When Life’s steering wheel gets locked

When an utter darkness of aimlessness obscures the vision
And life slips out of hand,
When Life’s steering wheel gets locked
And life seems too hard to take control of,
Pause a while and take time to relax.
Relax and bother not about the emptiness and the littleness tagged with you.
Just in the depth of silence understand your heart, listen to its beats
Value the rest that is still left with you. And resume dancing with the beats of your heart,
Till you are motionless

Another shade of Love.....

The wind blew your beautiful hair and you looked extremely charming. There was a smile on your face and it was now glowing in the rays of innocence and new feelings of love. It was your 16^th birthday. I held your small and soft hands and kissed them. You drew closer to me. I drew a long breathe and some sweet smell of your body slowly entered into my air-pipes and then mingled with my blood. I closed my eyes……….

It was already dark. The sun had already sat in the west sky. The sky was clouded and stars were not visible. But we stayed outdoors. And in the darkness my lips touched yours and I started to melt in your softness. I woke myself from the dreamy world of romance and looked at my watch. It was half past 9 pm. I reminded it is time we went. But you stood still. You pulled my hands close to your heart and muttered, “I Love You.” Now I did not listen to you because I was double of your age. You were so innocent and tender that I could not cross my limits. Your innocent love made me love you with my full heart and I forgot myself just holding your beautiful face in my hands…….. And I lovingly left you for a right companion in your life who will love you more than me. Then I prompted you to go safely to your place. With tearful face you looked at me and went away……

That night I prayed God for you. In my prayer I wished a handsome and understanding guy for you. And I demanded God with my full right and conviction to fulfill my wishes because I HAD NOT SNATCHED INNOCENCE FROM THE INNOCENTLY BEAUTIFUL GIRL……(after viewing the film ‘CHEENI KUM’, the story came to my imagination.)  

     

Life becomes easy when you change your views about it....

I kissed you but you turned your face as if it were a bitter pill. You squeezed your eye-brows and gave a penetrating stare. 

I felt humiliated. I felt that my love is meaningless to you. Your denial and rejection to my love approach shattered my heart. I walked away.

Now I did not look you even. I distanced myself from you. Now occasionally we meet on the way but your human form fail to excite my hormones. You are no more special to me. You are not what I thought you to be. I do not think I lost you but I think you lost me. Poor girl!

I met a heavy-weight politician

I met a heavy-weight politician and told him that I wanted to opt politics as my career. He tried to convince me that as a well-educated young man I should choose some other career. Now according to him, what does it mean?....

1.       Politics should not be the career option of young men. Perhaps only old people are best suited to the job of politicians.

2.       Well-educated people should not be interested in Politics. Because educated people are more conscious and may be difficult to tame as per party guideline.

3.       Politics is not a dependable career option.

4.       So long as the senior politicians are there, young people should not be given opportunities.

Politicians, Media, Anti-socials such as gundas and Bhai log, some officials and a good number of sycophants have a nexus of interests. And in their vicious circle they cage the prosperity of a state. Any fresher is naturally unwelcome to their collusion.

Now, let Mr. X is an honest soul who persistently spares no effort to make a room in the world of politics to serve his people and state. And he swallows all setbacks and overcomes all obstacles and finally proves himself to be an astute politician. But by the time he holds power he would find that during the process of his struggle he has lost all his high ideals for which once he had opted for a career as a politician. The film ‘NAYAK’ is a great movie for the youths to draw inspiration from. However, the appeal of reel-life cannot be expected from real-life.

Anna or Ramdev or someone like them often rises above the petty sphere of self interests. They envision a world based on high ideals. And run few miles for a Ramarajya. Hope grows and those type of people, for a while, command a strong trust and support from the common man. However, soon a time comes when these ideals are overshadowed by their followers and once again the old rule returns. It has become a universal experience that human nature is now easily swayed by selfishness. The famous book of George Orwell, “The Animal Farm” is the best illustration of this age old social ups and downs.

 

 

A free play of disjointed thoughts

My pen had dried. So I could not write for days. But today evening somebody pricked my heart with a pointed weapon and my heart bled. I filled my pen with my blood and set to write. I have heart and blood and I feel pain so I write………..

‘Sampoong’ is a name whom I encounter in the cyber space. He had left a beautiful presentation on POLITICS. I viewed the presentation and was happy to know that how politics rapes us every day with or without our consent. I am a common man and I know how to resent and then keep quiet. And the world goes on as it is.

For a moment I was struck with a moral dilemma. I thought what to do and what not to do but at last like others I took the option which was convenient to me. Because I live a life of convenience and the rules of morality are now the stuff of theory……

I read about a scientist who was great in the eyes of the world and himself. He had paused and had wrecked his precious brain in silence to find out the name of another scientist who could be intellectually on a par with him…..

I saved the barber’s phone in my contact book. So next time I will not crowd his shop sitting in a queue. But he has to pause his job of hair dressing of a gentle man in the middle to receive my call. Let him solve his problem.

America’s economy is degenerating. I learnt it from the newspaper. …….Oh I see my heart has stopped bleeding now but the wound is still there. See you tomorrow.