I may runaway

One of these days i will do it anyway...

I know its not the only way....
But I think I might just runaway....

Away from the crowd and all this madness,
Away from the misery and all this sadness

Dont know where to go from there
If I told you would you care?

But it might be the land of belly-dancers and fire,
Or just the hidden quiet neighbourhood village-square

U might find me in a caravan one day.
or living in Poland with dogs showing the way

I might just take up a 1bhk in a 100kg plum pudding,
or I might just live inside a treehouse with just the flowers budding.

I might become the face on a one ruppee coin,
or smile at you from the next-door joint

I might be the gal who sells flowers to your Mom,
I might become the cup of coffee keeping u so warm

I can just decide to become a piper,
blowing and hooting and growing riper.

I may hide in a tattered pair of boots,
or I can snuggle in a basket of winter fruits.

I could become a blue berry muffin,
or I could just be a pink satin ribbon on a gal so stuffy.

I could be the colour on ur tickled cheek,
I may lurk in the broken boat on the creek..

U may find me hidden in your spring buds,
or I may be the dam that stops floods...

I could be anywhere and hide in anything,
So dont be too sure that am not watching.

So I guess

One of these days I will do it anyway
It might be funny but I may just runaway.

looked up : saw a swarm of flying birds

FOR YOU : YOU ARE THE SCAR


Coming home daily is a ritual we all perform..
but very few of us come back home the way the those swans of birds do..
all flying in one direction..centered in one way..taking turns at being the guiding navigator..gradually but surely reaching the long awaited destination .

Sometimes i look up to the skies and watch in appreciation ,
Not just because their flight is stupendous but because they all have this tremendous drive to reach somewhere.
Unshakeable , steady , firm , determined and... and HAPPY .
So happy that they do not get tired and stop to take rest anywhere .
No breathing space , no lethargy , just flight..going on and on and on and on....


I sometimes wish that I have a place to go like that .
Where with all my grit and determination , I shall head to..
No-one can stop me because I am going THERE.
I will have the tenacity and grip to overcome evry obstacle because I am going THERE
No fatigue shall touch me because I am going THERE .
I shall smile no matter how weary I am because I am heading THERE .

THERE ..the abode of my mental peace and sanity .
the haven of my spirit .
where I smile and only...smile..





Where is this THERE ?
I dont know .
It could be home , it could be a person , it could be a destination , it could be a journey .
For each one it is different..

But it has to be there otherwise we lose the enthusiasm with which we fly towards it .



For me , I havent yet reached THERE .
I think I found it ( You know what I am saying ) but havent reached it...


However, Coming back home daily after a grinding 10 (sometimes 15 !) hours of back-breaking software work and
skull-blowing stress ...I sometimes found a fleeting moment of solace .
Because in someways , I was going THERE .





Thank you for contributing to THERE .




Yesterday when I walked in and saw your place empty , something missed you .
Perhaps my heartbeat .

In your own way you had become a part of my life and habitat .

We had our moments ..of fight and rage .
But we had our moments...of consolation and support , too .

In short , we had our moments .











This is Bangalore .

Everybody is a software engineer or an analyst or a consultant or a BPO guy.

It is an island we all come to , far far away from home .

We all make friends , acquaintances , enemies , lovers and roomies ....eventually we move on..


to newer friends to newer pastures , to newer jobs , to newer affairs , to newer cities and even nationalities .



But some of us have been lucky and blessed that while we shall move on to newer things like evrybody else ,
some of the old ones will remain like a scar....
Not the bad scars--not those ones .
But like the good ones ..like the one you get because of a love-bite or perhaps a war you fought for your country .

You look at it everytime and it aches but its still a very sweet remembrance .


I guess am scarred now .






THIS ONE WILL REMAIN ON MY BLOG AND ITS DEDICATED TO MY EX-COLLEAGUE S AND FRIENDS AND ROOMIES..alll those who left behind memories and their absence .....JOYEETA.