It Rained That Night

Aliya was staring at the rain droplets oozing down the glass panes. Sitting adjacent to the glass window, in Café Coffee day, she is well-settled in her cozy stole. With a hot cappuccino by her side, she had a ‘P.S I Love you’ to complete. But for the moment, the beating rains have caught her attention. “Rains are always beautiful”- she wondered. As mist tried to gather on the glass panes, Aliya too got lost in the rains and her lovely memories of it.

Four years back. 12^th August. Aliya was on her usual rounds in the evening sitting on the rocks, by the sea at Band Stand. Although, she has moved to Mumbai 2 years back, she was still settling in this busy city. She came here everyday to face the sea, with lots of question in her heart. With an expectation at heart, she would be replied to some of them.

“Hi, may I join you “gently said a voice. “ You already have, I guess” –replied Aliya with a smile. The guy introduced himself as Lakshya.

Lakshya Sinha was a IIM graduate. Had 2 plush offers, when he quitted Citi Bank and chose to freelance. Because he wanted time to pursue his real dreams – to become a writer. Lakshya always had been a rebel in his own ways – he felt he was a misfit in IIM – pure grey cells put him there which he felt had no contribution of his – born out of Doctor parents, he felt it was pure genes .His heart was always some where else.

So here Lakshya was, for last 2 months in Band Stand Café Coffee day, trying to frame his first story. Everyday he wrote something; he felt incomplete and destroyed it. And that’s when he spotted Aliya.

Lakshya: “I see you everyday around this time, so was just wondering what brings such a beautiful girl, everyday here, that too all alone “.

Aliya: “Guess the same reason, what brings you here “

Lakshya: “How did you know I am alone “

Aliya: “Guess other wise you wouldn’t be sitting here or keeping a eye on me”

Lakshya protested he was not keeping an eye on her. Aliya smiled and said “Kya iraada hai, line marna chahte ho”. Lakshya was taken aback by the frankness of Aliya. Aliya’s smile reached her eyes.

“Actually I am used to this loneliness “Lakshya said in this submissive tone. “But you see, today that’s 12^th August, is my birthday, so didn’t want to spent alone, so walked up to you”.

Lakshya had come to meet her, out of curiosity. But clearly he was smitten by her attitude. Aliya cracked up loud into laughter. Her laughter was infectious and echoed to Lakshya’s ears. But it didn’t stop, it continued for some time. “Did I crack some joke?” – said a irked Lakshya, who didn’t miss the satire in the laughter. Aliya said: “I am sorry”. She sounded apologetic and replied: “I come here everyday to find myself from these waves – they reassure me that I exist, when they touch me feet”. Lakshya was confused by her reply. Aliya continued “You see, there is a another strange co-incidence besides both of us being alone”. Lakshya curiously asked : “Whats that?”..Aliya replied “We share our birthday -  “. Lakshya looked astonished. Aliya continued: “Hmm..yours the real one and mine is the fake one on papers “. Both laughed loudly. Lakshya said “Never the less we should celebrate “ – There was a prolonged silence at Aliya’s end.

                                                        

Dark clouds were meandering over the head. “It can rain anytime “ thought Lakshya. And heavy droplets started falling. Lakshya said “I think we should be get going “. Aliya got perturbed. She tried to reach her mobile, with her fingers searching for the quick dial 7. “Let’s go fast”- cried a frustrated Lakshya, wondering what was Aliya trying to do in these heavy rains. Aliya finally got up, trying to search for something – and she slipped. Lakshya reached out her hand – and what got in his hand, left him shattered. It was a stick for support – and with that he sensed the girl he was flirting for last ten minutes - whose eyes he found beautiful – had one more truth hidden in it. That they can’t see Lakshya or for that matter anyone. Lakshya suddenly remembered Aliya’s laughter and words. He felt a chink in his heart.

Aliya Sharma. 25 years of age. Fair, smart, long hair and beautiful eyes. Graduate from top college of Delhi. She had everything to die for. She had three dreams – become a successful model, run a school for kids and travel to most exotic locations around the world. Her dreams came crashing down – when a speeding car, knocked her down, and her dreams too . She survived the accident but her eyes didn’t. And a lot of other things didn’t. Her relationships made an end. And so did a lot of other things. For Aliya, her world came crashing down. She was finished from inside, but she wanted to fight and won to win this battle too.

