Insight through Words

Insomnia or dwelling i cant define. But just the realization of how time has passed from yesterday to today has made me sleepless. Time moves in its normal pace always. But some moments or part of our lives as we look back seem as if it moved "slow" or "fast" or "too fast".  From our mother's womb to where we are now, that is how much time has passed. That never ending long traffic jams to the too quickly ending laughter moments with our dear ones, time always has been at the same speed. If only we could hit "slow" at  our great and happy moments , "fast" at the sad moments, like some how we could manipulate time, if only. Would things be same if we could manipulate time as we pleased? Will our eyes have tears on them when cherishing school memories?  If we had 48 hours in a day how would you be living your life? Would schools run for 6 more hours?  Would office run 8 more hours? How many times would we eat? Would this world be a be...

"Baba what are you going to buy for me? Baba please we will buy a new cap ok? Baba we will also buy a spiderman dress for me. Is it fine baba? When will we go baba? All of my friends at school are showing off their new toys already." Hari recalls what his son was asking him this morning when he went to drop his son, mohan to school. After taking another puff from the cigarette, he puts his hand inside his pant's pocket. Rs 500, that was all he had in there. Rs 500 is not enough to celebrate as big a festival as dashain.  Next morning during breakfast ..... Mohan: "Baba today is half day at school, please take me shopping. We will go to that big city ok baba?" Hari: "Yes sure my dearest son. We will go to the city and buy too many things from the bazaar." ........................… "Baba you told me we will buy a lot of thing but what did you let me buy? Nothing!! You lied to me. I will jump from this bus window and die " Mohan was sobbing. Har...

Deep. Its deep. The emotion that is controlling me right now is deep. I am feeling some anxiety, fear, insecurity. I am scared. "I dont love you" "I am sorry but i never loved you like......" Her words are echoing through me deep. Deep. Through this abandoned and outmoded park i see a setting sun. A deep tenebrous shade of red has beseiged the clouds. The tree above me is hallowing in pain or is it screaming dance of joy? I am staring at the horizon. "Damn I am a man, for God's sake stop. Please." -I tell myself. I cant find a tissue, who carries it anyway? They are not stopping. "What the fish? " I travelled some pretty miles, crossed some pretty villages , climbed some pretty tough hills , hungry as hell but no appetite, all this hardship so that voice would stop echoing through my whole body, those memories of her would estrange from my heart but these tears of pain are the only thing besides my body sweat that has estranged from my body l...

I will take your tears as they come by I will take your pain like they are mine, they are mine too, Don't shut me off, just  don't shut me off. Please don't cry, I will cry too, I can;t be strong , if you wont help me too, I will make things good , just believe in me too, buy me some time, pray for me but don't shut me off, just don't shut me off. I can't find the right words to say to you, I can't find the right way to show care to you, I probably give you hurt like they do? May be I don't understand even half of you, But I hurt too for all you are going through. Yes I am scared , And no I didn't listen how they got outraged at you, May be I am just not in your shoes, But please don't shut me off like you do. I might be just a little girl to you, Can you see I can share your tears too? Oh how I am so proud of you, You are  strong, I want to be too. I will cry for you, I cry for you too. But don't shut me off ,ta...

I lie awake , my eyes are all open. I try to do my work. Distract my mind. I am fine, I m just fine, I say I am fine I will be all right this will go away. I smile,  I laugh  like there is no pain Call up my best friend , hangout I go to work, do my job and stay all fine, I try to stay all fine. I feel like i have been running forever I cant feel my wings anymore I wana fly away, just fly away from here. But no matter what I do , How far i run You always catch up with me, yes, you always catch up with me. Your memories, your smile, your promises, they just dig a grave for me and I keep falling back, Oh I keep falling back in love .....with you. I know its been too long since I last heard your voice, But I still remember the way you said my name Yes I do. I remember those frowning lines on your face I remember the ring your mother made you wear And just like a birch bark on fire, my heart, my heart, burns too hot, it burns too hot.

Team Building Activity-Story telling competition The only thing one learns by birth is to cry and throw. And in the journey of life, is when you learn. Everyday you learn a lesson. But its upon you how you perceive it. There is always a first time for eveything, nobody starts from second. What you are going through, its most probable that someone somewhere has gone through it before. Every problem has a solution and the  best way to deal with it is to face it calmly. I am a beginner in programming. At many times i have panicked,  I have been scared of failure, i have been scared of not being able to learn. At times i have wondered if i am doing good, or if i am the only one who is this stupid making such simple mistakes. I still am not sure of how well or how bad i am doing. I dont know what the future beholds for me. But everyday, in this journey of my internship, I have learned something new. Yes, sometimes its a new syntax, while the other time i learned ...

A morning that was dark: There was something about her eyes that touched my heart. It reached my soul every time she looked at me. Her eyes always looked towards me with hope. Every time she heard my voice, she would come running. Her little feet would run as fast as it could. And she would look around if she didn't find me, search for me through her eyes. There was something about her eyes. I can still remember it very precisely. Mom had made her a little home. She was a lil puppy born to a stray dog around our home.  All her brothers and sisters had died already. I have, at many nights found myself helpless, hearing those puppies crying because of cold. They would be crying the whole night. Their mother had left them. She wouldn't stay with them.  And no matter how many sacks or boxes we put up for them, they would still be cold on those chilly cold January nights. Sometimes I would go down and try to light fire and try to make them warm. Every day I prayed for ...