Life, a Bitter and Sweet Symphony

She soon turned from coal to gold with the touch of her prince, and her life became a fairytale. He ran into her life to pull her out of the woes, to transit the vibrant energy in her, and to realize her that she can shine and outshine. His love was a catalyst for polarized, intensely emotional reaction that was missing in her till then. She spent the time of her life with him, in an apparent world, which was just the opposite of her virtual life. She now dared to dream, and more yet, dared to make them true! She defied all the social norms, the maze of ‘principles’ which were filled in her since childhood, and which she choicelessly accepted as one of the essentialities of living…and in the process, very naively, forgot to live. She defied all this and learned to lie, hide and cover up things- this is her newly-learned-wisdom. Just like another Alice has slipped through the glass door and found a new world that she has always been dreaming of. She opened her eyes, widened the...

I'm the sea , moving freely, without knowing where to dance. Me and my thoughts, sailing far away. I'm close to the shore, I am deep in the rocks. And then you ask me, "Why don't I sway?" I'm the sea , I have forget my roots, Like warm water drops, I touch your toes. I am shreded in the day by the warm sun, And filled with the chill, when you sound still. I'm the sea , gentle rays glide and fly, while I dive in the oceans of the sky. I meet the horizons, and still feel distanced, I keep quiet in my grave, but roar in turbulence. I'm the sea , I cannot drown, though whenever I cry, my heart goes down.

When I touch, the dew drops on my window, And when I feel, the cold breezes of air that splash into me; When I see a twinkle in a child’s eye, And when I take a relaxed sigh, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, the seasons, smiles and stories, is a reflection of you in me. And IF the evils of space and distance, puts me out of your mind, and if you WILL forget me, leaving me on the shore, to walk alone, and bear the thunder waves, to see the sunrise and sunset alone, on that day and that very hour, I will lift my arms, and set myself free, to seek another land. And that shall be the renaissance of a loveless soul- If you will forget me… If you will forget me…

I have traveled through the city, Halfway and through; Praised the music, liked a places few. I enjoyed the weather, hated it too, Relived certain memories, cursed one or two. I did search for peace, searched for love, I searched for God, but it was tough. He hides, and I seek, He whispers and I shriek; He goes and I follow, He smiles when I’m hollow; He runs and I chase, As if an eternal race… I have NEVER got his way, neither yester nor today! So let’s do one thing now, I know not how true, You be my God for me, And I will be for you…

2 years ago, she meant a lot to me. Today, after 2 years that she is not with us, she means a lot more. April 2007 My passion to study is the driving force of my life. The Numero Uno position I gained in the 1st year of my college has made me greedy for marks. I studied harder in 2nd year and heartlessly in the 3rd. 28th April 2007 My grandmaa is calling me several times from her hospital bed, asking me to visit her. She is calling all of us, all her sons, daughters, daughter-in-laws, son-in-laws and grandchildren- she was an attention seeker. She liked it when she was surrounded by her family, we all knew it. I'm burying myself in books and promising her to see her after my exams. She is also insisting to visit Akshardham Temple, no one takes her she is complaining. I'm promising to take her on a wheel chair. But poetry of Keats and Eliot are more important to me. More than her phone calls pleading me to see her in the hospital, to spend some time with her. Everyone ...

When I say I like waking up early, I’m not a morning person, I compromise. When I say I’m uncomfortable in up-length dresses, I have no Indian woman as an idol, I compromise. When I say I love being at job, I do not enjoy the pen and paper, I compromise. When I say I’m not tired working for long, I do not mean to flaunt my strength, I compromise. When I say I hate marrying at 23, I do not love my independence, I compromise. When I say I’m happy with my life, I do not experience any special joy, I compromise.

This is the world of fun, laughter and gaiety. If you don't joke, don't laugh with others, at others, the world will ignore you to the extent of negating your presence. So whether or not you are a reserved person, for being included in "the group of maximum", you have to talk, dress, walk and speak with them in the way they want. You will have to "be" them- this is my recent observation of a way of living. But I still remain the same- quiet, reserved, not-so-social with people whom I'm not close to. I don't disclose my secrets to them because I don't want to...I don't talk much with them because I don't find it comfortable- life is to express and not to impress others. So if according to my recent observation, the quiet has no place, I'm happy in my no-man's-land.