Kal Ho Na Ho

For the first time in my blog the title goes in Hindi.

The title derived by one of the best movies I have ever seen, which captured my heart in all sense, living up to its title name. Today I find myself on the same boat not sure if I will make it tomorrow.

It's not about misunderstanding.But the tragedy began when the silence is not understood.

I have lately been taught, that the clap can happen with one hand.

The one hand which is the cause of all troubles

The one voice which is the cause of all troubles

Now its the silence which is cause of all troubles.

Not sure what next to add up to the never ending list of troubles, but yes one thing for sure its just the singular version which causes the trouble and they believe it will continue to do so.

Can thou let me know, what I am supposed to do, I had enough of the shallow understanding and not sure if I am there to add on to the list of trouble, KAL HO NA HO

Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.

Stylemaker

What is life?


Is it the flash of a firefly in the night?

Is it the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime?

Is it the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset?

When I was alone on a starlit night,
When by chance I saw the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat;
When I saw children in a moment when they are really children,
When I knew love in my own hearts
When I heard an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash

I realised the evolving entity, the demanding body, the surrounding pride all constituted for the artificial man in me.

Whom I trusted to understand me never understood
Whom I believed to be my own, never thought so
Whom I felt to by mine, was not to be
Whom I cherished to be my soul, has wandered
Whom I...
As the solitude hunted me, the new idol got created, with pain of lost trust, love and the wandered soul deep buried. I am Shattered and broken beyond repair.

But the misty mirror had one story to tell:
Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like.

Relaunch, Relance, Relanzar

I kept on waiting, to be released.. lone wolf from my world....

Saw the waves calling

Wind touched my hair invitingly

A small illusion, counterfeit love, spurious emotions all devoid me from sailing...

Alas!! How long should I wait..

Shackles are broken... Anchor has dripped down the ocean..

Steering lost his sheen, raft got tore

I am back... from the spurious emotions

Back into my blogs lap

Back to my howling days....

The Sail have begun... not to turn back to shore