Walking beside you,
Holding your hands,
In a romantic evening
With the water and sands!
People look at us,
Smiling, as they know
This is a match made in heaven
And blessed with a divine glow!
Your head against my shoulder,
As we walk along the shore,
Two set of footprints
That goes closer as we go!
Mischievous as usual,
Blows the cold sea breeze,
As you cuddle up against me,
And take the warmth that I give!
I think hard,
And wonder, whether all this is true
This picture perfect life,
Of, me and you!
I wake up in the middle of the night,
And realize you aren’t beside me,
I just smile, And go back to sleep
Waiting for the day,
When I wake up,
To find you snuggled up against me!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
The Fearless Knight
The sun shone against his armour,
His horse rode against the wind,
His sword sliced through branches,
And his shield nestled against his chest!
Look! Yelled the bagpiper,
And the foot soldiers turned around to see
Coming out from the forest
They saw, the knight riding his steed!
The ground thundered, under its gallop
The birds scattered with fear,
The white steed thundered on like a storm
Showing neither hesitation nor fear!
The soldiers marched towards the battlefield,
The knight leading the sea
Of archers, foot soldiers and cavalry
While the old king stayed behind with glee!
As they stood in formation,
At one end of the field,
They saw the enemy on the other side,
And the vast green field in between!
The knight removed his helmet,
And he yelled out for all to hear-
In god we trust! ,
Show no remorse or fear!
He put back on his helmet,
And gently patted his steed,
Closed his eyes for a moment,
And saw his lady smiling,
His child naughty as usual,
And giggling with glee!
Under the cold shield of armour,
Ran down a warm drop of tear,
The thought of death was scary,
But he didn’t show it,
He looked brave
To anyone near!
He cleared his throat softly,
And raised aloft his sword,
And yelled aloud to charge!
Seeing him go ahead,
The soldiers,
Charged ahead like a storm!
His horse rode against the wind,
His sword sliced through branches,
And his shield nestled against his chest!
Look! Yelled the bagpiper,
And the foot soldiers turned around to see
Coming out from the forest
They saw, the knight riding his steed!
The ground thundered, under its gallop
The birds scattered with fear,
The white steed thundered on like a storm
Showing neither hesitation nor fear!
The soldiers marched towards the battlefield,
The knight leading the sea
Of archers, foot soldiers and cavalry
While the old king stayed behind with glee!
As they stood in formation,
At one end of the field,
They saw the enemy on the other side,
And the vast green field in between!
The knight removed his helmet,
And he yelled out for all to hear-
In god we trust! ,
Show no remorse or fear!
He put back on his helmet,
And gently patted his steed,
Closed his eyes for a moment,
And saw his lady smiling,
His child naughty as usual,
And giggling with glee!
Under the cold shield of armour,
Ran down a warm drop of tear,
The thought of death was scary,
But he didn’t show it,
He looked brave
To anyone near!
He cleared his throat softly,
And raised aloft his sword,
And yelled aloud to charge!
Seeing him go ahead,
The soldiers,
Charged ahead like a storm!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
These words are here to stay......
The words that I write
Are here to stay,
For they shine bright
Upon things I wish to say,
Call it arrogance
Or call it confidence
But frankly I think
I really dont care!
I write down rhymes
At times,
When I'm at loss for words
Words when spoken,Will set me free!
Things that I hear,
Things that I see,
And thoughts that resonate deep within me
I pen them down for all to feel,
And peel them clean
For all to see
They crowd in my head
And ring in my ears,
Reminding me of tears
And sum of my fears,
I listen to them keen
And hear what they sing,
Sometimes of happiness
And sweet romantic flings,
That is when, I feel
This sudden rush of words,
That fly through my mind
Like a full flock of birds
Distilled by my emotions
Condensed by my pen
On a white sheet of paper
There they stay written
The words that I write
Are here to stay
For they shine bright
Upon things I wish to say!!!
Are here to stay,
For they shine bright
Upon things I wish to say,
Call it arrogance
Or call it confidence
But frankly I think
I really dont care!
I write down rhymes
At times,
When I'm at loss for words
Words when spoken,Will set me free!
