From Ghassan

I wonder if it is possible to feel so connected to a person who is a million light years away,and whom you have never met,the only thread being those words that have drapped your thoughts.


Ghassan lives in the war torn palestine and fights with life evry moment of his life,surrounded my poverty and struggle with a brother jailed for his fight for freedom whom he has been desperately trying to rescue....yet his love for life and positive attitude is remarkable,for a man
who has lost a lot and keeps losing a little bit ever more his faith in love makes you want to salute him..... thats why he will always be my inspiration.

So many things I want you to see
So many things I want you to feel
As I sit here patiently
Patiently waiting For the time come
Where your heart beats for me
And two hearts beat as one
So with every flower I give youAnd every letter I writeA new piece of your heart is unveiledFor me to hold tight.

The Stage

Words,thats one thing i am good at,i love weaving words into a beautiful dream.Thats projection i guess.The most ugly turns into the most ravishing and for that moment i escape reality or rather reality escapes from me.There is but one hitch,before you smile to yourself content in the
bliss of a life fair and fulfilled,the mist clears and you are left staring at the ghastly face of the
truth.You cant run away from it how much ever you try,trust me i have time and time again.
How i wish the coccon of my thoughts never leaves me,how i wish i could be wrapped around the
warmth of those beautiful moments,memories and dreams.Alas life is not a bed of roses but a cradle of thorns with a occasional bloom. Which dies a pre mature death,strangled by the cutting,strangling pointers.

Once again life turns full circle, i stand from where i began,but this time with a resolve not to begin the journey yet again,this time life has taught me the biggest lesson of my life that your road is travelled only by you,companions walk by your side till the road leads in their direction,then leave you alone to walk again under the scorching sun,with emptiness on either side inside and out.
Solution to loneliness can never be found,you were born alone and die alone and you live alone,trying and fulfilling every role to its best,the role of a daughter,a sister,a emlpoyee,a boss and last of all a humanbeing and as u essay each role what accompanies is your solitude.To This list is the role of a wife,a lover and u try and play these roles to perfection too,but soemtimes you get carried away.
You think that this is a part played by two. you and him,but here you are mistaken,the biggest
disappointment awaits you at the end of the last scene when the curtain draws and you find yourself once again all lone. The play is over the role essayed and your partner takes a bow,as
the drapes close in on you the hand that holds your hand untwines itself you find yourself standing alone surrounded by darkness and the realisation that you have to cab it home alone.

A Definite watch

Tagline: What is more important: satisfying one thousand desires or conquering just one...

SAMSARA is a spiritual love story set in the majestic landscape of Ladakh, in the Himalayas, about one man's quest to find enlightenment.

Plot
Tashi, a brilliant young disciple, is just completing three years of solitary meditation in a remote hermitage. Brought out of a deep trance, Tashi is taken back to his ancient monastery where he slowly recovers his strength, but his return has unexpected results. Despite a life devoted to the rigors of spiritual development, he finds himself experiencing a surprisingly profound sexual awakening. These feelings coincide with his journey to a village to perform a harvest blessing where he meets Pema, a beautiful young woman.
For the first time, Tashi begins to question the spiritual values of his monastic existence, realizing that one has to experience worldly existence in order to renounce it. Through Tashi's eyes, this spiritual and moving love story chronicles one man's discovery of the promise of SAMSARA -- the world

Mein aur Meri Tanhahi

Sach

Kal phir ek khyal aya,
ke shayad kuch galat sa hum ne kar diya,
zindagi ke sath ladte ladte thak gaye,
jab kasoor nahin tha tab bhi apna liya,
chahat jab har hadh par kar jati hai ek junoon sa ban jati hai,
usme phir pyaar nahin bajta hasil karne ke tamana reh jati hai,
ek ansh ehasas ka jis pe zindagi booni jati hai,
lekin jal is yaad ka itna pucca hota hai,
ki har koshish use todne ki nakam ho jati hai.
tab samne sach khada pate hai hum,woh sach so haqeekat hai khawab nahin,
tab neend se jagte hain hum aur uska hath tham late hain.

