Somewhere up among the stars

Wrote a new song, I wish to compose a tune for this one, working on it with a friend of mine. Meanwhile, your comments please..

Somewhere up among the stars,
I wish I could be seen.
Somewhere up among the stars,
I have never been!

Its been a while since I flew,
I never thought I'd be stuck here.
Stuck here with your memory in me,
I am in fear, oh I miss you dear.

You said I am not the one for you,
Didn't you mean to say I am?
I know you want me to be there,
Where you can see me always night and day.

But things can change so fast,
I had it in control but I lost it now.
Do you really feel am wrong?
Hell ya I am, but I am sorry and how!

I couldn't reach there, oh God,
Just take me to the heaven above,
For that's where she wants me to be,
That's where are the stars so wow.

Somewhere up among the stars,
I wish I could be seen.
Somewhere up among the stars,
I have never been!

Somewhere up among the stars,
Atleast you will see me.
Somewhere up there,
You'll look for me and thee.

Somewhere up among the stars,
I want to be!!
Yes,
Only you & me!!

Those kids I tell ya !!

It was one of those cheerful days in office. Everything went perfectly well, no issues, no escalations, it was like one of those perfect days in office where everything goes as planned. Nothing at all that could really pass off as strange or out of place. I have always wished for such days. All this until I realised, one idiot had other plans.

In a fit of rage, I left office early that day. I just couldn't stand him and my blood was literally boiling from inside. What does he think of himself? All abuses, hatred, aah damn, what business he has in spoiling my mood? I was walking at the train station all dejected and absolutely disgusted of whatever had happened. Correction, I was not just walking, but storming along.

Thud, I bumped into a young kid in school uniform, obviously from school. Heck, this God damn city has so many people, can't I even bloody walk in peace without having to dodge people, or more like specs, there are so many of them!! I stared at him with anger and moved on, while still looking behind and Bang, there I go again. This time a bunch of them, same uniform, same school. Back Off!!

I stormed ahead, without the slightest of regrets of having hurt one of them, if at all I did. I reached where I had to, and the freaking train had not yet arrived. I was panting, and sweating like a pig. I stood there, not far away from those bunch of school kids. I noticed, they all were smiling and chatting. Should be about me, I assumed, what better thing to laugh about for them than a stupid lean man crashing into them on a busy Monday evening at a train station?

I noticed the train was no where in sight, I got a bit curious to know what those kids are talking and laughing about, which forced me to go close to them. I was still fuming, and irritated to the highest level of tolerance. As soon as I got there, I got the rudest shock of my life. I just stood there is shock, my eyes glued to those kids. They were all mute.

What on earth is wrong with me? I am getting mad at a bunch of school going kids, who can't speak, talk in sign language, and seem to be poor. Look at them, they are so helpless and yet so happy, they are having fun here, enjoying every bit of what life has to offer. And here I am, with much better facilities than them, and still complaining about every single thing. Work, boss, love, friends, money, time, study, marks, and what not. Everything gives stress, everything is so not easy for me. There is so much struggle. And look at them, they have twice as many problems than me, but yet smiling as if to suggest they have all the blessings in life.

That day taught me a very good lesson. Blessings are with everyone, its just a matter of realising you have it all, and making the most of what you have. These kids are mute, they don't have the most basic thing and yet they have so much in life. They have a beautiful smile, a big heart, a selfless attitude and most of all indestructible determination. Hats off!!

My heart melted, and I kept staring at them, as all my hatred and anger and whatever that had happened, had vanished from me. These bunch of kids have so much energy in them, so much positive energy, that the world around them changes for good. They have the power to change the world around them. They just did that, its proof enough.

I went back happy, happy to have come across little angels. The best thing that anyone can do is bring a smile to someone's face, whether knowingly or unknowingly. Life is all about being happy, and making others happy.

Those kids I tell ya!! :)

What to write?

It's been ages since I last wrote something here. Did you notice, I started this blog way back in January 2008? Yes indeed, more than 2.5 years back. And, did you notice this is my 21st post? Which means I write approximately 0.7 posts every month. Not even 1 complete post a month, that’s bad!

Ahem, for all logical reasons, the above analysis is crap! But then, I've been doing some crap things these days in life, so things are justified here.

Just before I started writing this, I asked myself, what to write about? I gave it a serious thought, but then I didn't get a convincing answer. Hell yeah, as always. Let me give you an excerpt of that gruelling little period of question and answer session that ran within my small but ambitious brain -

So you want to update your blog today after so long, why?
Because I've not written anything for ages and that I have so much running in my mind and so much happening in life to write about.

Hmm, so what is happening in life? And what is running in your mind?
You asking as if you've been a stranger to me all these days. You know it all, I know.

