A beautiful painting we admire.. but how often have we noticed the careful strokes that gave life to an empty canvas?

A beautiful symphony.. we often seek to music to find our lost self in our own world..

But how often have we noticed the different notes, the different instruments that make up the divine music?

Those small things.. the small moments.. that made us smile, that made us cry, that made us angry.. that made our life.. that made us who we are.. we often failed to notice..

Very often we find ourselves questioning who we are..

Can we really decipher all our life’s mysteries.. or perhaps a few of them?

What is a soul? Why do we dream? the simplest of the quesitons.. that can never be answered.. perhaps we would be better off not searching at all.. not yearning..

But the answers are all around us.. in the light.. in the shadows.. every where around us..

What does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of the moments?

All these questions answered.. will they serve the real purpose of life?

Have we truly any choice in when we rise? or when we fall?

All these questions answered.. will they help u fight the hard facts of life’s struggle with death?

With all these questions answered.. uncertainty creeps in.. and all u are left with are a new set of questions to understand what you are.. and why you are here..,

We hold close to us those on whom we depend.. we trust them with our hopes..our fears..

What happens when this trust is lost? when things we believe in vanish before our eyes.. wer do we run?

In the end all you can hope is that there still remains a glimmer of life u once knew..

We search for these unanswered questions.. but that urge to search is wat separates us.. wat makes us human.. a fragile existence.. with a purpose in there some where..

It is our memories that give it a purpose and a context..

The once empty canvas with which we hav entered this universe..

The beautiful picture we have painted all along… and the small strokes that made it possible..

When the picture that we draw is our own image.. the small strokes that make it are the smallest of the memories that we treasure..

We build our own history with one memory at a time.. the fears, the loves and the regrets..

We choose the important of moments n treasure it as a memory.. And in the end it is these moments that make what we really are.. and what we chose to be who we are..

-Vamsi

In utter reverence..
-Vamsi

It will have to give up at any moment and surrender its existence to the little puddle below… but something made it cling on.. a little longer.. perhaps a desire..

Desire to stay a little longer.. perhaps a fraction of second more in the company of the green leaf which held it.. nurtured it.. and now was ready to offer its child to the the little society of droplets underneath…

It was just a droplet all along… where did it come from??? Perhaps a fog, dew or an overnight drizzle… of unknown origin.. but it was now here… existing with a distinct identity… only hoping to cling onto the same identity a little longer…  the identity that would be lost forever…

Finally the time has come.. the droplet left its shelter…

Pointing towards its once safe shelter… the droplet went down…

Agony filled its heart as it went down… We wouldn’t know what purpose it had set itself and with what strength it went down to make it so heavy.. it created a huge ripple all around it…

Perhaps that was its true purpose.. to revolutionize everything around it… to transform the little society of which it is now a part..

To live again with a distinct identity the way it learnt from the soul of the nature.. its mother…

But something else happened… the ripple it sent around gradually died out with time… the little society engulfed it…

And thus its existence was lost forever…

P.S. But yeah, the water in the puddle never remained the same again… Because the droplet fell.. ripple was created… mud around was churned.. the color of the society changed forever…

P.S.S Revolution starts with ONE… it only requires one to churn what lies within us… and to change the course of destiny..

stared at the computer screen. Nothing. Silence.. left index finger on F and the right index

on J.. a cursor blinking on a blank page… “why is that?” i think..

There has been times.. not few but many.. where I have nothing to say at all. I close my

eyes and no words come to me, only silence. It is in these rare moments when not even my

mind is reeling. Nothing but black.. My mind is blank and the usual vivid colors i imagine

are exploding in my brain but all i see is black.. I aimlessly wander in the deepest

recesses of who I am.. I discover something.. Something which i used to have.. a little of

which i still have.. and then i ponder.. “Am I losing IT??”

Little did I know that I would lose it someday when i wrote my first blog post… Little did

i know that a day would come when there are millions of things to write but i wouldn’t..

couldn’t.. has It been sucked up to the very last bit?? what is this feeling?? Why cant i write..??

Ever had the feeling, were you just wanted to scream, smash the screen before you and stomp out??
Yeah.. i feel like it..

And then i console.. “get on with it dude.. u just cant keep kicking urself.. kick the

writer’s block instead!!”

The people we meet

The acquaintances we make

The hands we shake

The happenings we share

The memories we make are the ones dat remain… n the ones i wish 2 preserve!!!

I Miss DAIICT and more than that i so much Miss the ppl whu made it special to me in my wonderful journey!!!

P.S. Wrote this long back.. posted just nw!!

I’ve seen it all, as a little boy

Cried in darkness out of pain

In the end what did I gain?

