Every step in life is like a new beginning, and if one learns from his past and also from the surroundings, the forthcoming step may lead to a happy ending that one has ever imagined.
It is said, that the path one takes is as important as the destination. Keeping that in mind, trains were my go-to for transfers. Every train journey was special. The scenic beauty of every route was different from the other in mesmerizing ways; sometimes so grasping, that all one would wish to do is soak it all in and never let the image fade away.
With boards like ICSE, CBSE, and NCERT in tidiness, primary and secondary education in India is still considerable but the graveness of higher education is often averted. There are hardly 10% colleges in India which impart quality education. Figures like 5-10% of Engineers or MBA graduates being employable depicts the sorrow condition of the mushrooming colleges.
Snippets of everyday life, awesome background track and incomparable story-telling skills! Yes! As my Faculty used to say, “A Brand is what a Brand does!” and truly, Coca-Cola around the globe does just one thing, “Spreading Happiness” while making you “Taste the Feeling”!
Rejuvenation is difficult but resurrection is almost impossible!
We take elite, barrel, axle turns,
Like angels in the sky.
You leaning against me,
“Lying in your arms”,
It surely feels like heaven.
When you realize there is no limit which you cannot push yourself beyond, you end up doing things which otherwise seem to be a no win. Someone rightly said path of happiness lies within. It starts with oneself.
Life prevailed when we were together. Her nagging, caring, fights, love, everything had its own beauty. Coming home was colorful. She would always be ready and together we could talk for hours about anything and everything.
Complete annihilation for all forms of life was the order for the day, but the resistance put up by these villagers was stupefying.
Just like doctors do not make the best chefs, History teachers hardly make the best generals. History was obviously against Syed.
Contours on a blank board – crests and troughs. A landscape is formed. The breeze channels itself along the shapes. The dust blows up. The silence is past – the dust trickles along. A sweet murmuring, almost like a whisper. The whisper creeps on – smoke rises. The dust sweeps over the contours baring bricks and sticks – unearthing something.
It was the 25th of December and I was waiting for my Santa to arrive on his sleigh, although I doubted he will. I was 12 years old then and he had not come. The other kids were buying candies and new clothes as I wiped the fog off the windshield when they stopped at a traffic signal. I wondered that the kids have everything. Good food, good clothes, an easy life and most importantly a bright future.
His canvas seemed to be endless,
And his wishes, umpteen.
With the colours of his fantasy,
He dyed his future hyper-green.
He wrapped his secret wishes
And once again took to bed,
To wake up to a whole new day
With a new wishes to thread.