Ah yes, I know it all. And I know that it's been nothing short of a roller-coaster. But then tell me one thing, what exactly do you want to write about?
Hmm, let me see. May be, my office and work life. Oh no let that be, coz this blog is not going to be private. How about the Friendship Day experience? It was strange, really strange and someone has even suggested me to write on that. Oh and how can I forget my latest new possession? One thing is for sure, if I write about that, it'll hit the headlines. Or you think I should write about that bad, or rather worst ever, break-up or whatever that was? Nah, that is just too bitter an experience to post on a blog. I'd rather park it within me and sport a rise smile as if to suggest things are fine. It's damn difficult, I must say. But then, I've got used to it. Used to the difficulty that is. But nwys, I don't want to write on that one. How about writing on the unforgettable and maddening verbal assault at home by parents for being as careless as a kid and loosing expensive gadgets? Phew, that was some thing man! I cannot imagine my bloody self, how can I keep loosing stuff? It gives all the more reasons for my mom-dad to oppose any big new thing I intend to purchase. And rightly so, because it’s better to be safe than sorry. Ah, hoping to not lose anything else. Have anyways lost my usual self! Ahem, I guess I should write about her. Her? Oh yeah, that one, yes. Or may be no. No, not now, let’s give it some time. Ok how about writing another poem? Or maybe I’ll make a quick list of all the quotes I’ve written. Yeah that would be great, besides there is this latest new trend of people writing their own quotes on facebook as updates. I love doing that. But then, there are so many that I have written at so many different places, where do I get all those from? Aah, damn, am confused.

Err, ok cut it, let me know not ask you any further. Write whatever you feel like.
Well, ok.

I left it at that, no more questions, I said to myself. But then, I seriously want to write something nice. What should I write?

Hell man, just another day passes by where I decide to write something, ponder over the topic for hours together, and ultimately it just ends up being written in my mind. The blog remains deserted.

Damn!!

Missing Myself!

Worry takes over,
When I feel something’s missing.

It’s a feeling so weird,
And a feeling full of dullness,
Almost like a nightmare
I had always feared.

Today I am smiling,
But tomorrow I frown,
Alas, it’s the curse of the self destructing brain cell
That makes me feel brown.

When you ask me what is wrong
I have no answer, no reason to say.
And as funny as it may sound,
I don’t know myself, the problem or the way.

They say life is short, make the most
But then, I don’t fear for the most, coz,
I still fight for the least.
And that’s where the fear shows.

I cry within,
I cry for my being.
Surely, a break I desire, for,
The path in front is crumbled and falling.

Am alone in here,
Life is such a nasty thing.
Am afraid, I got to do something soon, for,
It's not just another mood swing!

My random thoughts,
Are taking over my randomness for sure
Am feeling a bit weird,
Coz, I miss myself, and there seems to be no cure!

Why do we have to fight?

I just wrote this to ease of some tensions within our college working committee so that we sort out differences and work as a team towards making our annual event Pratyaksha '10 a grand success -

When they created it,
They were concerned.

Worried for whether it will sustain
Still they did it, and they did it right
For, it was passion and not worry that was their might.

Why then do we have to fight?

While some don’t know the purpose,
Some don’t care to know the reason.
Still we work as a team,
We do it for them, for us, for all good times, fun and seasons.

Remember your first day in college?
You were all smiles,
Gradually though…why do I see grief?
Why do I see anger? Why do I see distance in miles?

Am sure it was not intentional,
Am sure somewhere, someone is sorry for it all.
But why keep it in you and keep it boiling through?

If you run away, you have taken a convenient way out.
You still win, we might still win too.
But we don’t care to see the loss.
We lose a friend; we lose a way of life.
Take your pick, don’t think, for it’s easier to decide than a toss.

It may not be the passion; it may not be the worry,
That may drive you to come.
Think about the drop of sweat, the pain that they take in teaching us.
Think about the strain, the anxiety in them to lock the rooms when we leave.
Think about the rusty fans, and the age old chairs, they are waiting for us.
Think of that boss, who makes you work like hell whole day.
And still you look forward to evening and that Room No 12 at the corner.

What is it that brings this day?
What made us so futile and frail?
It is the larger interest of the college that we work,
And much larger is the interest of the self and much larger is the perk.

Hoping to see renewed energy in the days to come,
A heartfelt sorry may be the solution for some.
Don’t think that ‘sorry’ is a word for the weak,
For, saying sorry shows how strong a man can be in times of problems thick!

Still nothing is lost,
And nothing does it cost.
So lets do it, and do it right.
Be it passion, worry, or simply fun as your might.

And remember, we don’t have to fight!


- Milind Gandhi
(So-called Event Head)

Pratyaksha '10

Poem I wrote on Pratyaksha '10 - The JBIMS Annual Event!

Starting from the blues of Monday
and the twists of Tuesday
with the wild Wednesday
and the thrills of Thursday
along with the fun of Friday
and the serenity of Saturday
comes the superlative Sunday!

A Sunday full of life,
is just the ideal one you need.
A day to planet earth,
Is a day of good deed!

After struggling through the week,
you look forward to unwind.
A day with friends and fun,
Certainly, a day worth all the grind!

Come to Pratyaksha ‘10,
For you shall never forget this day.
Come and enjoy, for, we promise,
It’s not going to be just any other Sunday!

Pratyaksha ‘10
Go Green!

I have a Dream...

I have a dream...

To be at ease with all that I have,
To fly high with my feet on the ground,
To be happy and still brave to rave,
To be a fanatic and still remain sound.

I want to be famous,
I want to be rich,
Though not too much to let enemies amass,
Not too much to be afraid of the ditch.

I feel I should be home,
When I feel I should be away.
Lord, help me, for
I live two worlds each day.

To dream is to wish,
To live is to accept.
I dream a life, I live another,
Am caught, I must say, and it’s so apt.

Each one of us is the same,
Each one of us is sane,
But still we regret to dream,
And still in sorrow we remain.

It’s not easy to face,
It’s not easy to dare,
Nor to remain calm and share,
But then, who says life is fair?

I have a dream...
Though worth a penny,
I have a dream...
Rather, dreams too many.


- Milind Gandhi