Caught in the rain

In the rain I dance

Swaying for your glance..

Will you pass as clouds?

Will you charm a storm?

No one shall know

This glow you left in me..

Fresh as the scent of rain

After a long dry spell..

I swim in your smiles..

Furtive, as they are

Have stolen me away

From prude and thoughts..

Dreamworld

Very commonly, a stirring song, can create thoughts. Too good, that you would want to pen them down. Such a song is Dreamworld and thoughts created are here for you.

My dreamworld. It's a pleasant place with cool warmly winds brushing by. Earth fresh, trees tall and air humid. A clear sky in the mid day makes sweat drops arise on the skin. A gushing air chills from within. Uneasiness exists only to make the coming of good feel pleasurable.

The scene looks different every time. It's the change that gives the familiarity. There are no extremes. No hysterics, no anger, no laughter, no sadness. Just pleasant smiles. Constant and unwavering. Peace exists here. No one cares of time. There is no trouble. It just feels right the way it is. Nothing is still. There is always a smooth flow. So smooth, it looks to be still from far.

There is no hunger. I graze my hand over the grasses. Each strand and tip tells it is itself and unique. A fresh energy flows from the touch. Gravity is loved. Lying on the ground, gives the feeling of being one with all.

Sky.. It's just there. Everywhere. In a dark night, the bright stars gleefully shimmer. A shooting star strides across the sky occasionally. The rest, dance elegantly in the big dark sky. The way they are, it always seems anew. It feels like hearing stories from eons back. Gives a feeling it is all about me, but from the distant past. 

A dawn begins, breaking across the dark sky. Stars go for their rest. A redness spreads everywhere. Eyelids heave mild, easily drooping. A picture that i can drink to my heart-full. No stops. No frames. Existence blended into everything. Life feels contented, comfortable - my dreamworld.

P.S.: In the picture is my favorite old broken coffee mug. Just like my dreamworld, it has its own character, that just can't be replaced by any other.

If i were a secret agent

If i were a secret agent, i would be doing these,

1. Wouldn't risk having meals at restaurants, in fear of enemy spies poisoning my food.
2. Go out at mysterious times in the night to have secret meetings with agent Q, X and Y from Headquarters and execute secret missions.
3. Always prefer going out alone, since going along with friends will endanger their lives to enemy's sniper shoots or even take them to the risk of being kidnapped to threaten me from aborting my missions. Family and friends are big liabilities in this occupation!
4. Know to pilot high power jets and planes. Slow moving vehicles like bicycles are not useful in this field.
5. Always carry a big baggage with bomb diffusion kit and some refill ammo to be ready for any possible encounters.
6. Would be proficient in weight lifting and judo, hence be strong enough to shift a 300 pounds mahogany table by self.
7. Have a very small social network and be discreet in revealing the identity.
8. Though actually multi-lingual, claim to know only one or two languages. It helps to retrieve unintended information from enemies.
9. Write public posts with secret information encoded in them.
10. Old habits die hard. Years of secret military office training is much visible, by the general like to be formally attired.
11. Wear shoes, not sandal for missions. Shoes have secret poisoned knifes that plunge open on a judo leg kick, rendering a silent quick death to the enemy.
12. Never for long, work at one place or stay at one place. Being on the move is the best tactic to always be under-cover.
13. Often be spotted talking to oneself. Actually, having a meeting with secret agent Q about next mission while speaking through the tiny ear piece transceiver.
14. Be proficient in the 'claimed-to-be' native tongue to the level of conversing convincingly good enough, but have bad grammatical mistakes while writing in them. 
15. Always be concise in what i say and avoid speaking much. Being liberal at words might lead to Nation's information being outed. Information is power.
16. Always look up at the sky, to make sure no alien intrusion is impending. Being an MIB, caution and alertness are necessities. Oh shoot! (wears the Ray Ban and takes out the Neuralizer. '''''Flash''''' ) You didn't read this line. Slap the person near you for stealing your bread sandwich.

