CHERISH with HARISH

Sometimes, things in life are so well planned that you are left in awe of the 'person' who's designed it... Last friday was 14th August. It was Janmashtmi, the day of MATKI-PHOD! I had never been a part of the brave pyramid which tried breaking the Matki, tied metres above the ground level. This year,for the first time, I joined in. The place was just under my hostel and the people in the pyramid were young men like me. It was fun... Holding each other tightly to make a good base... standing on shoulders with unbalanced expectations... heavy drops of water falling from the sky, shaking the pyramid every now and then... all of us falling down and rising again... It was fun! We all started with it at around 11pm, and by 12 I was tired, hurt and exhausted. But still, there was something, which drove all of us to get up and try again. May be it was the MATKI, or may be, it was just the fun of climbing up and falling down, with smiles we will remember for the rest of our lives!

“Get up boy, it’s 6:30 already!” Shouted Pa. Vivek hated this line from Pa more than he hated the alarm clock. It was a pleasant Saturday morning, the fifth day of Vivek’s summer break from school. With eyes half closed and feet trying to balance his body, Vivek reached the window. With his left hand he pushed it open. The lovely morning breeze entered Vivek’s hair. It refreshened him enough to open his eyes. The very smell of that breeze brought him back memories of his last summer vacation, when he was in class 3rd- going out for morning walks, watching ‘Disney Hour’, lying down on the floor with the cooler throwing ‘fresh’ droplets of water on his face, having those sweet yellow mangoes in the evening, playing cricket with one-tip-one-hand rules and... “Vivek, you still not up? You’ll have to complete your ‘cycling’ thing today!” Pa shouted again with a volume good enough to break those happy summer diaries of Vivek. ‘Cycling?’ Yes, that was one thing Vivek was trying to learn from

When do we sleep? When do we get up? What are dreams? The ones we see while being asleep or the ones we reach out for when are awake? What are dreams? What is peace? The feeling of going deep into slumber or that satisfying smile after helping a poor soul. What is peace? What is comfort? When we lie down on a flat surface to close our eyes after a tiring day or when we stand up and stretch after sitting on the same chair for the whole day? What is comfort? Are we asleep while being awake or are we awake ahile being asleep? The music which hums in the space, is it because of the peaceful night, or because of the feeling of succeeding in a day of HARDWORK? What is more scary? The nightmares we see while being asleep, or the feeling of being LOST in a world where everyone KNOWS you? We sleep to take a break from being awake, and we wake up as we are TIRED of sleeping! When do we sleep? When do we get up? When do we sleep...

I live in a body, which works for my mind. I have a mind which lives in my body. I have a heart which lets me love my mind and my body! All three work to take me forward in life. I walk, i run, i sleep... i thank my body, i thank my heart and i thank my mind too. After all the hard work, sweating and running, i read somewhere that this LIFE IS A LIE! Is it? i dont know.My mind, body and my heart would not work so hard, just for a LIE! I can agree that it is a rehearsal or a training period to learn something, which is more important than life, but this life is definitely not a lie! Afterall, rehearsals are very important for the final show; training is very important for the war! You work more in a rehearsal, than in the final show. Don't you? i LOVE THIS lie... I'll continue working hard and I'll continue loving life... I'll continue rehearsing hard, 'cause this rehearsal is the most important one for me! I live in a body, which works for my mind. I have a mind wh

Rohan sat in front of Sheetal with folded hands. He wondered if it was the worst moment of his life or not. Sheetal was looking at the cup of coffee in his hands. She had tears in her eyes. She could not cry aloud, as it was the canteen and she could not be quiet as it was hurting. It had hurt her really hard inside when Rohan told her that he had started liking someone else . After being in a relationship for more than a year, it was difficult to hear such a thing from the person whom she had loved the most. There was stunned silence. They were not talking, but still everything was being communicated. It was the weirdest of communications; the communication through little gestures- of hands, frowns, eye-lids, lips and may be the vibes between them. To break that communication for a second, Rohan lifted the cup to have a sip of coffee. As he started gulping the hot sip, his eyes met Sheetal’s. They were red, with the veins crying on the white surface of the ball. T

I had been living in this perception that I would work my country and bla bla bla. But in the last two weeks i have come accross some wierd events, incidents or to be honest, CALAMITIES. The people being exploited from the 'E' in the word till the end of it to 'D'. The tribals (bastar, kalinga, telengana etc.) have been asked and forced to vacate lands for SEZ's and other industries. Their houses being snatched... being killed... being allotted new houses which are located in unhealthy, inaccessible locations with no electricity, no water supply and no roads... exploitation at civic, economic and personal levels. It is from these locations that naxalites are born. The north east(nagas, mizos and other tribes), the Kashmiris, I had always thought that their demands are baseless, as meeting them would be breaking the country. But my recently changed mindset compared the same situation with Britain ruling over India and calling it a part of Brtain itself! I know that a

Bangalore. Ahmedabad. when will they stop? By 'they' I don't mean the terrorists, 'cos we know that they would never stop! By 'they', I mean the intelligence agencies, the police... the security...the SYSTEM. In USA, there was 9/11 and nothing after that. I london, there were the tube blasts and nothing after that. But India has been happy showing its map to the world with points (cities) being injured every three months. Why are the intelligence agencies going careless. And if the common man thinks of asking the government about this, he is reminded of the shameful clips of the 'trust vote' scene in the parliament. The so-called leaders, leading the world's largest democracy with bundles of notes in their hands. And what about the common man? FUCK 'man'...