Lakshya helped Aliya settle in the Café Coffee day. It was raining profusely. There was a awkward moment of silence between the two. Aliya took the lead “You dont need to be sorry, you didn’t know “. Lakshya replied unapologetically “Your eyes are beautiful and I love them”. She initiated to move, when hand reached her fingers. It was a gentle touch, a touch of assurance. She could feel it. As she stood, she forwarded her hand in the air, “I am Aliya”. Lakshya held her strongly, and said “I say friends”.

He held Aliya’s hand strongly and took her out to the rains. “Feel it Aliya – you feel you don’t exist, – do you know why the rains are beating down so hard – it is their way of telling you that they are madly in love with you. People love you, or they don’t. Period. Don’t stop loving yourself please “. Aliya felt embarrassed and said “Shit. How can I treat myself so shabbily. I am Aliya Sharma”. A moment of silence separated before that infectious laughter, this time Lakshya joined.

That was second turning point in Aliya’s life. Happiness befriended Aliya again in form of Lakshya. They met everyday at Café Coffee Day, Band Stand Bandra. Coffee and long hours of chat. For both of them, it was easy to open up. They did not have baggages. They discussed everything from college, relationships. And even how Lakshya slept with a chick from his college in drunken state, which scared a fuck out of him, that he don’t attract AIDS. Lakshya came as lease of life in the darkness of Aliya – he stood for positivity, ready to enjoy every moment of life in his own way. And he was a flirt and funny too.

 He took Aliya to places – places that Aliya never been. She felt alive with Lakshya . Aliya was slowly coming to herself with her state. And it was Aliya’s 26th birthday. Lakshya only aim was to see Aliya smile. For him, everything else in life became secondary. Lakshya drove her down to Khandala. Aliya had no clue where she was going but she trusted him. She didn’t know who taught her to trust him. She was wearing a red kurti with a Patiala. She could feel the slippery beneath her while walking. But without a word, she was clinging on to him. She could feel drops of the rain. She could hear the sound of water. Slowly, sounds of water grew. There was a strange nervousness and excitement at the same time. Suddenly adrenalin rushed through her body. And next thing, she felt cold water beneath her feet. It was a spring, and the waters were splashing all over. She could feel the freshness of the place. A strange power of joy overcame her nervousness. Her heart was beating thousand pounds; she stretched out her hand to enjoy the moment. She never ever had got chance to come so close to nature ever. She realized her darkness was no longer a constraint. Her heart wanted out to reach out to Lakshya, she could feel the breath of Lakshya .She wanted to hold that moment forever ; she softly whispered “Love you “, Aliya’s heart wanted to cried out for so long finally it blurted out. Aliya‘s face was glowing with happiness. As Lakshya held her, there was pain and dilemma in his eyes.

Aliya was feeling cold. Lakshya slowly came and held her hand from the back quietly. She was slowly but surely facing the breeze. It was windy; her hair was fluttering and troubling her. But she wanted to face it. Suddenly Lakshya withdrew his hand, Aliya skipped a beat. Aliya started looking here and there. “Don’t look for me, Aliya- Go forward, this is your life, you need to move forward without a support “. Aliya moved forward. The wind grew stronger, the palpitation increased as she moved forward towards an unknown. An unknown fear gripped her, but she was determined not to call Lakshya. Aliya unknown, moved towards the edge of the cliff, as Lakshya watched her from the distance. She was almost there, Lakshya felt a lump in his heart. He rushed – rushed for his life – he knew he had long fell for her – Aliya felt a strong push backward. “Are you mad – what were you trying to do?” asked an irritated Lakshya. Aliya smiled loudly and said “As if you would have seen me dying? – I trust u, u would never let me die “. A pained Lakshya cried holding Aliya strongly by her shoulders “I am no one – your life is too precious to waste for anyone”. Aliya retorted, “You are my life “. Lakshya held Aliya’s hand gently and looked straight in her eyes – “You deserve much better in life “and walked away. “Life has given you – a girl who don’t know how the world look any more, a girl for whom world didn’t care for any more” . Lakshya stood still, an arrow of truth binded him. He could not understand himself –  this was never part of his plan , to fall in love,  to be hope of an innocent blind girl. Not at this time or juncture of his life. He cannot date her, Death has already fixed a date with him. That’s why he left his plush job, and follow his one last dream before he left this world. To write a book but destiny had something else written for him. Unknowingly he has fallen in love for a girl, who is learning to see the world, through his eyes. His voice choked with guilt even as his heart wished he could live a little more for Aliya. He had to do some thing, for Aliya. How he could love someone so deeply in such a short time, he wondered. A pain came out of his heart that echoed in the hills for long.

