Giving Wings To Dreams

At the stroke of midnight for most the date changes but for some it's life that changes. every new day has a new story to be penned, every new day has a new picture to be painted, every new day has a new song to be composed . But, for some at the stroke of midnight it is the time for a eulogy to be written in their memory.  At the stroke of midnight for many a new life starts. In the middle of night a new hope is born, in the middle of night a new milestone is set to be achieved, in the middle of night an unsolvable riddle , a mystery is solved. But, for some in the middle of night an obituary note is inscribed on the headstone of their grave. At bewitching hour for many destiny is jotted down with golden letters, at bewitching hour for many certain blessings wait to see the light of the day. at bewitching hour for many something novel and enriching is going to be produced. But for some unfortunate ones at bewitching hour final decree is scribbled down with black letters and it...

Oh! Glorious lightning, You are christened silver lining amidst the darkest clouds, harbinger of hope when life is flitting,  When never halting one after the other tempests surround to make sure that no trace of submissive and timid can be found. During  those deathly hours devils of darkness only you can devour. Thundering the strongest agent of dark Devil when turns the shaky souls deaf only with glimmer of your streak can the music of life  be restored and retuned.  Alas! Though it's an indelible fact that only you can illuminate the darkest overcast skies yet, you being the master of your will are not meant to forever stay. Your arrival and departure are seasonal,  And if by chance you descent to bless someone with your fiery touch, Once you depart the remnants are ashes and scalding surface. An untreatable scar is left forever to remind the timid ones that until their sheathing isn't strong in itself,  light or darkness both are going to leave an akin...

Puzzle of life is too difficult to solve, often it's a sail in the furious tempest called life, though,  sometimes the journey of life is smooth and has for a while no potholes, no ditches, no gorges or trenches. But, mostly it is a tale that is quite heart wrenching.  Nothing works, neither prayers nor wishes, neither efforts nor wholehearted trials, neither pleading whispers nor desperate yells, life when makes sure you have to fail, and your destiny is nothing but a grim portrayal of rejection.  It's when you are sure to drown in the deep valley of dejection. That's for sure also is the time to get up with a jerk,  that's the time to take hold of your anchor, that's the time to show your worth, that's the time to make other's heard. that's the time when either you forever pass or fail. Either you stand or fall, either you run or crawl, either you make up or break up forever.  Dejection, desolation, sadness and dismay  are just synonyms for a temporary...

Festival of Dussehra also known as Vijayadashmi ,victory of good over evil has just been reduced to a national holiday or mere a Festival for rural lndia or that class of lndia that has so far no access to multiplexes and multistoreyed malls. The chunk of population that still flocks  towards the public gatherings, fairs and festivals is quite small. So called upper middle class or elite society people prefer not to mingle with the dust for celebrating such occasions and rather prefer rest at home or having parties in clubs. I being a language teacher often make an effort to correlate chapters to real life experiences or mythologies in my classrooms . The previous week, to my shock  during one of my classes l realized that the students today are drifting away from our roots,our rich culture. Just a simple question about who was the blind king in Mahabharat got me strange but funny answers. Teaching a chapter of class IX 'The Happy Prince' l had thought students would come up w...

Ire was roaming out in the desolate street, hand in hand with the haughty sarcasm and an equally hefty ego. The lane of love it had chosen never to traverse again. " Bridge the gap before it's too late", screamed someone from behind. " who are you to deliver me a sermon? Are you a voluntary preacher?" Ire screamed in indignance which is its signature style. " I am the mighty distance. The more you  feed me the fatter l get," Distance smiled, "The fog of doubt and distrust are two aides that make me stout." 'A stitch in time saves nine' is the golden quote that we all need to be reminded on daily basis. Once you go far  Far from your heart's sole delight  It would become harder for you to get back nearer, howsoever, you may then with your destiny fight. Life is short  With our years counted. Foes are countless while friends are few, Sorrows are innumerable while joys are scanty. Flower bedecked path is just a small  patch since hig...