Things that I hear,
Things that I see,
And thoughts that resonate deep within me
I pen them down for all to feel,
And peel them clean
For all to see
They crowd in my head
And ring in my ears,
Reminding me of tears
And sum of my fears,
I listen to them keen
And hear what they sing,
Sometimes of happiness
And sweet romantic flings,
That is when, I feel
This sudden rush of words,
That fly through my mind
Like a full flock of birds
Distilled by my emotions
Condensed by my pen
On a white sheet of paper
There they stay written
The words that I write
Are here to stay
For they shine bright
Upon things I wish to say!!!
Shattered Reflection
Seeing my shattered reflection
As I look within me
I ponder
Given a chance
I would have undone it all
Living life the way that would have
Lightened you and all
Given a chance
I would have retraced my steps
Backwards to the point
Where I veered away from you
Given a chance
I would have taken back those words
The sharp and the venomous
That caused a pang in your ears
Given a chance
I would have walked upto you
An act of redemption
And wiped away your tears
Given a chance
I would have been a different me
But you never did give me one
To let me prove how good I can be
As I look within me
I ponder
Given a chance
I would have undone it all
Living life the way that would have
Lightened you and all
Given a chance
I would have retraced my steps
Backwards to the point
Where I veered away from you
Given a chance
I would have taken back those words
The sharp and the venomous
That caused a pang in your ears
Given a chance
I would have walked upto you
An act of redemption
And wiped away your tears
Given a chance
I would have been a different me
But you never did give me one
To let me prove how good I can be
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Rendezvous-Meeting a long lost friend!
I glanced at the rear view mirror for the umpteenth time,to check if my hair was combed neat.The Auto driver gave me a quizzical look and smiled.He murmured something in Kannada,I didnt understand a word but I grinned back.I sat back and relaxed a bit,feeling the cool Bangalore breeze stroke my well-combed hair,as if it was teasing my sense of perfection.I didnt get irritated,I just smiled.
I watched as the autodriver whizzed pass numerous red lights and cut corners with a knack that would have turned Schumacher green.In moments of desperate need,God does send one of his angels to help you out.That day,the angel wore a khakhi coat and his steed was the rickety auto I was riding in.And he rode his steed like the wind!
I checked my phone for the last time and asked him to stop at the exact spot where she'd asked me to come.I glanced at the meter and gave him the exact fare,he accepted it politely.I mumbled a meek Thank you and he drove away.
I looked at both sides of the wide stretch of road.I was flooded with emotions,a mixture of happiness and excitement.
Excited about meeting up with a long lost friend.
I received her call.
I told her that I am at the rendezvous point,she said that she was on her way.
I fiddled with my phone for sometime and watched the others on the road as they carried on with their normal life.
The phone rang again,this time it was a friend who was wondering where I was.
He kept teasing,all I could do was respond to it with silence.
Right then, I heard the call I was waiting for.
Someone behind me yelled out my name in a vaguely familiar feminine voice.
I turned around excitedly.But I couldnt figure out where that voice came from.
I heard the call again-"Ashwin!"
One look,and I knew it was her.
Four years had passed,but she still looked the same.
Smiling,I walked up towards her and shook hands with her.
My body trembling with happiness and a little bit of nervousness.
I watched as the autodriver whizzed pass numerous red lights and cut corners with a knack that would have turned Schumacher green.In moments of desperate need,God does send one of his angels to help you out.That day,the angel wore a khakhi coat and his steed was the rickety auto I was riding in.And he rode his steed like the wind!
I checked my phone for the last time and asked him to stop at the exact spot where she'd asked me to come.I glanced at the meter and gave him the exact fare,he accepted it politely.I mumbled a meek Thank you and he drove away.
I looked at both sides of the wide stretch of road.I was flooded with emotions,a mixture of happiness and excitement.
Excited about meeting up with a long lost friend.
I received her call.
I told her that I am at the rendezvous point,she said that she was on her way.
I fiddled with my phone for sometime and watched the others on the road as they carried on with their normal life.
The phone rang again,this time it was a friend who was wondering where I was.
He kept teasing,all I could do was respond to it with silence.
Right then, I heard the call I was waiting for.
Someone behind me yelled out my name in a vaguely familiar feminine voice.
I turned around excitedly.But I couldnt figure out where that voice came from.
I heard the call again-"Ashwin!"
One look,and I knew it was her.
Four years had passed,but she still looked the same.
Smiling,I walked up towards her and shook hands with her.
