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Standing on the balcony, staring into the void that I saw before me... waking up as the soft rays of the sun tingled on my face to see the night that had blossomed into a new day, remembering the wind wooing the last night like it did on a very hot summer day, strong enough to make my teeth clench with the shivers running through my spine. I stood numb recollecting my thoughts as though I were frozen in time, the questions that ran through my mind was like I am confused about life, about this and the many others which plagued my head.

Snapped out of my frozen world with little growls I heard from my stomach, making me realize that I was starving since yesterday which was always characteristic of a Saturday because I tend to sleep real late and wake up into this lazy wave that wouldn’t let me leave the cuddliness of my bed, not enough to boast about since its one of those tiny hostel ones, catch up with friends in the evening and between all this who thinks of food now.

Not wanting to wake up the other sleepy heads or rather not knowing how to wake them up, me and Aries decided to fix ourselves breakfast, but not knowing how to use the gadgets in the kitchen to which we were new and for the fact that it was the first we were in there, we decided to wait and ye considering it was 6:00 am, UNO was the only option out, every reverse, every skip card yielded the same result, one of us won.. but at least it saved us from boredom and from not remembering the fact that we were hungry, UNO excitement wearied off leaving us to hunger again. This time Aries was like we are making breakfast no matter what, so I followed her lead to the kitchen, though coffee tempted us like hell, decided to settle in for apple juice and bread with cheese, triumphantly we moved to the balcony once again wishing there were rocking chairs and coffee and then we could just sit and stare into infinity and be engrossed back in thoughts, but it was different and I enjoyed it, sitting on the floor saying cheers with apple juice we started yumming on our precious little sandwiches and topic was how to decorate your house.. ye that was the best topic to get involved in now lol but then it was fun listening to stories from Norway and nibbling with sandwiches and talking about wind chimes and decorating your very own house ..On normal basis that wouldn’t exactly be my topic but that day I enjoyed it.

Speaking to Aries on the comfort of the bed, we realized we both wanted to watch Shrek

The Northern Lights

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And to see you as the dance of spirits amazes me..

Are you the beautiful spirit dancing?
It seems so enchanting.
Just like songs which brings melody
Do you bring about lights in beautiful colors.


Yes, you love to play hide and seek,
with those who seek you.
Please tell me why
you hide so much?
Wont you show yourself to the soul who doesn’t seek you?


Is it because you don’t want to be acknowledged as a beauty?
But just another mystic of nature?
Dont you paint the sky With strokes of ecstasy,
waving with the rhythm of the wind;
But only visible to those at the poles.

Don’t you know about people else where, waiting for you to be revealed?
I guess it is the beauty which could only be captured
by those who produce tunes in the air for you to dance.

To dance, the dance to the rythm of the spirits.


To dance, the dance of the spirits

Who said TV cant teach you a few lesson you wouldnt forget?? A few lessons learned from the idiot box/entertainment

maybe these are somethings taken from somewhere .. but for people who dont do much reading and have more of the idiot box time.. this comes in handy
Please add to it.. if you have any :)

1. Fear is not the absence of fear, but knowing there are more important things at stake which cannot be omitted because of fear
Princess Diaries

2. Big fish in a small pond is better than small fish in a big pond
Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons)/ reminded by a friend today :)

3. No matter what situation you are in you can make the best of it
Juno--Movie

4. We are not better nor worse we are just different, but both in public life to serve
Sweet Home Alabama

cant remeber .. will keep updating

Flames

Walls breached by trust, strained by the truth
Yet so very out of reach, you yearn to touch
The flames that scorch you,
The flames of red, 
the want to touch,those red ribbons, 
enchants you!!
You move towards them, only to get scorched
But if sense makes you realize, you will learn to enjoy
To enjoy from a distance
To see the beauty, to feel the warmth of the flames
And that’s the beauty of knowing
Even if you cant touch it 
You can always watch it glow…

Thoughts

From where and what do I start with, thoughts seems like an endless ocean whose depths cannot be measured. Some are comprehendable others are not,
still they are yours to behold. Lost in thought, engrossed in understanding them.. you seem to forget where you are. And then in one point you just loose
track of your thoughts and remind yourself, one day at a time or rather take in little a time and give out the best you utilize from them.
One such day when I was lost in one of those little worlds, memories came flashing as though a TV was just switced on.. I saw myself in those happy days and
in those sad times, when I knew where life was taking me and when I stood confused at the cross roads. Pondering on those mistakes made, how to grow over
them, how to take a turn over those little puddles of life.