He didn’t realize when Aliya had gently rested her shoulders on him. “Would you would like to have some food” – Lakshya asked. Aliya was hungry indeed, she wondered how Lakshya knew. Next moment, Aliya like a little baby was feeded by Lakshya on a plate of Golgappa. . Aliya was happy and at peace, completely unaware of the storm that waited for her. Lakshya was crying at a distance silently watching Aliya. He wanted to hug her tightly and cried but couldn’t.

Lakshya‘s mind wanted to go back but heart wanted to stay. He felt like he was cheating on Aliya.

They drove to a resort. That night Aliya and Lakshya spent beneath the open sky, holding hands together, talking, cracking silly jokes as if there were no tomorrow. They were back to their child hood days.

It was morning; Lakshya was waiting in the car. There was a strange calm around him. He would be ever grateful to Aliya for yesterday, he has never been so happy. As soon Aliya stepped out of the resort and headed towards car, it started raining. Aliya stretched her hand out; Lakshya smiled as her saw her. He quickly went out of the car and and pulled her by his arms. And they danced in the rains

Suddenly a voice called out “Mam”.

The attendant in the Café Coffee day was calling her. Aliya was back in her present. The attendant wanted to know if Aliya wanted to order anything else. She nodded and said to herself: “I have everything”.

A guy pushed the door and came walking towards Aliya.

Guy: Aliya Sharma!! I am Arjun!!!

Arjun used to a close friend of Lakshya.

Arjun: Aliya, I really don’t know what to say. This is the most fascinating love story I have ever heard. A guy, at the juncture of his death, falls in love with a blind girl, in his dying days, and becomes happier by the day,  because he gets to live life for the person he loved,  his end would mean life to someone else.

Aliya: His life never ended, he will always live with me, through my eyes. He gifted me the most precious thing anybody ever could – his eyes.

Arjun: You ever feel like betrayed by him that he never told you

Aliya: In that sense I betrayed him too, I knew, I had overheard him speak to his doctor the day I proposed him.

Arjun was shell shocked.

Arjun: You knew….

Aliya: In love, it just happens, we can’t do much….. It’s the moment that matters and in that moment u just want to be with the person you love, to see the other person happy. We both hid the fact from each other because we just couldn't see the other get hurt.

Aliya: Lakshya is waiting for me in Crosswords; I got to make a move.

Arjun again looked stunned

Aliya: Lakshya – title of his first book. He could not survive to name it. But I did. Today it’s published finally and stands tall in the book houses.

Arjun: But it’s raining!!!!

Aliya smiled. She looked outside; she could still visualize her and Lakshya dancing in the rain. That’s the last time they danced.  Life has moved on three years but her heart still is meandering in the fond memories of Lakshya and incidentally rain happened to be part of her each defining moment. 

Just that.....

I have walked a few mile,

Have been walking for a while

Few summers and winters…

Some lovely springs and rain…

Brings back memories of love and little pain………

Black and White was the world I saw…

Streaks of grey slipped in,

Thin line blurred between purity and sin,

 Felt for a while, and then faked it with smile…

Even if lips do, eyes don’t lie…

To every emotion there isn’t a why….

 A simple coffee may stir it rich,

 A rich damsel may appear to be a witch…

 Life had only one hitch

 Only a few smoothies and lots of stitch…

 Eyes dreamt of a fable

 Of Wonderland, romance, fairy and a tale…

 Some music and dance…

 It may have rained that night by chance J

 

 

 

Magic Unplugged !!!!

Its two days since World Cup has ended – the hangover still looms large – an ecstatic feeling within, predominantly influencing any action or inaction – sitting idle in front of television set and watching extracts of Sachin or Yuvi’s interview again and again and Shahid Afridi’s suicidal interview pops up now and then as a distraction. Will choose to ignore that. It is too small a distraction in front of this tsunami of happiness that Indian team and India as a nation given to us. Joy of winning would not have been so sweet if Mango People – Aam Aadmi, or “We the People” as Barkha would have put it, had expressed our feelings in such grandeur, euphoric manner. “Iss Raat Ki Subaah Nahi” was the wish of the million Indians, that night. It was one lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!! And the experience of it, is something that can’t just be put in any paper or frame.