Sirf Ek

Ek Ajnabi sa ehsas zindagi badal deta hai,
Ek Ajeeb si kasheesh zindagi rok deti hai,
Ek zindagi tumhe badal deti hai,
Ek judai dil tod deti hai,
Ek khamoshi bol chura leti hai,
Ek azmayish tumhe tod deti hai,
Ek pal ,hamesha bana deta hai,
Ek aj kal ke liya chal deta hai,
Ek tum ho aur kash hamesha rahoge.

IT HAS RAINED

Struggling with what is right and trying to not do what is wrong is perhaps the most difficult predicament that a human being faces.

For every waking moment and every moment when i was asleep I have fought with darkness,the fact that me was falling into the sin of thought.
Yesterday as i saw amir khan woo kajol,

there was this one scene where she says that what feels
right is right enough for me. I thought way to go girl,and then as amir khan lay in her arms breathing his last I thought perhaps not.
Why is it so difficult to make the heart see reason,this is one explainantion that i want from god.
Today I got the answer,

if you really hate your addiction,you will ask god to help you get rid off it.
A glass,a stick,a kiss or a white powder.
In my case addiction of so called love of have beens and could have beens........todays earnest
prayer has been for me to be able to get rid of that baggage,so that i can start my life once again
with hope. Light has come and gone so often that before it starts flickering,my heart starts pounding with fright,that i may loose it again forever.Hope is a very fickle mistress.
This time it has rained once again and the river bed has once again started filling up.

But this time round its going to take a little longer,the bed has eroded more than it usually does,hope of a heavy downpour is not enough this time,the heavens have to open up and the stars have to fall down on earth in large droplets of nectar.

The parched ground is not going to settle for anything less.

The Boss

The boss is the most important person in your life,i guess even more important than your spouse.He can make you or break you.This post is dedicated to my boss the editor in chief of
Times now.Its been a year since I have commenced working with him and he has been a bag of surprises.Good ones.Its always taken for granted that a anchor is a fire spewing foul mouthed
autocrat,and you prepare yourself to stand before the dragon.Frankly when i took the offer my colleauges had warned me of walking into hell itself.But i had made up my mind.

Today as I write this I think i did no wrong.I can say that my boss is the one of the most fair men i have met in this profession.Not denying that he has moments and during them i wont deny i felt like probably it should rain on him.
But he has accepted editorial judgement of mine and actually canceled his story idea becasue i thought it was something not right and the most heartening thing was when he pacified a intern becasuse she was upset that another reporter was send to cover a event for a beat that was hers......... there is hope and i see it everyday in a black shirt, specatcles and a hypersensitive attitude.

LOST

As the sun sets I look at it with appreciation,
it colours the sky with beauty as it moves towards the womb of the sea.Its selfless act astonishes me.Then i look on with a smile as I
realise that it will rise again with a new tommorrow, a new day,a new begining and I look
eagerly at it trying to lose my self in its etherialness and run away from stark reality called LIFE.

TUM

As every word is uttered after I have thought of you a thousand times, I bring myself to look away from you once again, because I know that now there is no other way. You have walked away from me into a world that is many light years away, you have built yourself a nest in that milkyway and I am left looking at that empty space where I had visioned myself with you content with each other forever.

My ground has been shattered with your departure, I was fighting with destiny and I lost.
Seeping into my soul is the feeling of hatred for myself the fact that I cannot forget, there is so much to forget ,the quite water in front of me reflecting the lights of hope, the graying sky above me or you sitting in front of me with that innocent smile, looking at me with what was everlasting love. What do I forget the million lights in the sky that scatter themselves each time we met, celebrating are love, colours of every shade that gathered the sky in their arms, what do I forget your nearness to me as I hold on to you scared of losing you to that demon called fate

what do I forget you tell me for you have easily forgotten.