The Longest Way Out

A long way to go...

Miles to walk before Its Dawn,

Years to Pass by before It happens,


The Eternity will shower upon us,

Will bring back to us our dear mother,

Our Earth!



But we have to go a long way,

A long Long Way,

Before the Heavens shine upon us,

And Bestow us with those blessings,

That we identify as nature...

The nature that brought us all up...

Who Gave us to drink and to eat...

To breath and to see....


Alas!

But it is us,

Her dear ones..

who destroyed her,

her sanctity,

her simplicity,

her beauty ,

her chastity,

and we made fortunes out of her ever forgiving nature..

Showed her that we are all but nothing more than drenching power loving creatures,

Who drank from our mothers blood and ate from her flesh,

And never ceased to look back and give back all that we have taken,

And instead, Took all that we could take from her....

We are all but nothing that she thought we would be..

Silver doe For U....

That's me for You.
A Silver doe.

For friends closer to me,
I'm that reflection that is always with them,
Whenever they looked back.

For foe's Closest to me,
I'm that Bridge,
that they never could travel past ,
And the one which constantly disappoints them.

For my dear li'l ones,
I'm that protective sphere that covers them all around ,
Like a baby in a mother's womb is protected.

For those who are far from me,
I am that piece of paper,
With literature that they could always read,
And relate to,
Whenever it is necessary.

For those in pain,
I'm that Golden drop of sun;Ray,

For those in joy,
I'm that black ink of reality;future,

For those with a fluttering heart,
I'm that blowing wind,
which brings with it the smell of their beloved.

For those who would never see me,
I'm that blank page in the bible,
that never was supposed to be read.

And for you all,
I'm, After all,
A Silver Doe.

I am a Free Bird......

I was only starting to enjoy my newly earned freedom.I was a brand new person ,with a new found persona.I had come off age.After all I am eligible to vote now... Ain't I?? I was busy flaunting the "attitude" that the Free citizen's of our land had.





But It didn't take long to get
bored with it ....very soon..Or
rather too soon ...I was
suffering from a troubled
heart...The Trouble of
self-realization had struck
me at last.It had to
anyways.....
But never thought the day
would come so soon.....
It's better late than never,
they say.. But I say, Better
Early than never ever.





I was grounded with
freedom.
So easily one gets bored
with the so called freedom
that one just die to gain.I soon found myself entangled between my own webbed thoughts.
Soon, I will also, forget all
these thoughts and live
life like the rest of them, in this mechanical world....
without even taking the trouble of thinking about this world or its inhabitants.No time to worry about those people who are suffering at this very moment when we are laughing away at some silly joke.

The Zahir --A Journey of self-realization

The Zahir

The Zahir By noted author Paulo Coelho , gave more or less a feeling of reading an autobiography.It gave me, as an average reader or rather a below average reader something to think about.It was really a thought inducing Process to read this book.I traveled with the Protagonist or rather the "Protagonist's husband(I believe Esther was the Main character of this book) through his two year journey of finding his lost wife, a war correspondent , whom he at first tries to forget and as the author says, the urge to find her at first is a passing thought and it then becomes an obsession and that is what we call a "Zahir".He Goes through a whole process of what i might end up calling self-renovation.He was convinced that all he wanted to do was find his wife, the love of his life.He initially tries to leave her thoughts behind and forget her and he actually succeeds to find himself a girlfriend who loves him as much as he loves his wife or atleast more than she loves herself.But still the Zahir remains and pills him back to the search .

He was accompanied in this journey by an young man, who he suspected to be his wife's lover, named Mikhail. He was about 25 years old and had Mongolian features and was said to be fro Kazakhstan.He actually makes us realize that age is not at all a restriction to knowledge. There isn't any law that a 25 year old shouldn't be more knowledgeable than a 4o year old.And this guy is possibly what I'd call my favorite character in this book.Mikhail is a "gifted" youngster from the steppes whose mission in life is to spread the power of love.People Mistake Mikhail to be a Epileptic Patient.But he still sticks to his point that he's gifted and the "lady" is with him.I was slightly disappointed with the epilogue since it was as I had expected.Exactly!and I never like to think that some noted author writes an epilogue of such a standard i.e. a mediocre like me would have fantasized such an end.I had expected more from him.But Anyways, Go ahead Paulo. Hope much more from you. I believe more creativity is in store from you. Adieu Amis!! Love you all!!