As a child I had a dream

To say out loud what I mean

I guess I was too shy

As I stood there

Watching the world go by

Try to make a point and they call you stupid

But don’t give up till you achieve it

Everybody’s got their share of miseries

Talk to them and you’ll hear all their stories

For many the sorrows may last for a night

But many won’t let go without a fight

No matter what the situation is like

Life goes on mate, just don’t strike

Be bold be strong

Nothing in your life can ever go wrong

Stand up for what you believe in

Don’t forgot that life goes on

Even if you plan to give in

Stand straight in life’s whin

And there my friend you fight till you win

- Vamsi

After a short stroll through the unfamiliar streets, Jay returned to the hotel’s own dining room. It took 5 mins for the waiter to come over. He ordered a cold breakfast, very simple; he hated eating alone!

Just when he began to hate his boredom, he noticed the waiter standing at the table long lost in contemplation. Coming back to his senses, the waiter repeated the course and left. Jay had his breakfast served, ate it alone and just when he was about to leave, he asked the waiter; the reason behind his musing. He said, ” Can you imagine; someone you love disappears and you would be left alone to live in this world alone?” and left. Later he came to know from the other waiters that the man lost his wife just 2 days back.

On his way out Jay imagined losing Jessi that way some day. Never knowing, reduced to imagining anything and everything. He would be condemned to live until the end of his days, alone in unrelenting horror,  an endless nightmare. In a flash he realized that if he doesnt start now he would be late for his meeting with Jessi, the love of his life, the one companion he can never lose, the one he never proposed. If everything goes well, he will propose her on the shore and he is pretty sure the answer is “yes”. As he left the hotel, he felt an irresistible yearning to be with Jessi.

Jessi tired of waiting for that beautiful moment when her boyfriend would propose her, started off a little early to reach the shore. On her way towards the shore, she kept coming across weekend tourists (yeah this place is a tourist attraction.. all places with beautiful shores are.. aint they??). Every cluster of tourists that she came across presented the same pattern: the man pushing the pram with a baby in it, the woman walking beside him. Then along with a few morning strollers, she found herself on the sea-wall. The tide was out, the sandy plain stretched away over a kilometer, presenting a lovely paradise all set for a lovely proposal. She saw people relishing the beautiful morning on the shore with family and friends, kites and sand yachts everywhere.

After a long walk, Jay reached the sea-wall. Down below, on the beach, he saw men with their heads thrown back releasing kites into the air. They were doing it with passion. He went down the steps to beach and looked carefully along the ebbing waterline. Among the distant silhouettes he was able to make out Jessi on the shore with sand yachts speeding in all directions around her and beautiful kites in all colors filling the sky like butterflies in the background.

She had just stopped to gaze at the waves, the sailing boats, the clouds and the sky filled with kites. She looked like an angel driven to earth only for him; her dress lit by several gleams of sunshine. He found his companion of joys and sorrows and the rest of it, his only love. Still some thing was disturbing him. He saw the distant sand-yachts and when he realised that one of them was heading at a race-car speed towards Jessi, he frowned. An old man lay in the thing, flat on his back with no clue of anything ahead of him. Jay quickened his pace. He tried to shout, wanting to distract her who is still strolling nonchalantly, calm n pretty..  Suddenly he imagined her body crushed by the sand yacht, sprawled on sand. Thoroughly  disturbed by the image, with tears in his eyes, he continued running towards her, cursing the tragic turn.. a beautiful morning to a nightmare.. he wished it would all be a dream..

Jessi still strolling, looking at the far away boats failed to notice the man flailing his hand over his head. Finally, she seemed to see him. Overjoyed,  he raised his arm again. But she paid no heed and stopped again to look at the long line of the sea caressing the sand. In a blow the sand-yacht hit her. She sees a figure struggling in a crowd. The image is pale, fleeting, she strains to hold on to it, as a bit of her life slipping away from her.. But for Jay, all the crowd, kites, sand-yachts disappears slowly one after the other.. until he is the only person left in an abyss; darkness everywhere.. he suddenly hears  the voice he had always loved to listen.. the voice of Jessi and a lovely angel appears out of no where..  “honey, it isn’t real, it isn’t real.. Wake up! It’s not real!” and slowly, very slowly, she grew quiet.. Jay opens his eyes.. she is gone.. Jessi left him an year ago.. but lived with him in his dreams ever since.. the love of his life whom he never proposed!!

Being exhilarated by the air and the water, refreshed by the morning walk or an evening saunter, thrilled by the stars at night, elated over a bird’s nest, a smile on a baby’s face.. the rewards of a simple life, we never notice…

Teardrops from the eyes… and a curve on the face… are the most beautiful rewards of the life..

but this time i dont want U to miss them.. so i bring this to U..

Teardrops from the eyes…

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he feels lonely..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he lost something..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he flunked..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he cant hide his pain..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he wants to die..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he lost his love..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he dint get the job..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he has no one..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he cant feed his family..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he cant bear the burden of life..

Someone somewhere is crying bcoz he cant take rejection anymore..

