CHERISH with HARISH

BRAIN is as good or as bad as the RAIN! Never play with it. It hurts when it starts playing with you. It does!

My-crow thinking crow-versation: Old crow- Kid, In our times, I used to fly 30,000 feet. Older crow- No in our times we used to fly 45,000 feet kid. Oldest crow- This is nothing Kid, in our time, I once flied 50,000 ft. Get it. What is your aim now! Kid crow- (scared) But I think SKY's THE LIMIT,sir! Isn't it?!

I was finishing my education, all excited I wanted to take the toughest journey, I thought so, and thus began my big journey. From Ahmedabad, I came back home, to Delhi, and I was happy at my pace. I was faster than the others, but not content. I worked for a bit and, joined the Bombay film Industry, my speed got better, and experiences obviously bigger, I was definitely faster than the others, but not content. I finished working in 4 feature films, one ad-film, I was way faster than the others, but still not content. I could not settle in Bombay, as I had plans way bigger and much grander. I began my production house and theatre company. I battled corruption, and won. Kamaan was on, so was My-Crow Thinking and the journey with unknown pride. Again I could see, I was faster than my friends, but not content. But one fine midnight, things changed for me, I did no wake up in the morning, with multiple seizures and fits I had suffered the whole night. I s

I saw this dog, always in the lane. My friends from Hong Kong came and spoke to it in Cantonese/ Chinese, the dog wagged its tail happily. One fine day, I had a walk with my Dutch friends, who patted on the dog's head, in the same lane. They told it something in Dutch, and I didn't get a word, but the dog still wagged its tail, with happiness. One evening, I had a walk with my Kashmiri friends, and they spotted the dog too. They said something in Kashmiri, and I obviously did not get a word again. But surprisingly, the dog still wagged its tail. I kept getting friends from various backgrounds, languages and regions, the dog kept wagging tail. I kept getting my answers as the dog kept wagging its tail, and kept spreading love, irrespective of language, nationality, region or any boundary. I got all my answers. That dog silently answered...

It was an evening and I had to rush to NIZAMUDDIN DARGAH, after our theatre rehearsal, with some friends of mine, who had to run to various destinations for reasons of their own. I reached the Islamic sacred place and could not hear the 'famous' music. The Qawwali which begins at 6 pm. There was unwanted peace. No Music, no rhythmic claps, just a curious crowd around the monument. Had we missed the music. Were we so late? How could we be so careless? With these question we were beginning to turn, and suddenly out of no where, emerged a HARMONIUM, the Indian instrument which the singers played while singing. We were on time. Yup! And a blink of time the whole atosphere had turned musical with people giving 10 rupee notes to the singers. I meditated for a while. I could see my friends and they could see me. I was happy that we had witnessed the brilliant music, but every time I came there, I would give ten rupee note, but I did not feel like, I don't know why. May be