Live.Laugh.Love.

"Why won't you love me," I said, "I am the Sheriff, I save this village from goons. I let your little bastards grow up and become able workers in the county! I look at your filthy ladies with all the respect I can muster! Why won't you love me, then?" "Dear Sir," the headmaster put up a conniving smile and answered, "You take us in care which is good but that's all you do! Unlike the old man over there. Treating every visitor from his barrels some good ol' malt! Spreading love and good knowledge of the 21st century among those little bastards you despise! Helping ladies burn their midnight lamps and learn knitting, or nursing or some useful chore!" He said, "That old man you disrespect so much has a big heart," and then he asked, "Do you have a big heart, sir?" I was appalled at the extent this man looked up to the old man. "That man has wasted his good age in serving unworthy fellows like you, but I....

“Who builds a big house with such a small door that’s hidden behind a vine?” Said Anushka to her friend, her business-cum-travel partner. Their cycle trip had been broken short by sudden rains. Having business matters to discuss, they had hitched their bikes, walked up to the house and sat on the porch to talk. They talked of their business affairs until it grew almost dark. The evening was oppressively warm, the air stagnant. About seventy miles from Delhi, on the road leading to Alwar, stood an old house that was last occupied by a family named Parihar . Since more than a hundred years no one has lived in it, nor is anyone likely to live in it again. Time and the negligence of persons dwelling around have converted it into a rather picturesque ruin. Unacquainted with history, any tourist would put it into the category of "haunted houses,” Its windows are without glass, its doorways without doors and there are wide cracks in the ceiling. But these signs of the supernatur...

If, ever, my song is lonely larking upon pale, beaten fields under the cluttered clouds and the note echo unanswered promise, that you'll be by me and we'll fly along together to sundry highs and starry skies waking to each other's glances everyday, with the coming sun

Thou art grown to something more Of all women, fairest to behold, Because 'tis the night you're born Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, Or the stony skies of wintry nights, Thou art more lovely and more temperate Like red glow of gold beside grey silver, Or the enchanting lavender in the moors So I wish for you all of heaven's grace God's praise, unmatched beauty and solace!

I am here to make the best of friends! There are a lot of good-intentioned as well as misled conceptions about me in my whole circle. I am different, the way I think, act and respond. There's a lot of persons I want to answer to and this is just the platform for me! So here you go! 'Me' unplugged. I am rather calm in my behavior. I am a dreamer as well. My imagination often results in over-the-top expectations! Don't expect too much discipline and daredevilry from me as I prefer quality talks and evening walks to dancing and partying. I can bet that my wisdom and generosity is what you'll look up to in every situation. I am earthy, a very loyal friend, with a good rational thinking and great understanding. Sometimes you may feel, to you, I am too reserved in nature. This is because I often build a wall around me. So, breaking that wall would be tad difficult for you. There are times when I prefer solitude. In that case, it'd be better if I am left alone. I have...

So here's a post after a long time. My literary capabilities have receded greatly, thanks to some pressure writing in marketing and company blogs. Anyways, here's a short, silly and sweet ballad for you all. Read it with love!                             Don't you see the sun that keeps shining? The cool moon, every day, reciprocating? Don't you see the sea pushing to the shores? Or lovely printed red on Valentine stores? Don't you see the stars shining on the sky? Or pleasant rains showering from up high? Don't you know they do it for a reason? That to live, laugh and love, its the season! Don't wake up and go about doing the same, Don't cheat you, in living upto the name! Go out, let your heart do the beating! Pick any moment and just start singing! Don't refuse at love and slowly walk away. Love's limited - you won't get another way!

Let's just go somewhere, Where the dreams are free, Where the blind can see, Where we can smell the rain, Where love's the only chain, Where wishes don't go in vain, With the shoulders to lean on, We got a reason to live on, Where you talk in stupidity, And you laugh with fluidity, Where smiles are warm, Where words don't harm, Where hearts have desire, And we live off the wire, Where its us that counts, And only true joy mounts, Where stones have feelings, There's life and no meanings.