Monthly Archives: July 2015

Demise of the Missile Man

India’s 11th President Dr.A.P.J Abdul Kalam(83) passed away on Monday evening, July 27, 2015 at a hospital in Meghalaya, where he had gone to deliver a lecture. We will forever mourn the loss of this intellectual widely known as The People’s President.


We mourn the loss of this rare gem of our country, former president Dr. A.P.J.Abdul Kalam, but his ideals will forever remain engraved deep within our hearts. He lived a life of purpose and honor and his efforts for making the youth worldwide realize their potential was no doubt commendable. He has flown to the land of eternity but I hope we will always keep him alive within ourselves by walking on the path he showed us. Let us give him condolence by promising him that we will honestly do our parts in creating the nation he dreamed of. May his soul rest in peace.


Book Review for ‘An Isolated Incident’ by Soniah Kamal

Just to say that I loved this novel would be an understatement.Half way through the novel I felt as if I was reading Khaled Hosseini. I have always appreciated intense writing but believe me when I say this was different. Having touched upon numerous sensitive human issues Soniah has very intelligently weaved the words into a lyrical masterpiece. From the moment I started reading it I was captivated by some magic spell. The reader would not be at peace unless the book is finished in one sitting. It is that engaging. And long after you are done it will be lingering somewhere deep inside you, asking you questions, escalating conflict and forcing you to ponder over the issues cited in this book through a story that is undoubtedly the reality of lakhs of people languishing over parting from their loved ones, permanent loss of family and friends in wars and the dirty games of politics. This book has amazingly explored the issues of global concern as well as the inner torments of both young and old; all characters fighting their own battle. It brings cognizance to the plight of people still perplexed about their origin and history. It has delineated the picture of Kashmir in a way that would surely make the reader wish to know more about it, meet the people of this place, embrace the culture of this land. Laced with tragedies, haunting memories and unending misery this book will show you that even hope as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. Happy reading!


( I wrote this post to express my deepest remorse and heartache regarding the heart wrenching massacre of Tuesday, Dec. 16, 2014 in which about 132 innocent school children were mercilessly murdered at Army Public school in Peshawar, Pakistan.The Taliban gunmen have given us all a reason strong enough to question whether they are even humans.For a country already weary of never ending terrorist attacks it was like applying a salt-spread on fresh wounds.May the almighty put some fear in the hearts of these cold-blooded beasts. And may those little angels rest in peace.)

With hopes dashed,

Promises crushed,

Dreams shattered into fragments

Little souls tormented by fears

Have left the sadistic earth,

Uncertain whether they wish for rebirth

For the world seems not to change.

Nursing its animosity and hatred for the mankind

The world is headed well on its way towards doom,

And in its meaningless war of religion and politics

It has forgotten the sacredness and beauty of humanity,

To undoubtedly perish in the days to come.

Those little souls were the most precious gifts of nature,

Yet they were brutally burned

In the fire of the spleen of those barbarous monsters.

Even millions of prayers and apologies

Are not enough to bring them back

For they are gone forever,

Never to return.

What remains is just their blooded footprints on the sands of time.

They were supposed to live, learn and explore

Yet they have been sent to the lifeless pages of history.

However I am glad that the world put me out of my illusion

And I can already put a full-stop to my quest for humanity.

For the world never seems to get tired of giving

instances of its brutality.

The Tempest Queen



Sympathizing over her broken appearance,

torn sails,

falling masts,

they ask her whether she regrets her battle with the tempest

and with a mirthless smile she replies

I am rather glad for the encounter,

for it made me stronger and more valiant.

Ephemeral was my dread and abhorrence

however ageless and eternal is my experience.

I have been trounced by mighty thunder bolts,

continually whipped by the merciless wind,

despite carrying a ravaged soul

I managed to keep myself warm

from the fire burning deep within.

I have tasted the water of seas worldwide,

have witnessed flashes of both hell and heaven

while adoring the revelations of the earth sublime.

Equally astounded by the viciousness of beasts in human masks

and beauty of the lands divine.