My body trembling with happiness and a little bit of nervousness.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The Lonely Marsh
I followed you voice,
As it rang in my ears, With grace and with poise
And a mischievous jeer
Bouncing off the darkness of the cold lonely marsh
A warm welcome break, in a place bleakly harsh
Sometimes I walked, And at times I ran
Taking myself fast, As fast as my tired legs can
Slowed down by my tears and bogged down by fears
And the wounds by the thorny marsh, Over the years
Slowed yes, But never stopped
For sometimes I jumped, And sometimes I hopped
Over obstacles and at times, other pains dropped
Then I saw light! At the end of the dark
And heard your voice grow sweeter, like the song of the lark
Atlast! I came out, out of that cold lonely place
To meet you for once, face to face
The warm sun shining, for me to see
But you weren’t there, waiting for me
And the song resonating, from a place I couldn’t see
I was pulled back, to the middle of the marsh
By the haunting demons, back from my past
Dragged through the muddy floor, I felt like a rag
It was painfully bad, yet over so fast
I lie here, in the cold lonely marsh
A sweet song still, resonating in my ears
The song still haunting, softly from within
The song of my broken heart, And the fears therein
As it rang in my ears, With grace and with poise
And a mischievous jeer
Bouncing off the darkness of the cold lonely marsh
A warm welcome break, in a place bleakly harsh
Sometimes I walked, And at times I ran
Taking myself fast, As fast as my tired legs can
Slowed down by my tears and bogged down by fears
And the wounds by the thorny marsh, Over the years
Slowed yes, But never stopped
For sometimes I jumped, And sometimes I hopped
Over obstacles and at times, other pains dropped
Then I saw light! At the end of the dark
And heard your voice grow sweeter, like the song of the lark
Atlast! I came out, out of that cold lonely place
To meet you for once, face to face
The warm sun shining, for me to see
But you weren’t there, waiting for me
And the song resonating, from a place I couldn’t see
I was pulled back, to the middle of the marsh
By the haunting demons, back from my past
Dragged through the muddy floor, I felt like a rag
It was painfully bad, yet over so fast
I lie here, in the cold lonely marsh
A sweet song still, resonating in my ears
The song still haunting, softly from within
The song of my broken heart, And the fears therein
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
A Spark From Heaven
I still remember that special day,
When you walked into my life,like hope's ray
I wondered,An angel in mortal's lair?
Your eyes so captivating,and filled with care
You walked towards me,Oh so gracefully!
And smiled at me,So pleasantfully!
Felt as if the world had stopped for eternity
And time was defeated,by your beauty's divinity
That moment,I realized I couldn't take my eyes of you
I knew that,we were meant to be like the leaf and the morning dew
The days passed,The seasons rolled
You became a friend,A hand that I could hold
Like a small bright spark that ignites a fire
You inspired me to take myself higher and higher
You made me feel like the king of the world
You took me out of a shell,Where I lay curled
As I held your hand,I knew this was meant to be
We were no longer friends,No more seperate entities
But fate has a way of stopping things
Like stopping the music when one's life truly sings
I watched you wither slowly
But you were still smiling at me,So boldly!
I still remember that fateful day
You left me,Oh divine ray!
I whispered into your ear,how much you truly meant,At last!
You looked at me with your watery eyes and gave a smile
And then,went to a deep slumber,so peacefully yet so fast!
When you walked into my life,like hope's ray
I wondered,An angel in mortal's lair?
Your eyes so captivating,and filled with care
You walked towards me,Oh so gracefully!
And smiled at me,So pleasantfully!
Felt as if the world had stopped for eternity
And time was defeated,by your beauty's divinity
That moment,I realized I couldn't take my eyes of you
I knew that,we were meant to be like the leaf and the morning dew
The days passed,The seasons rolled
You became a friend,A hand that I could hold
Like a small bright spark that ignites a fire
You inspired me to take myself higher and higher
You made me feel like the king of the world
You took me out of a shell,Where I lay curled
As I held your hand,I knew this was meant to be
We were no longer friends,No more seperate entities
But fate has a way of stopping things
Like stopping the music when one's life truly sings
I watched you wither slowly
But you were still smiling at me,So boldly!
I still remember that fateful day
You left me,Oh divine ray!
I whispered into your ear,how much you truly meant,At last!
