Deepawali.

Diwali? What all crackers did you light? - The two questions almost seem to be back2back always dont they? For someone like me who has given up crackers, its always a pain to make people understand that there is more to diwali than just dhoom-dham-dhishum.

Its been three years since I have burst a cracker. And looking back at the reason why I stopped I dont think I am picking it up again too.

Nope, nothing very personal about it. I mean it is personal alright but not private. Three years ago, diwali was a blast affair, literally too. After bursting a huge ton I walked into my bedroom. I still shudder when I recollect what I saw. Koti, my pet cat, was gasping for breath... Choked up and all. I realised what was happening. She was sitting right next to the window-sill (That was her place) and flower-pots were going off right outside. The smog, the air laced with fumes was too much for her to take. I immediatly took her off to ma-pa's room and we stayed in there for quite sometime. Away from all the noise and din. I was then I realised what harm that little bit of fun we seek in those noisy stuff does.

I know I have turned a new leaf for sure. After reading this - Will you?

The waves and the rocks!

The other day a discussion erupted at the coffee table. Something to do with the lyrics of an old song... Something to the effect of the waves kissing the rock repeatedly. Now, lyrics have an odd way of raking up a chain reaction in you.

Ever noticed how buoyant the waves are? How stoic the rocks are? What can make anyone think that the childish waves can move or change the rock? The rock doesnt seem to move, the waves seem to be self-destructing. But all that remains in the end is for all to see. The rock that did not move, could not escape the influence of the waves either. For ages now, rocks are identified is by the patterns waves etch on them - steadily, continously, without fail... The wave died years ago but it still lives on through the marks it made!

Love wins, doesnt it? :)

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them?

Or Everybody is perfect until you fall in love with them? Why do the flaws throw themselves up in such a blantant fashion, in full view the moment you wish to check them out as a prospective partner. Why the hell are we so warped up in the image of Mr Right and Ms Perfect that someone who misses by say 1 nano-meter seems like a sore thumb sticking out?

Why the hell do we try and impulsively change the person we are in love with or attracted to? Why doesnt anyone talk of celebrating the differences?

What makes us, the simple imperfect souls worthy of craving for angels? Why is it that instead of letting love overpower us, we try and wrestle logic with love?

A silent scream

Left behind in the race of life
In the frentic pace, I have forgotten to live
I think of all the times I have erred
At the waste of it all, I grieve

At times I look back with regret
Wishing all this was just a bad dream
I regret the death my innocence and naivete
I let out a stifled silent scream