Loney Lucy with 500 friends

Social networking has definitely become the staple of our dramatic narratives of life.
However, the primary strings which attached the social animal still somewhere works on
the primitive script of sharing and caring.

I have through my pen woven an irony of being connected.


Few pixels have now made her known,
distant faces but none her own..
The likes, thumbs up no longer thrill..
Her life remains comfortably still..

Of Status messages,Of many a micro tweets..
Her chances of getting a true friend remains bleak..

And in the dense jungle of people
No longer distant and far..
Lucy's search for connection remain nimble
A support system ,even in night's still hour..

Along the rugged ways..
Of life wired and available on remote
She waits for the real presence ; not fake praise..
With whom she could ceaselessly emote..

The social network which kindled many a desire
Where the no need friends survive
For it is the warmth of presence not fire
That Lucy envisaged , happily alive

So,let us not all remain..
Comfortably in the social sky..
The surprise meetings are not inane
But a boost , an inevitable high

Let's be real and not mere advertise
The beauty of friendship , indeed a prize!!

Old principle New Theory

As I read through the chapters of my life , I realise the little moral science lessons that were taught in school continue to be relevant even today. I have oft been subject to the new age practicality , which gave me the impetus to complicate the simple equation of life- "karm kar fal ki ichcha na kar ".Ironically, yes this little golden rule if followed diligently would make life  much simpler .

It has been a long time now where my mind has given importance more to "The Fruit" than the "the labour". I have nurtured all : baseless prejudices, the chaos of " will I make the mark", the restlessness of others' accomplishments, the angst of the thought "why it happens to me" , the ego, the pride , the aggression. All blended perfectly to a cocktail of negativity.At times I think I have given it my best shot and then be chocked with nervousness , a tension that stirs me up. How can preparedness lack confidence, How can fear coexist with faith.

 It is not that this idealistic thought compels me to have a constant life with no expectations. Perfection is boring , ain't it. And I am not professing that school of thought which suggests me to be a saint. It is about toiling, working with belief, having an attitude which reads" Bring'em on , I m not afraid" . That is excitement !! like a mountain of determination and grit I stand through the storms of any challenge. An attitude which does not conform to any limitations, but is prepared for anything the mysterious future unfolds. Past is not like a caste which should decide where I belong. It is neither about talent , skill , money, luck. Its about coming out of the vicious cycle of blame game "If this had not happened to me", all this  is nothing but  a weakness , an escape ; from accepting the fact that I could not deliver.
Yes i have now come in sync with the purpose of my existence . The whole thing is that " bhaiya sabse bada attitude" A clear declaration that I am not afraid. To wake up everyday, to enjoy this game of life, to lose and learn , to fall and not be hurt, to be active and alive. I am responsible for what i do , it is not the social system,nor the burden of relationship, any obligation whatsoever.

I am reminded of this wonderful song:

"Rahon pe kante bikhre agar, uspe to phir bhi chalna hi hai,

Shaam chupa le sooraj magar, raat ko ek din dhalana hi hai

Rut ye tal jayegi, himmat rang layegi,

subah phir aayegi hooohhh...

Ye hausala kaise jhuke, ye aarzoo kaise ruke

Manzil mushkil to kya, dundhla sahil to kya

Tanaha ye dil to kya "

Every soul is a Circus !!

Supposedly fixed, and defined our soul splits through multiple forms and emotions surpassing all tenets of noble learning. A brilliant juggler which flexes emotions of wit, wisdom, composure, anger, intellect, evil, somnolence and vigour.

Who am I can never attain a constant definition nor purpose. An arcane form which never conforms to fixed characteristics. Haven’t we ever witnessed a very serious and sombre man going berserk whenever his team win’s the match, or a subjugated woman suddenly abrogating all social obligations and displaying renewed strength? A coy and demure girl making all attempts to flirt with her hair locks, the rebellion guy who goes up and help an old man cross the road.

Contradictions!! Aren’t they? Every soul is therefore a circus when at times it wants to be retro cool or glamorously dated, or exhibit controlled violence, a mild retort, a gentle submission or an angry uproar, willingly confused between with what it projects and what it believes in.

However, amongst these entire stimuli our values determine the ultimate answer to the bizarre questions of nature, purpose and meaning of life. We might juggle through different responsibilities but the ultimate ring master which guides us in this circus is our values. The past, the education, the money, the affair, the circumstance, the failure, the success all fall back on our great repository of values which we imbibe through the years.

Every act of ours that stages on the show of life has an undeciphered script. It is the performers will and spirit that decodes it and give an act unparalleled by any situation. So juggle, tumble , mime , combat through life while paying attention to the ultimate ring master!!