You looked at me with your watery eyes and gave a smile
And then,went to a deep slumber,so peacefully yet so fast!
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Master of my destiny
As I walk along the deserted road
I wonder,
If I am different
From the rest of the herd
If it is ok to think, like a free bird
No chains, No cages
As I write on my life’s pages
Choosing my own words,
Choosing my own path,
Leaving my own marks,
In an ink, that is neither too light
Nor too dark
I have to struggle
As I swim against life’s flow,
Facing the winds of mockery,
And the strong current’s merciless blow
I pray to it , to let me pass
The tears in my eyes, lost
In its watery mass
But I swim and I swim
Not bowing to its whim
For I am a fighter,like a knight
Dressed in shiny armour
No regrets, No pain
I call it boon, But many call it a bane
For I am the master
Of my life, And my destiny
Choosing my path, The one that looks good to me
But,The road is less travelled
A road that is avoided
The deserted road is looked upon
With fear, And with contempt
I wonder,
If I am different
From the rest of the herd
If it is ok to think, like a free bird
No chains, No cages
As I write on my life’s pages
Choosing my own words,
Choosing my own path,
Leaving my own marks,
In an ink, that is neither too light
Nor too dark
I have to struggle
As I swim against life’s flow,
Facing the winds of mockery,
And the strong current’s merciless blow
I pray to it , to let me pass
The tears in my eyes, lost
In its watery mass
But I swim and I swim
Not bowing to its whim
For I am a fighter,like a knight
Dressed in shiny armour
No regrets, No pain
I call it boon, But many call it a bane
For I am the master
Of my life, And my destiny
Choosing my path, The one that looks good to me
But,The road is less travelled
A road that is avoided
The deserted road is looked upon
With fear, And with contempt
Monday, August 6, 2007
The Wandering Soul
I am the wandering soul,
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone,
Among the living;
I watch them thrive,
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive
I see the innocent laughter of the child,
And the silent tear of a girl,
The warmth of a mother’s love
And the arrogance enveloping this world
I see the good, the evil
Held within their hearts, I watch everything
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive
I do not feel,
The warmth of the morning sun,
Nor the kiss of the gentle breeze,
The coldness of the winter’s night
Nor the cheer of the colorful spring
For I am an outcast, but I watch them
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive
I am the wandering soul,
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone
I am condemned,
For I took away something,
Which I thought was mine,
A gift to be shared, and that gift was my Life…..
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone,
Among the living;
I watch them thrive,
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive
I see the innocent laughter of the child,
And the silent tear of a girl,
The warmth of a mother’s love
And the arrogance enveloping this world
I see the good, the evil
Held within their hearts, I watch everything
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive
I do not feel,
The warmth of the morning sun,
Nor the kiss of the gentle breeze,
The coldness of the winter’s night
Nor the cheer of the colorful spring
For I am an outcast, but I watch them
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive
I am the wandering soul,
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone
I am condemned,
For I took away something,
Which I thought was mine,
A gift to be shared, and that gift was my Life…..
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I'm Sorry...
Words once said cannot be taken back,they say;
I know that,but please do read these words,I pray;
For you know not how much I regret,
The words that I said,Wish I could make you forget,
With the swish of a wand,Like the 'Bloke' you so adore,
And then make your day bright,Brighter than before,
For I am sad, and I really do rue,
For turning a nice day, Into one with a darker hue,
You are a good friend, whom I dont want to lose,
Even though, you call me a Moose or a Goose!!
I was stupid,Worse than-Simpson Bart
But I am really sorry,And it comes from the bottom of my heart,
Words once said cannot be taken back,they say;
All I can do is regretfully pen down my thoughts, and pray......
I know that,but please do read these words,I pray;
For you know not how much I regret,
The words that I said,Wish I could make you forget,
With the swish of a wand,Like the 'Bloke' you so adore,
And then make your day bright,Brighter than before,
For I am sad, and I really do rue,
For turning a nice day, Into one with a darker hue,
You are a good friend, whom I dont want to lose,
Even though, you call me a Moose or a Goose!!
I was stupid,Worse than-Simpson Bart
But I am really sorry,And it comes from the bottom of my heart,
Words once said cannot be taken back,they say;
All I can do is regretfully pen down my thoughts, and pray......
