Captain of my ship
I am the captain of my Ship, it's my playground. I navigate my ship through high tides and sail through with full wings when tides are low. I keep navigating through uncharted waters, not only to learn new skills on the go, but to master them and command the ship crew.
I permit myself to rule my world, I allow myself to show I belong to a different league, I approve myself to exhibit my prowess.
With experience comes expertise, with education comes knowledge, with intelligence comes power, with power comes responsibilities. As a Captain, all I have to do is strive to use 100% of my brain every time, all the time, just to keep the ship afloat.
The problem however is not with the expectations, because you know you are built to bear the brunt, but the point you reach "I don't want to do it anymore, rather than I can't do it anymore".
Those Days
Those days, those days,
Happier days, golden days, good old days,
We used to decide our pace, and at our place,
Never got into other's space,
Ugh, these days!
Craze, everything is sleaze, everywhere is Haze.
This nostalgia about childhood memories & our growing years, the happy smell of old stuff, this satisfying liking of every building, road, locality, people, adda, hotel from those days, has probably got to do with the closed society, nativity of those days.
We all spoke same language, shared same life principles, morals & common acceptance of social norms.
Now, everything feels strange, foreign.
The delight & smile on the face when we meet someone speaking our language in a foreign country, is experienced in my own city these days!
So much so, that a National party yesterday announced list of candidates to fight elections in my state. It was decided and announced by people who couldn't even pronounce the names of either the candidates or the places!
Whispers
Whispering is a world within, it's a place to gain access to your inner feelings, to connect with yourself. Whispers gives me immediate feedback on a situation, it helps me judge the situation, people. It doesn't minse words and openly tells me, even when I did a blunder "You are such an idiot".
I keep getting these Whispers all the time...Maybe these are the Whispers that I write everyday.
I am at that point in life, where I am wondering at what point of life I am at!?
I am a Hero to someone, but do they deserve my Heroism?
Is saying yes to everything, being flexible? Is taking a position & objective, being rigid?
Is arguing with a fanatic who is blind in belief and illusion, stupidity? If we stay away from arguing/countering, who will tell them things are wrong?
Poor guy, he is tired, he needs a break, he need a vacation, he needs a massage, he needs to relax, he needs to party, he needs to go on a drive, he needs lot of money and retire, he is Me.
Come Home O Little Bird
Long time ago there were beautiful, lovely birds at home. Now they are gone. Do you guys know where they have gone?
I am looking for them everywhere....I only request them to come back home, world is cruel, am worried if they will survive in this concrete jungle.
Come home O little Bird, I am worried if you can fly, so high. If your wings are strong enough to flutter hard and far. If your beak is sharp enough to fight out dangers.
Am I being worried unnecessarily? Are birds supposed to be free? Is world a better place when all birds fly out of their Nest, and fly freely in the skies, make music with their chirping on trees?
Granny in me
Everyone finds and feels a child in them very often. But anyone feels a Granny inside them?
Do we have to grow a child in us? And Granny grows on her own in us?
We need to nurture the child in us, to keep it in us. We don't even realize a Granny is inside us as well, who starts showing up and growing up quickly.
When we stop feeling ashamed to Fart, when you start visiting Udupi more than Goa, when your first choice of travel is Train, than a Car Drive.
I am me, you are you
If I were you..
If I was in your position..
Putting myself in your shoe..
If I were the PM of the country..
If I had more money..
If I was a woman..
If I had what you had..
If they hadn't won...
If they hadn't lost..
I am not you, I can't be you, It is what it is.
Hale Vaasane
The Pain of missing someone, Pain of losing someone, after sometime one seem to kind of savouring the feeling.
It's an incredible feeling where one keeps living in the memories, the emptiness, loneliness that is deep in the soul, vaccum that person created, after sometime you start liking the feeling, the zone one will be missing that person.
Ofcourse life moves on, more people come into your life, you get busy with life and the hurt is no more shown on the face, good things in life makes you happier and busier.
Yet, you don't want to let go the pain, but safely bury them deep within. The magic of the pain is so strong that it can be retrieved at will and can be experienced whenever the pain is missed.
It's like a locked folder, whenever you wish to revisit, unlock and view the folder.
This cycle of burying and retrieving can be done as long as one wishes to, even for decades.
But the day you decide to end it, pufff.. it's gone! But most of us don't want to let it go!
How far do you keep that eraser (that can erase the memories) from yourself?
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