As the auto rickshaw stops at a signal in Bangalore road

You are thinking something and all of a sudden you get a sudden pat on your thighs from nowhere. The lamenting follows. For the uninitiated these are the chidren of God, guess less loved.
A three and half year olf baby girl carrying a one and half year old brother of hers is such a common sight in the traffic signals of Bangalore. Sometimes, out of compassion you dig into your pocket and give a dime or two but when this becomes a regular event, at each of the signal, you get a little pissed off.
Sometimes you just spit venom on the poor little child which you realise you should not have. But what can we do? How many dimes can we give and to how many people. Existence forgive me!

How unfortunate are these beautiful little faces to have exited from a stomach which could not give them anything except misery and..well a begging bowl. How would these children feel when they see som many of their own, neatly dressed, travelling in the best of buses early in the morning...How they would wish to be playing along with the other children in the park nearby at the end of the day..
Swings, see - saw, merry go round...you name it and they are deprived of it.

What happens to these kids 15 years from now? Would they be around to see the world? If yes, with what eyes would they be seeing everything. From the eyes of want and hatred or the eyes of love and acceptance.
Something has to be done of them..
The traffic lights go green..I cross the street and forget about it...
Forgive me existence for being so damn selfish..

Mike- Sense or nonsense

The lock is in Mike’s hands and he knows that the key fixed on the door can only be opened by the other lock.
After not trying anything, stands there gets the lock from his car and latches the key with the other lock.
He is impressed. He bolts the door and gets outside.
He unlatches the door. He stands fixed towards the table.
Just returned from office, he picks up the car keys. He is tired and he feels that he is full of energy. So he wants to exude the energy within him.

Today, he has been traveling throughout the city, so he has been constantly sitting at his office the entire day. Yesterday he was at office so he traveled throughout the day. He is hungry. He does not want to eat.

He boils French fires and fries tea in the cooler. Impatiently he just relaxes in his couch. He is tired because of the comfortable cushion on which he is not sitting.

It has been so cold a day that he wants to take a dip at the swimming pool. The temperature of the pool writes -12 degree Fahrenheit. Mike dresses up wears his shoes, wears his watch, zips his pant, arranges the neck tie and dives outside the swimming pool. He is boiling in the chilled water of the swimming pool.

He waddles through the ice solid water, without much disturbances. After sometime, he goes into the pool. Wets himself with a dry towel and stops towards outside his house. Again he unbolts the keys with the lock. This time, he is unlucky to open it at a single go.

Mike is a computer engineer with majors in history, geography and children issues. The subjects which he did not read at school always made him fearful after his examinations.

He was a bright student, failing three times at high school, good at sprinting, always poised last at the finish line and a non-eater, finishing even the leftovers of his friends during hectic class hours.

For his friends Mike was Bamboo. Nicknamed! He weighed 225 pounds, height of 5.3 inches. Being quite a thin frame, he was the undisputed champion in college wrestling. Mike always had a desire for gymnastics which due to the over flexibility of his body came quite handy while he was learning chess.
His mother always used to praise him for failing in exams while his father got an attack when he was chosen as a wrestler representing the school at the annual snooker competition.

Today, after the qualifications of being a successful undergraduate, failed 3 times tried as many, Mike is one of the most respected members of the literary academy of the school.

His unpublished book won the booker prize for the year titling ‘Nothing and everything’.
With an asset of over 10,000 million dollar today Mike is the sole face of the underprivileged society of America.

So here’s for mike!! The only man who had everything wrong for everything right!

Sometimes

This thing called sometimes.

Its so very funny. Sometimes, Im so excited,
sometimes jaded thoughts overpowers me;
sometimes things seem so clear to me
Sometimes negativity overwhelms me

Sometimes I feel as if im living in the best of times,
sometimes the thought of dreadiness looms over me

Sometimes my own enthusiasm is so contagious
Sometimes weariness infects me,
sometimes the heart feels so glad
Sometimes the whole world seems so very mad!!!!

Finally blog is setting into me

Took a refreshing ride of the blog world.. with great interest read some short blogs..scanned through the longer ones..seems one could get hooked into the same..i already am..
Thanks to blogger and all the participants of it for making blog such a wonderful tool of communication..hope im not sounding senti..:)

I am going to continue writing, whatever be it!

Had been sometime since I filled up this space, so practically out of compulsion I am doing the same..well only if sudden inspiration could come out of compulsion.
To be straight, while searching for something through google, happened to link myself with a great blog which I would recommend each one of you to read. Looking at the frequency of bloggers who visit my site, it would be only me who would be reminded to see that wonderful blog. The name of it just slipped out of my head.
Fortunately though! I need not write another blog, till another inspiring blog comes my way:)

So there was this damsel who has passed through the hallowed gates of the IIT and IIM in India.
That's a dream come true for anyone. for the uninitiated in the west, wait till you get the winds of what these six initials mean in business and technological arena.

Continuing my story, there were many things to learn from there but most importantly, it was the continued effort of the individual which inspired me to write.
Read it or not, henceforth I am going to write it very often...

let's see when do I log on to it next!