P.S.: I'm having serious second thoughts about my career...

Nonsensical idiosyncrasies of the world (uh, maybe mine)

So, here we are, with the one and only aim to analyze the odd and unreasonable ways of world (yup, the simple worded title). Jumping right into it, have you ever been attacked by the forceful clasping act of others - The Hug! I don't understand why would anyone want to be hugged or worse - why would anyone want to hug another person?? I mean, bears hug! even when they fight!! But we are humans. It's quite common to see in movies, for a heroine to ascend up to heaven when hero touches her. That's bullshit! Genuinely, her hair would stand out like the cat's in the picture. Simply put, i would say "ban hugging!" and live happily ever after in the quiet, well secluded personal space, equipped with a sharp spear to plunge through anyone who comes nearer than a meter's distance.

 

Then, the world's second most important thing to change would be swearing. The 2 most common profanities in the place i currently reside are f*** & a******. My concern is they are not hurting, rather just plainly disgusting. Why do people forget the wonderful, elegant, wholesome and rich words like maniac, wacko, iDiot (note the stress in D), leech, whimper-er, repellant, glutton, sadist, loser! No no, i'm not cursing you. I mean, words like leech or glutton could make a person writhe in pain in and out! (sigh).. Hopefully, someday the world would be at par with me. 

Though there is a book full of things i would want to be changed or implemented in this world, i would just say one more and publish the rest in my book. We all like to walk and talk with people who walk along with us, which is quite normal. If we happen to walk alone, why shouldn't we talk? We have a lot of things going on in our mind. Wording them out, is just another way of expressing our thoughts. This is what i call self-talking, talking to oneself. It's not crazy, it's completely reasonable and understandable. In fact, if there is a crisis situation which you have to discuss and analyze, while there is no one to talk to - you can simply put a meeting with you, you and maybe also you. See! a three person meeting is arranged with no resources wasted. I'll tell you another instance. You want to make fun of somebody, but it is offensive to ridicule that person in front of another person. So you ridicule the person talking just to you and have a laugh riot hearing it for yourself. No one is hurt, you had a fun time and you would laugh in your head the next time you come across that person. Win -win! Hence, i suggest just like how talking over the mobile phone is accepted, talking to oneself aloud also should be accepted, embraced and appreciated!

Liberation

The season has changed. Bitter cold has given way to gentle breeze with drizzles. A change, which i really wished for, had set, giving the sense of liberation. If this minute change in weather, which has happened for countless times before, matters this much - a change in belonging, giving the first complete sense of freedom from the toils of many a decades, couldn't be expressed with merely "cliched patriotic" words.

To imagine oneself being at the precise moment of "26th of January 1950", feeling the freedom as an Indian, feeling the confidence in the change of ways and truly believing a brilliant and bright future - How i wish to be in that state of ecstasy! But it doesn't end there. As it is well known and said "With great power comes great responsibility", every Indian would have felt the heaviness of the freedom they have earned. A constitution was drafted by the best of minds, with the best of intentions. Political principles, duties and rights were assimilated from many other existing constitutions and adapted to the rich and diverse India, making the first ever draft of our very own Indian constitution. It seems to be no less than the birth of a beautiful child. Yes, Our India!

Today, when i fill forms declaring my nationality as Indian, a subconscious pride arises. The tri-color flag seems very much a part of my being, much like the part of my mother, father and brother. Especially, when living in a Foreign land, every distress and slighting over my nation's dignity, seems unbearable and unacceptable. It is true that there have occurred many a distressing mishaps in the past. Though I am not responsible for those mishaps, I am responsible to not have prevented it. I believe the solution for the problems, comes from taking the responsibility over it and trying to overcome them, though in however small measure it might seem. After all, with great power comes great responsibility. My ancestors have won the power of freedom for me and now it is my duty to conserve and protect it.

With all my heart, i wish to utter the same word said by many brave hearts on this same day - Vande Mataram!!!