Just thoughts...

The brain they say should be sharp and alert Forever and ever on your guard You should always be on your toes though deep in dirt But are these things so easy to ward They expect you to seem lithe and confident Ready to solve the latest puzzle But all the smothered steam hardly finds a vent To escape out, to tear the binding muzzle For me the surroundings seem so in a hurry  I need to match my pace with the big Ben All strive day and night heart on sleeves, mind in worry As the reel rolls by you start your walk towards the den The people make one so conscious about my bearings The etiquette, the manners all a play And the underlying mischief and subtle swearings  Yet God bless em all is what I say. Believe me if you will with your heartiest smile For all this is an art to live a day Be thankful that fog covers the naked truth for a while But if you wish you could make it sway Does it matter if a person thinks wrong about me It shou

Starting a series of quotes i stumble across.. #1

               The motor boat cut off its buzzing engines as it harboured on the coast of the unknown island. The air was salty and reeked. The boy barely of 19 years tied the boat to a ledge and got off it on to the sandy beach. If his co ordinates were not wrong this was the training island. The same island. According to the boy's well placed sources the Government machinery had now been shut down. The training centre was no more. But more importantly all the training staff had been relocated on the island itself. A self sustaining town had been set up. The boy made his way towards the town. The towering training centre mocked him from a distance. It was now used as the town hall. 'How pathetic'. A group of little children played on the streets with colourful marbles. Their innocent cackle was so ironic to the place which once was responsible for killing the innocence of children to churn them out as expert spies.. These children were the antecedents of the same cruel s

     What are wishes in fact. The desires of a conscious mind which percolate deep into our sub conscious mind. The strong emotions attached with a wish always add to the craving we feel for its fulfillment. We human beings have expectations from our surroundings. Right from the train arriving on dot time to the sweeper cleaning the roads spick and span. These are mere expectations. But at times we have expectations and desires with a combined craving for them to be fulfilled. Wishes give a naked picture of our mindset and the mentality we posses. The simplest of wishes have a striving person behind it. We wish to have a wide variety of things. The wishes vary from person to person. As we grow, our wishes blow away from the winds of fiction and imagination. They become complex. And yet our craving for them to be fulfilled remains the same.      We move on for example from wishing to be a bird to wishing for the latest smart phone available in the market. These wishes carry a slimmer o

               3 more kilometres through  the dense woods and he would be crossing over the boundary. Jayek made his way through the thick trees and creepers. The sun was supposed to be at its glory at noon. But the trees made it seem a night on the ground, clouding the rays. For forty years Jayek had been one of the best trained spies of his country. Orphaned at birth he was whisked away by the government machinery. Whisked away from the country of his birth to an unknown island for elite spy training. He and twenty other infants had been reared in secrecy on that island. Al Jayek had remembered was the spartan lifestyle and the rigorous mental training. At a time when children hardly learnt to speak Jayek was fluent in 13 languages. He had been exceptional in diplomacy and advocacy. The shrouded mission warden (the supreme in charge commander of the training centre) was especially proud of his protege. He could very well convince a cold-blooded goon to give up violence and become

          The very word misunderstanding, is so misleading. A person either understands a person or he/she doesn't at all. That's the case. Many times we feel that we do understand a person. But in fact we do not. That is sadly the cause of all quarrels and arguments. We face a dilemma when we do not understand the reason for a person's particular actions or thoughts. Each and every person thinks and understands at his/her own level. This level is decided by the amount and quality of impressions on the conscience of that particular person since childhood. These impressions go a long way in determining how we react to situation we face. The problem is diversity of thoughts. This happens because of a variety of reasons. We cannot help it. Misunderstandings have destroyed many a relations. This has caused enormous amount of pain trouble to the people in consideration. Usually two individuals. The individuals are two because everything in this world occurs in pairs. The pairs r

         ' Having the best for oneself' is a general tendency of us all. The best of amenities, even in fact the best chunk of a cake. This want gradually leads to want of special attention. The need of a complete dedication of a person or  a thing for oneself. Mostly children with no siblings display this trait. Having had no siblings to share toys, candies, books and all those seemingly little things leads to this trait in such children in later stages. All the love and pamper of the parents is directed towards the child. There is no second entity to tap away the shower of affection. All the goodies are available to the child alone. As the innocent years of childhood pass by, the habit of being possessive slowly seeps into the persona. The person is exposed to a multitude of friends. They influence the person to a large extent. Many times there comes by a special friend amongst them whom we get attached to. For a span of time we dedicate our whole and soul in that relation of

→→→ Sitting alone in the confines of the four walls I wait and wait by the window till my mother calls. →→→ Breaking the reverie of nostalgic memories The thoughts and events of the past like a breeze →→→ Shedding inhibitions and caution in the privacy of the mind I meet characters of lore, fiction, freedom and buzz of all kind →→→ Brings the heavy time a stream of rust All those little things  reappear from the dust →→→ Though time travel seems a game of falsehood Your mind takes you everywhere even if you simply brood →→→ Hundreds of familiar faces kept in our storage Yet the few strike the right key to break the cage →→→ Sometimes the world seems foolish and dreary And at times so vivid, that its my eyes that become weary →→→ A certain voice prods me to keep up the faith within  For its belief that matters when the mind is in a huge din →→→ Starved to see a see a real face sans a mask No politics, no make up, just a straight a task →→→

               Time and tide wait for none they say. What is time? A quantity which has never yet been defined. And it won't ever be. There are some things which are beyond the naive and commonplace ideologies. The theory of relativity by one of the greatest minds, Dr. Albert Einstein says that everything in this universe is relative. If we think over this very proclamation, we do really find it to be true, even in case of time. We haven't yet been able to deduce the begining of time. For me time has been a fascinatingly mysterious entity. It has always mocked generations of thinkers to delve deeper into their conscious powers to dispel the fog surrounding it. Time is such a thing that passes at its own natural pace. For our own convenience we have divided the earth into imaginary time zones.                       All this has somewhat complicated our schedules and routines. But can we really know more about time. We live our lives on this planet which is rotating around its ow

              On the similar grounds of the glossy Barclay's English Premier league, the Indian cricket board officials kept up their tradition of aping the west like the majority Indians to present the Indian Premier League  or the Indian Paisa League). The six years of this so-called 'cricket' league have given  the people a perfect example of an Anti-climax. The descent from a real league to a true cricket lovers' eyesore. There are times when I literally cringe at the sights. Controversies galore to this extravaganza. The league is played for the public. Sheer entertainment. It follows the line of dishing out mindless entertainment. So it is no surprise when you find a Sameer Kocchar or a Danny Morrison dressed up in a sherwani chatting up the lost and forgotten cricketers of the yesteryear's. Or a skimpy clad 'imported' cheer girl gyrating to rock numbers every time the red cherry crosses the boundary line. Merchandise stores have found yet another way