I remembered my 2nd favourite church St.Patrick's of course the first place would always go to the Bascillica of my home town.. there are so many memories I
cherish of that place.. it was not only a place of prayer.. and come to think of it, it was on those grounds I learned to cycle.. from the samllest to the biggest
memory was centered around that church.

I didnt know about this church, but had noticed it a few times from the bus.. it did give an inviting feel.. but for some reason never actually went there..... for lame excuses like I didnt know the timings etc. A friend who used to go there invited, and I went there.. It was a june or july evening.. I remembered the first time I went to that church.... Peacefully quiet in the middle of the heart of Bangalore stood this builing painted in a light shade of pink. I stepped in there and found out that, the building was there for quiet some time as in it really was a token to history just like my bascillica. I saw memorial stones on the walls of the church, of loved ones which dated back to the 19th century and ye they were of the classy old Britishers who used to live here then... hardly saw any Indian names.. of then .. but a few from the recent past. Examining the domes and arches I realized it was'nt a sophisticated place because of the architechture , but it carried history with simple strokes of architecture and most importantly it was a house of prayer and so I felt peace as I stepped in there. I looked through the benches, and a glance down made me realize I was standing on a grave. I felt a little uneasy,
standing on priest's grave but then it was too into the service to switch places. The songs just lightened the way you felt and its symphony just drowned you in
it, that it just made you to enjoy it silently. Going back we had a nice dinner, and that was the very first time I had tried a stake, felt nice and ye .. geting back to my place was really sweet, because it started raining cats and dogs and ye came home drenched.

But then for the next year I've been going there almost every sunday and its been my a routine now, everytime I go there its different, the sights the sounds the people... Its a vibrant place if you'd ask me.. you can feel the presence of God,and see the families, the singles and the nomads. Different kinds of people, of Bangalore in that church.

There are a few valuable lessons I learned and will treasure from that church, "Enjoy as much of you want to if you make the right decisions" but what are decisions based on, what people consider right or just what you consider is right randomly..thats for each one to decide :) I did make my choice on something above people above my own mind which keeps changing. Based it on something worthwhile, something more than we think we know, on our creator, he is going to be the same no matter what changes around or in us.
But then placing your trust on someone greater than you, we had to have something solid to go to him with even though he didnt require it of us, but that was what we were supposed to be doing, and I do keep falling short of good and sometimes against the principle he has given. But when those questions of doubts arose this priest once said "We do make mistakes, but try not to, we may fail, but god sees our heart"And these are the two valubale things I learned from going to that church.

to be continued :)

The Beautiful Friday Night

Like always it was just another working Friday at the office, meddling with things above my reach. I decided to go house hunting with a friend because the place I was staying in was getting crampy. Since we were fickle minded kind we couldn’t make up our minds as to where to go and since friends were going out, we got invited more over we both needed a bad break… with all that was going on, but we weren’t dressed for the occasion.. had a client visit that day and since we both didn’t have formal wear and was allergic to it we got ourselves to office in churidhars.. going out on a Friday in those, we felt like aunties walking around… oiled hair, with a bindhi in a churidhar, oh ye Aunties!! There wasn’t enough time to go get ourselves in decent clothes and then get back.. and it started raining cats and dogs.. this added to our misery going out for dinner to some fancy place inappropriately dressed and drenched now. This was as good as it was getting, getting into an auto which was leaking like hell.. and getting splashed by a car passing by was the heights of disaster as it would get.

Then I stared outside at the rain which was falling down, big drops splashing it against the freshly tarred roads. Breaking into hundreds of little drops of water, reassembling the fireworks in the skies just that it was colorless unlike the fire works… droplets of water were being splashed, more like drops of life being multiplied into smaller drops of life, they looked marvelous that night .. even though the streets of Bangalore were real dirty and slushy.. guess there is a silver lining in every clumsy situation… Staring into the beauty of those water droplets.. I forgot that I was drenched going to some fancy place… It’s strange come to think of it, when you replace your thoughts of the situation you are in with simple things of life and their beauty you forget where you are.. and just enjoy what’s on your way.

Reaching our destination all drenched, we stepped out into a puddle from the rick and found our way to this fancy place. A couple of friends joined us there, all 3 of them strangers to me, and mostly they didn’t speak what I did.. Had to blink when they spoke as though they were speaking Martian, actually I didn’t make a difference. But they were kind enough to translate. It was fun being there speaking random stuff.. chewing on something… not even waiting to tasting it because of hunger. Laughed till our stomachs were full… and by then the rain had subsided into a drizzle with no umbrellas we just stepped into the cold and as usual Bangalore rickshaw wallas.. wanted real big money… all four of us cramped ourselves into the rick and left for home…..

