Monday, March 29, 2010

Maps

I really don't know where all this is going. Yes I know its supposed to be like that.
I'm very aware of the repercussions my decisions can have.
Lately I've begun to question everything, doubt everything...the world is a nasty place.
The funny part about all this that every time I try and deny it, someone reminds me with action
or with words.....

This is not a philosophical rant... neither is this dark romance.
This is simply about the future.
I don't know where I am going.
I am afraid of staying still.
We'r all afraid and anxious.

Nowadays everyone seems like a stranger to me.
My ideas about the one's closest to me has changed...drastically.
Ive begun to see the real them or may be the new them.
They probably see the new me and may be some don't see at all...

But I wonder.....I wonder what I see?
I wonder if I can make it...I wonder if I can achieve everything I want to.
Its a tall order. My imagination is to blame....My imagination is the fuel to my dreams.

But what do I do? Do I blame my imagination for raising the bar for myself?
Or should I blame the ego?
The dream has been dream't , the starting line is defined.
Do I have it in me?
Can I achieve what I want?
I wish I had a booklet with a map, marking my destination.
But thats wishful thinking. So many roads I can travel on... and may be most of them are the wrong one's.
How do I identify the right ones?
How do I choose?
Where will I be 10 years from now?

I know where I'd like to be.
I just don't know how to get there...

And may be thats just what its all about...

May be maps aren't found...May be they're created during the journey...

But what do I know.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Penny for my thoughts

Everyday I wake up different. Every night I feel the same.

Time- Our audience

Hello friend..How is it that you always have your hands on your face ?
Is what I would ask any blooming clock.

Time has always been around.
Since forever and eternity
An audience to creation
A witness to destruction
A passerby in all our lives.

Time has watched us
a resilient observer
Time is impatient.
Never still.
Time is restless.
Time flies..without wings
Time runs...at a steady pace
Time our companion, with us every moment.
Time sees us at our worst and at the very best.
Time was with us when we were born
Time will be with us in the end

Time will see us through
Time will mock us too.
Time will dance
Time will escape
Time our friend

The friend who never waits.

I wonder if that's why he always has his hands on his face ...
May be he's just ashamed...

Friday, March 5, 2010

Boy and Girl of old

Boy and girl of old meet and have a chat
For hours and hours they spoke...for hours and hours they sat
'Wassup ? How u been?' she asks ..'want some candy...?'
'Sure' he says..'thanks ..im fine...doin dandy'
'Old habits die hard?' she suggests naughtily...
I guess ..says he ...oh so haughtily

Throw some memories in the mix and you have a party
Paint them as a portrait..you may call them arty...
'So..how's he doing..lil o'l what's his name'...from her the question came...
'Fine, fine' he acknowledges ..'doing fine...he's ok'.. says he..'just the same'
'So here's where I am with love' she says opening up...
'He nods and shares his romantic tales now bending to grap a cup..

They share , they care, they talk , laugh
They hold a conversation with brilliant ease...altogether half n' half.
He's glad he came
She feels the same
They've had their share of fights
They snapped around and cut each other off like a pair of kites..

But they came together yet again..oh no they couldn't stay away...
The kites they learn't to sway
They came together
the boy
the girl
and so their story stays.

The boy and girl of old..
they dwell in the same fold..

She said to him 'we'll meet again..meet me soon..hurry up..'
The boy agreed..he felt relief...she had him at wassup.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The immortal one.

24/02/2010. We have a billion Gods in this country. But whosoever follows the religion of cricket knows only one God. The man on who's shoulders lies the hopes of a billion people , a player par excellence, a living guide to the game of cricket , a breathing example for every sportsman , a bench mark for all aspiring cricketers. His passion supreme , His will... consistent , His class unmatchable , his talent undeniable , his achievement unparalleled , his humility admirable

His legend immortal.
On 24/02/2010. Sachin Tendulkar 'the little master' broke not one , but two mammoth records.
The highest total / runs achieved in an ODI. The first and only person to reach a double century in an ODI in the history of cricket.

And so his story continues...
All hail ...the immortal one.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Ms. Lois Lane...FYI Lana Lang has left the building

The Ending comes sooner and different than one would expect.
When something that has dominated your happiness quotient comes to an abrupt halt ..it seems overwhelming.
What does it take for it to end? What does it take for you to accept that your whole world has ceased to exist.

Its simple really. The moment you realize that your nothing but an alien to 'your' world it becomes easier to fly away to something familiar.

A farm boy with extraordinary abilities couldn't hold onto the love of his life or someone he thought was the love of his life
As he grew , he found that every step was a hurdle. He had responsibilities. Huge ones. Dreams- huge ones.

He could very easily soar into the sky and tear through the clouds, however his feet at first seemed heavy. He hadn't discovered flight. Gravity seemed stronger.He questioned his place in the world, not sure where he belonged.

He felt different and vulnerable.
Vulnerable in spite of his special qualities.
She knew how he was different... she felt his love.
She knew he would alter the very movement of the Earth, if she asked him to.
Yet somehow she felt like he wouldn't be right for her.
Yet she felt their journey together was temporary.

He felt it. He knew how she felt. He didn't want to believe it.

Lana-'And what happens down the road if things don't work out. Will our friendship survive that? '
Clark- 'I don't know. Lana, I've wanted this for so long. I think it's worth the risk'

A risk they took. They seemed happy for a short while.
But their story was heading towards a finality
that neither could control.

It had to end. And end it did. They were too different.
She couldn't fit him and his being different into her well planned life.
He didn't understand at first, but had to come to terms with it.
He saved her so many times .. always protecting her and watching over her.
She felt suffocated. She choked. She didn't see it for what it was. She couldn't.
He just wanted to her to be happy. She just wanted to be happy.


Clark Kent :'So that's it. It's all over. It's that easy? '
Lana Lang: 'No. But where I am now, for the first time it feels right. Clark, I know neither of us could say it... But maybe Clark Kent and Lana Lang just weren't meant to end up together.'

Such is their story.
A story that was supposed to have a happy ending.. well at least thats what Clark thought.

Clark realized at last that they were from different worlds
and some things are just doomed from the get go.

Lana fell in love with Pete Ross.
Some one who seemed right for her.
Some one who felt right.
With Clark it was never that easy.

Clark sought a different path.
He began to concentrate on his journey for a change
His dreams. His destiny. His story.
So he left the farm, packed his bag and left for a new place
A busy place and yet a place where he felt he would discover himself.
He entered the confines of his future work place ... he walked amongst the hustle and bustle
And then it happened.

He bumped into her.
She said 'hey watch where you're going '
He said sorry... Im new around here..as he held his hand out and said
Hi I'm Clark. Clark Kent.
She looked at him with annoyance.. and said...
Lois. Lois Lane.

Lois:' Look, sometimes you gotta tuck your feelings away until it's the right time - like stuffing dollars into a piggy bank for a bike you can't quite afford.
Clark: Only, I can't imagine there is anyone else.
Lois: You never know, Clark. Maybe when you finally crack open that piggy bank you'll find that all this time you haven't been saving for a bike...you've really been
saving for a Harley'

Clark, eventually learnt to fly.
And in his arms..Lois flew with him.
She saw him for what he was and who he was.

The world seemed better.
He belonged...Finally.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

New days are hard... but essential.

I'd like to meet the God who wrote my story and I would like to tell him that I am a better writer. Let me take it from here.


A.B. Shetty. 18th Feb 2010.