Brida--A magical rendezvous...

When the story begins, I was astounded at how much a man can understand a woman's heart and so well.The story was extremely fascinating because the plot was all before our eyes.There wasn't the suspense factor that Coelho always tries to create in most of his books... Here all the facts were right before our eyes...We knew this was gonna happen and how....but what keep us reading on is the interesting way of speech and philosophy that were something we already knew but coming from Coelho it sounded way different and convincing. For example, the power of moon ... I have earlier heard about this tradition which helps you accumulate the power or rather the glow from the moon..and it is said to have an amazing effect ... They say it makes your day go well and it makes you feel as if electricity flows through your veins..This is in no way related to any magic or voodoo but this was simply a tradition that was followed by ancient people and I fear nothing ever so to talk about it ....But I must say I never knew that I would read about this in a Book... and I totally appreciate the author for having the courage to say things like this and that too aloud ..in a world like this where people say they are Very "modern" and "fashionable" but are still living in the primitive ages of fear of black magic and satanic worship.... which I have least interest on or knowledge about and feel better off without it....Well, According to me, we have moved forward form silly things, thoughts or fears as these ages ago... But still they say they are fashionable.. maybe it's time for them to realize that fashion isn't all about the outside but it must come from inside..somewhere deep inside our subconscious...it's not something that we wear on top of the skin...It something that we represent for ourselves or as our identity .....If there is God.. then there is an enemy for him.. but if we believe that after all, this too is a spark man's amazing imagination ... we might actually feel a lot more different about these primitive ideologies...Well, we have strayed away from the topic...
Well, My favorite character would be the Magus... Not just because the amazing character sketch, also because I'm a girl and find that character amazingly attractive *blush* ...Well, the book would be a three and a half stars worth according to me since It's the first of the kind I'm reading .. I mean to say romantic stories...I usually never read romances...than in poems...I might like to add that this is one of the best from Coelho, I've read . Other than The Zahir ofcourse....When I started reading the book..I just wanted to read till the end and wanted too know how he manages to give it a conclusion ..... When I was reaching the epilogue..I felt this "Void" ,For some unknown reason and just didn't want it to end and when I reached the end and thought about it ..I felt this certain calmness in the my mind.. Somewhat like "catharsis" ..I seriously dunno if that term is usable here... But somehow I felt this calmness... something that resembles the silence after a war or a calamity .....An atmosphere of serenity was cast upon me when I finished reading it .....
It was a pleasant experience.. I say, A must read for young people as well as the old ..who would like a peaceful read in their free time......
Adios Amigos!~

Dream on...

I Pray,
Each day,
To live life happily,
To let me do so...
To get devoid of sadness...


I dream ,
Every night,
To get rid of this loneliness,
To have this vacuum filled,
To have the courage to live life....


I Cry,
Every time,
To get past you,And
To leave your memories behind...
To die once and for all and end it all well......
I smile,
at myself,
To realize how stupid I've been,
To start life anew,
And to Dream on...

About
New Heights,
New fights,
New Mights ,and
New Nights...

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Indian Premier League surely has Given cricket a new definition .... a new Genre Of viewers has arrived with the IPL.... It's been a roller coaster ride for the viewers, the players and the management....
And the Verdict is -IPL is Out a Winner...Yes...And with the Brand new friendship saga's between cricketers and a Team or a club kinda thingy for the youngsters...We have been wanting this kinda thing ever since we saw the EPL. But , is it really a success? Well this season was...
But what will happen the next season... As of now.. Let's have a review...
The Indian team for the Bangladesh tri-series has rocked the world... they now the story by-heart by now.. most of the key players of the known-teams 's secrets were revealed to the Indian youngsters Via the IPL and they sure are making sure they win every match cinema-style...
After analysing this, will the aussies and the proteas be back for the next season ..
maybe they will .. cuz the IPL extravaganza has a lot of money and power coming with it .. and if that ain't all fame and women ..and entertainment. what more do they need now??
And as For now... I am Awaiting the next season .... with a Hopping heart and a Racing heart beat ...:) TC