Surviving Work-life

Some days the day just don't end. The post noon drags on as if the entire universe plots and stretches each second into a mile. The day long yawns into a short little night. Before I can could catch a breath, slow a while,  and spend some time thinking about you, It is day again, and I am working again.


I have remembered you in my yesterdays, you are in my thoughts today and I know that I will miss you in my tomorrows.


Amidst the sorrows of yesterdays and the solace of my tomorrows is one meandering life.  

Broken Wings

Growing Up Heart Break Song...Now Reminded :)

GM Memories...and You

I do not remember much of my childhood. Much of my memories are reconstructed from old photographs. They are GM memories genetically modified. There are some memories that are as real, unadulterated. 

I remember the deafening silence after the loud bang of the cracker which burst too close to my sisters ears. God has been kind, he spared our toddler ears and we can hear clearly today. I also remember the anger on my moms face when she realised that the 20 rupees she had kept safely for dipawali was missing! We had flicked it and burst the crackers two days in advance! God was kind, dad came early from tour and brought with him a bagful of crackers home. 

I do not remember any year when we did not have a huge cache of crackers to burst.

All my unadulterated memories are about the time I spent playing, fighting shouting kicking and loving my sister.

Some of them are also about the times I spent with you.

The Best Of Me

Sifting through the fine grain of memories, I come across nuggets of yore.
I look into your eyes and I see they twinkle still, I see you smile and feel glad that you retain the magic still.

I pose for a snap and see me with you frozen still. I look at myself, my balding mane my deceptive laugh lines my tired life, I close my eyes and thank God. Thank God that you knew me as a kid. 

Now I know why you are so special still. 

You have known the best of me, 

You have known me as a kid.

Rajesh