A post...

No acknowledgement. No post. Am lost! So many memories, linger in my mind. I’ve travelled to a world of darkness. Guess I have gone blind. No acknowledgement. No post. But I am lost.

Entwined I am, signing the treaties of my heart. “Is it stagnation or a grinding halt? Questions my mind, with heights of fear. And then, I suddenly wake up. I realize, am here! Present in the present! I decide, to ‘treat’ my life than to retreat. Hoping the consequences to be sweet. Leaving behind the old rag, I move on, yet again! But now, with an acknowledgement. And a post!

Life is definitely a roller coaster ride and I seem to be enjoying it to the fullest! Losing in life and regaining what u have lost makes u the most confident person coz u r no more afraid of losing as u now realize your ability to regain.

Twist in the tale...

A novelist, an ex-politician, an artist, a teacher, an army man, a sportsperson. What an exuberant and a multi-faceted personality. Lord Jeffrey Archer! So simple, yet so rich like his works. He truly walks what he talks.

I have grown up with his “Kane and Abel” and “Not a penny less, not a penny more”. These are truly his best books. Certified page-turners. He has always captivated his audiences with his intriguing characters. He has never stopped enthralling his fans since then. He always gets a surreal, overwhelming response for all his works, which of course he deserves and about which the Lord is extremely delighted!
Happened to listen to this legendary writer on the ‘walk the talk show’ on NDTV the last Sunday. I was awe inspired by his art of dealing with details on the topics he was shooted. Colors of India came alive from Jeffrey Archer on this show. Be it the rock concert he recently attended, politics or IPL cricket. He says that he has always enjoyed watching India and England playing Test cricket at the Lords, minus the cheerleaders of course ;) (He is right. Why would you want these so called cheerleaders when there are 40,000 highly energised crowd cheering you. The essence and spirit of the game dies with this. This kinda cricket with the so called cheer leaders shall least be called 'bikini cricket'!). He was so much in appreciation for the Indian batting line up (need I say anything??)!
I realized that Jeffrey Archer and I do share somethings in common. He likes RK Narayan and so do I. He has the same opinion on Indian woman and traffic as I do. He says, “It’s high time they appoint some Indian woman as ministers. The next generation of women in India are going to the very top”. Watch for it!! ;) Wonder what changes Jeffrey could bring in if he is appointed as the Transport minister. I would definitely wanna look forward to that day though! Wish it could be a part of my probables list(Now, I know that’s too much to have said)[Wink].
Can’t wait to read his upcoming book which is in its draft version - 'Parts of glory'. “For the first time I am writing a story that is true. It has references to India as well”, he says. There are many “twists in the tale” he promises.

ಸ್ತಬ್ಧತೆ

ನಿಂತಿಹುದು ಅಚಲವಾಗಿ, ಅಲುಗಾಡದೆ ಭದ್ರವಾಗಿ. ಸಾವಿರಾರು ವರ್ಷಗಳಿಂದ .... ಕಲ್ಲಾಗಿ! ಎತ್ತರದ ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಗುಡ್ಡಗಳ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ಇಹುದು ಗಾಢ ಮೌನ, ಬಲಿತ ಮನ. ಅವುಗಳ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ಅಡಿಯಲಿ ನೆಲಸಮವಾಗಿಹುದು ಸಾವಿರಾರು ವರ್ಷಗಳಿಂದ ಹೆಪ್ಪುಗಟ್ಟಿದ ನೂರೆಂಟು ಮಾತು. ಆ ಸುಪ್ತ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನೊಳಗೆ ಏನು ಅಡಗಿಹುದು, ಬಲ್ಲವರು ಯಾರು? ಪ್ರಾಯಶಃ ಪ್ರತಿಧ್ವನಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ, ಮರುಗಿದ ಹಾಡು, ವೀಣೆಯ ತಂತಿ ಮೀಟಿದ ಹಾಗೆ. ಕೇಳಿಸಿದರು ಕೆಳದಂತಹ, ಕೇಳದಿದ್ದರೂ ಕೆಳಿಸಿದಂತಹ ತರಂಗಗಳನ್ನು ಕೇಳುವ ಕಿವಿ, ಆಲಿಸುವ ಮನ ಎಲ್ಲಾದರೂ ಇದೆಯೇ?

इंतज़ार....

tere bina saanjh dhalthi nahin
andheri raath kat thi nahi
tere intezaar mein main khadi rahi
mehsoos hota hai, tum aa gaye kahin

aankhon mein tere sapne suhane
yaad aathi hai tumhare nakhre bahane
gunguna dethi hoon aise hi kuch gaane
teri un yaadon ko barkharaar rakhne

teri yaadein jalathe hain in naram honton ko
tadpaathi hain in nasheeli aankhon ko
lagthi hai aag mere dil ke paron par
ro dethi hoon main, dho boondein tapkaakar

shyaam ki woh tandi hawa ka jhonka
bikharthi hai meri khaali ghata zulfon kaa
yaad dilaathi hai teri un shararathi baaton ka
aur meri sharmaane ki un tareekhon ka

chaand sitaarein sunaathi hain mujhe prem kahaniya
yaad dila deti hain mujhko teri woh jhooti vaadiya
dekar main tumhe main ek dho gaaliyan
chali jaathi hoon andhar savar ke baaliyan

aakhir thak gayin hoon raah dekhathe
meri aahat ko tum kyon nahi samajhthe?
khule hain darwaazein mere dil ke priyatam,
intezaar main khadi hai, teri sargam!

Sookhein hain yaadein teri...

Mark the Star

How wonderful it is,
To be what you are.
"I am what Iam"
Is the pitch to be a star.

Lets discover thee,
Within and without
So shall we grow,
Into a tree, spring sprout.

To evolve into a whole,
It takes pangs and pains.
Listen to your instincts,
To realize the mains.

Channelize the thought,
Yet, stay open. Stay broad.
Be kind. Be generous,
Make your way. And be glad.

Put up the best,
on the canvas of life
The tools you need -
are both brush and knife

Explore your potential.
Stand on the rainbow.
You shall be rendered,
a salutation and a bow

But, do care to declare,
how much to all, you Owe
That is when you stand out.
A shining star, hanging low!

L 'n' L

Life is a merry melody
Love is a haunting rhapsody

It is the unltimate remedy
For all world's greatest tragedy

We are now bound in a custody
In a wonderful net of spasmody

Monalisa: The mysterious smile :)

An enchanting smile,
"more divine than human".
casts a splendorous magic
around the florentine woman.


The lady's enigmatic smile
accounts so much puzzle!
Embedded in a scandulous file
creates a silhoutte of hazzle


The painted lady has eversince -
been the endless speculation.
The mysteriousness of her smile,
springs in hundreds of interpretation.


No curator does dare to work,
on this splendid master piece.
Running the risk of wiping, the smile,
off the striking, marvelous face.


All have grappled desperately,
with her smile, that strides.
As yet seeking helplessly,
what the tight lipped smile hides.


The innocence of the portrait,
attracts any, for its beauty.
Her soft seeming eyes follows you;
where ever you step, is indeed gaiety.


Its the subtle homage, Leonardo the genius,
has rendered in the past.
To the living face, which makes a milestone,
in the history of visual arts!


She smiles. And she smiles.
Haunting every heart.
The mystery prevails,
Across and away. Within and without.