Life's a play.. I'm the director

So, I took my first big step today.. Yeah, I'm talking about the global warming issue.. Yes, it is the buzz word right now.. True, You look and also feel like a hero talking about it.. and, sure, if you start a conversation about global warming or the likes of it, you become this ultimate cool guy/girl.. But, how many of us take the issue further ? Further than just a conversation? I was also one of those people till today.. I would talk about the unnecessary abundance of carbon Di -oxide on the planet and the thinning of the ozone layer, etc .. I would actively discourage friends to stop littering wrappers around, and avoid plastic bags, may be just to be in that fancy limelight.. This morning I was watching this show on TV about the youth and their responsibilities.. It kind of shook me.. I realised I was actually not doing anything.. Practically nothing.. Just inches close to zilch.. This was my wake up call... Finally, I could hear it.. What will happen to my planet? I have th...

Dear whosoever came across my blog and decided to read on..for whatsoever reason, Today, as I was returning from an audit ( which is, by the way, very very (very) far from the limits of the city.. I wonder why they have their office there..anyway,) in a bus, I decided I would give my city a closer look than usual, instead of choosing the easier way of killing boredom, to sleep. The city has become a big city now.. and I mean a BIG city.. the airport apparently looks marvellous ( I haven't seen it yet, so the 'apparently' comes in). The roads are covered with what they call 'luxury cars' and huge malls and big branded stores and many many outlets of several kinds.. I'm impressed.. The city looks fancy and modishly illuminated with the neon (I guess) lights of the many many restaurants and malls and coffee bars and eat outs and every other kind of store or whatever, that I think I can't even name. For a while, my thinking tube was switched on and I gave it a ...

I know not what life is, I know not death, I know not who I am, I don't remember a bit I live to see where my soul is, Die to see it go. I'm an ancient soul in this eye of God, And, I'm all alone. I look back at all my lives, And think, why? But I have to live, so I die. I try to recall all that happened, I see nothing..nobody..no relations. I want to know where I will go now, I want to go, I have no patience. I bid goodbye to all I had, all that life gave. I seep into the memories that'll never be.. and sink into my grave. Even now, I know not what life is, I know not death. I know not who I am, I don't remember a bit.

Ever since they got mobile phones for themselves, my parents have been devoted to the Idea network. Right from the times when we were asked to hand up immediately after giving the message (‘Do you know we are charged almost eight rupees every time you call?’) to now, when mom calls up as she’s walking down the stairs out of the house just to remind us to put the juice bottle back in the fridge. Cell phones have been a strange fascination; they are, even now. Everybody wants to have his or her very own ten-digit number. Everybody included me too. I longed to grow up just to get that set of ten digits against my name. (‘We’ll get you a phone when you grow up.’) Time passed, and yippee! I was now the proud owner of a brand new number; needless to say, it was an Idea number (‘ Idea’s the best, you know.’). Yeah right! What an idea! All my money burnt to ashes, with some left for a regular subway sandwich. I couldn’t even replace that wretched thing with a better number. (‘You want those ot...

This is an 'excerpt' from my diary..editted and abridged..you have to be my best friend to read the original.. 4th September, 2007 Dear diary, 4.oo AM..Amma(mom) woke me up from sleep..somewhere deep down in sleep (not knowing the time, but knowing it was abnormally early)..I was, kind of, ready with my lines, "We don't have college today Ma, its Janmashtami.Let me sleep"..But, what I heard from her was something I rather never wanted to hear,but knew deep down that it was inevitable.."Thatha (granpa) is no more"..For a while,I just couldn't take it..though knowing well what I heard,I replied out of lack of words, "What nonsense?"..That was probably the most absurd reaction I had ever given to anything. My mind was not prepared. I was not ready to get out of my room now, I thought Nani (Dad) would be crying..and I did not want see that. I was not ready for a scene like that, and will never be, coz that's the last thing I would ...

This is officially the first poem I've written..after a series of some senseless others..this is how it goes.. "I have an announcement to make, I am missing, please bring me back for heaven's sake. I am lost in the woods of life, every tree of which knows me. I am lost in the bushes of gossip and strife, every leaf of which knows me. I became a flower in the mushy lands, all my nectar, the back biting bees sucked in, all my petals the liar,goat chewed up,cruelly. I lost myself,please bring me back. I flew like a bird in the winter deserts, my feathers,the ruthless little kid plucked away, my body, the hungry hunter burnt away, I 've lost myself in this coldness, please bring me back. A reward will be given to anybody who finds me, I have my love to give, not any fee. I am lost in this heartless world, please bring myself back to me."