Random musings

I stumble and I fall The more I try, the more I fall... Small steps seem like obstacles to me, I'm lost in my own little world, it seems.... Solutions seem distant to me, Now, why would that be? For every step I take forward, I move backwards it seems.... Mountains stand still through the test of time, I do not want to be a mountain now, do I? I would rather be a river, Flow through mountains and ridges..... Make me like the sun, someone Let me shine whole day and have fun.... When the night comes, let me sleep And wake up next day to do as I please.... I travel on, sometimes near sometimes far, Spreading sunshine and joy to all.... Hurray for the sun, Now give me some rain someone!

Bollywood is the informal name given to the popular Mumbai-based film industry in India. It even has its own entry in the Oxford English Dictionary. I find the name in itself, unoriginal and a pun on Hollywood. A lot of movies in Bollywood are re-hashed or just plain annoying. Anu mallik, a music director makes a career out of ripping English songs and presenting them "Bollywood Ishytile". Most of these songs reach the top ten and appeal to a lot of people. No questions asked, no explanations given. I, myself didn't give much thought to this till some hindi song was played at an Indian function and one of my American colleagues asked me, "Oh, this sounds so familiar?". The song was "Why did you break my heart?" courtesy Annu malik in Akele Hum, Akele Tum. The song is a blatant copy of George Michael's "Last Christmas". There are many such examples and I could fill a book just coming up with those. I do watch Bollywood movies, but there ar

Little showers of dew drops every night, The black bird sings a song about its plight. The puppy wags his tail, Runs around leaving a sorry trail. Our garden is green, Filled with tomatoes and trees. I tell the bird to leave tonight, I tell the dog to poop some place else. My neighbor has a yard, Full of junk and such, Thank you, but I don't like all this that much. Is cleaning such a chore? Pick up your shovel, And dig a hole So much talk is enough for today Wake up tomorrow, it’s a brand new day.

Simply put, an atheist does not believe in any supernaturnal power, or God. Their theory is based on being in control of their own destiny. Some point to Darwin's theory or the Big Bang theory as proof of our existence. They also call themselves, humanists. While the existence of God is very difficult to prove, consider this - If indeed, there was God, would you want to know Him? Strangely, not many would even believe that there is indeed such a possibility? Atheists often point out how religious or spiritually inclined individuals are not rational or objective. Anybody who believed in God was silly, superstitious, ignorant, and had simply not looked at the evidence. Some atheists feel that believers in God were uneducated and were just following traditions, superstitions, and things that really made no sense to a person who was aware of what was going on around them. How does one explain miracles or life changing experience, all of which defy any logic or reason? Have you experien

What happens when - we live this life, and one day we are dead and gone? I was reminded of this, when I looked at my life. In pursuit of trivial pleasures. I wake up each day, go to work, meet family, friends. Life is beautiful. Each day, I’m reminded of the countless blessings I have received. Life goes on. Somewhere, a child is killed. An elderly person falls on the street, sick, alone and defeated. People are slaughtered, some for their faith, some for mindless human gain. Can I look at someone and judge them when I have spent my life living in apathy? What is worse? Apathy or cruelty? “The only kind of dignity which is genuine is that which is not diminished by the indifference of others - Dag Hammarskjöld”

Smile a little smile, Dream a little dream..... Pointless though it may seem. Walking through this journey of life, Sometimes lonely, sometime sad.... A thought of tomorrow drifts away, It seemed like an illusion..... I wandered through my dreams, searching endlessly but in vain..... Confusion crept in, life doesn't make sense any more..... Bless my little world. The litte joys, the small happiness, the wonderful people. Bless everybody I'm happy, as happy as I ought to be.... Looking farther at a distant horizon My best is yet to be

My ray of sunshine, My wave of sorrow, My angel with his crown of halo… He takes me high, He makes me sigh... He makes my heart leap with joy, And plays with it like a toy... He loves his cars and his bikes, He loves to go on big, long hikes... His heart of gold, His soothing word, His sunny smile, Makes my day and cushions my night... His love like glue, Leaves me without a clue... Sometimes a stranger, Sometimes a friend My honey dearest, I cannot comprehend....

Indian women and sarees - Oh so beautiful! A saree looks graceful and elegant. It hides the imperfections in the typical Indian body and suits most Indian women. So far, so good. But let's look at the other side of the saree... Women who don't know what to do with their saree pallu. It keeps slipping, sometimes revealing a big stomach and what not. Women who always tie the saree at the hip, again revealing a big tummy! Women who give a whole new definition to see throughs, when you'd rather not see what is being shown! I remember wearing a saree for saree day in college. Some fool stepped on it (don't ask me how!). I held on to it, for dear life. Some ladies in the train saw my plight and insisted that they will tie it up for me. What happened next was a nightmare. But, I live to tell this tale. All I can say is I'm sarrrry but I'm scared of the saree.