Finding New ways to Inscribe Thoughts!!!

The Carefree....

2012-01-13T16:47:00.007+05:30

There are people who think… and think whatever
But you are that untouched stinging bee
There are people who speak... and blabber whatever
But you are that unsung beauty to be…

You are malign and insane,
That’s how the world portrays your smile
Your view is a threat to the nature around,
That’s how the pseudos paint your eyes

That smile I say has discretion to it
It only shows what one wants to see thru’ it
Those eyes I say are the most entrancing thing,
It only shows what one wants to believe
(And I see purity in them!!!)

There are people who think… and think whatever
Dare not to change ‘coz your life is yours
There are people who speak... and blabber whatever
Dare not to change’ coz your story will be yours

A tribute to the most unadulterated form of passion!
- Abhay Chokshi (Arya)

Are we Independent or In Dependence?

2011-08-15T11:10:00.001+05:30

I was thinking about "Independence" today... What does the word mean? In literal English, it means In-Dependence i.e. without dependency.

But, have we achieved that state completely? Can we say that we live in a place which is not subject to conditions? Have we overcome the problems that we face daily or just dodged them periodically because it was easy to do so? You might protest, how else would we be able to live? We are bound to be considerate and do just nothing. We have been taught to be that way, isn’t it? And, to hope that things will automatically fall in their places.

Ironically, we are exactly the opposite of self-sustenance. The pillars on which we stand today are built on uncountable addictions, mythical cravings. Do we deserve such a country with so many productive resources ready to be bettered or instead the word is battered? I might twist my observation and the question then becomes, does this country with innumerable bugs inside the vein deserve us to be staying in? We have everything but sere lack of motive to give this nation a shape that we may proudly call a perfect figure. This infatuation of an expensive past and ever alluring hazy future has left us with even more dependent present.

I am no political Guru, not even an activist, but as I see through this nation through a common man’s tattered glasses (on its 66th Independence Day), India to me seems more OLD than YOUNG.

P.S. I was not able to associate the adjectives Shining, Prosperous, Superpower etc. to India.

Being Self…

2011-08-04T17:44:00.009+05:30

What it seems being a caged bird that has wings,
but cannot fly…

What it seems being a path that have had wanderers
But it couldn’t decide upon where to go…

What it seems to wither as a tree and get those leaves again,
Only to know that you will have to drop them… one day

What it seems being a touch, that one knows is momentary,
But deep down hope that it stays eternal…

What it seems to be a Reality, so genuine yet unnoticed,
Only to realize that someone chose Dreams over it…

What it seems to be a diamond in a country where,
People have everything but no food to eat…

What it seems being a human that has lost its value,
an individual in an ever growing world… without the feeling of self

It seems as if Character is on hibernation and Morale is on sale.

-Arya

Then....

2011-05-18T22:35:00.006+05:30

You announce, you come and I am softened,
You hold, you fold, But, I am just a thing to you then…

You shutter, You flatter, and you run away then,
You claim, then proclaim that men will be men…

Cut to pieces, and joint by glue,
You betray, you return and think that I still love you…

Love, care, warmth were just weapons for you,
To shatter, to butcher, to enclave me then..

I am lost, I am gone, means you will never have me,
Though never thought, never believed, I will not miss you ever again…

- Arya (Abhay Chokshi)

Contraption - On India's 65th Birthday!!!

2010-08-17T10:43:00.008+05:30

Contraption

What we stare today is the face of contraption
A perfect blend of sorority committed to nothing but extinction

At peace with each piece we have, to guzzle upon
Nihilism stands no chance, mutual harmony have the world piled on

Power seems to have controlled truth skillfully
Where a life’s cost cannot even fetch another life essentially

Whoever stems across this equilibrium, is bound to fall on face,
If he tries to open the eyes, of the one’s running the rat race

Crucified, burnt, subsided are the just synonyms for self
Not sheepish, not even aware, living a life of object placed on a shelf

64 we are and gazing a symbiotic contraption
What we seek is more, a mammoth societal revolution!!!

- Arya (15/8/2010)

Pushed in a corner… Just Burn the boats!!!

