Shirish asked me if I could write about him and I didn’t say a word.

I remember back in 10 th grade how Shirish wrote a poem and left it on my desk just before the morning assembly.

It was royal blue ink on ruled lines and it smelled like the deodorant he used to wear.

Whats me without you?

I have found my world 

There is only you in it

What is me without you?

Just like night with out its moon 

Summer without its sun 

Stopping a flower from blooming when its almost done 

It is like Dalmatians without spots

A piglet with out pooh

It is like Dori not being in Nemo 

That is me with out you

You are my sun, 

My moon shining on me 

No matter what I am going through.

I wasn’t sure if the girl in the poem was me because I wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the entire school. I couldn’t possibly take his breath away.

I had never thought about it that time.

Showing this to my class teacher and my friends would create more issues and would disturb him as well as me.

I remained passive not reacting even a bit. I was more focused on my target of getting above 90 percent in Secondary School Certificate exams and achieved it too getting 93.
He fell for another classmate three months later. 

I tossed the paper away. The last time I saw him was in the Eichsttat Hall on the School Send off Day . It has been six years but I still carry the poem with me.

Pack me a gift

In the empty streets of city

My dreams search the eyes..

Desperate to enter into their world hollow,

Of misery, lies, and sorrow

Left them blinded not asleep

With colors of some fading evening beneath diamond lit sky

Birds of unbroken empire of dusk, shrugging thier wings to fly

Hey you angels of far off land..take me down to those ruins of time..

Pack me a gift from days young..

Where lips had smile, and hands were full

With sand of time.. hey you angels of forgotten times,

I do not want wake up anymore,

Day streets are empty

No one is mine.

Inspiring words 

Live each present moment completely and the future will take care of itself. 

Fully enjoy the wonder and beauty of each instant. 

Practice the presence of peace. 

The more you do that, the more you will feel the presence of that power in your life.

My birthday 

So, today it’s my birthday,

So what can I do?

I’m now one year older…and I want to boohoo,

But it’s time to be happy,

A time to rejoice,

A day to remember…that I have a voice,

To express my opinions,

To say what I feel, 

To love and to cherish…all things that appeal,

So, my heart feels gladdened,

I want to cry aloud,

“I’ve made it one more year”…and for that I’m so proud,

But what is life’s purpose? 

Do we to just live and die?

Or should we investigate…the what and the why?

I believe in evolution,

of consciousness — not form,

Yes, my soul is eternal…and I was not born,

For this, I am thankful, 

To my teacher and parents 

Who taught me the Satya…that I’m like no others,

We’re all sole expressions,

of a Superior Godhead,

While remaining still persons…we’re also united,

Simultaneous and different,

And yet united as one, 

The doctrine of Chaitanya…shines like the sun,

Illuminating our consciousness,

With the sound of Harinam, 

My heart soars so high now…on the wings of Sri Ram,

I’m no longer fearful,

Of a thing called, “being dead,”

That ugly grey monster…that hides under my bed.

I now know it’s fiction,

to keep us oppressed,

in a world of illusion…and sensually obsessed,

The “keys” are now with me,

I’ve got the way out,

“Just master the tongue”… I emphatically shout! 

And so, that’s my mission,

To share this simple fact, 

Through practice and precept…my final soul act.

Please share your birthdate so that I can add it to my wish list 

Feeding my mother 

I always thought 

Mother had a small stomach 

Now I realise 

She has a big heart too 

Feeding me till I get satisfied 

Then she eats  all the leftovers 

So today I made her eat first before me 

She was reluctant 

But today I made her plate 

Full of food 

It gave an immense feeling of happiness and joy to see her eat free from all worries 

Meeting an old friend 

This afternoon, I was reading a book when I heard two knocks on my window.

Two knocks, just like old times.

Two knocks, just like that of a friend of mine.

Two knocks, just to assure me that everything is going to be fine.

I rushed to the window and I opened it. An old friend was waiting there; waiting to hug me.

And I stood there, feeling the winds on my face, hearing the sweet whispers of what I had missed.

I stood there, waiting for the thunder to roar, feeling my calm in the storm.

I stood there, watching the lightening rip the sky apart, watching beauty form from a silver, jagged line.

I stood there, feeling the raindrops cleanse me, making me realise what I still love the most.

I stood there, meeting my oldest, best friend.

Two knocks was all it took and the rains had found me again.

