Being Saptitude

When life is out of control, is it really that easy to roll your lips, blow a whistle and say all is well? Many would believe so. And I'm sure there are some who have found it to be true. But what of those who can't whistle? Of those who don't have a song on their lips or a tune in their hearts? Of those who can't paint, who can't dance, who cannot find rhythm? Of those who eat, but cannot cook? Of those who clap but are never clapped for? What of them? Why must only a few be celebrated by the uncelebrated masses? Is it because the "uncelebrated masses" do not have a bias for action? Those who succeed apparently started somewhere. And kept on trying till they succeeded. Like the proverbial ant. Or was it a spider? But the spider and the ant know what they want. A cobweb. Or the piece of sugar. What if you have a cobweb to stay in and a guaranteed source of sugar? And you do want to do something, but do not know what, much less how? Is it always easy

Roni was in a rush. His chemistry tutor had taken an extra half an hour of class today to explain about metals and non-metals. As if he needed the explanation. He had been raiding his elder sister Tanni's table for over 3 years now, studying the notes and solving the problems she would give to her engineering students while they struggled. Roni was in class 10, but he felt like he was ready for college. But that's not why he was in a rush today. He was late for his daily fix. Every day of the week he used to visit a different tutor straight after school. Staying in a small town filled with educators meant that nothing, especially teachers, was too far away. But every place, and everyone, has secrets, and he had discovered many nooks and crannies where, on his way home, he could indulge in the cigarette procured from the school peon in exchange for a part of his tiffin - usually a snack like an apple or some mithai, or the joint received from the school bully as reward fo

"I am sure you are family, though you have doubts. The neighbours interfere all the time, and fickle that you are, you keep transgressing under their influence. "At times I think that I have started hating you, and think you are quite the ungrateful pig. For not appreciating the times when I have lent you a helping hand in times of distress. For not appreciating that the pain I cause you, is only to remove your gangrenous bits, giving you a chance to become stronger. For not appreciating that my vision of our family is the absolute truth, and there can be no two ways about it. For not appreciating my efforts at trying to remove your doubts. "Know this - I will never let go of you. You are mine, and I will not let you go. Even if that means fighting every day. Even if it means that all my energies are so spent in keeping you with me that I can barely do anything else. Even if it means that the neighbours keep poking in our family. "I love you. M

My Boarding Pass for Martian Flight!

So many people say that. And while there may be some truth in it, its equally true for most people that enjoying life is usually too expensive. A hundred years back, may be, it was easy, and cheap, to get amused. a walk along the river, or in the park, evenings spent with family, a friendly round of the sport of choice... people could afford these... But now, all of these are expensive or difficult or both... A walk along the river... you may end up with a slipped disc from a fall or even fall prey to criminals or policemen. A stroll in the park... most parks are locked up for good, or have been encroached upon. Family time is becoming non-existent due to hectic work and travel schedules, and the omni-potent presence of the idiot box means that whatever little time the family spends together is only a physical presence Sports are costly today - check out the paraphernalia of equipment required, and the quite often ensuing medical care The two most important reasons why rel

Someone said that life is not about happiness. It is about overcoming a series of challenges in a "Pursuit of Happyness." Some enjoy this pursuit, others get frustrated. Happiness is not measured by the size of your car, the plushness of your house, or the number of stamps on your passport. Some would say that the more material pleasures you have, the more unlikely it is that you will be happy. The essence is to do something which brings a smile to anothers face. Knowing that someone cares for you makes you fulfilled. Knowing that you are the fulfillment of someone's life, makes you happy.