As we were about to reach our destination, one of them had a crazy idea to walk in the rain, and that was seconded and thirded by me and the other.. one of them had their brains in place and was, no we are taking the auto till our places, but since majority wins.. all of us were out in the rain walking through the luscious green streets of a residential area… with the drizzles in full swing…. Just walking, randomly in the rain, we were still hungry… as if we were starving the whole day.. thankfully we had parceled some food to eat when we reached back home… since we obviously out of our heads and wanted to do something really dumb.. we sat on the foot step of some random house.. no clue about who owned it.. we had no clue .. by then the drizzle had got a little stronger .. opened our parcels and started eating it .. right in the rain, right there from each others plate to be exact.. we were laughing our lives away in the rain thankfully there was no dogs in that house and neither a guard to chase us off.. we had our fun there….
And then we realized we had to wash our hands…. Not that we really had to, after all it was raining and me being the innovative one, started shaking the branches of this little tree so with the force of the water coming I could get the rice of my fingers… but then my friend was brainy enough to just wipe on the leaves of the tree.. and now being extra energized … we started walking again through some random streets with lovely house with over grown trees overshadowed us.. and then we wanted to imitate people ..then the act started with Mr. Dev Anand and people I don’t remember names of … and it was fun, laughing out in the rain.

It felt like that stroll in the rain got imprinted in my brain, felt so care free, so happy and I didn’t have to worry, and for that hour I just enjoyed the drops of water falling on me, enjoyed the company, trying to imitate Martian, laughing to randomly spoken words…
And my mind wandered in a split second.. it was not only to enjoy the drops of water falling on the ground.. bursting into hundreds of tiny droplets.. but also to enjoy the way they fell on you, how it felt, the cool wave that it brought on you… Sometimes we are so concerned about falling and breaking we forget to see the beauty in the way it was formed and how it falls through the atmosphere on to us.. onto everything in this world .. and even that is beautiful. There are always two sides of a coin 

And we reached our destination… it felt so bad to get dry and get back home.. Never have enjoyed the rain so much and hope there will be more rains to enjoy…reluctantly back to the warmth of your own place.. Stood there watching the rest of the folks just walking into the wet street.. getting to enjoy the rain a little more than we did, with the ever faithful dogs of Bangalore street running behind them for food…

All of a sudden I felt warmth as though I never was wet, found myself wrapped in my blanket.. with the usual surroundings around me, the walls the ceiling fans… everything was the same.. and I woke up perplexed in the middle of night wondering what happened.. my lovely walk in the rain, my Martian speaking.. where did it all disappear too…
By the looks on my face, she told me sweet heart your home, and I looked as though this wasn’t where I was, is this it… and I realized I had just woken from a dream..
It was just a dream and nothing more, but a dream I relished on .. the dream I learned to enjoy the bursting drops of water and the falling drops of water..
My very own dream, which I would cherish and remember forever as though it were real

The Kid I found in a stranger

Its strange how we look at ourselves and say 'mature young adults', never actually felt it was true... because in many ways all of us are still kids, searching for life's answers in different ways.

I met this person sometime back, when I observed him I found that it was fun because he was the child in disguise as the adult moving around with the charm of his wit.

This mature young adult was very conscious about fact that he was an adult; it was fun watching this guy who thought he was an adult but had the ways of a kid. When this adult came through the door, it felt like Christmas had just walked in, considering the noise package that came in, there was ringing of bells and the clattering noise of Santa with his big bag of gifts, there was this happy feel when the so called adult walked through the door. On contrary if he was the so called adult it would have been formal and in a grown up way of ‘Not Disturbing the Neighbors’. Through my sleepy eyes from the bean bag, I saw this person dancing his way around the living room bringing some kind of menace to everyone seated there, even in the slightest way not an adult to me. I don’t see an adult in there.. Do you?

Hello’s and Good-Bye’s for him to strangers and friends were alike, made no difference between them, at least to my eyes, it was the, ‘know you for life attitude’ for some reason. Aren’t children like that they make no difference about how long they know you, for them hello is always a hello and goodbye always a goodbye. But is this something that rises from the deep secrets of life?? I don’t know.

Spits out his thoughts as though it were paint balls, not exactly concerned about what people think, these paint balls are really multicolored. Just like children who have a very vivid memory of the even little things. Full beam smile 24\7, just like most kids, ye and kids do cry and scream but we aren’t dealing with that today lol..

I don’t know how to end it, I cant think take the time and the liberty to write now coz of obvious reasons … :D Will give an awesome finishing touch when I am done with work or so.. Here is the half finished article