks, snacks like parotta, dosa and more to college students who wait at the station eager to go home from the torturing hostels. Well, this shops also sells cigarettes, the main reason why I go there. And the kind of smoker I am, I frequently visit this shop. It was one such time while I was going home. Train was late and I went to find a smoke.. I see this guy. Maybe in his forties. Tall, slim, dark and always wet with sweat. His hair is almost grey. His shirt always half open, showing off his thin, fragile looking chest - thin probably due to his beedis. He stands there, right beside the hot stove, baking parottas, boiling eggs, making tea. Always doing something or the other. At times when I used to pass by his shop i've seen him sitting on that plastic stool outside his shop, sometimes having his sip of...