And it all started one and half month back on 19th Feb, 2011. Looking back, it was like living a life within a life….Come to think of it, it was like any perfect bollywood screen play, scripted with excitement, thriller, passion and romance, with backdrop of a love story – love of Indians with Cricket, love of fans with Men In Blue….love between team members of Men In Blue, and last but not the least undying wait & love of our demi-god Sachin, for the World Cup for 22 years. Just like reel-life hero SRK had to wait for her Zaara, in an YRF flick, for 22 years. It was cinematic, only this time God Almighty scripted it perfectly, for its favorite nation India and his favorite child Sachin.

People may contest why Indians regard Sachin as God .God lives inside each of us. When a Zaheer, Yuvi, Raina, Kohli dedicated the win to Sachin, it was evident that Sachin was an integral part of each of their soul, and their cricket. He lives in each of them, he lives in each of us, and he is the constant reason for our smile in as many years as I can remember that has passed by. Sachin will always be my first love but my hero for the World Cup is MSD – totally bowled over by his out of this world display of human behavior. He showed us that we don’t need to be the star in each scene of our lives to become a hero – Bow to your humbleness, dignity, generosity. Bow to your courage, your ferocity, with which you lead us from the front, drive out Murali and gifted us this victory. The night when we lose to South Africa, my buddy Praveen commented on my update on Face book, that “Don’t worry Mahi will win the cup for you” – He did it for me and all of us. That’s the way, Mahi way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And as sweet-heart Ants put it “We will be telling these stories for years to come. Of how Sehwag broke our hearts and how hope died with Sachin's wicket. Of how Gambhir and Kohli fought back together. Of how Dhoni showed us what a spine of steel looks like and how the Cup looked in Sachin's hands”. In fact, every match had a story to tell - story of fight-back of a warrior called Yuvi in this world cup and how he won the Australia match for us, story of unsung hero Zaheer Khan and his resilience to bring India back in the match whenever India lost its way, story of a Raina and Kohli, who made their presence felt when it mattered. Each story inspired us and stirred us souls. Just like Preity’s bangles did. Another silent soul touched our heart – No amount of thanks is enough for you Gary!!!

 

But the journey could not have been complete without the win and the experience of night that followed – It was magical, freaking awesome!!!! As Ants best puts it, “Of how we laughed and cried and danced and sang together on the streets with misty-eyed strangers”. Seeing was believing. I didn’t see individuals, I saw Young India – who cared two hoots about caste, creed, religion, and the forbidden baggages which should have been shunned long back and greeted each other. Jaddu ki Jhappi and High fives were the order of the day. I was not born when India got its Independence – For me 2nd April, was my Independence day – Indian Flag fluttering all over the place, it made us independent from cynicism. Words like joy and happiness got a new meaning that night – as people danced their way down the streets – be it Sonia Gandhi or an Amitabh Bacchan or a me & you – all of us celebrated like frenzy as if there is no tomorrow. Stars in the sky could have fallen asleep, not us – some high dose of ecstasy was injected in our body that night.

Personally the journey was fascinating for me – and indeed a special for me for number of reasons. Of course, for Men in Blue – who bled blue to make us win. For all my friends in Facebook & Twitter, who kept me updated and motivated me with all their comments, on & off-field stories. Especially to Praveen, who told Mahi will win it for me or Ants, Tanu who kept updating cricket from my two other fav place in the world – Kol & Delhi. For my room mate Sandeep, who updated me with scores regularly when I was slogging at my office. And of course his infectious passion for the freaking Cricket League online game which was going as a parallel competition to the World Cup. For the special people of my life – Shilpee, my bro Rhibhu for bringing in positivity each time, when I was nervous during the game. Or for that matter the sunshine elements of my life- Sonia & Tj – with whom I celebrated over phone each time we won :-)

