Debility

Piercing my veins

All throughout my skin

The blister's going to boil up my mind

Tearing my heart into pieces.

The nightingale has betrayed me again-

I can see my tears

Vanishing into deep darkness of night;

The moon is never going to shine

Until I change my prejudice-

Making it into a rock-hard flight. 

The next sunshine

Heavily loaded with opium

Is really going to be awesome;

I'm a hurricane 

Destroying every black smile

That falls upon me

I'll also see

Who will be the Apollo

To deceive my momentum.

The passion for music

Music...this five letter word means so much to me. Right from the day I learned to stop and take heed of  every bit of sound that seemed to be soothing to my ears, I always could not help but wondering at the genius of the person who created music first. In this context, a quotation by a famous Indian musician, the Mozart of Chennai, A.R. Rahman is worth-mentioning - " Thanks to the creator for making music the language of languages."

The first lesson of music for me, as far as I remember, was to learn how to play the Harmonium. It was not so difficult for me as I was very keen and much excited to even touch it. Then came the lessons that laid the foundation stone for my singing abilities. At an age of  10, I went to a music college at our neighbourhood where I learned the ABC of Indian Classical Music. I have taken music as my hobby since those days. Slowly it turned into my passion and a great friend at the time of weal and woe. I use to sing when I am happy. I use to sing when I am sad. This can not be simply termed as craziness. The divine feeling that music gives to my mind is unparalleled. 


I remember an incident when I discovered my guitar smashed by somebody on a very gloomy day. I was deeply perturbed when I visited a music shop and found that my guitar was in an unrepairable state.  Almost six months of complete emptiness surrounded me after that day as I could not help but thinking about the great loss(the guitar). I lost a good friend. I lost my happiness, my emotion everything. But, one day I managed to meet a person who came into my life in the form of a saviour and repaired my guitar with great expertise. I rediscovered my jolliness. 

I know that there are so many people in the world who are mad about music. They think that music is part and parcel of life and I can proudly say that I am also one of them.

My school days

Every person comes across certain incidents and experiences in his life which make his life worth living, be it during his childhood, youth or adult phase. In fact, every phase of life add different colours to it. I cherish the school days when our mentors taught us how 1 plus 1 becomes 2 !! I remember the harsh- looking and very strict maid in our school who used to dress our fellow naughty boy classmates with girlish attires (as a form of punishment) and let everybody make fun of them. Luckily, I was never one of them, although I was not that quite kind of child. One fine morning, I started my school time with a couple of good punches and kicks  right at the big belly of one of my classmates for taking my notebooks home without asking me. Now, I wonder at my reaction ( may be "over reaction" will be appropiate). One day, on my way back to home after school, a perplexed horse came running behind me when I got the biggest shock of my life. I started screaming thinking that the poor horse was going to eat me that day.-) The sound of his hooves were ringing at my ears for many days.