The Flower Sellers
Rushing with their bundles

The Milk Vendors
Cycling with their milk cans

The Newspaper boys
Sorting out their packets

The Morning walkers
Warming up and stretching

The Chai-walas
Pouring out their teas

The scarfed mill workers
Speeding for their shifts

The vegetable vendors
Carrying their head loads

The Suprabhatham
Flowing from a distant house

The night shift workers
Returning home.

The Municipality workers
Cleaning the streets..

*The city is waking up
Or did it ever sleep?

Oh my dear friend
where are you?

Till yesterday
we fought
we argued
we discussed
we debated
we agreed
we disagreed
we agreed to disagree
we learnt from each other
or at least
I learnt a lot from you..

But
Oh my dear friend
where are you?

We said goodbye
in the late evening
at the side of the road
Leading to your abode
On a Tuesday night
Only to hear that
You had gone away
With out a word the next day!



I still
remember your smiling face
your sparkling eyes through your glasses
your sharp and crisp words
your simplicity
your sense of humour
your no-nonsense approach to things
your straightforwardness
your firm but friendly voice

You left me on the highway
Not to return
only your memories
will linger in my mind
till I find another friend just like you
which is impossible
for you are so much inside me..

Oh my dear friend
where are you..?
Even after all these days
I feel you as my pillion rider
at the back of my bike.

Oh my dear friend,
where are you..?

Keep Smiling,
Even when blood flows all around you,
even if you see your own blood
drenching your dead body.
Even when the hawks descend on you
Get up and Awake from the ashes
Be the Change..

Keep smiling
for
India will save itself

But it may take time
for people to realise
that this is too bad

Even ****** did not last
History will repeat itself
And a new India will be borne

But it will take its own time
The question is ..
What is this time?
How long?
How fast?
How many more to die?
What will be the new form?
Keep writing..
Keep talking.
Keep working.
Inspire others..
Be active..
Be the change...
and ...

Keep smiling...
Even when blood flows all around you...
Keep smiling...
For
this will not last for ever..

Random scribblings
Sometimes
Makes much more sense
Than
Well thought out,
Planned & refined writings.
Because,
Randomness is
What our nature is,
What occurs to us  ...
What we normally are,
What we do by instinct,
and
How we react
.
..
...
*naturally...

Laugh
As much as you can
..

crying
is
old-fashioned.

It's time
To move
To run
To walk
To talk
To act
To live now...

It's time
For time does not wait for us..
Live now, Live today
Because it's time
To change
To be the change
..

Hurry..
..
.
It's time..

Be Positive
Because
Being negative
Does not take you anywhere
Being negative does not make you positive.
..
..
so
just be positive..
though it's a bit cliched
a bit old fashioned to repeat..

It still makes lot more difference
in a word which is
+ve.