Thursday, June 26, 2008

Senorita, Wake up!!



The alarm is ringing in its high pitched tone again. I feel miserable. “Wake up, Senorita……!” The yells seem to have gone to no purpose. I wonder when will she wake up and start her day. I am waiting…. You have a job!! You have responsibility!! You are the only one responsible for all (wrongs :p) that happens in and around your milieu. You will have to wake up and stare bravely at the morning sun, obtain enthusiasm and begin your day with zeal…

Everyday is the same… The nature greets us with the dawn, and in turn waits for an acceptance from all of us, but some people fail to appreciate nature’s endeavor.

She is awake, but has been in a subterranean sleep since so many days. She has been dreaming of all good and useless things. It seems as if she has found solace in her reveries too. She loves the space of Imaginations and Illusions. The world around her is changing so fast. I can see it!! I have been telling her about it since a very long time. Talks have gone futile... Philosophies and Explanations -unheeded. At times some realities seem to involuntarily wake her up. They try to tell her the facts of life. They emphasize on the bitter truths that are to be faced. But nothing has an effect on her.

Look Senorita!! You have a task here, an aim there, a goal here, a dream there… wake up…! You have to achieve the targets you had set for yourself. You have to be a part of the hoopla called as “The Illustrious League” which you have always dreamt of. But now your dreams seemed to have changed, they have taken you to a strange land, and you are enjoying your utopian fantasies.

You are not a mere name on you birth certificate, Senorita, you are not born to just survive, you are not here to live for ‘n’ number of years and die. You are here for a reason. You are your own God. You have to wake up to realize those dreams.

Wake Up …You have a so much to do, so much to accomplish and a lot more to give and share with the world…
Look at the sunrise, Be the Sunrise…
Wake up, before it is too late… Senorita…. Wake up!!!

Friday, June 06, 2008

Purpose, Idea, Inspiration….


I appreciate, with all my heart, this one attempt… It is simplicity and thoughts penned down in perfection… A thought to think, and a thing to do...

Credits : Varghese Kutty.

By the Street Side

Walking down the street
I saw the street, it was busy
People moving and I could see the worries and tension they were carrying along with them and I paused to think what I was doing
Perhaps flowing like the river
I was one among them and then my eyes wandered around to look for a happy man….and I saw a few children playing hide and seek,

I could see they were enjoying

Unaware of the trials and the difficulties the future had hidden for them
I stood there for a while
Smiling, quenching my quest seeing them enjoy….
Forgetting my worries and responsibilities for a while…
Then I moved ahead with the soul by my side –talking and arguing with me..
I moved and found few old people selling vegetables by the street side.
“Were they happy?”, I pondered, but they were making their living.
Moving ahead I saw few moving in their AC cars – and I questioned and I paused to think again….

What was I looking for?
Quick came the answer from my soul. You are looking for a meaning. A meaning that your life could define and I thought I was living to die one day?
Would I achieve my dreams?
Dreams that remain plenty and still undefined….
The path seems empty and unexplored.
I continued walking along the street side and the soul by my side.
Arguing and fighting ….
Still with an unanswered question…
“Will I die before I leave my footprints strong enough to leave its mark? Will I die before giving a meaning to my life………..

Apostrophe.....


Remembrances and dedications…..

Should I be happy? Or should mourn? Should I sing a song of celebration or spend the day thinking about what would it be like, had you been here? Should I delight myself with a silver jubilee treat or should I opt for solitude, thinking about the good times we had? Remembrances and dedications…. I recollect all the times when we danced our hearts out while people sang…
When we dedicated songs to people,who knew not how to appreciate life in true terms!!
I remember how you gave me your philosophy on being sensible at all times and not being sentimental.
Togetherness is what I miss the most!!! And so remembrances follow, and so do dedications….
And I prefer celebrating today….. living by what you always emphasized on….

Cheers!!!


A song for you….

Because you Loved me –Celine Dion.

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I’ll be forever thankful baby
You’re the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You’re the one who saw me through through it all

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I’m grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don’t know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You’ve been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me….

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