2010-06-17T16:25:00.011+05:30

Choices have always made my life complicated. The other day, I was thinking about setting my career path. To my surprise, I realized that, off lately, I have started keeping my options open. Whether it was an MBA or job, I had cushioned myself with a backup plan. I was beginning to understand the fundamental flaw.

Back in my college days, I never had this approach. I always knew I would make it through, even if I started at the 11th hour of the day. Just have a look at this famous Calvin & Hobbes strip:

Same was the case with me earlier. I had outperformed my own convictions when a challenge hovered upon me. I had mastered the art of crisis management, even though it was I who created that crisis in the first place. I left myself with no option but to work on it with the best I have. Handling life this way not only kept me agile, but also brought a subconscious superlative out of me. It never allowed me a “chatak bari” (an escape window) for running away from the challenge.

This reminds me of the incident I read somewhere…

“When Alexander the Great reached the sea shore in Persia, the opponents outnumbered their miniature troupe. Thus, he gave orders to this army that go back to the sea and ‘Burn the boats’. Without the moment’s delay the men obeyed him and when they returned, Alexander told the most obvious yet a stimulating thing: We go back in Persian Ships or we perish here. What followed is famous history today. They won convincingly against the fieriest opponents. “

Another live stimulus, I will quote here, is Cricket. Everyone remembers the historical Cricket Test Match between India and Australia, wherein after a FOLLOW-ON, India went on to win the test match and the Series. It was a classic example of being pushed into a corner and in the process coming out as a survivor.

Breaking the shackles, as one of my friends, rightly said to me is the key. We need to be in critical make-or-break scenario to reach the pinnacle. Always on the edge!!!

I urge myself to go back to those days where I run towards a single goal, a fulcrum, an express way where there are no possible deviations.

This is where I think I am lacking now, the fire to procrastinate things, looking continuously for options, hoping that things would turn out my way. Procrastinating would help me shun away all my options and work towards that pen-ultimate thing in life. I would then loose all my options and what would be left would be the right way to choose. Lastly, I would not just hope things to turn out my way, I will work for it to happen MY way.

Just for once I want to BURN MY BOATS!!! Do you feel the same?? Do comment...

Dear Google, please confirm me that I'm human...

2010-06-10T15:43:00.013+05:30

For now, like many many many others, I am really impressed with Google. The reason is, I am currently reading “The Google Story” (Now don’t start telling me… “You are late…” I know that).

But there is more reason and that is the topic of this post. It is about the current message we are seeing when we try searching on Google. Following is the page we all are seeing these days:

So what triggers this message from Google??

Being a part of Technology industry I just got a bit inquisitive about it. Daily, there are numerous coding queries fired onto Google for relevant searches. And since its inception, Google has always given accurate results. The results are so precise that only the unlucky ones have to go to the second page for a relevant site. It is invariably the first choice for any IT professional (unless he works in Microsoft).
But, off lately, when complex queries are searched by professionals, they get the above message and they also have to prove that they are Human. This is not my problem alone. Question and discussion boards are full of such complaints.
So finally I “Googled” on internet and I came to the below shared intercept. This is a reply given by a Google developer when questioned about this behavior:

"[Quote from a Developer] as far as our abuse-detection is concerned: the traffic is not normal, but rather comes in very quickly. Overall, we want to support users who are using search casually (to find information) not to support businesses (which is effectively your use-case).
I think you have three options:
- work more slowly so you don't trigger our abuse rules
- become a "partner" and pay for your searches
- use another search engine which doesn't have these restrictions
Our abuse rules do evolve over time, so things may get better or worse for you over time."

After reading this, one might think whether arrogance has crept into Google or what, but personally speaking I am awestruck. Technically speaking the guy is very correct but it would be really interesting to see whether Google has made any such strategic changes in its policies.

What do you think???

Retrospection: Through a Mirror!!!

2010-05-21T09:58:00.002+05:30

In my previous post, I had tried to correlate lives of civilians with that of soldiers. In this one, I am about to get into the psyche of armed men ready to fight at just a lawful order. The orders that are contradictory to their personal values and eventually years of enforcement of such orders also make them civically unviable.

