CHERISH with HARISH

Me: See, Gaddafi is dead. Now, Libya is free. Learn something from us. Crows: Libya was always free for us!

It was a usual weekday. The time was somewhere between the end of a tiring afternoon and the beginning of a fresh evening. I was done with my work at the office for the day, but it was too early to go home. I was confused. I started calling my friends- Anshuman, Nitish, Vikram, Happy and Nishtha. They were all busy in one thing or the other. This was tempting enough for me to go back home for a nap, but I somehow stopped myself. I didn't want to waste this time. I decided to spend the time with MYSELF. I left for Mandi House. Mandi house is quite far away from the place where my office is (Gurgaon). In the last two years I have spent in Ahmedabad, I have driven very little, almost none. The bike rides this week , majorly for work, reminded me of that time when I stayed here in Delhi, during graduation. The wide roads, the rude fellow-drivers, the 'green Delhi clean Delhi' boards, the unreasonable honking- they all came back to me. As I drove towards Mandi House, these thoug...

उँगलियों के बीच छिपी थी खुशियाँ, बंद मुट्ठी से कभी बाहर न आ सकीं। बस ज़रूरत थी तो उन खुले हथेलियों की ...

I bribe, I cheat, I lie, I fight, I pollute, I cry, Look at the crows, they just FLY...

It's not about the diary you write in, not about the pen you write with, it's not even about the place where you sit and write. It's all about WHAT YOU WRITE...

I stand at the crossroads, looking at all the 4 directions, offering me a good position in the race. Do I need to analyse so much? Do I need to make a 5-year plan? It is all about instincts I guess, I take the road which suits me the best now, I take the road which I like. It's all about the heart. There are people who talk of the race, let them. I don't like the idea of races, the won who comes first is called a 'winner'. But what about the others who worked equally hard, what do you call them? LOSERS? Are you serious? I think the only parameter which guides your pace, is TIME, stronger than any of your opponents, stronger than the race itself. So I go for the road which I like, I think it's not about which road I take, but it' all about how I perform on any road, That's the race, I guess... Racing against myself! (Photo by Marti Liebermann. Original pic:  http://www.flickr.com/photos/liebermann/580181284/)

I am at home in a state of 'total rest'. I have all the time in the world to think, to watch, to waste. So, I thought why not use this precious 'gold' with some care. So from now on, one film per day, one upload per day (write up) and some reading everyday. I feel really lucky to be having this phase of nothingness, which is refreshing. I don't know when will I get a similar break next. (I must thank Sambit here, for inspiring me with his daily blog 'Rozana'! http://chandlafzrozaanaa.blogspot.com/) :)

क्यों बेसब्री से बैठ सूरज का इंतज़ार करता, ढंग से देख, इस अँधेरी रात में भी, कमी नहीं प्रकाश की...

I thought I should share my photographs...my flikr photostream... http://www.flickr.com/photos/27389026@N03/

I put an alarm on my cellphone everyday, but I usually miss it. Look at the CROWS...always up on time. They have no technology, no machines, no clocks...just the sun and the breeze. Bloody birds!

I reached home today, in the morning. After a tiring month of diploma in NID, it was nice to enter Delhi, which was itself entering a new season...the winters. In the morning, the moment my train entered Rajasthan, that pleasant early morning smell of the winters struck me. It was so strong, so nostalgic... It somehow had every element to remind me of the fact that I AM GOING HOME... It filled me with immense joy. This happy change in the atmosphere compelled me to change the look of my blog. Let me know if it is readable or not. Till then I get lost in the nostalgia...