It was not my recklessness,

rather my ardor.

Others may say that it was not worth the price i paid

but that does not change the truth

that ships are not built to be held back

safe in the harbor.

Fragile, tenderfoot and a wimp was I

before i fearlessly sailed on the voyage of my life

and now as they see me

they say here goes the ‘Tempest Queen’

whom neither death can menace

nor fate can surprise.


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Snatch away from me all my relations,

leave me lonesome like a desert flower.

But I live not in vain.

Despite my seclusion I will bloom.

Through my loneliness I will smile!

Rebuke me with sword like words

piercing through my flesh creating a thousand fresh cuts.

Scarring my soul with your ugly remarks,

mark me with your hatred and wrath.

Through my relentless pain, I will smile!

Write against me and spread it like fire.

Defame me in the worst ways possible.

Snatch away from me my dignity, reputation and pride.

Even if not a single soul stands by my side

I will fight the battle on my own.

Through my hardships, I will smile!

Crush my emotions,

trample my heart.

Drain me of all human sentiments.

Push me into the darkness of the dungeon with everlasting grief and pain.

I will be my own glow worm.

Through my resentment, I will smile!

Burn me down.

Scrape out from me every bit of life.

But, like a phoenix I will rise from my ashes.

Through my revulsion, I will smile!

Try to erase my very existence.

Drown me in the sea of stern agony.

But, like a feather I will float to the surface.

Devoid alike of love and care

I will smile through it all.

I will survive!

Happiness :)

Rested on piles of pillows..wrapped in a blanket..sipping hot coffee from your favorite coffee mug..headphones pouring heavenly music to your ears..reading a book you wanted to read since long. For me THIS is bliss!!

“For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed…”~ Kahlil Gibran

The Priceless Childhood

Blooming like petals of young flowers

Captivating the passers-by with their buoyant smiles

Were playing a bunch of innocent kids

Unaware of the goings-on of the onlookers’ life.

He kept gazing at the vibrant souls

Recollecting memories of the good old days

When there were no worries of the future

And no fear of lagging behind in the rat race.

When his eyes were sore with shedding tears

And ceaseless was the burn

His heart wished for nothing

But for his blissful childhood days to return

When there were no ties and laws to chain his soul

And he was free as a bird to fly far and high

There was no fear of the unknown

And for him limit was the sky.

Captivated by his relentless ache

Mindlessly he walked on,

Shattered by the pang of truth

That his priceless childhood was never to return !

Perhaps Death Can Give Me What Life Could Not!

Soaked in the ceaseless rain

Pouring heartlessly from the endless horizon

Stretching far beyond my eyesight

I stand here watching the tides rise and fall

Allowing the painfully icy breeze to splash on my face

With the hopeless illusion as of washing away my pain.

My soul has been tired of being haunted by

The same livid sentiments

Trying every now and then to suffocate me to death.

All these years it has been crying, wailing, pleading me to let go of it.

But here I stand,

Still feeling your hold on my limbs,

Begging your invisible presence

Refuge to my tortured heart.

I dig my nipped fingers into the temples

Trying to ease the throbbing and pain

And drive away the confusion as of

Whether it is your intense love or immense hatred

That keeps us apart.

As I lift my eyes and stretch my sight

To the far visible divide

Where the still sky meets the stirred sea,

I see your face emerging out of the blues

Radiating an abundance of vitality,

Yet marked with grief.

Unconsciously I’ve started chanting your name

And my frame seems to be dissolving

As I walk through the soothing salty water

Allowing my waist to delicately cut through the waves.

As the night lapsed in peace and harmony

And the dawn breaks,

My moist eyes transfixed at you doubt my heart’s command

For what sorrowful eyes you fixed upon me!

I know you want me to live more

But tell me what life it is

Where my own soul condemns me,

My own conscience asks to dig a grave and bury myself alive

My own thoughts deny

to converse with me anymore

For they know it was the heartless, brutal, inhuman ME

Who sent you to that far off land.

How tranquilizing is the mere feeling of

Getting to listen to you calling out my name

After all these years of killing silence.

