Sunday, October 21, 2007


Past - Sometimes we're reminded of the past. Sometimes we live the past all over again. The thing about past is that its definitive - obviously - that's something that's already happened.

Future - Sometimes we think about future. Sometimes we're afraid of the future. Sometimes we're eager to see the future. The thing about future is that its not definitive - again obvious - that's something that has not yet happened.

What about "present"? It was the future of the past and would be the past of the future. The thing about present is that no one can take it away from you. Sometimes we fail to realize this. I have failed to realize this. I don't know if I have realized this yet.

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

Time - the beginning
Time - the end
And all that's in between...

Friday, October 19, 2007

Perfect Strangers

Can you remember,
remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life... shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain perfect strangers

I know I must remain inside this
silent well of sorrow
A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life - Your tears are lost in falling rain

~ Deep Purple

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Chosen one - Seperation

... Continued from here
Whatever was going on caught the lecturer's attention. "What's the hungama there? Settle down girls", she barked. The girls piped down but all of them were content with this time's chosen one. She had a good track record. Almost simultaneously, everyone slipped into a flash back (in black and white) when the last time the same girl was chosen.
Meanwhile, one of the members from the opposite sex had been noticing all this - he knew all their reactions, all their thoughts, all their intentions all too well.
Once the lecturer walked out of the class, the girls start to gather around the chosen one - questions are shot at AK47 round speed at her.
"What would it be this time?"
"Are you taking speciality preferences?"
"Will you keep up your track record?"
She silently listened to all the questions pouring down like mungaaru maLe. Suddenly she put her left hand up - like Sonia Gandhi. And then there was silence. An all consuming silence.
"All your wildest dreams might just come true tomorrow", she replied. Hearing this the girls went crazy - some of the goonda girls also started tapori whistling.
At this moment the HOD walks in and picks out 5 girls who she thought were causing enough racket, that she decided to throw them out of the class. The chosen one happened to be one among those 5. The rest of the girls have one question in mind...
"Will it still be as good as last time?"
The guy watching all this had a wry smile on his face.
... to be concluded