I'm back

By now you might be snickering at my laziness. I don't believe in subterfuge because I don't need to. Let me be honest: I have been swamped with work. I had to juggle between office, hospital, home. That left me with no time to sit in peace, reflect -- and hit the qwetry. Yet I am conscious that I have not written anything on these pages for quite some time now. And that is not a good omen. Trust me, I wish to jot regularly. Just that things get the better of you -- at times -- and you forget simple things in life -- like expressing the ferment of my heart.

Amidst all the hullaballo around us, life actually seems a shade listless. We repeat the same darned routines till our life becomes nothing more than a mean machine. We try to comfort ourselves with the thought that we are chasing some fanciful future, as we run almost unbridled in this race to nowhere. In the whole process, we forget to live. And we forget love. And we forget that the most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.


Samy

He's back!!!

Thats my kid-bro: Kokes. He's recovered after a major surgery, as this yesterday pose clearly reflects.
I've been a little taken with him and other urgent stuff.
Now that he's back, I too can get back to amuse your grey cells.

Watch this space for my posts.
Samy

Recuperating Adonis!!!

Kokes with me in a recent pic -- recovering from his operation.

Unrealistic me!

We have been taught to believe that negative equals realistic and positive equals unrealistic.
`Susan Jeffers, best selling American Author

I can be a little impossible at times. At others I might be a dash doltish. I have even been dubbed unrealistic, which I genuinely think I am. See, it is plain as a pikestaff. You can’t be levelheaded all the time. 24 X 7. It does help -- at times -- to rap your fingers on a half-drunk cup of coffee and doodle in your head: God, why did you make this world so unjust? Why did you have to program some hormones asymmetrically? Why did you make hearts soft? You could have put in some odd, cold lump in there – with no feelings, right? And why can’t I hear this laughter – that appears so spontaneous – forever?

Ironically, unrealistic blokes never get straight, realistic answers. So… I reckon, in my wildest artistry, God might consider my importunity and care to utter: I did not make the world unjust; it is the people who made stupid norms and then ordained you to follow. I didn’t wire anyone differently because I hardly fiddle with my beloved creation. If people think the glass is half empty, they forget it is half-full, also. I made hearts soft so that people may love and thank me for the magnificent feeling that love always brings. And then God may add: when you listen to the silence of nature and the melody of music, the cracks of your fav laugh will touch your eardrums. Relax.

Fetter me if I sound unrealistic. What do you do when some voices crack like that of a kid's? If the rasp of some breaths, draws you so close that you can feel your pulses tense up. If some gazes appear more laidback than ambitious. If certain actions look more warm than studied. If some dreams are too good to be forgotten. If some archaic innocence in you tells you: Don’t explore, man, for you truly love only once! Am I unrealistic if I lie on my bed in complete silence and my mind wanders? It goes far away, feeling good about something, worrying, caring, missing, tarrying and loving. It is indeed hard, very hard to explain the exact rhyme of my poem.

I hope I could explain better? Alas! I can’t cos’ I am not too realistic.

Samy

Happy New Year

Before one can even previse about all the goodness and joy and mirth that 2007 is expected to bring, we are already two days into the newborn year. My friends in New York stood at the Times Square – in freezing temps -- to witness the sparkling Waterford Crystal New Year's Eve ball make its descend. At 11:59 pm, for the last 100 years, for each single year the ball is lowered. It appears beautiful – as millions of voices unite to count down the final seconds of the year, and celebrate the beginning of a new year full of hopes, challenges, changes and dreams.

I believe the New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights. We are effusive, perky and exultant on the New Years. At the advent of 2007, I was sipping exotic Russian green tea, chatting with my charmed inner circle – my pals. It didn’t feel anything, to be honest, yet I was immensely conscious that we are entering a brand new year!

Two days into 2007, I can’t schemer –- that’s a cute word, and that sounds like me –- the events of 2006. Humans are not almanacs that chronicle dates and days. However, I do remember beautiful moments I spend during my Kashmir holidays. I recall one of my best buddies got married. I recount how I nearly missed death in a freaky car-crash. I recollect how you just think of those you love when you see death that closely. I must confess, I fell in love again and again in the year bygone and interestingly – with the same thought, same feeling, and same set of eyes!

A happy New Year! Grant that I
May bring no tear to any eye
When this New Year in time shall end
Let it be said I've played the friend,
Have lived and loved and labored here,
And made of it a happy year.

God bless.

sameer