Utopia...

I wish I was born in a world…
Where humans don’t draw the dagger against each other….
Where friends don’t refuse to acknowledge each other..
Where women don’t have to worry before stepping out alone…
Where nature is not tampered with…
Where every being is held in due respect..
Where religion, caste, creed and color cease to matter…
Where creatures live and let live…

May be it’s an utopia…
But may my journey be cut short in the most legitimate manner
Before it degrades any further….

The panacea

Nothing can soothe my mind better than good music and may be good literature(which I discovered quite late)……
Books and music can indeed be one’s best friends. Nothing feels better than receiving genuine comments on one’s creative pursuits. Even if they are negative sometimes, they help one grow.
My mentor in Rabindrasangeet is one of the finest ladies I have ever met. She sings extremely well. There is a particular style in the pronunciation of Tagore’s words which can be mastered by a few. All these years spanning over a few decades, she has continued pursuing her passion for music in the finest possible way. Still she continues to learn even today and thus inspire others ……

Thoughts...

Sometimes, I make a conscious effort of not raking up my past. But my past with its somewhat eclectic blend of sad and happy moments seems to assert its existence as if it is very much a part of me.
Fretting about past mistakes lands one nowhere. At the same time, thinking about the happy moments makes one yearn for more of them.
Sometimes I find myself harboring weird thoughts….
While in my early teens, I found myself sympathizing with Timothy McVeigh. He was the Oklahoma bomber who was executed by lethal injection. Though he claimed so many innocent lives, I found myself feeling sorry for his plight. As a child, he had been bullied in the playground so much so that, he went on to develop a deep hatred for anyone who wielded power over the weak.
Circumstances can make a Judas out of a Jesus. Legend has it that, the same person who posed as baby Jesus for Michaelangelo’s painting, grew up to be his model for Judas.
Right and wrong, good and bad, seem so much relative at times. But great thinkers like Bertrand Russel have argued that “We say a thing is good when on its own account, it ought to exist and bad when on its own account it ought not to exist.”

Perspectives changed as I grew up. Condoning a wrong act is an offence in itself. It is not that I have never wronged and have always been wronged against. Sometimes I have hurt the ones who are closest to me. Being headstrong has proved suicidal for me sometimes, as much as it has helped me on a few occasions.
Sometimes, my acts are aimed at alleviating my pain temporarily, often disregarding the long term consequences. I find myself being swept by the wave of my emotions. The heart has overpowered the mind on countless occasions. The best I can hope for is, learn and learn………..

THE ZEPHYR and I...

An attempt to translate one of Tagore’s songs…
Though the beauty of the original song is nonpareil, and I have hardly done any justice to it; what appealed to me nonetheless are the feelings underlying his words…


I wont wait till you come, I would venture out.
The flowers are shedding their dry leaves, the time is ticking away…
The zephyr blows wild all of a sudden…
Unleash the shackles, unleash them.
I row my boat in the middle of the river.
The moon is sleepless in this full-moon night.
Here I am rowing the boat of my dreams all alone…
Of the path that leads to you, I am unaware…
Does it even matter?
There’s no looking back, as I trudge along…

Shrouded

You speak a lot without saying anything…
The hopes of comprehending your words , I have relinquished.
With your busts of laughter,
You wish to reach to the one who stays deep within.
That’s precisely why I want to hide from you.
I can still see you , though you cant see me.
A dense fog covers my mind, blurring it from its own vision.
Lest I be taken in by your pretense,
I wish to run away from your sight….