I'm naive as far as knowing myself is concerned ....
Each Day ; Each Dawn ; Each Moment ; Each Minute is an encounter with myself of knowing evolving and facing what I'm and what I'm turning into....
I evolve ; I change every second as I learn from this vast full of experience universe ...
Rarely are legends born who are to the point and blunt. Their Actions speak for themselves.
Marshal of Indian Air Force Arjan Singh, (98) I would refrain from quoting him as MIAF or simply Arjan Singh; as the Man earned the rank and those from Defense background or Fans of Forces would know it takes courage and a lot more to earn each stripe and Rank, unlike Politicians or other Bureaucratic tracks.
I still remember, at the Funeral of President A P J Abdul Kalam. Sir, reflected utmost Military Protocol and discipline despite being ill and wheelchair bound(for that period) he drew the strength to Stand Up walk up a step and Give a proper Air Force Salute to the President. While at the sidelines told Arvind Kejriwal and his counter peers to grow up above bickering and get to the point of serving the people. Read the rest of this entry →
Precipitation, Droplets of Water Falling under the effect of Gravity from the water body called Clouds. This phenomenon is classified as Rains. Is it so simple? Is it just water?
Don’t know Why the thunder ignites the flashback engine, Why the dark clouds bring in loneliness realization?
The lightening seems to be the mockery of Gods on me, as if Zeus himself laughing and saying
“I gave you a Life to make a million Lifetimes, you buffoon slaughtered it with expectations, egos, ethics, values, dearness, foes, & greed.”;
Each drop a electron ion carrying with it the moments; When I expected and crash landed.. When I jumped to fly but found no wings, When I wanted to stand but found no ground. Every moment, When I was somebody and sometimes nobody but never Me. All those moments that I wanted to be; for I could never dedicate myself in the Endeavour.
Yet I find myself at peace when it rains, for I let it pierce through me. As if allowing it to wash away the leaves of the Gaya, which reside inside me holding the tender sections. Yet I find peace in thee for it seems to be the tears that I couldn’t shed, for times I could shout out loud, for times I couldn’t fight… The droplets, thunder, lightning seem to do that for me.