Euthymic

On this Sunday evening, after an euphoric Saturday Night, where we were part of something Historic, something 1 Billion people waited for 28 years to happen, i am feeling lazy. Listening to Lucky Ali's songs ("Dekha hai Aise bhi, Kisiko Aise hi"), makes me realise the preciousness of life. After the events of last week, when i got a phone call from my mother telling me about losing my maternal aunt due to a cardiac arrest, i was lying low. Felt like the ghosts of yesteryears were coming to haunt me once again.

But as fate would have its own way, the team of MSD, gave something which would remain etched in our heart's and minds forever. The towering six by MSD took away the sadness and filled me with joy and happiness.... from Lucky Ali to Khalbali (RDB).......

It's been 3 months since i have been to home and am really missing home.....from Khalbali to Teri Yaadein Aati hai (Lucky Ali).......am planning to go home towards this month's end...flight tickets have soared and train journey of 24 hrs is not an option....

Yesterday midnight, got a phone call from one of my closest buddies aka Budha/Chamuch(spoon :D) wala. He was enjoying in Rourkela with some of my groups close friends. Really wanted to be there and enjoy but could not :( ...

Time is a great healer. At one moment, its makes us sad and helpless and at the next second, it makes us realise how beautiful the world is around us. Cheers to Life.....

A Bitter Truth

I dont know why i am writing this but i feel i should. Its been over a year since i have written something. Didnt feel like writing just for the sake of it, but life has taken various twists and turns.

The pressure of being in a profession does really take a toll on one`s mind and body. Getting to know new people, making new friends and contacts, people sometime forget that they have friends who were there with them in thick and thin times.

Even if someone forgets to ring up once a while, it doesnt imply that he/she has forgetten things that had become memorable and cherishable part of their life. Things which can not be erased. Emotions and feelings that bring tears on one part and happiness on the other. Sometimes friends need to understand this bitter truth and forgive when such incidents happen to them. Everyone is now in a position to evaluate the tough times that one has to face. Some may have a easier job at hand and some a tougher one.

Just to say that one has got bigger really underestimates the situation that one goes through. It pains to hear things which you do not want to hear from your very close friends. A BITTER TRUTH......

THE LONE ONE

In the darkness of the night,
Sits a lonely soul,
Full of life,
Full of sorrow.

Wandering through the street lights,
And asking the same question,
Why has this to end?
Can’t this moment freeze for few seconds?

The neon lights with their reply,
As prompt as the eagle can fly,
My friend, everything has a happy beginning,
And a tearful end.

But, an end has a new beginning,
The lone one says,
Just as dusk gives way to dawn,
The cycle of life goes on.

Just then,
The loneliness of the roads speak,
One comes with no-one,
And leaves behind everyone.

With my friends around me,
Why would I think of leaving them now?
Yes, parting gives tears,
But it makes memories much sweeter.

The hot summer wind,
Breezing through the leafless trees,
Inflicting so much pain.
Asks with utter disdain,

Again comes the reply,
My friend, no one is alone,
Even the mighty wind carries sand along,
And sings a melancholy song.

WHY ME ???

Why am I feeling restless,
Why am I feeling angry,
Why am I feeling tense,
Why there is sudden silence.

Why can’t everyone understand my feelings, my emotions,
Why is it always that I have to give explanations,
Why can’t I do anything on my own,
Why am I feeling alone.

Why a noise keeps humming in my ears,
Why my mind wanders everywhere,
Like a bee for nectar.

What wrong have I done to anyone?
I ask everyone…
Those rich one,
Who think I am of no use.
Those babus who have money and fame,
And can play the blame game.

But to whom will I tell my feelings,
To whom will I start blaming.
I ask,
Every day I ask,
God, I ask u.

I see truck loads of people,
Each one moving like senseless robot creature.
They have someone to talk to,
Someone to care for,
To whom will I talk?
Who will I take care of?