For most of you from India might have seen one of these movies: Border or LOC Kargil. These movies represent Indian soldiers fighting in bizarre circumstances and still are happily willing to do so. While some of it is true, all is not. There are enough soldiers who crib about their jobs (as every one of us do), but just do not shed it because of the benefits, a government job presents them. The above stated movies and almost all other publicly accessible resources have always demonstrated armed forces as virtually sacred. But, individuals behind those closed gates are not. They are simple human beings driven as basic motives as ours: greed, desire, love and above all hate. For how long can a human being go on without craving for a feeling?

So, is it really worth living a life which can shun you from being YOU… This goes to show that our “forces” are not driven by rationality but by faith or need.

Just ponder…

PS: Here, I am not talking looking at the bigger picture; rather I damn those who say state is higher than the individual. If there is no individual, there will be no collective state to represent.

A Soldier's Dream!!!

2010-05-09T12:13:00.002+05:30

“Wow, great mate”, I roared in an upsurge.

“Yes dude, I am joining the Army.” Prem replied.

“Are you sure about it? Do you know the obligations you will have to face? It is not a camp, it is a lifestyle. ”

He got serious, “I know that life ahead would be an uphill task, but I am up for it.”

One of my friends was to join Indian Army and he was super excited about it. The land from where I hail, people prefer staying back home and augment their traditional business rather than plunging into an unknown territory and fighting wars. This came as a surprise to me.

The incident set my thinking aloud. May be, I thought, there is a similar passion driving every individual who joins the armed forces. Where, as a civilian, I would always seek ‘peace’ for every human life to be cherished, an Army man would seek war (if need be so) for the same reason.

I may pray on hearing the names of innocent killed during war times, he, on the other hand, would be fighting eternally with no time to have food & water against a nameless opposition.

I may not enjoy all the benefits of a government job and crib about it. And he, though inherits all these benefits, is hardly able to enjoy them.

I may hate war from the core of my heart for causing so much of destruction, agony and unfruitful utilization of national resources including manpower. But, he as a soldier would have waited for this all his life. He would have grown up dreaming about a war, himself on a battlefield combating against endless opponents.

Patriotism is a trait which is most visible in the ones who are brave and righteous. But, is it really worth? Find out in my next post.

Cyberoam iView Launched!!!

2009-09-23T17:02:00.001+05:30

This write-up is primarily about iView and its launch. But before getting into the technicalities, below is a small prologue.

It’s been almost two months, that I have begun my journey with a designation tag of a ‘Technical Writer’ at Elitecore. I got this title in heredity from my alma mater, my parent company Satyam Computer Services Ltd (not Mahindra Satyam). As a part of Satyam, I learned and experiment my zeal of being a technical writer and thus gained enough confidence to plunge full-fledged into this field of endless opportunities. But due to series of unfortunate events, my journey at Satyam had to end in rather disappointingly.

Introduction
Coming to iView, the complete name is Cyberoam-iView. It is a brain child of Cyberoam team who provides Network Security Solutions in form of UTM (Unified Threat Management). As I joined Cyberoam team in Elitecore, my first encounter with iView was a lucid one. When I was assigned the task of contributing to the partially composed User-Guides, I was clueless. It was a tough ask as I had just stepped into the organization. Nevertheless, the product eased me into a comfort zone and since then it has been that way.

About the Product
The product is actually a reporting tool for “who’s doing what”. Technologically speaking, iView maintains and logs the details of the inter-network transactions in terms of bandwidth used, sites accessed and even spam and virus attacks launched. In simple terms, for an office or a college, Admin can keep a watch on what employees or students are surfing over the net.

The Launch

Before the official launch of the product which is due today, there was a small pre-launch party for Cyberoam-iView. With the sun setting-in on the opposite side, this product of ours came into limelight. The Demo was held for everyone inside the company to see and admire. It was a big moment for the team who worked on it endlessly but it was even bigger a moment for the organization, as the product iView was going to be launched as OPEN SOURCE. It was not only the installer but also the code which was to be shared and what it meant was that it would open doors of endless opportunities.

