My Life, A Cocktail

There goes a wise man They said As everyone looked up Eyes wide in awe. My mind looked too With suspicion though They struck me Told me not to think like me. I did not question There was nothing to ask They saw me not protest I got up and left. There goes a wise man They said As everyone looked up Eyes wide in awe.

Thousand thoughts arise Clouds of mystery and caprice Unrelated, from the same mind Floating in the air, slowly unwind. A sudden gust of animated wind Thoughts mellow, some here, some there A lifetime is saved, a lifetime lost With the gust that mellowed a certain thought. And then the future hears Tales of different thoughts They borrow the saviours The mind rots. Commanded clouds float in the air The gust is called in when prepared Choked thoughts become familiar shapes A lifetime's saved, a lifetime's saved!

Day by day He watched his efforts Flow down the stream Of Void. Day by day He kept trying And heard them say Not this time. Day by day He mended his faith As they laughed At their bait. And then he stopped trying.... Day by day He cursed his God As He came And dropped him dead.

“Life sucks”, he said. He slammed the door shut, and swore he wouldn’t ever return back. He would resign his job, he was not meant to be here. He would go out for a vacation, out to some far away place, and relax. Yes, he needed to relax, there were things to be thought about, there were things to be decided, and there were things to run away from. Perhaps he would go on a cruise, see new places, find some women, drink till his heart’s content. He would take a walk in the nights, devouring the sky and the sea to find no difference, and feel one with them; he would look at the stars, till he found a shooting star, and then another, and then another. He would sleep, and travel, across unknown dimensions, where his mind will create every this and that….. The next day, he dressed himself up, and went to OFFICE. This is his boss speaking. It is 11 PM in the night. He is still here. He broke the glass door after all.

The little girl called From behind the dust cloud “Do you have some love to spare?” I looked away and said, “Who cares!” The little girl called again I frowned and looked in vain “Do you have some love to spare?” “Why do you ask, I told you I don’t care!” The little girl smiled “For yourself”, she replied “I have some love to spare” She smiled again and said, “I care!”

The last time someone asked me the meaning of this particular title, I had jokingly warded it off. Infact, I had made it sound funny. Now, after the three hours I spent yesterday watching the movie, no, I would rather say, living the movie, I wouldn't dare to make fun. In my opinion, apart from just being an entertaining film, it was an amazingly provocative film, the kinds that make you want to stand up, and make a difference. The whole idea of patriotism and how young fighters gave away their lives for the freedom of our country, was never so beautifully put across. It makes you wonder, why did they really have to do it, unlike us, who submissively accept, living happy lives, and dying happy. Would I really give away this wonderful life that I am living today, for my country? The answer is easy, No. Thats what makes it so strange. Perhaps when life stares at you in the face, and asks for answers, you go beyond the realm of fear, into freedom, until you find a stranger peace. Whe

Delusion. If you are an earthling, then I presume this is your natural state. From the time you are born, you are made to live someone else's reality. A haze that is pulled over your eyes, which inspite of its blatant irony, is hard to cut through. And this haze is your world. Perhaps with time, and what they call maturity, you create your own way of looking at things, your own haze. This haze has a funny charecteristic though. It reflects what you want to see. And you are happy with this haze of yours. You stand in front of the mirror, and smile. Of course, mirrors are never funny. You talk to friends and hug and cry. Of course, they are not the cause of your worry. The sun shines, and everyday it tries to reach out. But of course, into your haze it is not allowed.....

The first time I saw him, he was asleep. I stood transfixed watching him. It was not beauty, or grace that caught my attention, but it was the serenity, like as though he had had a strenous day at work, and now, forgetting the world, he slept, devoid of worries or fears. I never knew then, how my life would change. I don't know exactly how and when, I started to like him. I had met him only a day ago, and the next day, when I was leaving for my home, I had tears in my eyes. I had never cried even while leaving my parents before. It struck me as strange. Once home, I longed to meet him, I would see his pictures, talk to him over the phone, I had never been so concerned for anybody. Love is strange. It didn't tell me when it came. I know he has no feelings for me, but then somehow it just doesn't matter. He is the only one I know, with whom I have no expectations. And, maybe that is why I love him so much. On this Valentine, how I wish he was here, to kiss him lightly, and te

It is once again time to have some fun. But why is it that I plan fun… People to go out with, where to go, how to go, all precisely planned and rolled out, so that I don’t have to feel disheartened, and that I am prepared. Lets have some fun folks, some Prepared and Anticipated Fun. Whatever that means. Well, as human beings, we all just wanna be sure, and of course, we have our reasons for it. Ok, now I am not getting into fear, uncertainty and all that, so you don’t have to worry. So, what was I saying… yea, prepared fun. Let me start with a question. Now, this isn’t rhetoric in any sense, I actually want you to answer it, to yourselves. How many times have we had moments that just happened, and we didn’t really have anything to do with it. And, we actually had fun. Aren’t those kind of moments much nicer and prominent in our dreary lives. Aren’t those the real moments that we enjoyed, and that comes back to us every single time we shed a tear, to remind us of the existence of God. W

Misery. I find no better word to describe the past forty nine years of my life. Born in an affluent family that claimed to own half of what was my world, I was the only daughter of my father's second wife. I don't really know of how many wives came afterwards, and with them how many of my brothers and sisters. I haven't known much since that cold night of January, when I was shut up in this room, proclaimed a mentally challenged child. Mad. Apart from the daily three time meal, that was pushed from underneath the little space beneath my door, I knew nothing of the outside. I was like a structure in a worn out building, no body visited and yet, no body wanted to take the blame to destroy. So, I just remained. For the first few years, I remember wailing, day and night, screaming at whoever passed near the doorway, to let me free. After all, I was a little child of twelve. Freedom meant so much. My room. I slowly grew used to this setup, which had nothing but four walls and a