A lance of light in the sky....

Its been a few quite a bad days in a row and when i got an invite from my colleague to come to his farmhouse for a few drinks and a cook out.. I jumped on it.. This place is near the Delhi airport and as it is bit away from population and traffic,  it is very very  quiet...

Sitting on a mooda, nursing a drink, watching the chicken cook over a slow wood flame, i hear an aircraft take off and i look to the sky.. Its an amazing sight to see an aircraft on its climb with its headlights turned on... You can see the  beam of light projecting ahead like a lance of light  in the sky piercing darkness ahead as the heavens claim the aircraft...

It reminded me of my car with the headlights on... How it would look to the pilot..  What is the romanticism attached to being a pilot.  A pilot is just another driver ..Most of the time the aircraft flies itself...

Is it because he does regularly what every human dreams of doing .. Fly.......

Is it the flight , or the idea of flying where you want .. of being free to chose.. .



A lance of light 

i look at the dark  empty sky
raise my arms to stretch high
trying to touch the stars with the tips of my fingers
a memory of my dream lingers
of my desire
to be free
i wish i could try
i wish i could fly

i wish..................

Down and out.. but not yet...........

I met this person..  Pretty .. Very intelligent, Very verbose..  Blunt and truthful she called it .. I called it rude and obnoxious ( would have agreed if she could take what she dished out). Yet I saw potential, that soft human spark that came to light sometimes..  That intermittent spark which would be shut down as soon she became aware of it.. I always wondered what had happened to turn this awesome sensitive person into someone so suspect of everyone and everything around her..

Life sometimes questions us.. our faith .. our resolve..  even our sense of who we are.. It changes us , molds us in ways we could never imagine..does it  really now?.. some say we are molded under pressure into the real person that we really are deep inside.. Well.. i refuse to believe that.. I believe we become someone who can survive that  pressure.. Good or Bad.. to survive is important.. The problem is we stay that way until we have some other overwhelming reason to change...

Wonder how i have turned out after my knocks in life..

I really wonder....

Love, life and things like that............

Is liking and caring for someone a crime. Is controlling your instinct to lash out and be mean a sign of weakness?.. why do people mistake affection for weakness. Why do people not understand that it takes more courage to do that.. Being mean is easy, it comes naturally to all.. On the other hand....

It seems to be more the truth that niceness is appreciated after some meanness.. But that is woman....

I see what could be .. People see what is..  Que Cera Cera.. I wish.. I wish...

Bollocks to life ..

People are strange.. Wonder why they cannot be honest to themselves.. They promise to be different.. In the end they are all scared human beings belittled by the big thing called life..   Emotional crutches and excuses we look for trying to justify why we cannot be happy.. Everyone else is at fault.(so they say). or is it that society has packaged happiness like fast food and we search for happiness in that package..  No matter what you say we are all scared to actually live..

What crap .. Live life be happy.. You only have one lfe.................