Thursday, 25 October 2012

Responsibility...Oh boy!!


Responsibility, a heavy word!!

The responsibility of a tree trunk to hold strong; the branches, flowers, fruits... 
SoUnDs HuGe, however is beautifully done...BuT HoWwwwwW??

On vast landscapes, the most bent trees – with joy of responsibility or shear pride of having more flowers and fruits – are the ones most beautiful. WhErEaS, the ones holding straight upright are always with least to worry about.

I agree we have all heard this and relate it to humbleness of the bent tree.

However, have we ever felt how does the humbleness come in, just floats in with more fruits and flowers? Or does one have to work on it....

Dude, definitely work on it!!

But this happens when the branches equally share the load, else won’t be long before it earns the DrYnEsS tag for itself.

Now, that’s what we call the solution, the continuous flow of love and care each branch receives from the trunk enables it to take care of its leaves, otherwise its popularity for just being dry flows through the landscape like fire.

So, do we want our names on billboards as DrY, or the FuLLfiLLeD - one whose trunk is the strongest and most humble because each branch takes weight of its own leaves.

Thursday, 19 July 2012

The OnE


OnE can’t control the fall of a leaf, but try to run someone else’s life...

OnE doesn’t know his own breaths, but wants every second detail about others being...

OnE hasn’t yet mastered himself, but want to be the master for all...

OnE won’t even walk an inch for someone else, but want others to achieve milestone after milestone just for his sake...


The fun part, that we all at some point of time keep falling to The OnE’s wants...
Yet, Why is OnE not happy and if not, does it make sense curbing yourself???




Tuesday, 15 November 2011

My brother...Sorry


Growing up...we wore each others clothes,
Growing up...we shared each others secrets,
Growing up... We connected at a different level,
Growing up...we knew we would be around, 
just a glance away!
I am sorry for troubling you brother...

You still remain and will always be my favorite...

P.S. Dedicated to Shawn

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Don't Quit!


The biggest risk that one has - Is to be a Quitter!

A dream is just the miles between a thought and reality, which can only be accomplished by two words – Don’t Quit!

There may be disagreements, failures, wrong curves taken, bumps, hurdles....one has no control on any of these....
It can be brutal. In fact it always is, but the trick is to remain in the game.

All the success stories have bricks of fear, failure, hurdles in their foundation;  but out of these the strongest brick in all remains to continue the path.

The path maybe absolutely unknown and full of uncertainty which can lead to anxiety, self-sabotage, scare – even paralysis. Unknown can kill dreams. Sadly, it often does.
But, Unknown is also the single most consistent factor in those who experience the same dreams come true.

Photo by: Ajay Sharma


As Robin says, “To lead without a title you will have to be unrealistically persistent and wildly courageous.”

Few ways I have learnt which will walk one through those miles from a dream to reality,
  •      Improve your expertise in the field
  •       Reasons for accomplishing something must be compelling enough, then nothing can stop you
  •       Create a support system/team around you to motivate when you are close to quitting
  •       Take everything as a lesson
  •       Realize what you have to lose if you don’t go after what you care about
The best way to keep yourself going is to leave every person you meet energetic, positive and more in love with life than you found them.



Photo by: Ashutosh Amin

Sunday, 28 August 2011

FaLL or HangOVEr


Drinking chilled beer, gets you high, also gets you a hangover.
But the morning cup of coffee gets you off it.

For one to wake up with a hangover and come over it, is easy...
How easy is it for one to wake up from a bad FaLL in life and come over with it?
How many cuppa coffee will help?

Sometimes a full mug and sometimes a sip gets you back in the mood.
A mug or a sip, what will work, DepEnDs on...?
Most of us would answer on how bad the FaLL was.


However, I have a question, how quick one would be OVEr the hangOVER depends on loads of tributaries like tense or relax drinking, food or no food with it, the company; then how come our bouncing back from a FaLL in life only depends on the intensity of the FaLL.

Things like strength within, lessons from past mistakes have no role to play? Only thing in consideration is the FaLL?

Once the focus from FaLL shifts to the tributaries, is when one really starts to enjoy drinking and stop dreading the hangOVEr...
So enjoy the FaLL, don’t dread it!!

Photo by: Ashutosh Amin

Saturday, 20 August 2011

If I knew...


If I knew it’s the last time your eyes connect to me, I would gaze a littler deeper,

If I knew it’s the last time your arms comfort me, I would embrace a little harder,

If I knew it’s the last time my ears on your shoulders hearing the heart beat, I would listen more clearer,

If I knew it’s the last time your hands holding mine, I would hold a little tighter,

Photo By: Ashutosh Amin
If  knew it’s the last time I could express my love, I would never assume you know,

If I knew you were to go, I would surely tell you, you are the one – the one I always waited for...


Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Sound of Instincts


Nothing exists...
no logic, no understanding, explanation of well wishers, strength of the strong pillars you build around over the years
...when your instincts talk, all others sounds gradually become less clear until finally disappears, as if they do not exist.
The right place, the right time, right things to  do have no meaning; beyond the direction your instincts.
The words from the instincts have a language of their own, if one understands would never then misspell any move in life.
Those words are which need to be lived!
If one lets the language of instincts merge into its being there would be no expanse one can’t achieve.
If the words are gone, unheard, joy would then loose its brilliance and sadness would have no end.