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Inspired!!!!
All of us arent fortunate enough to be born perfect.
I watched him hurrying around the hotel smiling,cleaning tables and taking orders.The twinkle in his eyes,the happiness in his face and the way he proudly did the seemingly "menial" job impressed me.
Even when people abused him for his clumsiness,he did not say anything back.He just smiled and carried on.Not many people can do that,but he was not one of the many.He was 'special'-The kind of people whom we cruelly label Mentally Retarded and look down upon with sympathy.
Did i give him sympathy?No I didnt.He did not deserve it.He was much smarter than me.
For the brief moment he looked at me and smiled at me,He gave me inspiration.
He gave me the courage to capture my dreams.
I watched him hurrying around the hotel smiling,cleaning tables and taking orders.The twinkle in his eyes,the happiness in his face and the way he proudly did the seemingly "menial" job impressed me.
Even when people abused him for his clumsiness,he did not say anything back.He just smiled and carried on.Not many people can do that,but he was not one of the many.He was 'special'-The kind of people whom we cruelly label Mentally Retarded and look down upon with sympathy.
Did i give him sympathy?No I didnt.He did not deserve it.He was much smarter than me.
For the brief moment he looked at me and smiled at me,He gave me inspiration.
He gave me the courage to capture my dreams.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Reaching Through The Intangible Web
I am a born pessimist,cynic and a sceptic.I dont know why,then again thats what makes me who I am.
The world wide web has come a long way since the time it was used to connect a few obscure computers for official purposes.Now,it has become brought everything to our fingertips.The answer to all our questions,the true information powerhouse.Apart from that it is now a source of entertainment and communication.It connects a lot of people around the world removing all political and geographical barriers.It is the blue print of the world all free-spirited humans dream of.It is the blueprint of a world I dream of.
As a born sceptic,I was always critical about the way the web connects people.You have online communities and chatrooms.You interact with people by voice or by typing words,but is it worth it?
You type words on your keyboard,the other person sees it.Thats it.Is this communication?
I found it hard to digest this concept.
But if you look at it from a different perspective,things change dramatically.You communicate through words,and the words that you choose are in essence the strongest,when it comes from your heart.I have made a lot of good friends online.Seemingly anonymous strangers who later became my really good friends.I love that about the web.Its power to connect.If you set aside the people who misuse it and the gullible who fall for it,the web is in essence a powerful weapon.It can connect people,it makes the world smaller.It allows you to get to know people whom you would otherwise never meet in your lifetime.
This post is dedicated to a person whom I think is a good friend of mine and also to another person, a fiery critic of my blog.You know who you are,I am lucky to have gotten to know you.....
The world wide web has come a long way since the time it was used to connect a few obscure computers for official purposes.Now,it has become brought everything to our fingertips.The answer to all our questions,the true information powerhouse.Apart from that it is now a source of entertainment and communication.It connects a lot of people around the world removing all political and geographical barriers.It is the blue print of the world all free-spirited humans dream of.It is the blueprint of a world I dream of.
As a born sceptic,I was always critical about the way the web connects people.You have online communities and chatrooms.You interact with people by voice or by typing words,but is it worth it?
You type words on your keyboard,the other person sees it.Thats it.Is this communication?
I found it hard to digest this concept.
But if you look at it from a different perspective,things change dramatically.You communicate through words,and the words that you choose are in essence the strongest,when it comes from your heart.I have made a lot of good friends online.Seemingly anonymous strangers who later became my really good friends.I love that about the web.Its power to connect.If you set aside the people who misuse it and the gullible who fall for it,the web is in essence a powerful weapon.It can connect people,it makes the world smaller.It allows you to get to know people whom you would otherwise never meet in your lifetime.
This post is dedicated to a person whom I think is a good friend of mine and also to another person, a fiery critic of my blog.You know who you are,I am lucky to have gotten to know you.....
Thursday, June 14, 2007
A Thought...
When was the last time you laughed watching the rain?
I know its a weird question..But have you ever given a thought about it?
Some of the happiest moments in life come from the smallest things we fail to notice.I'm not sure why a 6 year old giggles while getting wet in the rain while a 25 year old starts swearing and starts running for some cover.To me,it is one of the greatest mysteries I've come to know of..
