March 25, 2010


This incident happened when i was studying 2nd std ( i guess), well, in my childhood. . This illustration is neither an history nor some great adventure-cum-experience. . and i have no reasons behind the post, except the way i am feeling right now and the contra-memory behind the feeling. .

Dated one and a half decade back, there was a small elocution competition held in my sweet simple school and the topic given was "if i were the prime minister of India". . And i remember making a clear speech that was written by my aunt. . Though the ideas that i voiced out did not originate from my mind, i did feel important when i did the talk. .

The moment of importance. . The moment of confidence and magnanimity. .

I never gave it an after-thought. . Maybe i would have really become the PM by now if i had.. (just kidding:P). . Well, i just realized that the feeling of importance had been illuminated deep inside my heart for a long time. . I realize it very well now, because i feel that i have lost it recently. . though unsure whether i have lost just the brightness or the entire light. .

Hoping to find an answer soon. .

P.S. : Too many questions, and i feel that life keeps going on in the quest for answers, but we stay indifferent to the answers and be focussed on further questions. . In the end, not the solutions but the search that matters. .

March 18, 2010


I remember..
I still remember..
though it was a long time back,
I still have it in my stack..

I remember. .
the hands that held me whenever i walked,
with a tight hold, making sure that i never balked. .
the plans that i made without flaws,
the walls and gates i had jumped across. .

the tunes that made me dance,
the scribblings and everything i made, being referred as masterpiece at once. .
the stars i had counted and the constellations i had drawn,
the fantasies i had gone. .

the friends who sought me whenever and wherever i hid,
the teddy that all the time accompanied. .

the claps that cheered me,
the laughs for my childish jokes,
the swings that made me go high,
the accolades that made me fly. .

the clarity of my own eyes,
the acclaims for all my activities,
the food that ensured me health at the least,
the sleep that gave me the peace. .

I remember,
being active and creative,
being adventurous and humourous,
being admirable and adorable. .

I remember,
having friends, with whom fights are the only thing that doesn't last,
having well-wishers, for whom my wishes and views accounted foremost,
having an audience, to whom even my dream talk was the speech at its best. .

I remember,
being appreciated,
being successful,
being clear in mind,
and being light at heart. .

I remember,
feeling health, character. . . . and LIFE!!

But still,
i couldn't remember,
the place i had taken the diversion,
the time i had gone through the inversion. .
the moment that had upturned every single thing. .

Cos' childhood is not something to be considered as a memory or be referenced in past tense. .
it's just the precedence of our present. .
it's still what we are and who we are. .

Echoing with the strings of my heart-felt yearnings,
"Give me some sunshine,
Give me some rain,
Give me another chance,
I wanna grow up once again"