Wednesday, 20 September 2017

The Window Seat

The juggling journey of life,makes us run through the chaos to fetch a place in midst of the race where every person is heading its life for that one window seat!
The medium of vehicle may be any,but the luxury of window stands alone!

What makes me love the window seat most...
By its side,i elope in my little world that embraces my thoughts like a mother lifting its child.I feel i am sitting by a marine shore and the waves with the soothing breeze are caressing my mind comforting it to pull out of the chaos running across it all the while.
I smile to the solitude and speak to the silence residing in the freshness of the moving trance.I watch out in space to run away from the dubious noise rising on the other side of the world.
The running objects left behind call me out to say let it go!And i loosen myself to surrender my chaos to the thrilled beauty where nothing stops!

The special note of the tranquility felt within is beyond description to the joy this window holds.It makes my journey a distance of blink and i travel miles across the land of my thoughts.I carve my comfort and priorities,i see the happy daffodils waving at me and the rising branches touching the sky calling me out to feel what zenith is!

For some moment,it gives me a life to rejoice in,it takes me away from the hustle and bustle around,it draws my smile to the unseen obvious thoughts i wander aimlessly in and  feel like a kid running around in joy knowing not the reason but the moment.

The fresh breeze with the moving trance carrying my thoughts to elope in a sacred world of silence for a moment in the journey rejuvenates my soul and on getting down to my destination i am geared to struggle back in the channel of race with the others until i head for another seat on some other day!


Tuesday, 19 September 2017


A short film made by group of young enthusiasts,which has even got selected by the government of India in its short film festival!
What impressed me the most was the 'SOCH' of these youngsters!

About this film,

It starts with an impactful music reflecting the diversity of the cultures in the society.Surely different people will have different views and opinion but there is one thing common 'Humans and humanity' which needs to be ignited.
A curious start to know whats running in the mind of a passionate youngster.
We have many like her living with an independent mind but the cultural attitude of mocking down and 'chalta hai' and 'why so serious ' is either carrying them away or leaving them on a cliff,but these are the ones who will make a difference!

Very well narrated description of the content and the way of utilizing this idea as a medium of drawing an important thought to the viewers!-Watch it to know what i mean to say!

Location and the sequencing:Choosing a routine and simple location gives a natural direction ,highlighting the fact that this is what happens around us when someone pops up a thought on social cause!There are people who hold the desire to bring the change and there are few who are the change.the exiting words of karishma is sure to carve a change in the thought and the attitude giving a push in the right direction.(Cant comment on how many take it with them )

Dialogues and the delivery:Words chosen were perfect but an argument needs a continuity and the camera focus should not be changing ,leaving an impression to the viewer to predict who shall be speaking next and the pause showing the learned script {in the argument part}
This can be improvised. :)

Digital:Good sequencing of the scenes with a strong message in the end.

P.S:They are the building blocks of India's future.Their every effort in making of the film is highly appreciated.You guys did a great job.
A lot of thoughts that are penned down across too many blogs has been perfectly summed up by you all in this film.

Best Wishes.May you all make many more and be the change always.

My Take on this..

I repeatedly quote in my posts "Are you silent because its not your story"
Today if we look at human rights violation,i would start up saying 'its slaughtered' by our very own people who sit on the throne of altruism.The sensitivity of human suffering is one sided to see what is shown ,to know what is known,and to speak what is spoken!
How many of us go beyond our comfort to find all sides of the matter and get back to comment on its ethical aspect,irrespective of being the single one standing against the crowd.
You do not have the right to give a blinded opinion if you have not put a single effort to know where the truth is kept hidden or dumped under the thrash of political and religious policies.
How many of us have an independent thinking to condemn any wrong,irrespective of with whom and where it is coming from!
The ignorant ones are trapped in the one sided blame game ,rest are busy to lead their way as it has nothing to do with their day,but there are people like Karishma (pls watch this short film to understand the character referred) who stop by and give it a thought.
Not one but millions of issue reside in our society and the reason is our silence!

Silence to the first raised voice from the next door, Silence to the first joke made on a homosexual,
Silence to the first cutting chai served by a minor,Silence to the first bad eye of the office holder,
Silence to the first hand raised for putting in black money,Silence to the first corrupt Slavery!
Silence to the baba's and mullahs,Silence to the ignorant s gagas!
Silence to the first political  riot hitting,Silence to the first mob lynching!
Silence to eighty four,Silence to ninety two
Silence to two thousand two,Silence that only blooms!

