CHERISH with HARISH

In a world, big and huge... Where are the similarities...? I am from Asia and 'you' are from America...Division! I leave that discussin and come back to Asia...I look around, we are all Asians. But i am from South Asia and 'you' are from the West. I chuck the debate and reach South Asia. I breathe in ...feel good, We are all South Asians. We are one...NO I am from India and 'you' are from Pakistan. We argue and we fight. I leave the debate and reach India, my motherland, my nation, my heart! Phew...no more divisions...We are all Indians... But no, I am a South Indian and 'you' are a North Indian I am a West Indian and 'you' are from the East, or from the North East. I leave this debate too and come to Gujarat, where I am presently staying...All Gujjus? NO! I am a Kathiwadi, you are from Saurashtra..Hindu-Muslim... Parsi-Sindhi... Too much! I enter the NID gate and feel relieved... All NIDians. Great... But not really! I am from A-hostel, 'you

"Why do people fall in love? Why don't they RISE in it ... ;)

"We all have points to make... but no one joins the points to make a line!"

We always notice them, those shiny little beads, falling from our eyes. We see nothing before that, nothing after that. We never see the hurt eyebrows, coming close to each other, contracting in space, making the eyelids blink more. What we always see, are just those shtiny little beads, called TEARS. We never see the tragic frown, formed on the forehead, trying its best to hide the sadness. What we always see, are those shiny little beads, called TEARS... We never see the Adam's apple, moving up and down, fighting with the choked feelings, trying its best not to show those shiny little beads called TEARS. We see them flow out from the edge of the eyelids, flowing down in a line, those shiny little beads called TEARS. But we never see the pale cheeks carrying them, which were red cushions because of smiles, Do we see them Those pale cheeks? We never see the brave jawline, on whose edge, those beads balance themselves, and then fall off, disappearing into memories, fading out . Do w

"Unfortunately... we all know everything...except the act of saying 'I don't know'!"

'Wish I had a camera, everytime i saw beauty!'

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!