From one pain, you’ve rescued me.
Did everything possible to cheer me up.
Helped me in my tears,
To move beyond my fears.
One night has ended.
And journey towards another has started.
Another night. Another pain.,
Which divides us,
With the units of time and distance.
Some emotions are indeed a journey,
On the rough waves of a tumultuous sea,
Prying into distant horizons, unexplored,
Of a tomorrow, unknown.

Lets cross this night and journey,
To explore that new dawn,
Hidden in a multitude of avenues,
Calling us in resonant voices.
A chapter lies behind us, let it lie.
Another chapter calls us, lets go…

Everyday I have a look at this link: Chennai Concerts 2008/09

And I feel I am a C-O-C-K.

Because I cannot go.

Damn Life!

Money is just a myth, an important myth though... used to measure the dimensions of reality.

I asked you
and you said
'you're too vague'
of course I am...
I am afraid
your answer
would be finite
leaving no room
for hope
for interpretation
for dreaming
for yearning
for the search
for myself
in you

An eternity lives
between a yes
and a no.

Written by Shekhar Kapur

What exactly is our aim in life?

What is the point we are trying to make?

Whatever we are doing, Is it of any consequence? To whom?

To be able to live, with freedom, choices and comfort seems to be sheer luck. If it is so, do we ought to spend it, aimlessly...always trying keep different things intact..preventing them from crumbling down..be it financial security or emotional bonding or job or future etc?

Are we all supposed to spend our lives, just like managers, balancing many things?

Will we ever be able to enrich ourselves with finer elements of life? things which we deem are finer and which are important to our quality of living?

Will we ever give something, as payback, for all the volume of life, the freedom and choices we have got? Will we ever see the need to give something? Give what? To Whom? to what?  Will our conscience shake us to reflect upon that? And will it push us to really reciprocate?

Do we really have something called conscience? Or is it just a myth?

Will we ever live, without regret? Will we ever give meaning to our own existence? If so, can it be devoid of compromise?

Can we ever be, without any restlessness?

This piece of news vindicated my thoughts, expressed in my previous post.

"The father of Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan, who died fighting terrorists in the Bombay, expressed immense anger towards politicians. He literally shooed away the Kerala Chief Minister, who delayed in offering condolences. The dead commando's father did not tolerate CM's presence and shouted at him to leave at once. He remained firm that no politician should ever enter his house and refused to meet the leaders from his state. He even threatened to commit suicide if any politician entered his house."

The point still remains - "Do our politicians get messages such as these?". The answer is, 'Sometimes, They do". But then, the height of insensitivity they display in their response is something which no politician in this World or for that matter, no sane and level-headed human being can match. Kerala Chief Minister remarked "If it had not been (Major) Sandeep's house, not even a dog would have glanced that way". Those words came, not from a road side riffraff, but from the 2nd citizen of a State - The Chief Minister, to the family of a soldier who died fighting the terrorists. This truly reflects our leaders and their sensibilities. This truly reflects the political class of India, atleast the one at the state-level. I have not come across more unethical, immoral, unscrupulous and shameless political class, than in India. Infact i regret that Major Sandeep's father did not spit on this f***er's face, when the latter visited to pay his psuedo-homage.

My only answer to this bastard would be - "Truly said Sir. No Dog would have ever glanced. But one Dog holding the post of Chief Minister of Kerala did try to glance their way and got the best reception ever."