Saturday, April 30, 2011

what a day to wake up to.....

What a day to wake up to... is what I told to myself as soon as I got up this morning
It's weekend so morning obviously has to start a bit late..... but, this was like waking up in the night again, outside was so dark that it was practically impossible to believe that it was already 8 in the morning, I rechecked my watch read the same again, then to confirm I quickly glanced over the wall in front of me where there was the Africa-shaped clock and the pointer was pointing towards the head of lion that told me... yes it was actually eight in the morning only to make me pull off the curtains and peep out of my window again realizing that it were clouds conquering the sky By the time I got out of  the bed and got my cup of tea it was only thunders I could hears, flashes so frequent that it felt like being over a red carpet stuck in a paparazzi storm, and thunders so loud that I actually was tempted to believe that the world perhaps is really coming to an end.
Anyway, it's a day off and though I might be having a zillion thing on my to do list,but i am not going to lose this moment for anything, I need to sit, take some time off, throw off my burdens for a while and just sip the tea slowly and enjoy all the performances the nature is putting up...

a slice of today's ktm- morning ....

ps-we know how the world today is, we are so caught up in our lives and in our world,  straightening our mess, that we have almost forgotten that there exist some beautiful things in our lives which are quite capable of giving simple unadulterated pleasures, those may not be big things, and may not give give those big kicks, but just for a moment stop and stare around you, nature keeps doing wonder, atleast give it a smile back so that it will remain motivated keep spreading its magic and we would continue to have atleast one reason to smile upon each day....

Have a Good Day :)

Sunday, April 17, 2011


This is no news that my creativity has taken a dip....
and I no longer feel capable of writing any beautiful nonsense or any sensible crap
 for now when life seems a complete mess and 
 I'm the Master of Mess-Making
 I'm busy in getting myself neck-deep into it, not trying to come out of it
 and the best part, not even crying over it openly :)
(that's how I'm, a coward with a mask of brevity)

But, yes I'm full of human follies and I don't feel any shame accepting it
and hence I do agree that going trough tough times isn't the best possible thing happening and
what so ever people suggest or say, how so ever the self-help books and gurus claim
 it ain't that easy !
But,(yes yet again another 'but')... but, trust me when I say that all of us are blessed with some self-help mechanisms, we actually never are so very helpless as we imagine ourselves to be.
Even when the condition is completely out of our hand, we have a choice....
we have a choice as to how will we react to the entire thing....
The Right to React (when, where and HOW) is entirely Mine .

I too have my own mechanism,
 I pray,
 and how so stupid they might sound but I do go through self-help books with those so true/untrue miracle and courageous stories and pieces of writings
After all every human being on the earth is either in love or hatered relationship with life
and trust me these two are such strong emotions that when felt strongly, 
they can make you do anything endure anything and win anything !

For me one such thing self-help thing is this poem which is cliched,yet a very strong inspiration

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

 ( W E Henley)

ps: don't know if i am making any sense but if this poem inspires you even a bit, the purpose will be served :)


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