For our team- my buddies- who watched the matches together till India won – without changing our positions – some times in silence, some times in flurry of abuses to opposition and sometimes in drumming heart beats – in joy, in happiness, and in acute anxiety, hand in hand – Thank you Ayush, Dheeraj, Naishy, Sandeep, Saurabh & Viju – strictly in alphabetic order – for being my life-line during the matches, and part of all the celebrations, specially the magical nite, which will be etched in my memory as long as I live. I tried to relive the world cup moments for myself and for two people, whom I dedicate these memories – for all Indians who were not in India, who are mad lovers of cricket, when these fairy tale happened –  speically to my bro Tj and my school friend Rahul whom I connected after so many years. Guys, know you missed being in India but India missed you toooo…. Now that we are world champions – let this celebration continue as long as it can, globally – Touchwood. After all Cricket is the only religion in India – which connects all of us without any divide. Religion reminded me of another God who rules India – Rajnikant. Just one request Rajni - Take Sreesanth back to God's own country - Kerela,  forever. And his jokes, I truly believe, are the fastest manufactured innovative products in this universe . Leaving you with my fav lines from this World Cup, when we were tense in the final – “Don’t pray to God, pray to Rajnikant- God has given power of attorney to him” & " Dont worry, Rajini, Ghajini & Dhoni is in stadium ".  Amen!

Love 1 Down.....

Here she goes again. Fourth peg of rum down. Shreya could hardly open her eyes but never the less she was enjoying. Music was lucid in the background, she didn’t care much. One could imagine her state of mind, after four pegs down; she was almost there in cloud nine. She drowsily looked at her boyfriend and smiled. Her boyfriend smiled back, who was equally drunk. They were a stand-out couple in their own sense because their romance took a new high when they were drunk. Shreya was drowned in alcohol but her eyes were intoxicated by love. Love for Ronav, who has changed her life. She is quite an individual on her own- self dependent, go-getter, a very confident it-girl. Until she fall in love. Born out of Bong and Assamese parents, she definitely has a few North-eastern traits, making her quite a sharp, cute-looker and add to that the personality makes her a class of her own. Love has made her quite an insecure being, especially this being her first relationship. She slowly pulled the high-tool she was sitting in, near Ronav, put her two hands around his shoulder, and drew her face close to him. The smell of the musk was strong; it gave her a new high. Shreya looked at Ronav, and said “Baby, you love me na.”. Ronav gently caressed her hair, drew her closer, and then straight looked straight into her eyes, “Of course, I love you very much Ana”

The orchids were the only bright thing, apart from her, in that room of Jaslok Hospital. Aahana was staring blankly at the window panes which was battering against strong winds and gushing rain. She wished they survive, as she has. Her face looked pale yet the accident has not managed to take away the inherent herself. Her eyes still looked beautiful and had a story to tell, waiting for someone to read. Her mom was standing behind her curtains, perplexed. Although she was assured about recovery of Roo (as they lovingly call her), her heart sensed the bigger storm that awaits in their daughter’s life.

That one word of Ronav was enough, to bring Shreya from her beautiful dream to reality. Her anger knew no bounds, she simply picked up the wine glass and threw the remnants of the glass on Ronav’s face and walked off, from her own apartment. She failed to understand where she failed in these three years of relationship. Ronav was in a shock, not due to Shreya’s reaction but his statement. “What the f***” he thought, “Three years man…Damn!!!!” He needed to reassure himself that he loved Shreya, and that all is well. Whatever he said was just a fluke and of course its alcohol. It wasn’t he who said that forbidden word ”Ana ”. Ronav being a business consultant has fixed bigger issues in workplace, this seems to be so much simpler to fix yet he is still trying.

Aahana looked anxiously all around. Her mother could read her eyes on what or rather whom she was searching. She didn’t have an answer to the questions her eyes posed. Doctor has informed that Aahana is suffering from partial amnesia, due to the near fatal accident, her memory refuses to remember any incident that happened in last 5 years. She remembers her parents, her graduation day, her first day at job, her love Ronav but not her break-up with him. It is always so difficult to break bad news to her daughter, let alone her loss of memory or her break-up that happened 3 years back. Doctors have strictly advised not to put her under any stress and recovery of memory will be natural, if at all it happens.

Shreya left the building and started walking down. Tears were in abundance, threatened to wipe off her mascara…she cared a damn. It was almost mid-night, and she knew it was not at all safe around that time, in Dwarka. Ronav chased her down. He pleaded his innocence but she won’t have any. Seeds of doubt were already planted. Ronav has been completely transparent about his past relationship to her and apparently has not met his ex for last 3 years. Shreya wondered why she feels so helpless when it is her relationship, when she has quashed off her any competitors potential or otherwise in her professional life, just like that. But she was determined to win over this riddle called Aahana, which still loomed large on her relationship. It took couple of hours, 1 slap, 2 songs, 1 ice-cream and 1 kiss to do the trick. Shreya was smiling again. Little did they know, life is one wicked game, waiting to take them for one big adventure that could change their destiny…………………..