An unfulfilled appointment 

Our dreams lasted too long
But all the reality
Nothing but an unfulfilled appointment!
For once I was unable to decide
What pains me more
This poignant or the life without it!
The feeling of this aloneness
Amongst everyone around
The torment of this love unsatisfied!
It was so easy to love you
Never realised
Would be so hard to forget you!
I hear your voice — in silence
That you speak to me
In unspoken words!
You detach me from God
And replace Him by yourself
And I wonder whom to worship!
Now I am waiting
Till your memory leaves
The chambers of my heart!

Rain and Me

Semester exams are over…but holidays started with fever and weakness for’s over now. 

Enjoyed welcoming  getting wet in the first rain of this year…I love the first rain especially the petrichor…inhaling it gives me an immense pleasure with a cup of steaming coffee it’s like heaven.

I love the first rain, and rain loves me too 
Rain drops dance when I come to sit by the window to watch the rains.

Some drops start beating on the sill of the window in excitement and hope to bounce back high enough to reach my face.
I stretch hand out of the window and let the drops rest on the softness of my palm. 

And sometimes, I bless the rain by coming out myself and letting the rain touch me; my face, my body and my soul.
I stand out there, completely still, with my face tilted up towards the clouds, and my eyes closed as if I going to embrace it all.

In that moment, nothing crosses my mind. It’s just the rain and me. I live the rain while the rain feels me 

Drops sit on the hammock of my eyelashes and fall one by one to kiss my lips. The ones i kiss back, find salvation and lose their being to become one with me

Those are the days when the rain is quenched of its thirst and there is a celebration in the skies. Clouds are elated, winds go euphoric, birds sing and rainbows appear.
Those are the days when I yearn for my salvation. Those are the days when I live and die; both at the same time, both because of the same person.

First Book Review “Malgudi Days “

They say a man’s best friend is his dog and a woman’s best friend is her diamond. But I say their best friend is books. Books are one thing that remains faithful – you just have to make sure you are looking at the right ones. Good books are just like good friends – they will always remain sincere to us. The beauty of a book lies mostly in the presentation style along with its contents.

One such book which is overall a great package is “Malgudi Days” by “Rasipuram Krishnaswami Ayyar Narayanaswami”, better known as “R K Narayan”. Though its 100+ years since this legend was born, he still rules in the hearts of any literary lover. 

Compared to other books by the same author, this was the most widely appreciated, and even made into a television serial. Narayan certainly has an extraordinary command over words. A similarity between most of his books, whether it is novels, stories, short stories, memoirs or even essays, is the simple language and the play of words as he narrates each incident, each location & each personality. These stories written with Narayan’s simple style and characteristic gentle irony, portray the variety and colour of Indian Life. The vividness in the explanation makes each character dear to us. Infact, though the characters of “Malgudi days” all belong to a small village; these people are still alive amongst us. The characteristics of the village Malgudi seems universal to any part of the world. 

Malgudi days is a collection of 32 short stories told by R K Narayan. In each of the stories he narrates the extraordinary ordinariness of a human life. The artistic innocence of his words at once hits a chord with our hearts. It deals with a small village in India having a multitude of personalities having various characters, outlooks, habits and day-to-day philosophy.

Each story in this collection, deals mainly with one character or emotion of a typical person, which captivates the reader’s imagination. Though the crux of any story can be explained in a couple of lines, the elaborateness makes us feel that we are at that particular village scene watching the incident and prying inside the character’s heads and knowing about the feelings of their heart.

The stories all ends with a surprising note that makes us think from the character’s point of view, on their emotions and what prompted them to do their deeds. It gives an exposure to traditions, life and emotions of various kinds of people. This makes a very interesting reading as it throws light into the minds of people in general.  

For example, the story “An Astrologer’s Day” Narayan introduces us to a typical market scene. The story revolves on an astrologer seated under a tamarind tree which flank a path running through the Town Hall Park. The astrologer’s appearance – the ash and vermillion on the forehead, turban on the head, sparkle in the eye, even the unique location of the eye is beautifully expressed. The author goes on to enchant the reader with his beautiful explanation on the astrologer and the other traders doing business in the busy path. Yet, the focal point in the story still remains with the astrologer, his astronomic techniques and dealings with his customers – particularly one of them.

The resplendency of the language of R K Narayan’s Malgudi days prompts the readers to go back to the book and turn the pages yet once again plunging into the various human minds. It leaves any reader spellbound with emotions. The excellent vocabulary of the author’s words leaves the readers thirsting for more.

A great book that adds value to your collection.