Task after task,  completed, pending , prospective , ignored, piled and postponed, Will you ever end? Work after work, staring, glaring, scaring, peeping and pointing, Will l  ever be able to keep you out of my sight and mind? Chores after chores, From sunrise to sunset , Summers to winters, quarterly to annually, Will l be ever able to decide and choose what should be next and what should be put to a permanent rest? Mission after mission, Work at home, Work at workplace,  Work before and after whatever one wants to do, Will it ever be possible to sidetrack you? Labour , toil, effort, exertion, duties, assignments and comissions all these are backbreaking synonyms of you. Sages have preached since ages, Change and movement is life's law. Whatever is stale and stagnant is sign of death and decay. Can you besiege if l dare to wish you enjoy a nap, take a siesta, keep your head down? Since, your snatching forty winks won't mean a dead end for me, And l will rob a little time...

Freely floating clouds, you are the true monarchs of the vast skies. Will you be my chariot ? Can you carry me to the northern heights? On a hill top, in a beautiful town solace of my soul resides. Different shades of you from gray to white make lovely patterns when they mingle with the azure of the vault of the heaven. I also pine for blending with the serenity that's a permanent resident of the balming north to create mosaic with the hues of chaste love and warmth, I also wish to script an arresting tale of tenderness,  but for my dream to see the light of the day , will you be my coupe? Unshackled, unbound and untethered as you are, Craving of parched lands you know how to quench, Scouring of muddy sphere you know how and when to handle, Will you carry me alongwith you to the direction pointed by the one and only  northern star? So, that l can feel alive before it's too late and breath in the land where there is no negative ardour to confine the virtuouness of the soul.

"Why don't you trust your wings? Why don't you fly high?" retorted the vast sky to the bird in cage. The cage was suddenly shaken. The bird in cage rushed to and fro in order to exhibit the trust on its wings, " The walls of my cage are too strong for me to break, In dreams only, flights in your vast expanse dear sky l can take". With teary eyes uttered the poor bird in cage. " That’s an excuse. You haven't tried with zeal and conviction. Little ants scale the mountains just by dint of their determination." The vast sky scoffed at the bird in cage. Though, terribly exhausted with the previous failed effort yet the bird began to flutter its wings with a renewed energy and vigour. But iron walls of its ill fated cage were too hard for it to break and conquer. All it could get was loss of consciousness. A little sudden shower from the vast sky brought it back to its senses. " I did try,  you have seen my dearest sky. But, now l feel l will di...

A phrase that's totally fake and meaningless  that one can get best of the two worlds, has caught my fancy. How's that plausible? How's that possible? If serenity, liberty and equality were feasible in one world why would anyone drift towards the other? If there is starvation, unquenchable thirst , deprivation and confinement   why would the other world that's free from all pessimism let its door open for the  queer inhabitant carrying the burden of negativity of that first world? If one world is life itself, other is absolutely lifeless. If one world is paradise, other is no doubt inferno. If one world is a heavenly orchard, other one is no doubt a desert where only cactus can grow. If one world Is a cherished blessing , the other one is a sureshot unavoidable curse. If the first one is zenith,  The second one is nadir. Between them there is no horizon, there is no  concrete bridge available to make it practical to be in the best of two worlds.  The...

Someone has rightly said that time flies with a blink of an eye. My elder born cleared IELTS with 8 bands and headed for a new destination, a new world where he was supposed to be both ship and anchor himself. He was going to hold reins of his life all by himself for the first time.His journey in itself is full of many surprises , shocks and obstacles or hurdles which l will take up later on. Today, l intend to talk about my cute younger child ; the young energetic teenager,  princess of our home my daughter. My daughter, who is in true sense spirit and essence of our home, would make every festival year on year enjoyable with her inexhaustible energy. She,   having hardly one and half years' difference from my eldest born, also passed her twelfth grade from humanities with ninety one percent marks. Since she was born, it was my dream that either she should get higher education from the Punjab University, Chandigarh or Saint Beads College,  Shimla. I wished her to do...