Monday, December 26, 2011


I realize that it has been almost a year since I wrote! What the hell is wrong with me? I could write!!!! Oh I still can! "Click Next to Continue" or "By the end of this course, you will be able to"...who the hell cares what you will be able to do when you finish this godforsaken course! Or if you will take it at all...but I will still write what makes no sense...and what does make sense! Well they don't come any more!

Is this what was desired? I wonder!!! Or is it just a dream? A nightmare...I will wake out of it and find that I can write...once again???? But then, write what? I am not a storyteller, neither a poet! I am not JK Rowling or even Chitra Divakaruni for that matter! Neither am I a certain Raj Malhotra that I write down the story of my life and get a whopping amount for that! But then I could still write...scribble for myself, most of all!

And so, now that I have no "Click next"s to write for a couple of weeks, I thought of telling you all a story...

A love story...

There was once a girl...who lived in the dark world deep in the rugged and rough lands of the eastern plains. Her world was dark but she was a dreamer and dreamt of blue skies, green meadows, white ocean surf, yellow sand, pink flowers...all but the sun. She never had seen the sun even in her dreams! She loved light and yet her world was dark. She grew up amidst all the hard rocks and never touched one of them! She hated them because they were dark and lifeless. And as she grew she realized that her dreams would never come true. The more she thought about them, they more sad she would become. So she carefully put them to sleep and started to live without them. Live...perhaps not...but she still tried to and no one knew how hard she tried!

She did what all she was expected to do and never complain. And yet at night she would lay staring at the dark and see her precious dream...lie deadly asleep. She had mourned for them for long but then gradually and with time she learnt to believe that they might never wake up again.

And then one night when she was sleeping she had a night mare and woke up with a start. She was scared and started running blindly and in the diluting darkness she stumbled and fell upon a particularly large piece of rock that she had never liked. It was so dead and black! The moment she touched the rock, it turned into a shining mass of molten gold. It was brilliant! She smiled and the mass of gold rose above all, to the sky and became the sun. The light had been a prelude to the sun.

And as she smiled up at the sun, the world around her lit up...there were
blue skies, green meadows, white ocean surf, yellow sand, pink flowers. It was her world of dreams. And the sun promised her that the light will never cease to exist in her life and the sun himself will never cease to exist. He would never let her world go dark again...

And they lived happily ever after...


Friday, March 4, 2011

As they merge…


When the world takes a twist on the roller coaster called life
Move along…
And there you go!
A new view, new colours –
Dampening the vibrance of the known…and yet…
Another twist…and when the view changes this time –
The deserted, left behind calls again.

And then;
The old and the new merge
On the same palette offering a myriad of colours!
And then as the new starts getting older,
It mixes with the older and the oldest…
And they all emerge as ONE and the same…