Wake me up when September ends...

A post for sure was not scheduled for today, but isnt my title enough to satisfy my urge to write today J.

A beautiful song from past brings with it just not the lyrics but strings of emotions attached with it, and sometimes whole bag full of memories. It’s important to cherish to retain their flavour something like soft soft corn, baked on coal, dipped in lime with a tinge of salt, isnt it yum!!

 It is not the only thing, which made me write today. But a blog, which I read, it was very simple, and I could easily connect with the person. The oddles of emotions made me feel excited and yet brought out a short and simple post.

“Summer has come and passed 

The innocent can never last 

wake me up when September ends"

Just simply how the lyricist of this song tells us, our life is so much like seasons, 

"with summer it brings us memories of our childhood,
  Going to our nani’s house and playing all day around, with rain the days; when getting wet was easiest option, and winters is just another indication that summers are not far away!”

So have a nice time with this wonderful epic song J

Did I miss something ?

Looking outside the big glass window,

                             the extreme blue sky,
                             the chirping birds,
                             lustrous green trees;
                             no sane man in this world would have failed to notice such beauty,

And to my astonishment, I couldn't see it!!
What my eyes perceive doesn't even reach my mind; as he is busy processing
                the fact “ How late I am already running for office!”
It’s my daily routine to travel in what is known as Delhi Governement’s biggest achievement: the Delhi Metro.

I take the train at Pulbangash (Red Line) at 8:58 AM,

 leading me to Kashmiri gate,
 where I run atleast 5 floors down
 to catch my next train in the yellow line
 which leads me to Rajiv chowk;
 where I struggle my way upwards as people
 keep falling from every direction on staircase;
 for my last train at 9:17 to reach Botanical Garden.

 Hold on, the journey doesn't stop there! As I alight the metro, I have to run even faster to catch my office cab at 9:50. Yes, the journey pauses for a while, actually waits here!

I know that the non-Delhiites look forward to their Metro caravan as an historic event of their lives. But for a commuter like me, its a routine that has lost its charm and has been a mundane process for a while now.

Oh no! I am not telling you how much I struggle to reach office; but how my mind cannot forget this itinerary.
I try to distract him by reading my novel between these runs, but I do understand his helplessness!
I try to convince him, “Dear, it's ok to miss the train sometimes”; to which he instead tells me “Only I would bear its brunt!” Without much coercion, I confine in myself again; staring blankly at other humans or at times outside, when I am little lucky with the crowd. Sometimes I feel there is too much of silence; it disturbs me, and at other times the “Karaoke” of humans irritates me, and my mind is always busy listening to “Braino Clock!"

The boring untiring life has filled me with so much despair; I forget to notice,the little innocent hand embracing me, welcoming me to entirely a new experience of this disdain journey! I feel a stress, as this feeling causes a commotion between my heart and mind. He asks me

 “ Why do you always wish to initiate something which you cannot get? Why do you want to connect with someone when you have adjusted so well with this monotonous life?” 

To this queer question put by my mind, I very aptly answer,

"Ya I know that what you are saying  is an intelligent decision, and the easiest one too.But it is also true that my heart longs for this caressing touch; even if it is once in a while, it brings a sense of happiness, which can last long."

And now, my mind, examining enough of my patience, tells me that all this while, it was a test to let me know, how easily my heart has forgotten the beautiful times which meant so much to me. Its important to move on in life, but what is not important is becoming weak and adjusting to what the world throws at you.

"The Longer I live the more beautiful life becomes. If you foolishily ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself without it. Your life will be impoverished.But if you invest in beauty, it will remain with you all the days of your life."

I am back...

  It took me time to realize, what exactly is going in my mind. But I couldn't make out; as always!!

So I thought, "Let's write something." And then I thought again, but still I couldn't make out. 
And then I decided to write something what I am going through. I sat back; and thought and thought. And believe me, I still couldn't make out 




I see the world around and felt that if nothing is constant, why should my views be? Why do I need to decide and write about something every-time. And here, my superbly devil mind tells me: "Let your blog be as dynamic and crazy as you are."


   And it just took me 1/2 sec of thinking....


The above para is a tribute to : CATCH 22.




With time, my mind has matured and behaves like a grown up; that needs to pour out what it thinks, somewhere. As always , this time too, I will try to be regular on my blog.




I am not writing much today what I thought I might; but just raising the eagerness of people, who might have got interested by this article. So keep waiting, and I promise this time you wont be disappointed; and yet again hopefully! 








P.S.: for those who have read the articles of this blog before. I am in love with the name of the blog and cannot think of changing it