Summer Rain

It was raining and I was sitting inside a café. The tables were almost empty since it was raining heavily. I was enjoying a hot Irish coffee with some cookies…I was thinking about my past …I found a girl walking alone in the rain .memories flooded into my mind. Even I know somebody who loves rain, who loves music, who love all the simple things in life… I started scribbling…

Summer rain…I cried within

Slowly very slowly you kept on pouring

Sitting alone outside the café…

Trying to understand the rhythm of life…

 

I wish I can turn the time

I wish I can see your face

Is that my mistake that you left me?

Is that my faith that I love you?

 

A rain is already here

Don’t you want to comeback?

Don’t let me alone in the rain

Why you running away?

Come back and kiss me on my lips

Without thinking of anything.

It is called Attitude !! Be proud, if you have it !!

Endless Journey

My friends ask me why you always write about the dark side of life. My answer is very simple… I am a happy person, but if someone shares his/her dark side with me them my imagination starts working…this is also came like that only… And of course the image below is taken from the net to add more meaning to my writing… (At least I think so… :-))

I walk through this lonely place

To find my way out of this space

My grip loosens slowly

My life is falling crazy

Dreams give me more madness

Goals give me more races…

 

I once had a name

I once had a face

Life once had a meaning

Thoughts once had a freedom

It all fell apart

And shattered to thousand pieces

My name, my face, my life, my thoughts

Now it’s all died away

I walk alone in the dark evening

Solitude…guide my way.

Evangelist ?

I attended a conference last week. One of the speakers (even I gave a speech about my organization….. :-)) was introduced to the stage with the following words… “It’s my proud to introduce Mr. X who is an evangelist in the field of XXX …..” I was excited to see him and listen to his speech. He came to the stage just like someone who is tired of these activities and gave a good presentation about his area of work…

The presentation was convincing for me. The question is, for such kind of a presentation do he required such an introduction? I don’t know why but I liked the word “evangelist” a lot and I tried to find a meaning of technology evangelist. Somewhere in the net it says that a technology evangelist is “a person who enthusiastically promotes or supports something”.

I was curious to know more about him and somehow I managed to speak with him during the lunch time. During the conversation I came to know that he is working with that firm for a very long time and he is working in the same technology as well. I asked him do you like your job too much that you never changed the company or the technology. The (so called) evangelist told me…“Dude I am fed up with what I am doing but I never had any chance to move out…”

I don’t know how to describe my feelings now…the reasons are

1) He is a very good guy

2) His presentation skills are good

3) He know the product very well

But these facts never allow me to call him an evangelist…

According to me an evangelist is someone who got lot of potential to make a change, Who is like a visionary, Who know what he does and the output to some extend, Who gave his/her life for a purpose etc etc etc.

According to me people who doesn’t comes under this category and still others calls them and evangelist then my meaning for evangelist (for those )goes something like this…

Evangelist = Bullshit

I am Sick :-(

I was completely down today. Actually I had to do a presentation with regards to my job. Because of high fever and cold my voice is completely gone… Even if I shout also it is comes like a whisper. This is bullshit… You have an opportunity and you know how to use that but…you can’t speak….because of that today… 

i am sick of speaking..

i am sick of smiles..

i am sick of pretty faces..

i am sick of a nice photos..

i am sick of warm welcomes..

i am sick of bullshit talks..

i am sick of lies..

i am sick of my phone..

i am sick of my laptop..

i am sick of my travel plan..

i am sick of being sick..

i am sick of being tired..

I HATE THIS WORLD TODAY…IT’S REALLY BORING…I AM SICK…

I MISS YOU!!!

An interesting scribble i found in the net ……

Photography…

I love photography. Even though I don’t get enough time to learn more about that I wanted to be a photographer along with my current job (I love my job that much…). I don’t know why, the kind of feel you get when you hold your camera is amazing. It’s like winning a deal. A deal with your own thoughts… 

The complete thing feels like a poem to me. You hold your camera. Slowly pointing to something what you like. Then you try to imagining your shots and its output. (That’s the best part. well before the photo comes it will be there in your mind…) Adjusting the lighting (I still don’t know how to do that properly) Then slowly adjust your lenses till you get what you want. Take a deep breath and …..Click!!! 

That’s it!!! Check your LCD display; you can see your accomplishment. One more treasure to your album…Your mind fills with a sweet feeling which says you did something which is really satisfying you… 

Pack you bag… Start your vehicle…hum a song which you like. You are on the way for the next scene…

I love it!!!

Death…

Due to my hectic schedule I couldn’t open my blog for a very long time. One of my fried called me today and we talked about someone who is very special for him who passed away. I felt sad… but ….I doesn’t know what to say. 

Death…this is one of the best things I love to think about… (You may call it crazy…I don’t care)The reason is very simple…I couldn’t explain this to myself. Some time it comes when we least expects him… (Let me consider death as an individual). It is the same for the rich and the poor (at least in one place they are equal …I love that…). The only difference is the number of stupid people following a rich/famous guy on his last trip to cemetery will be high than the poor …

Death you are so permanent.

Even the brave couldn’t stop you.

You don’t have any direction…

You come like a vacation.

 

You hold so close and whisper.

If not for me why you live?

You wash the sole so clean..

Without a single stain of pain…

 

Someone said once “Death is a comedian in a drama who comes in the stage without knowing when to appear…”

Lost

It was a perfect evening. i decided for a long walk.while walking I realized that I am feeling loneliness!!!! I also noticed that this kind of feelings come only in the evenings when I don’t have any work or any other thins to do. I mean if am idle. Is that happen to everyone like me who dreams a lot? i have everything in my life. But still some times i fell that i lost something…somewhere…

i am lost…

i can feel the pain

i can’t see any gain…

i lost my way..

i can’t find my home…

Scattered thoughts and blowing wind..

Confused mind and endless plans..

Why the truth is so weak?

Why the grief is so strong?

Why the facts are so clear?

Why the dreams are so fade?

i search for an answer..

But…i am lost…

Colorful Life

i had a very strange experience last week. i was traveling and part of that i had to travel by train. i reached the railway station and saw my train there .. i was boarding from the starting station so the train was empty and it just came to the platform. I rushed to my coach and placed my languages there. i was alone since am there well before the departure time. The lights were not switched on in the train… 

While sitting as a guard for my valuables i noticed a man who is there couple of seats away from me. I couldn’t see his face since there was no power. He was arranging his things for that days bread ( oh ya !!!He sells small things like lock, chain etc to the passengers for living). i just casually asked him about the electricity and without any hesitation he told me that the lights will be there in another 5-10 minutes.. 

Slowly passengers started coming and in the meantime the power came. I got some good company and thought that it is going to be a good trip.. 

After some time i saw the same person again.. He was selling some locks to someone. I felt like i got a slap on my face. He was blind. And i was asking him about light… 

i couldn’t resist myself.. While he passed me i asked: 

baba, i am sorry that i asked you about light. You could have told me that you can not see anything. Then why you gave me an answer.. 

He told me: 

This railway station is my home for almost 20 years. I know each and every train with their timings and my mind keeps a track of everything… my world is what i listen and not what i see… don’t worry my life is as colorful as yours. If possible give me some coins…