Take a bow

One moment there's utter nervousness and the next, complete submission. Before the tick of a second you are in the dark and after, you stand to face the world. The air bounces from a hostile chill to the rhythm of a well known harmony. Fear slips aside so like the curtains that separate life and what is larger than life.

When you feel the heart throbbing willingly to obey the music, no matter who else is judging, you know you have given in. You know you can't go wrong. So true is the call that every inch of you suspends any hesitance; finding a unknown confidence even in the surrender - predicting, responding, making it your own. What would the world be without such an expression of moods? An expression that makes beautiful each of them - anger, joy, grief, love. Perhaps the only ever that leaves you happy in the end. The only that challenges every iota in you to culminate in a beautiful you, a better you, a fulfilled you. No matter what age, colour, size or shape, if there is one thing that lures all alike, offers even a spark of limelight, and pride even in the most hapless soul; it is - no points for guessing - DANCE.

What would we be without this creation, this assortment of magic from thin air, from a state of nothingness back to that, only leaving behind a memory that can make a beggar feel like a king? Three cheers to this comon man's champagne for lifting spirits :P... for making life easier.. for letting be when there is no more purpose. For reminding you what you so carelessly forget - only you can be you.

The song of liberation -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpdzBdAnZ1k&feature=channel_page

Little journeys

I still remember a day in school after my exams when my mind was raring to go places. I stood waiting for my dad who dropped me home every noon in his lunch break. I spotted a man selling refills for ball point pens and he hunched with a plastic bag full of them. He approached every boy and girl who, by the way, would not even dream of any book for a long long time - leave alone a refill, on the last day of exams. Poor marketing strategy, eh? Anyway he persuaded some and when he turned his back to them he made faces, stopping sometimes to sniff at the refill in hand. He looked a thug alright with a tattered shirt and hair that looked like he had tried all the inks in his refills on them. He moved into a sidey dark lane and I saw him fumble into his shirt pockets in there. Something made me alert. Then he emerged, went to a little girl from my own school and took her hand and crossed the road with her. They vanished on the other side behind buildings. I was sure he was upto no good; looking and sniffing as he did. In my mind he was already a drug dealer on the lookout for kids who would give in to him... and he traded the stuff in his refills! I vowed never to use a ball point pen again. I was on the verge of going into my school and informing my teacher about him when my dad crashed in.... shaking me awake. I looked around clearly disappointed. Still at it, I dodged my impatient father to look for the small girl where I had seen the thug pick her. She was still sucking from her tiny water bottle happily and looked up at me with a "sssuuurrrrr". I lingered back angry yet unwilling to accept that I had dreamed it all. My dad, obviously angry that I was eating into his lunch time, propped me up on my seat on his bajaj scooter and purred along. All the way home, I ranted about the refill guy playing aloud my suspicions that he might be in a racket to endanger my school; and vehemently forced him to do something about it. We reached home on my most high-pitched plea and he looked at me and said "Of course I am doing something about this. No more Enid Blytons for you this vacation".

Stupid strikes

The strange feel that creeps
When someone you adore leaps
Suddenly out of the blue
And doesn't even look at you
Leaves you hot and cross
Makes you go for a toss
Curses you have never known
Escape leaving behind a frown
And just when you look the ugliest
Like a farmer who's discovered a pest
Just then turns the blessed soul
With a "sorry I was on the phone"
And flashes the loveliest of smiles
That'll make your heart run miles
The brain just can't match pace
So the ugly look is still on the face
The only way you could turn it well
Is by claiming you were under a spell
That breaks when a frog-turned-prince
Stops by to catch a glimpse
And when you muster all that wit...
All the blessed soul does is blink !
And you get back to the quest in vain
For someone with a little more brains :P
Or like the wise .... ahem, save all your charm
TO TAKE THE BLOGGERS WORLD BY STORM !!!! :D

Crack this one

They come through chimneys
They aren't owls
They quack and pick
They aren't fowls

They bend big men
They melt stern ladies
They can be very hostile
and still put you at ease

They are pink and red
They don't grow on trees
There is no stopping them
They'll do as they please

You wonder at one
Then again at the next
I am talking about babies
If you still haven't guessed!

Thindipendence day at work - Aug 15,2007

All in the game

I sat chatting with my boss one day
Told him that if I could have my way
I would make ads and not integrated chips
A dream job that I had missed..

Smart that he was, he asked me for a sample
Said playing table tennis at work must not happen
"Design a poster for the same...
No egos are to be hurt in the game"

There I was between my pals and boss
Whichever side I took promised a loss
What I did do was love all, play ;)
My loyalty was for ads anyway :)

Come again another day

As rain trickles down
And washes all the town
The smell of Earth rises
Fresh as new dawn

All the heat escapes
Leaving behind a new landscape
Like a painter's canvas - wet yet
So unique - there can't be a fake

Minds clear with the clouds
Calm surfaces nice and loud
The feel of goodness that trickles
Can make a loser feel proud

Even as the first drops come
And glisten on leaves in the sun
You want it to start again
cos there's no joy quite like this one..