Indeed it has. There are not enough contributors across India who has taken such a radiant step towards contributing to the Open source community. I am glad to be connected to such a group that has dared to the unconventional.

Impact on Market

The impact of iView is going to be phenomenal. The open source tool it is, it will open new horizons for the budding engineers who want to advance their skills in the field of networking and security and can build up something new and enchanting. Not only that, it also opens up new opportunities for business and new products that can be launched through iView.

On the ending note: As far as my organization goes, it is sure to earn its due credit by the brand-name iView makes in the market.

Loitering Winds…

2009-09-04T15:32:00.001+05:30

Loitering Winds…

Loitering Winds yesterday,

Took me to a translucent plane

Where I saw myself wondering,

Half parched & Half drained…

I asked the wind petrified,

What is this all about?

It hissed and changed the direction

Pacifying all arousing doubts

Then I saw a woman,

At the other end of sea shore

Happily counting whatever’s left

With a beam of having galore

The scenes changed fast,

Through my vision, through my eyes

Now I was in the jungle of buildings

With everything there, having a price

While the world was moving so fast,

I witnessed an old man serene

With an image of having all he sought,

With no conduct of him even seeming mean

The stage altered back to,

Where I saw my own vague self

But it was a transformed image,

Seeking concord and as if healed by elf

Loitering winds yesterday,

Took me to a translucent plane

Where I found solace

Beyond petty losses & gains…

In the Hands of Faith !!!

2009-09-03T17:21:00.000+05:30

It’s been a long time; I have scribbled something of this sort. Life was getting monotonous and may be I had started accepting it until a few days back. It was a normal day at office and things were falling in its place as they used to be. Then, a strong wave of distress struck and swept a mass of 52K populace away by just a small letter. It was a resignation letter by the chairperson of the organization which fed the above number of employees. A void trailed thereafter. It raised a question not only on the fate of merely an organization and its prestige but held along were the fortunes of the workforce it recruited. The immediate state of affairs suggested of such a time where captain of the ship jumps into water leaving aboard the passengers and the staff to god’s hands. Ironically, it has some of them even imprisoned on that ship. But, this is not just another attempt to exploit the situation on hand or even sympathize with what happened. Neither is it an effort to prove something wrong, nor to blame someone for the mishap. It is not pro or even anti. It is only about absolute faith.

When a human is born and as he learns to understand, it is faith with which he is accompanied. A child trying to learn a bicycle followed by his father always has the faith that he would not be allowed to fall. It is with that instance of faith he learns to ride a bicycle. At that tender age it is the confidence in other’s abilities which keeps us going. Whether it is school or home the assurance of being secured gives a child an inspiration to grow. Finally, when he grows up he learns to take his own decisions. Then, his own faith drives him. His ability to perceive things, his understanding, his affection and his past experiences including his upbringing has an equal share in the formation of his entity of faith.

But, faith is not just an abstract word. It is the back bone of human soul. Prominently, it is the trust in your abilities and the belief that whatever you are doing in your life is for the good, whatever you are doing will take you to new heights and keep you at peace with yourself. It is also visible in the understanding with your bestest friend after a toughest of clash. To accept the differences and respond to each other’s viewpoint is also faith. It is also the trust in your beloved who assures of immortal love; even though one knows that their lives are mortal. Faith is in the ability to believe that the person you have chosen as life partner is the special one. Also, it is in the sanctity of parents who nurture their kids without any hope or expectation of returns. Above all, it is the conviction in the almighty that steers the ship home in times of turbulence.

Everyone in this world strives for different things and for that to be achieved, faith is the key. It is the conscience which keeps us all alive. So, in times of such a crisis as this, faith can be a fuel that can keep the engine of life going. Many families directly depend upon the organization and in such a time one must learn to cling to faith; whether it is in God or in their own abilities. Choices can always be harsh but they should challenge the obvious. Choosing the most rational option at this hour takes a lot but it is not for the organization or the person but for the stuff you believe in. It can be a preference of segregating from the organization or can be of getting in the process of changing it. Whatever it is but it should be something you believe in, something which will set you free from rumors & speculations, something that will make you feel innovative, something that will give you sense of support and achievement, something that will set your thinking straight. So, just immerse into yourself and find the optimum you can do for the cause. It is not for or against anything; it is about challenging the existing.