As I’m getting closer and closer to your sympathizing face

Floating half in the sea,

Half in the bending belly of the outstretched horizon

I’m recollecting all those brief but precious moments

When even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.

Once again I dream of reliving those moments

Letting your piercing blue eyes slice through me,

Caressing your innocent face,

Slapping you hard for leaving me alone to grieve all these years,

Crying on your shoulders

Allowing all my pain and anguish to flow away with my tears.

Maybe your face is simply an illusion,

Mere trick of the floating clouds

But I no more have the fear of the unknown

For at the bottom of the ocean my frame may stay

But my soul is destined to fly to that far off land where it can find yours.

With the ethereal happiness rushing through my nerves,

My heart is pounding like never before…

Perhaps death can give me what life could not!

The Path That Leads To Our Authentic Selves!

I’m talking of the quest for the answers we all are seeking about our existence. We keep searching for the answers at every single place that gives us hope even as small as a mustard seed. They maybe a famous priest, a best-seller book, or even your grand or great-grand parents who claim that they have unfolded the purpose of their existences and know the secrets for a happy and serene life. We keep searching for answers outside, and in most cases even a life-time falls short and the body expires, while the soul embarks upon the journey to start another cycle of life with a new identity. But we never try to have a glance at our inner world, which indeed is a treasure trove of wisdom, which has answers for each and every question our vulnerable heart and mind keep pondering about.
The sole purpose of human life is to discover who we truly are, what all things we are capable of and most importantly to distinguish between our outer and inner world. Whatever happens in the outer world is what decides our knowledge, duties, responsibilities, expectations and of course the so called “impression”. Which in turn give us momentary pleasure or pain. However the more important aspects of our life like happiness and contentment can only be achieved in our inner world, the world that our soul belongs to. We are often mistaken when we think that we are our body. Whatever activities we indulge in are intended to give comfort and pleasure to our frame.

Speaking of the majority, we spend the first phase of our life in getting an employment that ensures financial security, the second phase in settling with a life-long companion to ensure emotional security, the third phase of our life building up a foundation for the new souls we introduce to the world and the fourth phase in religious practices to ensure easy landing in God’s land. We have all forgotten that the materialistic life is just an illusion. People are so much busy creating these securities for themselves that they have forgotten the joys of simple living and high thinking, the joys of peace, the joys of spirituality. Why is everyone running after security? Why is fear lurking in every nook and corner of the world?

Wearing attractive clothes, eating food that our taste-buds relish, achieving power and position. These are not the things we should be running after. This is not what our priority should be. Our priority should be feeding our soul. The healthier our soul is the happier we are. Our thoughts need not be directed to our outer world. We have to show them the path that leads to our inner self. We are not our body. We are pure souls. Innocent, fearless and loving. Happiness is our nature. We need not put extra efforts, be it big or small to be happy. Our happiness does not depend upon the situations we encounter in the outer world. Discover your own self. You and your body are two different things. It is YOU who decides whether you are happy and contented, whereas it is your body which decides who you are for the outer world. Your personality, duties, responsibilities, relationships, these things help the outer world create an impression of you and measure the worth of your life by scaling your position. However, how contented you are with your life is what you and your heart decide. Once we lay our foot on the path that leads to success we often forget about the path that takes us to our inner world. But there is a secret I would like to share. You can take up both the journeys if you are strongly willing and determined. One does not need two births to master both inner and outer worlds. The only thing you have to learn is making happiness and contentment your nature.

Be happy no matter what. Meditate regularly to rejuvenate your spirit. Work in the outer world using the energy and happiness you derive from your inner world. Let me again remind you, you need not choose a work that ensures financial security. We all have been born with a purpose. Find that purpose. Find something that can guarantee that you will always feel productive, efficient and happy doing that work at any point in your life. Ensure that the work you are doing is helping make the world a better place. Never run after the benefits that the job will be offering, rather think whether you are offering something beneficial to others. Lead a simple life. Forget about the external pleasures for your body is not to live forever. Keep feeding your soul for it is immortal!