Sunday, October 5, 2008

When do we start?

We all want to do a lot of things in life. It may be the smallest thing like being a little organised or a career change. We keep pushing starting something, rather than pushing ourselves to do it. I want to do a lot of things, I want to make atleast 1 successful documentary. I want to write. I want to start taking care of my health. But somewhere down the line, I keep pushing these things away, making space for miniscule things like loitering away.
Still, even after knowing that sometimes pushing things like that could be hazardous to health, we keep doing it! any reason why?

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Rain Rain

how many times have we sang the song rain rain go away.. come again another day. ? I have loved the rain, and I want the rain.. this! why hasnt it been raining? whats wrong.. I guess we all know the answer, we're facing the heat.. and now we are indeed facing the heat! best of luck to us!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

48th Street

here I am, on street no.48. I know exactly where I am. Have a vague recollection of how I got here. I know where I am supposed to go from here. street no. 48 is the perfect street, yet I know I can stay here forever. I need to move ahead. there is so much comfort here, so much love. Yet some people tell me that I shouldn't be here. They keep saying- There is a better route. But I have seen the other streets, through my binoculars. They don't seem to be good at all. Just 'coz others find that route interesting, doesn't mean I should spend my life there does it? I'm in love with the life here, everyday it seems more and more exciting. I have everything here. And I know I can make this place much better. And I don't mind losing the luxuries of the other street which i have left behind. The other streets have big lights and hoardings, they are wider and more crowded. But street no.48 is just perfect. Moderate lights- enough to see the truth, just enough to see the future too. Its simple, its neat, its exciting, its brilliant. Its everything I want.
And its mine. I don't want to leave street no.48.