Paint my imagination

just came across these beautiful pics and could'nt resist to capture them on my I phone .

The pics say a lot .. dont want to put give them any captions

the best things are undescribable

Sound the bugle now

Whnever I feel low .. apart from a wearing the red colour these lines from Bryan adams have always been a shooter .. gotta share with u all mates .. try it hearing on You tube .. may help u most when you need it most .. cheers.

Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even start I've got nothing left - just an empty heart
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away... Or leave me lying here
Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a light feat that I will - stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
Then from on hight - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls - remember who your are
If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow
So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in abattle
To be free once more -Ya that's worth fighting for

creatively imaginative ...

Your smile is like the hues of dawn,

Your eyes, like flowers on the lush green lawn,

You walk past me like a fragrant breeze,

Your very presence puts me at ease,

Your sweet words put the cuckoo to shame,

Can I Oh honey, give you a name?

You’re purity personified like the lotus leaf,

To the worldly talk, your ears are deaf,

You’re majesty is like the Ganges divine,

Take me into your fold Oh my love pristine

.I don’t want a tale on the sands of time,

Nor is my love bound by Nature’s clime.

I know not Meera’s yearning in trance,

Nor Radha’s love in her cosmic dance.

My love is in my heart, it’s my breath and my life,

Make my life a part of your life

Post Cards from Ahemdabad

One Smile

One Smile

Enough to blow away years of misery

One Smile

and I melt on your feet

One Smile

My heart burst with fullness

One Smile

and I feel so near to you

One Smile

and all I can do

is Thank you

One Smile

and I know I 'm taken care of

One Smile

for the Guru

Sorry Mr. Terrorist ! You picked the wrong city

At 3 am on 26th Nov morning, five hours into the attack, with gunfire and grenade explosions going above her, the receptionist picked up the phone at the Taj and said "The Taj Mahal Hotel, Good morning" . Mumbai will not be cowed, it will not be beaten , it will not be beaten, Yes , if the entire city had a receptionist as a metaphor , I believe that this is exactly what the world out there would have heard from Bombayites that fateful night .





The present moment says
We are fast approaching a the stage of ultimate inversion, the stage where the government is free to do anything it pleases, while the citizens act only by permissionm , which is the darkest periods in the Indian history .. I think we were better off being ruled by the british.. Democracy has become a rogue for India .. Its a tipping point for trigerring one more battle for freedom .. as to what we fought for 61 years ago .. The FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT to "LIVE"

Dont just sit there watching news .. till the new channels themselves forget it .. We are a country of one billion people if all of us actually did something this time .. theres is no way the'd let this happen to us everytime .. dont forget it


NOT THIS TIME


E.N.O.U.G.H is E.N.O.U.G.H

Blind Date

One day as I was traveling back to Bandra in that crowded train, there was this man sitting next to me wearing white kurta pyjama & dark glasses and looking out of the window. He was humming an old hindi film song. Suddenly he asked me without looking at me, why am I so restless. I asked him how does he know that I am restless. He said my body language indicated that. After sometime he again said that I must wear colourful clothes. I looked at my stained cream coloured T-Shirt and kept quiet. Then he said" sometimes a colourful shirt can change your state of mind". I asked him why was he wearing a white kurta pyjama. He said that is because he was not restless. At Dadar station he got up walked towards the door of the local train, pushing the crowd. Somebody shouted "get off my foot, cant you see you are standing on it". He turned towards this man and said," I am sorry I did't see. I am blind" and disappeared in the crowd.
I looked at my stained cream T-Shirt and wondered at the thought of the blind man talking about colours, Since then, whenever I am feeling low or not in my elements or slightly off colour, I pick up a red shirt and my day changes its colour. Try it… It may work for you too…