Insights

Why Me? as a thought caught on a rut, cutting deep into my cult, as no cookies cooked no dishes served, it’s just me and my plate. As my soul muttered and cluttered, as an outright right, neither a paradox nor a possibility , but, a reality in totality, it’s another day at bay with no hay. As my pain soaring high on altitudes, and in all latitudes, it’s all my fortitudes as a Knight, saving me all along, as I sail all alone, all through the rat race. As an inside out, and an outside in, in my own identity search, I am neither a Einstein nor a Edison, I am neither a Shakespeare nor a Socrates, though, that’s the eleventh hour search indeed. But for now and finally, as I figured it out, though not the answer, though I will never settle until I find one, the Why Me? is the million dollar question on everyone else’s plate!

A pretty new place, no familiar face, you are all all alone. Be it a bank branch, be it a multi-brand showroom, or be it a restaurant - a person you would encounter is indeed a stranger at your help. Would you dare to smile at this stranger you encounter with? How many of us have smiled at this volunteer volunteered to help? Do you? – but hardly, we do. Let’s consider a case; you drive a vehicle – a two wheeler or a four wheeler – someone by chance or by mistake violates a traffic rule to land you in trouble with no fault of yours. How would you react? Or anyone would react! By then, a ferocious boxer in you just waiting for you to say “Yes! All Set, Go, But ONLY Fight!” And the fight is a surety for if this someone happens to be a (poor) stranger. But Pause! What if this someone accidentally happens to be a person known to you? - a relative or a friend! Would your boxer still be ready for a boxing? –Ha Ha!!! ??.. The boxer would have vanished by then, as in, for instance you would hav

Do I write? Yes, I do, I write. Why do I write? I never knew, but, now, I write to know “why do I write?”. I write. I write on rooftops, I write on tabletops, I write on desktops, I write on laptops, I write on palmtops and on what not, I write non-stop! As I  P ossess, I write. As I  A ppreciate, I write. As I  S uppose, I write. As I  S ucceed, I write. As I  I mprovise, I write. As an  O pportunity, I write. As I  N ever did, I write. It’s my  PASSION , I write. It’s my right, I write. You know what?  Albert Einstein  had a point to prove and well, surprisingly, I have proved it all, all just by writing.  Hooray!... Unbelievable!..., isn’t it?  Here is the proof, the standing proof – the proof of  The Theory of Relativity, The Time Dilation! As I write, I enter into a world, a whole new world, the world of writers. The more I write, the deeper I get into this world, higher the velocity, greater the gravity, pulling more and more of me into it. And every time I write, the velocity an

A million dollar question indeed and a tough job on earth I guess. AS I ponder! – All of a sudden, my foresight, my visual screen blanks out, as any channel would on a very old black and white  TELEVISION SET . Almost whirling around, but regaining my balance, I murmured..... “ Hmmmm!…..Ahhhhhh!…..Television????!!!... ” No clouds, No rain, but A Thundering strike, as a spark from a Spark-Plug, hitting my head, giving life to my life, “ OH!,.. Ya!…., Television!…. Tele – Vision-!.., ” With glittering eyes and an agitated mind, I say – “Yes! I wanted to be  REMEMBERED ! To be remembered  NOT JUST ONE , BUT, to be one of  EACH ….. Each of  THESE …these  SUPERHEROS …. The  SUPERMAN  in saving lives! The  HE-MAN  in my physic! The  SPIDERMAN  in responsibility! The  BAT MAN  as a detective! The  THOR  to be ETHICAL! CAPTION AMERICA  for speed and endurance! The  IRON MAN  as an INGENIOUS engineer! The  INCREDABLE HULK  against EVERY social evil! THE MASK  impressing almost every WOMAN!“ To

    It was Eiffel and I. It was Eiffel in Murmurs, In Murmurs, In Murmurs all over..., Thanking Clouds!., As Rainy Day Paving Way, I was On Cloud Nine Out of a Clear Sky. Summoned!. in Marvel, Astounding in Front, Muffled and Dazzled, Gigantic than Imagined, Standing Tall no Matter What, Chasing me as I Walked, Beaconing and Charming, It was Eiffel, It was Eiffel, It was Eiffel, All Along. Towering Sky, reaching High, Dizzy and Giddy, treading Top, Grasping and Gazing, the tiny Creeks, OH, On Earth!!!, Man As Ants, As Creepy As it Meant, Crushing my Ego, Ego to the Core, Chaperoning the Morals..., The Morals of my Life, Relieving me, from the Clogs..., The Clogs of a Busy Life, It was Eiffel, It was Eiffel, It was Eiffel and I. No Wonder, It was a Wonder, The Wonder I wondered, The wonder of Wonders, THE EIFFEL TOWER.

The time waits for none, It was sweet sixteen,   as he was tall, and handsome, no eye would pass-by without a sight at him though he was looking for the one, and  none would resist his gentlemanliness but he knew, that, She wasn't around yet As the time waits for none, grew, his longing for her, as the time passed-by, as never before though he knew that She wasn't around  yet though none could resist  him with his chivalry at its best but he knew   that She wasn't around yet as the days fly, as the time waits for none, his shoulders, broader than ever, him manlier than ever him looking for her as eager as ever he wished, he had, the time machine, as it was time to tell. but he knew   that She wasn't around yet as the clock ticks, as the time waits for none, as the garden turned greener, as the birds were more merrier, with the earth feeling happier, all of a sudden, but this time, he knew, it was her, as she was around, not far from reach he knew, it was her. As the mom

  Why gaze heaven, when thee live on one, "the earth", "The habit", Make him a righteous ally, and would magnify thee, Why look beyon, when thy call is within "Thee", For, if it the eleventh hour, is "the test of time", Make it happen, with what at hand,  is "Thy fortune", Though thee would need "the will!!.."or "never will", And when the student is ready, There is always a "teacher" ready, indeed.