Get up and think independently to speak wisely,give an opinion after you rationalize.

Don't wait to be a victim on the slate,
Speak before its too late!


Seen Unseen!

 I walk across a mystique land,
caught on a trance of a wand
   Away from heart to travel in mind,
   to my surprise i find another kind,
   I lead myself to move on its way,
to carve a memory in a bay!
Boom,and i open to another way,
 Have i have witnessed this kind of day?
to my surprise,speaks my instinct,
this very moment is re-living!

And the next moment i crank to guess,
This will happen!Deja vu,nevertheless!

Have you ever experienced deja vu? Visited a place and felt that you have been there before? Or a person who looked familiar in the first meeting? What happened next? Share the story.

This post is written for IndiSpire 187th edition!


Monday, 18 September 2017

The War Inside!

In the chaos of the worldly affairs and its conflicts,there is a little world that grows within us ,the world that nurtures on the time spent with the closed ones,it thrives on our priorities and above all it is built on our dreams.!
The world inside lives to prove to the outside one that it is capable of moving mountains together.
But what holds you back in turning the wind.
I always think to myself how do people get on to top,money cant buy you everything and there is no replacement for hard work.Each of us have twenty four hours in hand ,some carve their passion to take it ahead while some rest their head on the pillow dreaming of their dreams.But how do they push their passion to the zenith.What is in them that moves them so far?What fuels their energy to ignite the spark that fires them to work and acheive.
Why is it not in me,not in us?Why  procrastination sets its way and takes us away from ours.Why is our mind constantly wired in  ideas but doesn't execute.Why do we wait for opportunity but incapable of creating one?
Above all,when is the right time to start?
The war inside kills the energy to go out and fetch our dream.
When life places bitter experiences,we either build ourselves or we drown.When there is a black sea and no light of shore,why do we shut our self to find our dreams dying of not breathing.Like we breathe our dreams too,and their oxygen is our motivation.But each day a number of passion is slaughtered and dreams die,because their oxygen is waived off,the supply isn't constant.The channelization of energy gets loose to loosen ourselves and we set our life in a routine and gradually time waits for none and the cycle of thoughts continues.
I don't know how people get there,and after reaching to their desired position,do they get a contented sleep.I don't know how their engine keeps running and what fuels it to run so far.But one thing i am very certain of is that they win the war inside everyday.
The war against procrastination.comfort and priorities.They choose a path so odd that not every one must be willing to travel on.
They are the ones who lead by an example and grow everyday.
I hope someday i reach near them,and win the war running within.I will fight,what about you?


Saturday, 24 June 2017

The Last Ritual

He laid there in contempt on the plinth,
Resting on the floor of sand in the wind.
His only fault was he did not speak,
When goons chased him for who he is.
Away from home ,after a day's labor,
He contemplated in smile for his work.

Children will love this,his thoughts raced,
The new dress will glow my wife's face.
Today no fights,no sadness will prevail,
I have a special treat too in their way,
A happy dinner to end this beautiful day!
He planned his tomorrow and his month,
How he shall manage this huge sum.

His serene thought was hit by a storm,
Bleeding with it, his happiness was gone.
No no,its not beef he pleaded to the mob,
But his scream was chopped with iron rod,
Pooled in the blood was his gifts and love,
Draining too far to fetch a shore across!
Alas, only silence shuddered in grief...
Lynched by mob was killed over beef!
Something which he never carried with him!

Drains the media and the countless shares,
A few days later nobody comes to care!
Somewhere far off another man is lynched,
No time later this sets a trend and routine..
To which now falls deaf ear,far is justice!

And We,
We are quiet because its not our story,
The Incredible India is now growing,
To paint its house with innocent blood,
Selling its conscience to "sickulars"!
The last ritual pleaded of mercy,
 On Humans and Humanity.


P.S:The poem is referred to one aspect of communism however i strongly condemn any human being killed irrespective of religion,caste,creed.The boundaries and the walls of hatred is lowest intellectual human form one can fall to.Its sad to see so called reformers sailing in to such beliefs.I hope a large number of people awaken to call of peace and defeat such cowards,a dream of millions ,easy to type but difficult to reach.Definitely not impossible!