I hate the rain,the thought of getting my clothes,my shoes,my bag and most importantly my hair wet, makes me angry.To a 6 year old,it is just water falling on his face while he's prancing around.He lives in the moment.He doesnt care if he gets sick,he doesnt care if he gets grounded by his parents.As I said,he lives in the moment..
While we have been trained to regret our pasts and worry about our future.
Truly,Children can teach us a lot.
The more we grow up the less wiser we become....
I know its a weird question..But have you ever given a thought about it?
Some of the happiest moments in life come from the smallest things we fail to notice.I'm not sure why a 6 year old giggles while getting wet in the rain while a 25 year old starts swearing and starts running for some cover.To me,it is one of the greatest mysteries I've come to know of..
I hate the rain,the thought of getting my clothes,my shoes,my bag and most importantly my hair wet, makes me angry.To a 6 year old,it is just water falling on his face while he's prancing around.He lives in the moment.He doesnt care if he gets sick,he doesnt care if he gets grounded by his parents.As I said,he lives in the moment..
While we have been trained to regret our pasts and worry about our future.
Truly,Children can teach us a lot.
The more we grow up the less wiser we become....
Thursday, June 7, 2007
What's burning?
Well,my semester results are out.I'm glad to say that I managed to rake up a pretty decent score.I was worried through out my vacation about the results,I'm glad that matter has been laid to rest.
College started off pretty Ok.One thing that has been bothering me is the summer heat,It is just too much.Its irritating and its a little bit frightening.10 years down the line,I dont want my kids to step outdoors with a portable cooling suit.I was glad to hear words like Green house effect and Kyoto protocol splashed across the frontpage of my newspaper a few months back,What happened to all these issues now?
I was surprised to hear that the airline industry is aiming for zero carbon emission by 2050.Well,you could start off ASAP,you have 43 years left till the deadline.At the current rate of fuel consumption,we would be lucky if Petroluem reserves last still 2040.So whats the big deal about zero carbon emission at 2050?Anyway,doing something is better than nothing.
Atleast the Airline industry bothered to acknowledge and rectify the damage they are causing to the environment.There are a whole bunch of other industries who think the environment is a public loo.Guys,wake up!Do something.This world isnt just yours,its mine too.
College started off pretty Ok.One thing that has been bothering me is the summer heat,It is just too much.Its irritating and its a little bit frightening.10 years down the line,I dont want my kids to step outdoors with a portable cooling suit.I was glad to hear words like Green house effect and Kyoto protocol splashed across the frontpage of my newspaper a few months back,What happened to all these issues now?
I was surprised to hear that the airline industry is aiming for zero carbon emission by 2050.Well,you could start off ASAP,you have 43 years left till the deadline.At the current rate of fuel consumption,we would be lucky if Petroluem reserves last still 2040.So whats the big deal about zero carbon emission at 2050?Anyway,doing something is better than nothing.
Atleast the Airline industry bothered to acknowledge and rectify the damage they are causing to the environment.There are a whole bunch of other industries who think the environment is a public loo.Guys,wake up!Do something.This world isnt just yours,its mine too.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Magic in our lives...
I read a lot. I started reading classics when I just turned 9. My momma bought those paperback books, a set of about 12 novels by famous writers. She wanted me to read it. I started my reading habit under a shadow of desperation, it was a rainy day and my parents left for work. The power was gone and I had no way to spend my time. So, I took a book named “Moby Dick” and started reading it slowly. It opened a door; and took me to places where I have never been before. I felt like I was in the middle of the action, I was in Captain Ahab’s ship, chasing a white whale called Moby Dick. That is what good books are capable of.
I felt thrilled and happy, the same sense of happiness when I first saw my baby sister. Needless to say, I finished all the 12 books in a matter of weeks. I had gotten addicted to books.
Like all other kids of her age, my sister is a Harry Potter fan, I kept wondering about the hype surrounding this spectacled young boy with a scar on his head. He is now an international celebrity, kids love him and even adults enjoy reading his story.
J.K.Rowling was on the verge of getting broke when she created Harry Potter, now she’s richer than the Queen of England. Was he created because of desperation to earn money?
If he was, he has succeeded his purpose. But, he has also touched the lives of millions of people around the world.
I was overwhelmed to see my kid sister reading a 300 odd page book.
I was overwhelmed to see people standing under the rain trying to get a copy of this book.
