The Silver Lining

It was another hot April evening when I was going back home in a Churchgate Slow. The ladies compartment in which I was travelling was noisy and entertaining, as usual. Bhelwalas, Clipwalas, etc. were trying their best to convince the “easy-to-convince gender” to purchase their stuff and fill their pockets. In a few minutes since I entered the train, there entered a young man with a boy (supposedly his younger brother). The man had a musical instrument which I had seen in Rajasthan some months back. It isn't a very popular instrument, so after taking some help from Google, I figured out that it is called ‘Ravan Hattha,’ which is a local Rajasthani string instrument.  I mentally named him ‘Ravan’, ONLY AND ONLY because that was the name of the instrument that he was carrying. It was my very obvious assumption that Ravan had entered the train to earn some money for sympathy; and not to ignore, he was sharp enough to recognize that women are storehouses of sympathy. (Why else woul...

Distance is what you call a curse, Distance, than hatred, is utterly worse; Distance can break to pieces, your heart Distance is when you move apart.. Every moment is an apparent day,  for a little peace, the soul might pray.. The boundless garden of the mind goes pale, leaving back every memory, sick and stale. Distance teaches the value of time, It teaches you that reverence is no crime, Distance shows you the deepest intensity of what we call as innate sincerity. Distance is strong, distance is powerful, It displays out your darkest thoughts. Distance is strange, distance is wonderful, It connects two souls that are oceans across…

Now I know not what love is,  where it comes from and where it leads to,  what it gives and what it takes,  what it creates and what it destroys,  I know not how love happens and how it rehappens,  now I know not how a special touch feels and how beautifully it heals,  I know not how much somebody's smile can matter, and I know not how, without love, lives can shatter,  I know not how people can be boundlessly selfless and unsound and how love just makes the world go round and round and round..  now I know not what it means by love,   to me, it all seems to be like a sweet old fairy tale..

There were times when dad's scoldings made us cry, low scores was the biggest matter of worry, our best friend insulting us was so hurtful, being the class monitor was a matter of pride, a few sweet words by crushes took us directly to cloud 9 and  getting wet in the rain was supposed to be dangerous! So many little issues but they never made us feel heavy inside, today we have all the freedom to do what we want, to be what we are and yet, we miss those golden days of childhood .. Sometimes, it feels better to be in a protective cage than to dive into the highly risky oceans .. and again we feel perplexed,  there were no festivals in school, to drive a four wheeler was a dream, failing in exams wasn't acceptable then, getting a chance to fill slam books was so much awaited, there wasn't permission to go for movies or to hang out with friends to explore the city, this freedom takes us long, it takes us wide,  it shows some unseen colours and opens som...

    Love is much more than hugging somebody, much more than falling for somebody's looks, much more than praising somebody, much more than sending somebody " I love you" messages every night before sleeping, there is a lot more to love.. Love is when you look into a baby's eyes and feel so light for that one moment.. Love is when you behave crazily without hesitation and you know that you will not be judged.. Love is when you laugh uncontrollably and all of a sudden realize that the other person is just enjoying the view of your happiness.. Love is when you feel that the other person is not someone else, but just a mirror image of yourself.. Love is when you feel safe and secure to confess your mistakes and weaknesses.. Love is when you say I am OK and mean I am not all OK.. Love is when you dream of that person, involuntarily.. Love is when you expect a lot, and you don't get it all and yet you can't help but love them more.. Love i...

Toddlers do not know what economics is, Nor do they know what is "quant" Infants do not know to market themselves, Yet they often get everything they want.. Babies have never learnt mathematics, Yet they know it when they have lesser toys, They did not learn the communication cycle, And yet they put forth perfectly, their voice.. Young ones have never learnt Maslow's theory of motivation, But they are always ready to work and play more, They do not know how to maintain accounts, But they know very well, how many G.I.Joes and Green Lanterns they own.. We are not here to replicate our books, Nor are we here to memorize age old theories, We are here to learn and realize, That we have it all in us, so live life freely, there are no worries.. :)

Today we learn, tomorrow we might forget Still we learn, learning is a mystery! Today we cry, tomorrow we might laugh Still we cry, grief is a mystery! Today we write, tomorrow we might erase Still we write, writing is a mystery! Today we speak, tomorrow we might regret Still we speak , speaking is a mystery! Today we fight, tomorrow we might patch up Still we fight, fighting is a mystery! Today we bless, tomorrow we might curse Still we bless, blessing is a mystery! Today we help, tomorrow we might step back Still we help, helping is a mystery! Today we enjoy, tomorrow we might be low Still we enjoy, joy is a mystery! Today we love, tomorrow we might dislike Still we love, love is a mystery! Today we live, tomorrow we might die Still we live, life is, itself, a mystery!!!