If U are the only person beside this crying “Someone”.. will U give him Ur shoulder to cry upon?? Will U spare a second of Ur life and lend an ear or even a thought??..

lets save Someone‘s precious tear today.. for thats the true happiness of life..

A curve on the face…

Someone somewhere is smiling bcoz he just made a roadside beggar smile..

Someone somewhere is smiling bcoz he made someone happy with a gift..

Someone somewhere is smiling bcoz it is raining..

Someone somewhere is giggling bcoz her puppy just licked her face..

Someone somewhere is blushing bcoz she just dreamt of her wedding..

Someone somewhere is happy bcoz his favorite cricketer just hit a boundary..

Someone somewhere is happy bcoz he had his first baby..

Someone somewhere is smiling bcoz her husband brought her flowers..

Someone somewhere is smiling bcoz he made his first century..

Someone somewhere is smiling bcoz his dad gave him a surprise gift..

Someone somewhere is smiling bcoz his friend just cracked a joke..

Someone somewhere is happy bcoz he made someone happy.. n that someone I want to be…

Lets find the simple happiness of life by lighting up Someone’s day.. bringing the little Curve on someone’s face.. 

When Life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show Life that you have a thousand reasons to smile!!

“The End” to this day..(isn’t it??)!!

The end of a day… the end of a journey… the end of a task… the end of a wish… the end of everything… the end of the beginning..

when i thought deeply about it, it was so true.. we are always trying to reach an end.. so this is the Beginning of my “The End”..

“On a dark and lonely night i was walking back to my college… I had my eyes on the end of road. At the end of a long road i started thinking (for thats the only thing i can do apart from walking)…

When i am reading a book, i want to reach the last page… the end of the book. When i am watching a movie, i want to know its end. When i am doing a project, i want to reach its end. When i am traveling, i want to reach my destination. When i am fighting, i want the end of it, the winning. When i am praying, i am trying to reach an end to the reason why i am praying. When i am laughing, i want to reach the end of my sadness. When i am running in a race, i am trying to reach the finish line, the end of race. When i am sleeping, i am reaching the end of today. When i am breathing, i am trying to reach an end to every second of my life.

We are all running towards an end. We all want to be there first..

This last thought  surprised me.. right from the beginning of my life, i have been trying to reach an end.. And then with a right turn i reached my college.. The End of that Day.. The beginning of that night..”

(oh yeah the bright light of my campus ended the darkness of that night )

P.S. When i m writing this post.. i m trying to end my boredom!!

Beads of perspiration peppering his forehead, glistened in the midday sun.. he was still running

his legs were tired, his heart was beating as fast as it can, but his mind was never tired..

mustering all his energy, he still kept running…

it has been 20 years since he started running.. fortunately his mind still holding his body.. he kept running.

he was running in a path beautifully paved…  not by him.. but by the ones before him.. he kept running.

it was never his goal nor his path and he always felt like changing it… but his mind wouldn’t permit… he kept running.

the road he was running, was never “a road not taken”, he still kept running on the road already taken…

he was running on a road… the ending of which he never knew…

he has no plan, no destination, nor any idea of his limits… but he still kept running,

once in a while, he hated his life… for he was a puppet crafted with lifeless strings…

but the urge to take the “road not taken” was never stronger than those strings..

once in a while he felt a little fresh air mussing the beautiful sweat beads on his forehead…

he hated himself more.. only 2 notice that the air is from the “road not taken”…

being an obedient child.. he kept running for thats the only thing expected of him..

he was exhausted.. last ounce of energy forcibly driven from him..

his legs were tired.. his heart was still pounding, this time more than it can.. mind almost losing its grip..

he kept running…

he traversed a long distance… and now he is far away from his home.. and the ones holding the lifeless strings at the other end..

he felt the fresh air once again.. but this time it is different..

he could only feel the bright sunlight on his face.. as the lifeless strings began to break…

he still kept running.. but this time it is different..

he kept running, not because he was controlled.. but because he felt like running…

he almost forgot the last time he felt anything… but this feeling was totally different.. like a new born child.. he felt liberated…

he rose like a phoenix from the ashes.. kept running with his new found energy.. in the bright sunlight.. towards the road breathing fresh air..

he ran like a child running for love…

for the first time in his life he controlled his own body, mind and soul.

he ran with arms wide open.. letting go of the strings that held him all these years…

as he entered the “road not taken” he stopped.. only to realize that it was untrodden..

for this is his own path.. he never has to run…

he heaved a sigh of relief and with a smile on his face he walked towards the New Beginning..

he found a path, a path which gave him his life, a life with no regrets and no strings attached..

a free life.. a responsible life.. his own life..

he stopped running.. but his mind started singing.. and then..

“The New Beginning”

P.S.  I am just an other confused soul, still searching for my ‘road not taken’.

Vamsi.