Hell! I was overwhelmed to see that people suddenly started reading books.
I could see the happiness in my sister’s eyes, the same happiness I felt when I first started reading Moby Dick.
All said and praised, I couldn’t still figure out what exactly caused this kind of a reaction among the people.
I had long believed that in this age of electronic gizmos, books weren’t anymore a source of ‘entertainment’. I was right, it wasn’t a source of entertainment but it was a source of joy and magic.
Harry Potter was successful not because it was printed on recycled paper, but because he brought in some magic to the reader’s life. Harry Potter introduced kids to flying brooms and magic spells. Even more significant, he took adults back to the time when they believed in magic, and the wonderful stories their grandma told them. Going back to their childhood is what every adult dreams about, and that is exactly what Harry did. He brought magic into their lives.
I felt thrilled and happy, the same sense of happiness when I first saw my baby sister. Needless to say, I finished all the 12 books in a matter of weeks. I had gotten addicted to books.
Like all other kids of her age, my sister is a Harry Potter fan, I kept wondering about the hype surrounding this spectacled young boy with a scar on his head. He is now an international celebrity, kids love him and even adults enjoy reading his story.
J.K.Rowling was on the verge of getting broke when she created Harry Potter, now she’s richer than the Queen of England. Was he created because of desperation to earn money?
If he was, he has succeeded his purpose. But, he has also touched the lives of millions of people around the world.
I was overwhelmed to see my kid sister reading a 300 odd page book.
I was overwhelmed to see people standing under the rain trying to get a copy of this book.
Hell! I was overwhelmed to see that people suddenly started reading books.
I could see the happiness in my sister’s eyes, the same happiness I felt when I first started reading Moby Dick.
All said and praised, I couldn’t still figure out what exactly caused this kind of a reaction among the people.
I had long believed that in this age of electronic gizmos, books weren’t anymore a source of ‘entertainment’. I was right, it wasn’t a source of entertainment but it was a source of joy and magic.
Harry Potter was successful not because it was printed on recycled paper, but because he brought in some magic to the reader’s life. Harry Potter introduced kids to flying brooms and magic spells. Even more significant, he took adults back to the time when they believed in magic, and the wonderful stories their grandma told them. Going back to their childhood is what every adult dreams about, and that is exactly what Harry did. He brought magic into their lives.
Friday, May 25, 2007
The Sparkle In Her Eyes
Life was never the same after I met Kate. She was the kind of girl who could lift your spirit just by her presence. A smart, cheerful girl who believed that true love knows no boundaries. As we sat in the dim candle light of Café Paris I saw the same sparkle in her eyes when we first kissed. She looked at me and smiled. I was so absorbed by her eyes that I just sat there dumb. It finally took a kick from her to my leg to make me notice that the waiter was standing near us to take the order. The day was February 13.
We had a nice dinner and walked under the calm, silver moon light towards the car. I reached into the pocket of my pant and felt the small box. It contained the ring that I was supposed to present to her. It had been only two weeks since we first met, but I knew she was the ONE who could make my life truly happy. I pondered for sometime and decided to present it to her on Valentine’s day. My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge to my rib; Kate said “Its getting late dear, I have to go to work tomorrow”.
We got inside the car and started driving; the freeway wasn’t very crowded so the drive was pleasant and smooth. The cool wind was gently patting my head and I could feel the comfort it induced. I felt her hand on my cheek, I looked at her, and she was laughing. I asked her “What’s wrong with you?” She replied “Nothing, you keep getting lost in your own world. And when you do that, you have a really cute look on your face”
I just grinned.
It was then that I noticed the flashing lights of police cruisers coming towards us; they were on the wrong side of the freeway. Kate exclaimed “Christ, this is supposed to be a one way right?”
It was then that we noticed a black mini-van tearing through the freeway, coming towards us at break neck speed. I realized it was a chase, I had seen scenes like these on TV before. Before I could react I heard the tyres screeching and the van collided our car head on. When I regained consciousness, I was trapped in a mangled piece of metal; that was once my car. My head was bleeding heavily, I glance towards where Kate was sitting. I saw the cops pulling her out. The air smelt heavily of petrol, It didn’t take long before I lost my senses again..