I, myself, am an employee of this organization and may be this was the ideal wake up call for many of us who can get into a rut and loose their faith. But, now I believe we can start from anywhere and at any phase of life if we have enough faith left in ourselves. This is a letter that is sponsored by my mind and produced by my heart, just to express the value of faith in our lives.

Drizzling Tears

2009-08-28T12:25:00.002+05:30

You were there and it was adrenaline pumping in passion

Now I am staring in the face of a wrinkled relation

You were true and we were always a winning notion,

Now broken pieces of intimacy are piercing through every emotion

Drizzling tears and unknown fears are keeping me awake

May be this world and the utopia we thought were utterly fake

Bound by time and errands, we lost our special charm

Leaving each other no time we are doing ourselves only harm.

Unsaid promises are almost broken and said ones all forgotten,

We are regretting a murky dream which in first place should not at all have been seen.

The canvas seems to have faded colors to torn memories…

An image on it with scars of perfidious, but still a stance of faith…

Just a hope, lets catch up, keeps eternally going

As in silent bodies, souls can still be roaring!!!

Life is Beautiful.......

2009-08-28T12:22:00.000+05:30

This is an anecdote not of today, but of long time ago, the story of our world when it was beautiful and shining. Every being has a tale to tell, whether it’s short as a kiwi or a huge as mammoth. This one is mine. I have existed and shunned each day and this is one of my life’s stories. I am weightless as light & can be called non-existential. One night I took birth amidst the thick gust of air as it carried moisture with it. Being born, I landed upon a lotus leaf. I am a DEW drop. But, this is not my story unaccompanied. There are superior characters in it. I have heard in sayings that every existence justifies itself and I was not sure whether how being mere dew drop signifies its importance.

In contradiction to my life span, the other characters are omnipresent. They were always there and will exist till the end of world. One such inspiring character is complete - it has the flames, warmth, inferno and heart to carry it all. He was driven by determination and power. He was the SUN. My first encounter with him set me sparkling and he behaved as if unaffected. Early morning and first rays of him hit me, I was mesmerized by “the straight at you attitude” which he carried. I can’t recall what it can be called but surely it was a tacit bond of intimacy. Though he never showed any signs of humbleness or heed but I knew he was noticing me without even a wink. Not a word was spoken but still it seemed as if an uncompleted conversation was going on and had no signs of completion. I suddenly discovered a reason to live, a reason to love. The spontaneity of the relation made it obvious of it being worth a life time.

It was afternoon and the chronicle continued. But, at this very time a new being appeared on the scene. She had the serenity of still water and feel of eternity. She carried herself as a princess on a ride through her kingdom. She was the MOON and she still is. With utter sanctity and devotion, Moon had always been with Sun. She had been a shadow to him since her existence. Whatever she had derived had been from him like many others. The beauty, the charm was all due to him. They never spoke about it but they shared a platonic relationship. However, unusual was the circumstances today. As soon as, moon saw the contraction between us, she experienced something which she never did before. A sudden flurry and she was ripped apart. There were days of drizzle when she was unable to see him but was ascertained of him being there for her. But today, in spite of him being there she was unable to feel him. She felt heart struck. Her eyes then rolled over to me. She noticed a small drop on the huge leaf sparkling due to the same energy source as hers. She felt sympathy with me along with the envy which drove her. For once she thought of ruining me but stopped. Never know what made her to impede but I think she might have felt less just to do it.

