Alive…

Why do you need me?

The Sun had asked the Earth.

You make me feel alive.

The Earth had answered….

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The beach……

What happens when two broken souls come together?
She had asked him while they walked along the beach.
I don’t know. He said.
Maybe that’s why the sea touches its shores,
Only to bring back messages unread,
In bottles left to float,
Sometimes shells sealed with tears of the sea,
Nothing ever stays in its belly,
Nothing is ever broken,
They all fit someplace,
He had said.

Something is fishy… 

Although I don’t say anything about people sharing my posts. But it would be nice if I was told that my posts are being shared. 

Plagriasm is a crime. Originality and the hard work of anyone goes down the drain during this process. 

Please take care. 
P. S- this came when I saw a completely similar blog which had some of my posts. 

Mashal..

Electricity is a very esteemed guest where I live( if you know what I mean 😜) But yesterday it was not at my home. It was pitch dark in the entire colony and as usual I was awake. I thought of an adventure, to try to scare my Amma who usually by that time of night would be fast asleep. 

I took my flashlight and with soft steps came down the stairs towards my parents room. 

As I was reaching there, my Amma in a sarcastic tone said, ” Yeh Mashal leke kahan ghum rha hai.” And I was, ” kuch nhi Amma, pani lene aya tha.” Only if there was electricity she would have known that she had just buried her son alive. 

Why. Just why Amma…

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I picked up the pen

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Comfortably it had stayed there for a long time,  searching for an excuse to be made a free soul,  a free maker of its own destiny,  to cover canvases of imagination,  to erode misconceptions of the many,  to say things unsaid,  to just play. 
My hands were shaking,  a deep sensation ran down the very nerves that drove these hands,  this body, this mind.  How shall I? What should I write? Were some of the questions that bombarded my peace of mind.
I picked up the pen,  adjusted the glasses which had seen the many,  unseen the many and wrote-

Ma’am,  I need 16 marks to qualify.  I will study seriously the next semester.

I did it.

Hahahhaha

The story of most of us engineers. I hope you enjoyed. 😀

Do comment. 

Blaming is easy….

There are people, good people who deal with your Devils everyday, bearing every type of heartbreaking accusations. 

Some people do gather the courage to understand that all the time it was they who had been wearing faulty glasses. 

All they saw was faults of those people, Good people who dealt with Devils that even did not belong to them.

Each of us has been granted a life not with our wish but with the wish of someone more powerful than any of us. 

It becomes our responsibility to realize this simple little fact-

Rains pouring on a stormy night,
Were heavenly, were a sight,
Many cried in a tone so unknown,
My crops are fed,
My roof is no more.
I cursed the god, 
What went so wrong,
Thundered the god,
A house of cards can stay so long…

Blaming is easy. Anyone can do it. 

It takes courage to realize and mend your own mistake. 

Be one of those good people.

Usually the rains are too harsh on them.