Diwali...

Ever seen Diwali through an eye of a poor man's kid? I remember his festive days, the days that taught him the difference between rich and poor.
On a diwali night, sitting on the terrace he'd be spotting crackers go off in the distant horizon. Pointing them to his mommy... See Mommy... that was a Parachute! Then next moment he'll ask... Mommy... Can I have one like that? Now what!
Did mommy get him one? No!... But she gave an explaination that still lingers in his ears.
She said...
Son, bursting crackers is just like making a pile of money and setting 'em on fire. This was good enough... He understood. At that tender age, life had taught him the value of money. He never asked again, but... why did only that poor kid have to sacrifice? Why don't all moms give the same lesson to their kids. Why can't all kids have fun?

This Diwali, get him some crackers, may be pair of new clothes. Do your bit friends, make him feel happy.

Why?

He'll ask... why? This word had been on his tongue ever since he started talking. You say... sky is blue.. he'll say why! This small 3 letter word is the source of what all he knows today, still... he doesn't stop askin'... Why? He doen't want to know what... he wants to know why! I remember an incident... He goes to the bank puts in a withdrawal slip through a small hole to the teller and so it all starts..

Teller: Sir, you cannot withdraw your money now...

He: Why?

Teller: Because it is not yet 11am.

He: Why?

Now who the hell in this world can explain it to him... Why is it not 11 am!!!
Even today, when he looks at his compuer screen, seeing his programs running like a dream... he doesn't feel happy... insted he scratches his head and asks himself... Why?

I am...

I am...
The missing link. A complex algorithm waiting to be understood
I wish...
To travel all the places in India that dont find a place on the map. That dont even qualify for a humble milestone.
I hear...
The froggy cacophony after the first monsoon rain. The consistency check chime. The howls of homeless dogs on a winter night.
I wonder...
What I'd have been if I'd opted for plan B. Unfortunatey plan A worked.
I want...
Some grey hair... atleast people will feel I talk sense.
I wish...
That I be myself always.
I sing...
When i walk alone.
I cry...
When I miss the one I've lost... When I see an animal in pain.
I write...
When i feel lonely. To remind myself what I was and what I am now; With a fountain pen when I want to feel like a kid again.
I confuse
When i get those messages... from where even i dont know. Someone who wants to talk to me... but in riddles.
I miss...
Someone damn neat. The organized chaos, Bangalore

Freebird Chained

With a broken wing, chained to the ceiling,
I have to think 50 times, to do things I am willing.

...........TBD :)