An Angel ............

 I was sleeping that night when someone whispered my name into my ears. It felt like a cool breeze of air passing through my whole body and gave me goose bumps. In a moment’s time the celestial tone again whispered my name. This time I was awake and alone in the room. She was in the air besides me. I looked at her eyes. They were swollen and still wet. Who is she? How did she get here? I was deeply engrossed in my questions when she spoke again. The voice was indeed heavenly but I was not able to hear her clearly. It felt as if she was speaking to me from the room next door. Without panicking I tried to calm myself and I kept saying aloud –“There is nothing to be afraid of”. I heard her weeping. I tried to touch her but failed to feel her. Was it an illusion or a practical joke? I was stunned.

                                                                                                                  There was this strange feeling creeping in even though I had just met her it felt as if I have known her forever. I was lost in that moment. I went closer to her. The eyes had gone red. This was certainly not an illusion. Ask me how it felt being a witness to nirvana. She whispered again and this time her voice unlocked my hidden feelings. I started crying too. Who was she? A bright light amidst my vivid thoughts. She had an agenda-Love. She wept again, came closer to me and kissed me on my forehead. When she touched me I could feel the same warmth but was not able to know whose touch was that. She didn’t make noise when she flipped her wings. I tried to grab her hand because I was afraid to loose her but why? I didn’t have an answer. When I woke up in the morning I didn’t remember anything. As the day passed I came to know that I had lost someone very close to me. I rushed to my room and jumped to the bed and started howling. That’s when something caught my attention. There was a feather kept beside my pillow. Nobody knew from where it came from. But my soul knew whose feather was that. Why was the angel crying last night. That was not an illusion but a farewell by my love  for me. That is when I realized that the sweet soul who love and protect us are our guardian angels. They are our friends and family. That night a member of my family left all of us and had come to me to bid me goodbye.

I still cherish that feather !!

 

 

 

 

Feeling the Rain

She tilted her face, catching the first rain drops 

as they began to fall closing her eyes and inhaling - slowly.

It was as if every cell of her body had come alive, 

dancing with the same intensity as the lightning had hit the sky. 

The thunder, an angry grumble of nature growling over head.

 In those few moments, she felt joyously alive... 

And she knew no fear. Locked in a spell of the elements...

Feeling the rain !!

Bringing her peace...With herself... 

Bringing her peace... With the world. 

A droplet of dew !!

My heart shattered like a piece of glass It sounded like those tiny pieces of brass

What was it that led to us here Was it me , you  or the holy steer

 

I am crying because my heart broke that day Like someone painted my life in a shade of grey

There is nothing left in me neither love and warmth nor the will to be the Tennessee.

 

Now is the time to decide which way shall I lead or continue compromising my creed

I want you to help and save me from my all night long yelp

 

Please open the doors of your heart and don’t make our souls apart

What am I without you just a fragile droplet of dew......................

Being a girl.......

(Dedicated to all the girls I know !!)

I'm proud, sometimes loud, and I know how to have fun.     

I am who I am ,always staying true to myself.

Being a girl is awesome. Girlfriends share bubble 

gum, bear hugs, and lots of super-secrets.

My friends are like my clothes . . .

I can't have enough of them!

Being a girl is about letting loose and trying new things.

Wearing make-up, getting dressed up,

hair back, down, or up . . .

I am as unique on the outside, as I am on the inside.

Being a girl is really cool.

Open hearts, latest shoes . . .

I'm always going someplace special

with something important to do.

I am a girl in my heart, and I will be,

FOREVER.

Are You ?

Velocity Of Money

It is August. In a small town of Guwahati, the holiday season is in full swing, but it is raining so there is not too much business happening. Everyone is heavily in debt.Luckily, a rich punjabi tourist arrives in a small local hotel. He asks for a room and puts a 100 rupees note on the reception counter, takes the key and goes to inspect the room located up the stairs on the third floor.The hotel owner takes the note in hurry and rushes to his meat supplier to whom he owes Rs 100. The butcher takes the money and races to his supplier to pay his debt.
The wholesaler rushes to the farmer to pay Rs 100 for goats he purchased some time ago.
The farmer triumphantly gives the 100 rupee note to a local hair dresser who provided him his services on credit.The hair dresser goes quickly to the hotel, as he owed the hotel for his room use a month back.At this very moment, the rich Punjabi  is coming down to reception and informs the hotel owner that the proposed room is unsatisfactory and takes his Rs 100 back and departs.

There was no profit or income. There was NO real economic activity. But everyone no longer has any debt and the small town people look optimistically towards their future.

COULD THIS BE THE SOLUTION TO THE Global Financial Crisis? Just sheer velocity of money?   

FOOD FOR THOUGHT 

THE BLIND DATE

It all started with a cup of coffee.. Hmmmmm….. My friends can vouch for the fact that I am a COFFEE-holic. I can sip coffee at any point of the day. I just need a reason to sip a cup of coffee. But am still searching for that perfect mix that perfect coffee. Every time I used to go out with friends to gossip over a cup of coffee it used to be a blind date between me and that cup of coffee(and often a disheartened one ) Anyways coming back to the topic guys I have found the new love in my life – “THE ICED ESKIMO”. Me and my friend (the cutest one) had freaked out to Café coffee day last year to discuss few assignments (obviously that was my idea). We were just going through their menu and that was the first time I saw ICED ESKIMO on the menu. Our eyes met and I knew we had something special. I still remember that feeling - it felt as if my eyes were stuck to that name. Like an innocent little girl I waited for the waiter to bring in my cuppa.While I was there with my friend it felt like I was on one of my blind dates and the waiting time was  to die-for. You know how it is while waiting for your blind date you first curses yourself for how could you let yourself in such a situation. What if he is fat or 30 years old or broke? And then you start praying that let him be the prince charming of your dreams and let him sweep you off from the floor and take you to the fairyland where you always wanted to go since you were 6 years old.

