CHERISH with HARISH

A young man every day on the border of Afghanistan and Pakistan, Wakes up and tells his father in Pashto, “It seems to be a clear day, no American and Pakistani army vehicles around.” Another young man wakes up in Africa, picks up his rifle, Which is almost half his body size and is happy that he did not have to wake up, With sounds of gun shots. In Swahili, he mutters “It’s wonderful to wake up in PEACE!” A tired young man in Mankulam, Sri Lanka, lies down in the afternoon, thinking of how his uncle had killed that Sri Lankan soldier who had abused his mother. That Tibetan young man hugs his sister, as she starts crying at the taste of Thupka, Which reminds it of her mom, who was killed by the Chinese soldiers years ago. That fair young man in Gaza, Kneels down to offer prayers to God, A God who had done nothing to help him till date, The war still went on with no winners, no losers, no parents, Only Israelis everywhere! That Kashmiri young man leaves home early morning, With a kiss o

We talk of so many lives in one world, But little do we talk of so many worlds in one life. I live in diverse worlds, in the same life. One world has my house, my parents, and memories. Then there’s one which has my love, my friends and places and people I miss. There’s my college, my dreams of a job or two or more, Then there’s a world of good things I have done, Then there’s one which has all the embarrassing moments of mine. There’s a world which I want to be in, and there are a few I hate to be in, Some worlds start and end in a moment, some last a lifetime, or may be further. Some worlds I want to leave behind and move ahead, Some I want to enter with smiles. Some worlds which are pure nostalgia, enclosed in those old photo albums. All different and wide apart, but my worlds. I can’t divide these worlds by drawing lines, In fact one leads magically into another. I am presently traveling from Delhi to Ahmedabad, From one world to another. There are journeys which introduce me to w

For those two crows sitting on it, it was just another wire,but for us, it was the BORDER...

I write, because I think. I think, because I see. I see, because there is so much more to see. The world's a beautiful place. I know, because I listen. I listen, because I travel. I travel because there are so many journeys left. The world's a beautiful place. I pray, because there's God. There's God, because there's man. There's man, but how much of 'man' do I actually know? The world's a beautiful place. I bathe, because I'm dirty. I am dirty, because I was clean once. If I am clean, then how clean is clean and how dirty is dirty. The world's a beautiful place. I stand, because I'll walk soon. I'll walk, because I'll run soon. If I run, will I actually fly soon? The world's a beautiful place.

The fish FLY deep in the ocean, the birds SWIM high in the air... No one knows who's better!

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