"That is why I write- to try to turn sadness into longing and solitude into remembrance"
-Paulo Coelho

Friday, February 18, 2011

Sometimes all you can do is just wait for your turn.........


Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,

Dear God please pick this time, this ‘thirsty crow’;


Years of HALT, I'm tired of waiting.

Besides, I can smell it;

It’s my cup of tea and it’s intoxicating.


I know that you know that I won’t let you down.

Just once and for all, try me,

oh my!Great Grand Lord!


Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,

I think it’s time I get what I've been craving since long.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Daze

Oh my..it’s such a night! Lights, fireworks, magical fountains, wine and soft music...WOW!

I look into the mirror and raise a toast to the host of this grandeur party and then I smile! I look around and here I see myself surrounded by the most amicable people. Among them are the incredible few who stood by me through thick n thin. I feel so lucky. “The goodness of god is felt the most when you have the most beautiful people to celebrate it with”-I say to myself and I smile. Just then I hear something-”You guys are just wonderful”. I turn around and blurb out-“they are mine”. I met the gaze of my ‘wonderful’ parents and then I look down, quiet aware of the consequences of my reflexes. A pause and our eyes meet again. My mother winked at me and then all of us busted out in laughter.

It's just so very amazing. Finally, I got it all...Lord I could have just not asked for more. It's my day, I finally made it, got it all. Whoa!

A sudden rush of thrill ran into me and I rejoice.

Just then some music seeps into my ears. ‘Oh! It’s not good’, I confessed it to myself. It’s kinda humming of a mosquito, a fly or whatever. My focus shifted when I hear a knock. I wonder which of my lovely ones have come over to join. But then I look around and I wonder that where can I possibly find a door in an open space. I run and run, all in sweat, in search for the door. The knock is incessant, each time the pitch higher. In panic, I slip and go down with a thud. God, it really hurts! I exclaim. I try to get my gaze straight and look up only to find myself in my room, on the floor, entangled in my blankets. Gosh!! I hear the knock this time graced with my maid’s voice-“Didi gate kholiye”. ….

The clock told 9:15 AM and I know am late for office.