My to be prince charming or not was about to arrive. I had happened to (perhaps deliberately) looked at the waiter wrapping my blind date in a white lacy napkin. He came up to our couch and  silently lifted my to be from the tray and put it down on the table lying ahead us. Seems like my perfect date had arrived felt like he was looking at me and judging me.  I on the other hand was about to lift it and bring it close to my lips .The moment I sipped the iced Eskimo I knew it that the drink was meant for me . It was refreshing strong and cool. It had the right combination of coffee and milk just the way I like it. The mystery date was about to end and I had found my prince charming .  Yes I have found my coffee love . No other concoction of coffee can beat my hero. Now we are inseparable . I am in love with this heavenly formula. Lately I have been freaking out to CCD a lot the reason being LOVE – my new found love THE ICED ESKIMO. SLURP SLURP !!  

 

 

Does Heaven have a phone number? 
Daddy went to Heaven,
but I need him here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down,
I need him right away,
Operator can you tell me how
to find him in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part,
I don't know where to look.

Maybe if I call him,
hewill hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away,
Is it across the sea?
He's been gone a long, long time
he needs to come home now!
I really need to reach him,
I simply don't know how.
Help me find the number please,
is it listed under "Heaven"?
I can't read these big big words,
I am only seven.
I'm sorry operator,
I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too,
or is there something in your eye?
                                                  

------ SAD SOUL 

(This piece has been composed by my closest friend. I just had to put it ip here. He is a wonderful soul(GOD BLESS). This poem is very close to my heart. I bet u'll love it from the moment u start reading it. Blessed to have you as a friendalways by my side -  DUDE  )

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 It feels very bad when your inner soul is sad,

You don’t have any work and people call you a jerk,

From morning to the night, You try to fly a kite,
But u cant find a thread, which makes you more afraid,
You aren’t able to sleep, you think and think more deep,
The next morning you find, things came again to your mind.

You want to do few things which may keep you engaged,
But things don’t work and make you more outraged,
You keep on killing time, waiting for sunshine,
But in your every sight, you see only black dark night.

It feels very bad when your inner soul is sad,
You don’t have any work and people call you a jerk,

Every time you try, you feel little more shy,
Will it not be the one, when people will make you a fun,
Every work you do, you feel its not for you,
You keep on passing things, and wish you had two wings.

This world is not meant just to serve,
You will never get more than what you deserve,
There is no good or bad in this world, but your thinking make so,
What you call congestion in a bus, is called culture in a disco.

 

It feels very bad when your inner soul is sad,
You don’t have any work and people call you a jerk,

You pray to god, to do the best for you,
But every time HE works, you think you are out of his view,
You don’t want a favour, and don’t like things to share,
No one’s got to care, whether you are there.

You need someone on your side, to understand your plight,
To make you feel little good, taking you out of this bloody hood,
You will rarely get one, who will understand you as a person,
Put your best effort, to come out from this desert,

It feels very bad when your inner soul is sad,
You don’t have any work and people call you a jerk,

What i want to say, is not so easy to portray,
You need to be more strong, and test your emotions a little long,
No one in this world, knows you better than yourself,
Be more confident, on the work you do and present.

You need to keep on fight, to bring yourself in the light,
Let problems come from anywhere, find the solutions somewhere…

-         Its Me

THE DOOR

The idea of penning down my thoughts on this subject came to my mind last week When destiny had it for me …. Yeah I will miss him till am alive. When I was going through that phase I was looking out for this door. If you’ll just sit back and relax you’ll find that all of us in our busy lives often greed for this holy door. This door has the answers to our untold questions this door has the power to relieve us from our miseries. But the matter of concern is that none of us know the way to this door. But we do have the holy vision of it. While reading this I would suggest you to close your eyes and think about your door. Every door is different. Mine has a huge bronze knocker and the wood is carved out artistically. Out of that aesthetic carves I can see the holy and pure light beaming in. Seems like the light is saying something to me. It is craving me into it. Am lured. I want to taste this pure cold Have you ever thought that every door has a story to tell...What does your door say? Think aloud my friend destiny is the author of your story. There are times when the curtain raiser of this story is flashed in your mind for a split second and by the time it sinks to your soul you get up and growl –“that was the worst nightmare of my life so far”. Was it really a nightmare or did you misunderstand it. For that split second when you were stuck in a no escape situation where you a part of a dream or was it a flash-forward of your story. The door was trying to communicate with you but you didn’t listen. The feeling of déjà-vu is nothing but the moment when your mind reminiscences the connection the door was trying to establish with you. The people who are close to you and love you will knock your door to be a part of your story and when they do knock the door tries to connect with us but we ignore the message and tag it as the worst nightmare. There have been 4 knocks on my door as of today. Always remember the day we close our eyes to sleep forever we’ll be knocking at the door. Behind the door we’ll reunite with the ones who had left us sobbing. It’s destined to knock at the door it all depends on when do u get the invitation for this CONFERENCE CALL.

           KNOCK KNOCK !!