Culture, experience, life, Random, roads

Of Memories And Moving On

A memory. It’s like sand, brittle rock — a shard of the original substance, a snapshot in a long and confusing movie, a particle of space and time. It’s minuscule but it lingers. It will swallow you up if you let it. It’s like going on a fast, you feel satisfied at first, but you always end up starving.

You can explain a memory to someone, but you can’t make them feel it. You can’t describe how your heart skips a beat when a certain someone looks deeply into your eyes. You can’t recreate the overwhelming content that rushes over when you win after losing for so long. You can’t explain the adrenaline surging through when you are on a roller coaster.

We all get frustrated when we romanticize the past. We miss the things we’ve lost, the places we’ve left, and the people we used to be. We miss the times that were familiar, and we long for the moments that have gone by. But you can’t live through memories, and you don’t grow by being comfortable. You have to fail before you can dream, and you have to hurt before you can love. You must bleed for the wound to heal, but eventually you need to slap on a band-aid and get on with your life.

And that’s what I try to do.

A memory: I was drowning.
And then I learned how to swim.
Towards a brighter future.

Culture, experience, life, roads

Follow your Dreams?

The word “Dream” is technically defined by the dictionary as “Imaginative thoughts indulged in, while awake” or “a cherished desire”.

When you were a kid you probably had huge dreams that you would travel to space, become a rock star, win the Oscars or become a novelist. That sense of surety and confidence we felt made us believe that we could do anything we wanted. Following our dreams seemed like no big feat back then. What transpires as we grow older?


The phrase “Follow your dreams” sounds so simple – All that you have to do is to make sure you live your dreams. But it inevitably poses the next question. “What is it to live my dreams?” and most important of all “What are my dreams? “. If you are among the lucky few who have the answer to these two questions, then rock on and do all it takes to see your dreams become reality.

For the rest of us, these two questions are tall, slippery mountains to be scaled before even considering the conundrum of life. Unfortunately being afflicted with mob mentality, we find it too hard to digress from what is considered socially acceptable. We fear being slandered and branded  “different” that, more often than not, we are extremely content to go with the flow.


Even if one were to argue to that “Hey at least I am going somewhere by doing what every one else is doing!”, then there is just a teeny-tiny problem with that. We have absolutely no clue as to where we are going with the crowd. Moreover we don’t even know if the destination would make us happy or not. There are so many among us who are frustrated with our career choices – either in terms of not being at par with the socially accepted definition of a job or being merely unhappy. We start resigning ourselves to this “fate” and try to be content with what life has given us.


If such an acceptance works for you then fantastic! But for most of us it will definitely not work. Yet again as it’s the easier choice, the temptation becomes harder to resist. That is because you are probably so sick of trying to follow your dreams and ending up feeling unhappy. But how sure are you that those dreams are the ones that really matter to you? Also what if you are just stirring things up a bit here and there in the hope that something would click? Given that the time constraint on our life span is a very critical one, it just adds to the pressure of following your dreams.


And, no, soul-searching is not everything. By sitting back with a cup of coffee, reflecting on what we know is just taking a stock of all the past experiences. What about creating new ones? We just need to go out there and try out new things putting aside all our fears and apprehensions. And by trying out, not just experiment but go all the way. Clearly the things that have gone on in your life aren’t working out. Its time to add more inputs to the function, that would help you discover what it is that you really want and what your true dreams are.


It would be foolish on our parts to assume that, once we identify what these dreams are, then the rest of the things will fall in place automatically. Post identification begins the real journey, actually following your dreams and see them blossom into reality. A lot has already been said about successfully achieving these dreams and hence I shall refrain from that. This arduous, gut-wrecking roller coaster ride is definitely not for the faint hearted. There would be sacrifices, pain and tears along the way. But if that is what your dream is, then isn’t it worth all this?

Change is a necessary evil
Stop fearing the unknown
Go be someone
After you figure out who that someone is

experience, life, NaPoWriMo, roads, world, Writing Challenges

Never Forget

As he looks into the shiny surface
Quizzical ebony eyes gaze back
Having come so far now
Yet not entirely sure how

Through the glass mirror he sees
Melting silver morph into memories. never_forget
He was once again a lad of ten
Tattered clothes and palms open

Daily hanging on by a thread
In search of water and bread
Constantly fighting the apathy
Everyday was a needed agony

But his strength never faltered
Flame of hope never extinguished
Pledging to prove himself worthy
He set forth on this long journey

And by the time he turned thirty
Hard work broke shackles of poverty
His determination drove away the fog
For he was no longer a “Slumdog”.

With a smile, he vows in the present
To never forget his journey of ascent,
To never forget to stay the same,
And to never forget from where he came.

Poem #7 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge

experience, freedom, life, roads, world

Highway to Hell

Highway to Hell

Not the AC/DC song, but the tale of hell on our highways.

I feel I must acknowledge that there are probably VERY few exceptions.


Constituting the major chunk of public transport oft gives them the right to stop anywhere on the road. Leftist, Rightist or center, you dare not question them. More often than not they realize at the last minute to take a turn and of course end up taking a mute turn.



Zipping across the roads at speeds not less than 90kmph is considered an insult. They have superpowers to squeeze through gaps which even mice would find daunting. Add the callousness towards traffic rules and the compelling need to demonstrate their dexterity in biking skills by driving with one hand, wheeling etc ,  you have a disastrous mixture for perennial accidents ready!



Jarring sounds resonating throughout the road effectively masking the direction of origin. Best way to get on someones nerve on the road. The power of this is truly felt when the traffic doesn’t move despite the green signal.



Disrupts the social hierarchy of power. Whether you own a Benz or a Bajaj scooter or whateverbe the horsepower of your ego, potholes don’t flatten. A scooter simply overtakes a truck by swinging left and the latter is left behind lagging.



Ever deaf, non-caring jaywalkers. Given that the roads come from the tax payers money, they somehow have it in their heads that they are to be proclaimed “kings of the road” and every one else HAS to stop to give them way!


Traffic lights

It is hard to believe that these 3 small round lights can be such tortuous testers of patience. The mad acceleration to just make it to the signal and the cussing and the anxious wait that follows for the signal to turn green. Sometimes ignored by the users of road who seem to follow the lights flashing in front of their eyes.

The roads belong to man and animals alike; Such is the reverence shown that, the entire traffic diverts itself to accommodate a family of cud-chewing buffaloes/cows out on their evening stroll. In effect the holy cow becomes the cop and the cop a holy cow.


Parking Facilities

Eternally full and even if you are lucky enough to spot a vacancy, one needs to be cunning to snap the place. If you think getting in is hard, getting out of these is even worse. Searching frantically for the parking slip and cutting across lines of parked vehicles, you would heave a sigh of relief to be out of these.



With the combination of all the above, they know no bias. These maligned roads with their potholes, manholes and speed breakers are strict enforcers of liberty, equality and fraternity. Also, they seem to serve those who stand and wait, the best!

Long live the roads!