Festival and Human Relations

As India transcends into double celebration mode - Eid and Ganesh Chaturthi, its happy times specially out here in Mumbai, both are big festivals. And Indo-Pak jodi reaching finals of US open,wonder if it is just a sweet co-incidence.....love personally the energy that evloves in the festivals. Basically faith in god manages to bring the best in human spirit and we, thankfully get a chance to celebrate our unity of humanity ...Food, Music, Dance forms core, while we tend to mingle with everyone during these events, such is the magic!!

Wish our personal relationships were simple too....but they always hang in the thin air ...leaving us to do the fine balancing act. And with time, it sometimes gets complicated. We often wonder why we cant related to the person,way we used to few years back . Why do equation changes....and then are there some instances the chemistry growing stronger with time. Probably subconsciously, we are evaluating our life all the time and relations becomes subject to relativity. Ageing is a natural progression, so is probably consolidation in personal relationships. Consolidation here essentially means that we need to let go some people from our lives not because they are not important- but bcoz they are very important and we want to remember them always with a smile.

And these days of course social networking has become a big arena in our personal lives – in fact we give access to information privy to ourselves, to the world though status updates. Sub-consciously our human mind, always seek feedback and thats where facebook and its entire world of comment acts as an stimulus addendum. Sometime we love, sometimes we hate these comments but definitely we do not ignore. Thats the risk we carry while exposing ourselves to social networking site, we kind of give license to people to write anything and everything about us. Personally, I will tend to block a person if he tries to cross the fine line of self respect- however easier said than done , as the nastiest remarks often come from the closest ones who are empowered naturally to make a bigger impact on you. Otherwise its fun..and best part is you get to know so many people and their random yet wonderful thoughts. Honest mostly!!!!

Was really looking forward to this weekend- Had a boys night out yesterday and with Praveen and Ankit, unlimited quantum of laughter guaranteed, its so true old friends are really gold.... looking forward to a rocking weekend with lunch at close friends place , watching the much-hyped Dabbang, for the entertainment it promises to offer, happily play games and make Balu scowl, whenever I win...Life has changed quite a bit after coming to Mumbai......have let go some emotions and relations, accepted a few change in equations....Choices we make are never easy but it is important to make one , to take us forward. Thankfully, few choices God has made for us, so whenever get lost in life, my cousin is just a ping away.....

We should never ever fear to make a choice and let ever anyone to make us so vunerable that we start losing ourselves. And most importantly do things, which keeps us happy!!!

Happy Weekend ...keep rocking!!!!! All izz Well:-)

Living a Beautiful Dream....

Rain...you come to my city
some times lashing down with a fury,
flooding down the street...
some times sprinkling gently from the sky,
kissing softly my feet........
I am with you rain out there always.....
to face your wrath when you are angry,
and to dance with you when you are happy,
you love me ,and keep coming,
speak to my eyes in the day,
whisper in my ears in the night.

Somewhere,some one is smiling,seeing the poor me,
A bundle of errors and wrong timing,
Wondering when I actually will open my eyes to see.....

I know rain, she has send you.....
to give me the feel of her presence
amidst all beautiful illusions that exists,
to turn me blind in every essence,
Her midas touch will make me see one day,
She knows right time is yet to set,
but it is not far away....,

She looks calmly down the valley,
with her eyes, laced with the Kohl,
her long hair falling over her shoulders,
like a black cascade,
with a smile that reaches her eyes,
and trembling lips assuring her,
wait is over.......

I have to find the way to you now,
Cant lose you for anything or anyone,
You kept your promise,
Our friend rain, washed away the black clouds,
for the sun to make the hay,to show me the way.....

Ray of Hope and love keeps us going....
It has been a eventful journey all the way,
In the valley of flowers, you had a long stay,
You know it will rain when we meet,
Suddenly, I can smell a sweet aroma around,
Is that you???????
Rains comes down,touches my eyes..I can see,
I know its you....
You turn around, I know for sure its you.....
I have known that smile, that can enlighten lives of million,
Cant miss your eyes, that has a story to tell,
My heart start skips a beat...
Soul filled with ecstasy,
Am I living a fantasy!!!!

I dont know if I am awake or sleeping,
Living a beautiful dream, or dreaming a fairy tale,
The grass beneath is soft, and can hear the bees swarming,
Can see your eyes,brimming with love....smiling!!!!

