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Monday, October 18, 2010

WALKING ALONG…

WALKING  ALONG…
And yes God is around…
In the beauty of love,
In an unexplained respect…
In the devotion of work
In the heat of defeat…
In the rain of success…
In the toothless grin of a kid…
In the wrinkled skin of my grandma…
In my incapabilities…
In my fight against some,
In my acceptance for few…
In my rare tears, in my heartfelt laughs…
In the pattern on the butterfly…
In the swift of the squirrel…
In the power of  a horse…
In the watery eyes of the bride…
In the last breaths
In love…
He is ‘ALL’
He is in ‘ALL’…
Sometimes the consciousness in you…
Sometimes the advisor in you…
Sometimes the learner…
Sometimes the kid in you
Yes HE  is around and shall always be…
Just  bother to look around…J
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‘KNOTS’ AND ‘CROSSES’

‘KNOTS’ AND ‘CROSSES’
The clock is ticking, so Jim goes through the planned work list…
Day begin to Day end, no climax no twist…
Making a mental note of the sequence of tasks..
“You had food”, the only question his family asks…
Utterly tired yet relieved, he finishes his meal…
And next day, God knows how, he brings in the same zeal,
Repeats the cycle again…
While outperforming the herd around…
Sometimes a capability,
Sometimes a ‘flaw’ newly found…
With Life, on the other side, he plays KNOTS AND CROSSES…
Sometimes he shines as an outstanding winner,
Sometimes adding one more to his losses..
Trying to grasp fast…
Trying to perform faster…
He still steals out 10 fantasy minutes anyway…
Every time planning to revive his college interests some day…
BUT THE CLOCK IS TICKING…
Money MATTERS and hence matters of money confine him to his cabin again…
But still he swims through monotony with a smile…
Keys swirling in one finger and the other hand going though a thick file…
Believe me, it’s hard being just an average earner…
It’s hard even after falling, to be a consistent learner…
In game after game, he begins again…
Rarely does he take an unconventional lane..
Sometimes a ‘cross’ of life ends his battles of ‘knots’
Still he doesn’t give up playing his shots…
May be the Jim, we are talking about isn’t a scientist, an industrialist or a ‘Mr. out of the crowd…
But what he is,  makes him No less proud…
YES…average is inn…
Because Never Was It Out…
So If you or me are one of these ‘just on the line’
Even scotch over years turns out better than wine…
Someday we will make our row of KNOTS…
That’s how from this venture of life, we will discover our snapshots…
SOMEDAY SOMEHOW ,WE WILL….


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A TRYST WITH PASSION

A TRYST WITH PASSION
I love acting…I love being someone I am not…perhaps being something I may never be…that’s the most glorious part about it…
Harsha Bhogle rightly said that talent takes you from the runway to an inclination…passion lifts your plane to remarkable heights…
Even when m tired to hell…when my throat pains like there are actually some small species inside which is playing with my tonsils…acting gives me energy…an enthusiasm…its that moment that I realize , that giving your life to something so beautiful is “worth it” ,really…I am a sort of person who does get bothered by what people say, not much but also m not a part of that proud crowd which is unmoved by the herd’s opinion but when it comes to this aspect of my life…I m least bothered , really, I feel like giving my best to it, irrespective of whether people around me are doing that or not…I am proud of the fact that I have tasted the recipe’s of passion… sometimes in form of praise, sometimes sheer criticism, sometimes a desire to shut people’s mouth and sometimes just when nothing else made me feel that things are falling into place except the moment when I begin to act and become someone else…I don’t really know how well do I do it or how does it really come out but that’s something that I do sincerely right from the heart and it ought o come nice….
And I hope it does…..
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