But, then scenario changed a bit. She was thinking about me and my consequences in this relationship. She went to SUN and showed her concern on the matter. He was as usual scorching and not ready to understand her. He was in a world of his own. The kind of being he was, he never thought about the reasons and outcomes. But the tranquility of Moon made him a cooler. She made him understand that this was not a prolific kind of bond and the consequences would ruin the petite dew. Her emotions were pretty apparent but she concentrated on the explanation. Sun on the other hand thought she was behaving preposterous. We three already knew this copulation would cause me, the dew to evaporate and end me up in flames. But the urge was irresistible. Moon’s effort did not seem to be of any worth.

She was disheartened by the reaction of Sun who was her heart. She was anxious and had no where to go. Even then, she decided to take a last chance against her destiny. She approached me. I was startled by the magnanimity of her presence and I soon realized how small I was to have made such a wish. Though she was colossal in appearance but was uncomplicated in conduct. Her talks proved herself to be justifiable and I was taciturn. Amidst all this her affection for him was evident. She finally said,” This union wont cause him anything but will devastate you absolutely. So be useful and make your life worthy”. It set me thinking. In the entire course of my life time, I have never been anything to anyone. I have never been useful to a single being and simply lived my short span of existence and taken exit. I thought I should think of Moon but at the same time the thing which happened to me had happened once in a thousand years. In every birth I dreamt to be loved and accepted. The choice was to be made by me whether to go for short and lovable life or long but lonely one.

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This is an uncompleted story. Kindly send what according to you should be the answer given by Dew. Then I would reply you the corresponding version of the same. Kindly help dew to take a decision. Should dew give a chance to her Love or surrender herself to fate.

