The testimonies of time

The lightening streak, in clouds eluded, purposeless seemed any deed.., the sun, moon & the world merely lingered, inspiration they didn’t much breed.. I was stuck in the tornado of time, going on and on with no clear site.., days just strolled past in dismay, the aviator couldn’t control a kite.. This all ceased, that one day, when winds cleared the hazed.., I felt a light brimming me inside, as I saw the prettiest damsel I’d gazed.. As you walked past with panache, personifying a gorgeous tide.., the aura binded my erratic thoughts, and I felt the trance by the side.. Like rose petals floating on pristine water, your hair danced to the tunes of air.., the simple attire appeared ethereal, akin to snowtops conjuring the glare.. My heart seemed exhilarated, thumping.. Yes! I could hear the sound.., my hands acknowledged the transfix, the bemused legs lingered on the ground.., I watched thy silhouette fade away, till the distance as it faded away.., I held myself stirred to the soul...

Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the untreaded, tread on.., lays your destiny its subtle steps, for long in your slumber it has drawn.. Dread not the splinters on the way, hardly do they pierce deep.., aware you are, of the road at length, you’ve carved it in your sleep.. “A cul-de-sac”, its called by the clique, there’s nothing more futile they say.., the denunciation, oh! its amusing, luster you behold beyond the fray.. The path is at large picturesque, positive perspective here, seals the deal.., enthralling so is the destination, adversities as many, let the road reveal.. The scattered sunrays mark its daytime, crafting shadows where the trees intrude.., mystical lights ornament the night, dancing across the surface, they elude.. Your peers, still are loath, wedge, their feet may, in the swamp.., fret no bar for the intrepid, lotuses, you foresee, after the tramp.. Grab ahoy! the first hold, alone on the unfollowed, forge on, honor... yes, glory! awaits the inventor, your reveri...

Well well.. so then i 'm dragged.. uh i mean tagged by this ve ry unreserv ed counterpart ms Swagatika .. And as i forayed, it turned out to be quite amusing.. The rule says- you have to answer t he questions with images and minimum poss ible description.. Here goes my journey... The age you will be on your next birthday: A Place you would like to travel to: Your favourite place: Diplomacy never hurt!! Your favourite food: A dominos meal.. Your favourite Drink: Your favourite pet: Minimum mess i guess.. Your favourite color combination: Contrasting colors... Scientifically too, contrasting colors are the perfect combinations.. eg purple+yellow Your favourite piece of Clothing: an immaculate tuxedo.. The town in which you live: The millenium city.. gurgaon Your dream job: How about being the global ceo of citibank? I know mr.Pandit is taking home just $1, but that's his own decision.. I'll add some zeroes...!! The first thing you will buy if you get a million dollars: My...

Study 1: 14.02.2009 "What’s in Rs 90,000 crore??" is the question then.. Its a bloody humungous amount thats what!! To think of a public sector undertaking in India accumulating that amount of profit in five years is sincerely interesting and awe- inspiring.. Yep, thats the "cash surplus" the Indian railways has piled up in the 5 yrs of Mr. Lalu's tenure..Our esteemed union railways minister really deserves accolades for the insurmountable turnaround he has allegedly brought about, especially when the public subsidiary was facing almost certain bankruptcy some years back.. The extent of popularity of his laurels can be gauged by the fact that students from Harvard university flew down to India for a lecture..The Indian railways has been transformed from a bulky ‘elephant’ to a swift 'cheetah' for sure.. Study 2 14.02.2009 At least 12 people were killed and many others injured when the superfast coromandel express derailed in Orissa, once again plan...

“5 stars!!!” I squeaked in disbelief as I felt my brow ascend to my forehead, which had contorted as well, gazing at the Saturday HT column. I felt my mind wander back in a trance; back to the time when I had gained it, much enough to analyze the ratings and reviews; stroll from the Chak de Indias to the Bourne Ultimatums.. No!! no other movie had managed to snatch this elusive ‘award’ from Khaled Mohammed in his piece. The closest they ever get, is to a four. The ‘omg’ moment was but, instinctive, even after the 4 globes and the 10 academy award nominations. I’d hence take pleasure (as I usually do) in pointing out the glaring glitches in the much touted movie. First, this being as imperative as the 20 million question on the ‘next day’ itself; NO television quiz show is telecast live on TV anywhere in the world!, let alone India, it takes more than a month to broadcast an episode. Secondly, it might seem absurd if not totally outrageous, that the two slum dwellers, within a couple of...

A r e we ever content with what we have? Are we ‘truly’ satisfied with what we achieve whenever we do it? The answer to the not so a million dollar question draws the line between what I perceive ‘positive attitude’ or the negative side of it … A careful introspection of our intrinsic behavior would reveal that even in the happiest and smuggest of situations, most of us still have something to rue about.. “Oh I am so happy with the result, but yea it could have been much better...”, “yep, I’m surely on my way to my aim, but if some things had been my way, things would have been different...” Sounds familiar eh?? Now the point is not that whether we should or should not aim for higher goals, the point is we do succeed in finding something to crib about whenever the hell we can!! To this propensity, my mom often recites to me perspicuously- at a given point in time, there are probably a zillion reasons to feel disconsolate; and probably a few elusive reasons to feel happy… But if you ar...

TIME... Time is the best healer... Leave your wounded heart and soul to this sanctum, the sanctum of time.., and it will solace your pains like a counselor there ever was... TIME... Time is the greatest teacher.. Confine your brain to this solitude, the solitude of time.., and experience your mind wander from your blunders of life to your ultimate fantasies... It will show you your demeanour as it hitherto was and as it should be... TIME.. Time is the closest friend.. In the hour of distress and anxiety..,all you heed are the seconds passing by in the overhead clock..,expecting them to sympathize.., halt, run backward.., perform any task it could, to relieve you, relieve you of its bind.. In the end, my friends, we just need more time.. NEED i say more??? Welcome to the blog.. The TEstimonies Of Time.. Here, in my own little 'time capsule' in the arena of cyberspace, I shall open my mind up.. and shall try to express my lessons, experiences and feelings, learnt in this journey ...