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Read and re read your own words...

Writing is a bliss ,its an escape,just like a musicians fingers lucidly move on the string to bring a melody,i think a writers thoughts also liberate on to the paper/keyboard,knowing no boundaries, blushing innocently holding each other to form a piece that stands very dear to the creator of it.
What is more beautiful than writing? for a poet/author ,i am very sure is ,stands his work closest.Reading ones words is a feeling beyond explanation.

Today i am on my blog after months of break.May be i was preoccupied with too many things,juggling through a turmoil of events.Although i could not write much ,but i rescued my thoughts by reading my own work.
Very often,i scroll through my write ups,stare at them,fall in love with each of the words and smile at it with the love that only a mother holds after caressing her little one.This may sound crazy and narcisstic, i dont know how many people share this feeling but it exist and i am sure it is normal.There is no pride but an affection,because when you write,your words are a part of you.
You need not excel in the creative arts,writing i personally believe should never be meant to compete with any one else rather compete with your own skills and improve it.Fabricated work is superficial ,what comes naturally is dearest.Feel it by your self,each of you can string your thoughts and mold it to form a beautiful palace,a collection of your thoughts.

So,as i was saying,with no pride i read my poems,smile crazily and wonder,has it come from me? When someone questions me 'which is your favorite one?'I am perplexed and it becomes a decision of life which i am never successful at,i cant differentiate among my kids.They all have a special remembrance and memory in my life. My each write up is dear to me,when i am lowest,i read my work than rescuing to another set of inspirational talks.My inspiration comes from my poems and articles as they are a reflection of my upbringing,my belief and everything i come in contact with everyday.Its mirror of what i am and will be learning.
So don't give a thought the next moment you low or full of optimism,just pick up a pen and scribble on your paper,let your thoughts breathe the freshness of your words.A while later ,read them all and tell me what you felt....

Reality strikes..?

A Great Man Dr. A P J Kalam states"Dreams is not what you see while asleep,Dream is that doesn't let you go to sleep !
A wise thought, definitely, the process of conquering your aspirations is not a journey of smooth ride.
How many of you have introspected yourself to know a little better than others ,than the ones who influence you in a miraculous way.
Are you a dreamer? If Yes,Are you lost in your merry world,building the bricks of gold,laying the foundation of your choice and running the town in unison with your comfort. If So,you need to get up and brush your thoughts and prepare your mind to welcome the dawn before it hits you with the sharp rays on your face.
Reality is far beyond our thoughts,The era of 21st century is rising with the falls in our quality of life.We are running to chase an end that is uncertain,making our lives complex bunch of an entangled set of wires that gets difficult to sort with each attempt.
What complicates our life? A brick of gold? or the foundation of our choice?And when we cant run the town in unison with our comfort...What happens, we loose ourselves!Fade our life in the world that will never exist and then find an alternate way of exit...That's not your dream.
I have seen people put in efforts,I have seen people fall to get up,rise and fall again just to rise once more,
I know of the castles formed of sweat,countless efforts and sleepless night
I have seen the face of success smiling amidst lost battles ...I have seen dream in all of their eyes..I have seen them grow and rise!
So,What do they all say, they all have different words but one thought- "Your dream lies in your insight,in your knowledge of self"!
Know your self,Know your potential, You have much more than you know. Explore and discover your skills,Lay your foundation on it.Pick up the hardest brick and place it atop,Walk a mile to get it ,let not your comfort run the town but your instinct,your hard work and above all your patience.Embrace and respect failure,as its an opportunity to refine your skill.

Move,Trot,Crawl just keep heading,do not stop ,if need arises change your direction but never take a U turn.
Don't leave any stone un-turned you never know which one has a pearl hidden.

Gaze beyond your closed eyes and write each moment in your heart ,Success is not measured in wealth and name,it is not carved by merely reaching a cliff but conquering the base.
Success is giving justice to your self and your life.
Live each moment,Smile a wide,Stay Happy and Keep Moving.
Life is beautiful!


The Window Seat

The juggling journey of life,makes us run through the chaos to fetch a place in midst of the race where every person is heading its life fo...