A Poem For The Farewell

Dear Person, who is going away!

The Day has come,
To say Good-bye.
I do not want to,
Mean Good-bye.

Your presence today,
Made me forget,
That tears are waiting,
For me, when you are gone.

The day tomorrow,
I don't know,
How will I continue,
With out you.

The hope that,
We are destined,
To meet again,
Makes me hope again.

You were the one,
You are the one,
You will be the one,
For me, the one.

You fare well,
as we bid each other,
Farewell,
Oh this pain, Oh I can't say more...

The Day When The Crows Attacked Me

Hi Readers!

I was all dressed up for the office. Obviously, it was a Monday and I was happy to go to office after a satisfying and fulfilled weekend. Also Monday started with a bang. I woke up sharp at 04:45(though the alarm was set for 04:30, yeah nobody is perfect, no). Then had a revoltingly sharp Lemonade and then switched on the Laptop (Nobita) to work on one of the blog articles about the glory of biking (publishing soon)! Then at 06:00, wore all the armour and biked for a total of 30 kms.

So I set out for office and just then I saw a sad looking crow sitting on the side of the lane, staring at the cemented path, deep in thought. It was a peculiar sight since a couple of days ago, when I was biking, a group of crows were energetically sorting some business out on the biking track and when my bike approached near the crow-team they flew away all complaining and angry. And, here this guy was ignoring my presence. May be a rude one, I thought.

I was in a hurry and therefore I proceeded for the local train station. A few more minutes remaining for the scheduled arrival. Just as I was walking and was at the least distance from the rude-crow, I got hit by something on the top of my head. I jumped in surprise. I cursed under my breath. I turned to see what had happened. I found that a friend of the Rudy landed on my head and had now placed itself near the Rudy.

Everything was clear then. That crow was neither rude nor in deep thinking. It was injured or was too old to carry out further crowing around. And the friends of it thought that I was going to hurt it, so they attacked me. I silently prayed for the Rudy and proceeded towards the station.

Time Never Stops, But Can Travel Slowly With You!

Coming Soon!!

Pen-sive Disorder

Hi Readers,

Throughtout my lived life, I have been requested for a pen, many a times! At places, like railway reservation counter, banks, college classrooms, examination halls, offices; by acquaintances and strangers alike. In these situations the status and importance of the Pen was just as that of a sword in the battlefield. Oh yes, "Pen is mightier than a sword". Yes, it is!

The urge to suddenly note down something important as a phone number, an address or a name if not quenched, disturbs the body and unsatisfies the soul. And then if it is magnified by the non-availability of a puny pen at your service then there is nothing greater evil than that.

What amuses more is that the mightier than the Sword, Pen, loses all its importance and usefulness in the requester's hands when all the matters to be noted are noted down and all the application forms have been duly filled. The Pen as an object obliterates from the requester's mind in such a way that the thought of respectfully returning the Pen to the Original Owner completely slips off the mind.

Such is the world and its affairs, alas Pen, you will always have the importance in the hands of a true soul, just as Thor had for its Hammer.

Take care, My Pen, with whomsoeever you are with now. May your ink never dries out!