My Heroes

“ Sajde ki yeh hai laakhon, laakhon duyaein maangi, paaya hain maine phir tujhe…..chahat ki teri maine, haq mein hawayein maangi, payan hai maine phir tujhe, tujhse hi dil yeh behla, tu jaise kalma pehla,chahoon kyun na tujhko, jis pal na chaha tujhko, uss pal sajayein maangi paaya hain maine tujhe ….

As I listen to this song, I feel like singing this song to some heroes in my life --- None of these people are not geographically close to me but they are very very close to my heart. Their names are not important but what they stand for in life are extremely important for me. They are crazy in their own way, what is common between them they come across with simple philosophies in what they believe and their heart is full of love…some of them can express, some stay silent. These are extra-ordinary in their own way….they inspire me.

What will you say to the girl, who got destroyed in love…..yet she believes in her love unconditionally come what may. World advises her one thing…and she believes completely different thing….no power, no evil can stop her from believing what she believes—power of true love can overcome any thing…she cries, she laughs she is ready to face any situation, the glow in her face and optimism in her eyes inspires her and me, and gives me hope to re-instate belief in myself. She doesn’t want anyone to tell her she is beautiful, she knows she is. If ever any one falls in love with me, be it like her…….gutsy and mad in love.

And then there is this lady, I am yet to see a more graceful person than her. She speaks little but her eyes speaks volumes— She was never demanding, all she wanted to make the life of the person, she loves—happy, very happy. Some times love makes you handicapped, that’s what happened to her: her love is nothing short of devotion. People worships God, she worshipped her love. She was always misunderstood, some stood tall on her, some hid behind her…but all she wanted someone to stand beside her, holding her hand. And she confronted every storm—with silence. How many tears has her eyes oozed in silence, even God will not will be able to answer. And they were priceless……and she continues loving, as she protects carefully her soul and self respect, with a belief that one day every one in her life will understand and stand with her. Amen. If I had to die for someone, be it her………

I don’t believe the relationships that are the strongest are blood relatives—but with this one I have to contradict myself. He is part of my family—probably bcoz God wanted me to feel special. He has an unsual aura, has that special power to spread happiness…..he around you don’t know how time flies by. His heart is that of young kid, wanting for attention, and craving for love 24/7. He wants you to love everything that he loves---what he loves, he loves like crazy. I am yet to see a guy who loved a girl so much and yet lost in love. For him, love was his world….and his journey from this lover boy to a responsible individual, working hard in an unknown country, devoid of his own people, just for his family is truly amazing. ….I cant see him smile today, but just wish his smile never goes, which ever part of the world he is…..I know for the fact that love was his weakness some day which he has made his strength today….Be happy always!! If I ever feel paternal, its bcoz of him—he may have born to some other parents, but I know he is my kid…God has told me.

People say that God cannot be everywhere that’s why there are friends….how true. This person, I met when probably I was the most lonely soul on earth, away from parents and friends. He taught me to live life simple and uncomplicated—fun, frolic and each moment to the fullest. He made me experience the incredible madness…I don’t remember single moment when we were ever sad and depressed, in his company. Yet I know—he was devoid of love, he lost his dad when young and stayed away in boarding from family…..but he never swayed…He understands relationship yet pretends he does not…whenever he does not want to answer instead he smiles loud….we call him jungle boy, he makes strange noises and faces, to make us happy. And he tells me he wants to serve people in different countries—he is ready to give his high-salaried job to become a volunteer for unknown people. It makes me wonder, what elements are these people made of—just one wish to God, he is a very precious friend of mine..let me lose him never.


I dont know her well… yet every time she enlightens the social networking site with her status update, it gives me goosebumps. She talks simple things about relationships— yet they makes so much sense to me. It seems she loved someone deeply, her inner self writhed with the pain, yet talks about commitment and love…the colours of her statements paints the site with heart-red. She is out there to live her unconventional dreams, beyond the regular life…her energy and her love for music is infectious……..her eyes reflects hope and life , and she represents tomorrow!!!! She gives me hope to live another day, fall in love….

And of course I want to sing this song for Bombay and its people. Goodness of this city has embraced me once more. When I was ill, the bai at my house took care of me , got me medicines…when I was alone on the road, drenched in rain, a stranger dropped me home…….they all are my heroes. And I am sure there are many outside in the world, as to become a hero you don’t need might but heart full of love to conquer the world. Amen.