Shadows of Fate

2009-06-04T22:13:00.000+05:30

Prologue: This is another fable on humanity. You can also call it a philosophical tact or a self realizing plot.
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There was a man in some distant town, who claimed to have seen his past, present and future all at the same time. There was much ruckus of it being immoral as there can be no such man who can incarcerate his destiny. That man pleaded a lot and claimed it to be factual. But no one listened; there were even stories that he was mentally retarded. After a lot of discussions and consultations, it was thought that the matter was no daintier. So the man was invited to an informal gathering where he was to respond to the affair with his set of specifics.
Everyone in the town was aware of fixture. Many of the reputed citizens were invited to the occasion. It was held at the Mayor’s house. As the evening sun set for its homeward journey, the man arrived. Most of the dignitaries and other guests had already presided and were waiting. The man was a bit perturbed seeing them. He apologized for being late. He wore simple clothes and was looking out of place when compared to the crowd that had gathered. He was welcomed by the honorable hosts and made comfortable. After few anxious moments of hush, they all impelled towards the motive he was brought here. Every eye, he looked at, had similar questions and the faces looked indifferently towards him.
To stir the stillness around, the mayor got up and compelled the proceedings. He was up with his first question, “So, Mr. I think, I have heard that you get visions? You can predict future, right? ”, He said. The man was calm. Whatever agitations he felt initially, evaporated with that question. One of the other fellows said,” From how long have you been seeing this?” The man was still unmoved. Finally a teenage boy with least endurance lost his temper and yelled,”Have you lost your mind? Why don’t you reply?” The man begun,” The things with which I am going to proceed are what I perceive as facts.” He paused for a moment. “Few nights back when I was fast asleep, someone suddenly stirred me up from my slumber. I was amazed looking at the personality which she had. She was dark, slender and had long black hair with shades of white in it. She rode a black horse and portrayed her as if she had captured the world through her effects and consequences. I was astonished to know that she was my PAST. Just as my past was taking control over me, another being arrived on the scene. He had the serenity of moon and haziness of a monsoon glass which gets semi-wet by moisture. He carried with him two spoons one of gold and other one, nickel. His claim of being FUTURE didn’t amaze me much then. They both introduced each other and continued talking to me. For a moment, I thought it to be a dream and ridiculed it but it was not. I was able to feel them. As they both began explaining the purpose of being there, a thought crossed my mind. Past began dominating the situation by boasting about her. She claimed to have brought along experiences with her. People learnt a lot from her and she had always survived with them as memories. To this allege, future retaliated harshly blaming her for bringing the pain and nostalgia back with the memories. Future pompously told that that he decided the fate of lives. With the spoons he had he could make or break lives of many. Past again shot back by saying that people still remember her always through a pressed flower in book or diaries they write and future can’t be trusted upon.”
There was complete silence and the man continued, “It seemed to me that they were in a race for superiority. They never thought about me being there but in the end wanted to convince me that each one of both was the pioneer of human race”. The man could see emotions in various eyes and many eyebrows rise. He could also see the same thought which crossed his mind that night in people’s eyes. The thought was “If past and future are so busy fighting each other where does the poor PRESENT lie?”
A kid asked out of curiosity, “Where was the Present then? Sleeping?”
The man continued, “Yes dear, may be. So he was late but he did arrive. He was a dwarf kind of a person who had wrinkles already. His lower jaw opened uneasily due to the reason that he was generally discarded. He presented himself laxly and unimportantly. I invited him to the group where everyone was playing for superiority and I was the unfortunate judge. He tried to silence the other two and wanted to say something but was in vain. The Past and Future were too dominant for him. Then, I had to plunge into the conversation allowing the present to speak. The feeble voice then began explaining unconvincingly. He just told that without him the past and future didn’t exist and both of them have to go through ‘the present’. Past was once Present and Future will be Present soon. He pleaded me lastly to enjoy ‘the Present’ completely and not to think about the other two. Speaking that he disappeared and the rest kept fighting. But there was tranquility around me. Something had struck me and I got detached from the Future and the Past. They both went away soon after assuring me that they would return and would affect my life. Mingling in same thoughts I slept.”
He rose from his position and aggressively continued, “But, the next morning was different than usual. Those thoughts kept haunting me day in and out. I realized that it was not a dream or fiction but the truest part of life. I began living life in present and could see my life change. So, I decided to propagate it the way I could and unfortunately that was taken very inappropriately. I was considered an insane that had foolish visions and was even called retarded. May be yes, I am an insane who is trying to explain this to the people here who have everything but time for themselves. They know how to throw parties for people but seldom have they smiled for themselves. They have been mad after future and nostalgic about the past but hardly take time to breathe for the present. Your lives are utter waste, gentlemen.”
Hearing all this, people became awestruck. They knew that whatever the man spoke was completely true and honest. They had never peeped into their present and tried to analyze it. It was always left under shadows of fate. But, to approve what the man spoke would have been a great challenge to the present society. It means to rectify their self and the egoists would never do that. No one around had the courage to applaud or even acknowledge what the person just taught. He taught them to live. Only the kid, who questioned earlier and who was mayor’s only son got up and said, “I will live in my present sir. I can’t see my present getting…. ” His father, the mayor abruptly interrupted,” What rubbish are you training my son? Leave him alone. Guys like you are better suited in an asylum.” He went nuts in rage. He immediately ordered someone to call mental asylum and handed the guy over to them. It was followed religiously and no one there was in a position to obstruct the happening. It was as if everyone was a partner in a sin which all of them committed and the man was being collectively punished for it.
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Epilogue: I don’t know what happened to the man or that society. But I would surely like to know what would be your takings from this little thing which I attempted. Live in the present and love them all.

Strangers....

2009-05-30T16:00:00.000+05:30

Strangers.. (For parting Frenz...)

All the time breathed eventually evaporates

Leaving behind memories, following the conjures.

No matter what, life ultimately reveals

We’re meant to be these, we’re meant to be strangers.

All‘s good when the cavalcade begins keen,

Making paintings about the future yet to be seen.

On the way, when conflicts in the eyes gaze,

All fears of the blemish to be faced, sets the bond abase

Then, trusts are on sale and faith so pale.

Search for an exit then never fails.

A tempest to rise and a silence to trail.

The whole of the world seems just so frail.

But, all those who have stuck for enough & long.

Have fought their way with the destiny along.

Known to be together, to friendship we belong.

But world hardly permits us to sing the "Friendship" song.

A tinge begins when they are at wits end.

But some routes are such broken that they can’t mend.

Friends are the ones, who stood in always,

Whether be it wrestle or be the dangers.

Now, my eyes need a quick splash, in tears or in memories.

As, ultimately, I know we’re strangers.

-Arya