When I woke up I was in the hospital room, my body was covered with tubes and there was the constant beep of the electronic instruments monitoring my life signs. I looked around, I saw Kate standing next to me; She was smiling. She came towards me and held my hand. She said “I’m so happy you made it, I was very worried about you”
Kate moved towards the corner of the room.
Then the door opened , a team of doctors rushed into the room.
One of them asked me “Mr.Steven, Can you hear me?”
I mumbled weakly “Yes”
He then said “You were in a coma for the past three days”
I smiled and replied faintly “I was?”
She said “I’m sorry about Miss Kate. I’m afraid she didn’t make it”
I looked towards the corner of the room, “I could still see Kate standing there, with the same sparkle in her eyes when we first kissed”
We had a nice dinner and walked under the calm, silver moon light towards the car. I reached into the pocket of my pant and felt the small box. It contained the ring that I was supposed to present to her. It had been only two weeks since we first met, but I knew she was the ONE who could make my life truly happy. I pondered for sometime and decided to present it to her on Valentine’s day. My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge to my rib; Kate said “Its getting late dear, I have to go to work tomorrow”.
We got inside the car and started driving; the freeway wasn’t very crowded so the drive was pleasant and smooth. The cool wind was gently patting my head and I could feel the comfort it induced. I felt her hand on my cheek, I looked at her, and she was laughing. I asked her “What’s wrong with you?” She replied “Nothing, you keep getting lost in your own world. And when you do that, you have a really cute look on your face”
I just grinned.
It was then that I noticed the flashing lights of police cruisers coming towards us; they were on the wrong side of the freeway. Kate exclaimed “Christ, this is supposed to be a one way right?”
It was then that we noticed a black mini-van tearing through the freeway, coming towards us at break neck speed. I realized it was a chase, I had seen scenes like these on TV before. Before I could react I heard the tyres screeching and the van collided our car head on. When I regained consciousness, I was trapped in a mangled piece of metal; that was once my car. My head was bleeding heavily, I glance towards where Kate was sitting. I saw the cops pulling her out. The air smelt heavily of petrol, It didn’t take long before I lost my senses again..
When I woke up I was in the hospital room, my body was covered with tubes and there was the constant beep of the electronic instruments monitoring my life signs. I looked around, I saw Kate standing next to me; She was smiling. She came towards me and held my hand. She said “I’m so happy you made it, I was very worried about you”
Kate moved towards the corner of the room.
Then the door opened , a team of doctors rushed into the room.
One of them asked me “Mr.Steven, Can you hear me?”
I mumbled weakly “Yes”
He then said “You were in a coma for the past three days”
I smiled and replied faintly “I was?”
She said “I’m sorry about Miss Kate. I’m afraid she didn’t make it”
I looked towards the corner of the room, “I could still see Kate standing there, with the same sparkle in her eyes when we first kissed”
Monday, May 7, 2007
My First post
Im impulsive..Its because of one of those impulses that I ended up creating this blog.I took inspiration from a friend of mine.He has been a long time blogger.A veteran compared to me.You can visit his blog at http://www.whereisthisheading.blogspot.com ..
I wake up everyday early in the morning..Open my eyes slowly,watch the fan running..Then I start thinking..Its a routine that has been going on for years...14 to be precise...I remember doing it since I was in the kindergarten...
The only difference is that,back then i used to to think about how am i going to explain to my teacher that I havent done my homework...Now,times have changed..It always does..I've grown up..Only on the outside..But deep inside Im still that insecure Kid..Afraid to face the world..As I continue looking at the fan,It sort of turns into a portal through which I can feel the future..I begin wondering..Where is my life heading?
I move towards the corner of my bed..seeking comfort against the sturdy walls..I cover myself with my blanket..It makes me feel better..
I wake up everyday early in the morning..Open my eyes slowly,watch the fan running..Then I start thinking..Its a routine that has been going on for years...14 to be precise...I remember doing it since I was in the kindergarten...
The only difference is that,back then i used to to think about how am i going to explain to my teacher that I havent done my homework...Now,times have changed..It always does..I've grown up..Only on the outside..But deep inside Im still that insecure Kid..Afraid to face the world..As I continue looking at the fan,It sort of turns into a portal through which I can feel the future..I begin wondering..Where is my life heading?
I move towards the corner of my bed..seeking comfort against the sturdy walls..I cover myself with my blanket..It makes me feel better..
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