Friday, June 29, 2012


In the latest Hindi movie, ‘Ferrari Ki Sawari’, the twelve-year-old Kayo is an exceptionally talented batsman. His father, Rusy (Sharman Joshi), is an ordinary clerk in a RTO office. But, he wants the best for his son… He is ready to make any sacrifice… go to any extent to see that his son realizes his cricket talent. Kayo is easily selected for a cricket camp at the Mecca of cricket, Lord’s. But, the hurdle is the money required to fund this tour – Rs. 1.5 lakh!

The story revolves around this issue. The laughter and tears… the joy and frustration… yes, all revolve around this massive dream of a father to help his son go for the training camp at Lord’s… He wants to see his son where he deserves to be: in the Indian Cricket team!

The story has a story within. Rusy's father (played by Boman Irani), as a young man, was a brilliant cricketer, too. He was almost selected for the Indian Cricket team… Yes, almost. But, the story tells us how your own friend can conspire against you when it comes to a cut-throat competition. So, Rusy doesn’t want his son to end up like his father… He wants his son to be in the Indian Cricket team… He is an honest man… But, he is poor. Somehow, he has this bull-dog faith that his son would make it… The training camp at Lord’s is the crucial step towards this goal… 

There is frustration…

And, in the midst of this frustration, the little one, a huge fan of Sachin, consoles his father, “It is okay dad… I can train myself right here in Mumbai.” He adds, “Sachin did not attend a training camp at Lord’s… He trained himself right here at our Shivaji Park!”

When I watched this scene, there was a lump in my throat! 

Yes, the great Sachin Tendulkar 

did not need a training camp 

at the ultimate destination of cricket – Lord’s. 

The gullies of Mumbai and our own Shivaji Park 

were enough! 


The other day, I was reading a book by Mrs. Sudha Murthy. In one of the chapters, she so beautifully tells us the story of her husband, the living legend, Mr. Narayana Murthy. He was a brilliant student. He cracked the coveted IIT entrance-exam with flying colors. But then, when it came to joining this prestigious institution, his father made the young man realize how difficult it was to fund his studies. In the end, Mr. Murthy had to give up his dream of  joining IIT. Mrs. Sudha Murthy graphically describes to us how painful it was for her husband to see off his friends, the other aspirants, at the railway station!

But then, who has heard about all those friends who joined IIT?

Where did Mr. Narayana Murthy learn the tools and the ethics to found one of India’s most respected software giants – Infosys Technologies Ltd? Was it in IIT? 

Mr. Amitabh Bachchan’s son must have attended some fine business or acting schools aboard and in India. But, certainly not the legend, Mr. Amitabh, himself. 

Ditto for (Late) Mr. Dhirubhai Ambani’s sons.

Arjun, in spite of his great Archery skills, stupendous patronizing by his mighty guru, Dronacharya… and unmatchable love, guidance and protection by Lord Krishna himself – yes, in spite of all these advantages on his side, the great Arjun will never be able to inspire awe in our souls as the under-dog Eklavya does. He became what he was – a mighty archer – by just idolizing the same guru of Arjun – Dronacharya!

It is the sheen  of your talent… and the depth of your hunger…

It is the fire in your belly…

It is the steely strength of your resilience…

No. Lord’s did not make Sachin Tendulkar…

Nor did the IIT make Narayana Murthy.

I was happy, last evening, I watched this movie along with my young son. “Believe in your talents, my son,” I found myself telling, “Rely on the blazing fire in your belly... to become the Lord of your own ring!”


Pics.: Nilesh

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


Long back, when I had first come across the phrase, ‘The larger good’, I remember I liking it immensely. I also remember deciding to make it one of the driving forces behind all my future actions.

Yes, I have been consciously striving to go about my life, carrying out almost every thing I do keeping the principle of ‘the larger good’ in my heart. I said, I have been ‘consciously striving’… earnestly striving. I know how powerful this principle is… how empowering… how constructive. 

However, as another human being, sometimes, I find it difficult to stick to this principle. I tend to overlook it, and, invariably the consequence is: a feeling of isolation, low confidence and regret and even anger. Yes, it does happen to me every time I tend to place ‘my good’ before the ‘larger good’. 

I have realized this, very clearly, by now: 

The larger good includes my good. 

But, my good need not – and, mostly, doesn’t – 

include the larger good.

Thus, if the larger good includes my good, 

is it not sensible for me 

to abide by this principle...

 as I go about my life?


It is. It is.

This morning, a hilarious – but a commonplace – episode drilled this belief, once again, in my head.

It was the morning-time rush. My autowala, suddenly, took the auto to the side, stretched his neck out and started yelling at another autowala, who had three passengers inside – one lady and two small children. I was surprised as to why my autowala was yelling and abusing without any evident provocation. By now, the other autowala was moving a hairline-distance from my auto… I knew, we were headed for some trouble if this continued further in that morning insane rush. The other autowala was out of his head and literally ready to pounce on mine… I made a gentle attempt to pacify both of them… But, the emotions had so clouded their minds, that, now, they would not leave each other... come what may. The lady in the other auto began to shout at her autowala. “Drop this madness,” I heard her screaming. The two little children looked very frightened… and, I found myself asserting more before my autowala. But, he seemed to hear only one voice – his; he seemed to see only one good – his!

I prayed to St. Christopher, the Patron saint of travelers! “Please take care of us,” I sent my petition. He was merciful enough, for, a minute later, while two young men on a motor bike were crossing the road, these two autowalas, who were unwilling to give up their petty personal matter, invited their trouble I was all along fearing. The bikers were thrown off the bike and the other auto overturned, the lady and the two little children inside it! In no time, a mob came forward and helped the passengers, particularly the little children. The lady, now, was uncontrollable. She told the mob about the madness the two drivers were possessed of… I got off my auto, and along with others, helped the bikers. The two young men, by now, knew what to do: one of them pulled the other autowala out of his auto, and the another dragged mine. Many others joined and gave them what the 'blind-men', rightfully deserved: Left, right and center!

The lady and the kids got into another auto… I had hardly some distance to manage… So, I walked, thanking St. Christopher for the timely intervention!

This might not be a very mature story to drive home the meaning of ‘the principle of the larger good’.  But, these two atuowalas had ignored what was good for their respective passengers, and other people who drove on the road… They were solely consumed by what was good for them. Their good did not include our good. But, our good – the larger good - most certainly, included theirs.

I still don’t have a clue as to what was their fight all about!



Pics.: Vivek D'Cunha

Monday, June 25, 2012


Yes, it is a matter of pride to get into a great college!

This young girl has been a brilliant student, all along. Both, in tenth and twelfth, she scored exceptionally well, and, she had a dream to get into this particular college. Yes, one of the best ones; no doubts. 

She got in… easily.

Today is the first day of the college… and, this young one is incredibly excited. “Wish me well, sir,” she sent a sms this early morning. And, I did.

Some days ago, when she had just got in and was thrilled, I had told her this: “This is a great institution… But, trust me, you will have to be on your own!”

Today, I told her in my reply, this: “An institution becomes great because of great individuals!”

She was smart enough to comprehend the meaning of my lines. So, both the times, she was quick to respond, “Yes, sir… I shall always remember this!”

They say, to really 'feel' the value of your institution, you have to come out of it… and, look back!

It happened in my case, too. Like St Xavier’s College in Mumbai and Loyal College in Chennai, my college – St. Aloysius in Mangalore – was a jewel of an institution. We took a lot of pride in talking about our institution. But, it was after I left the college, that I really 'felt' where I had really belonged!

But, despite this winner-feeling, I still wonder: “How does an institution become great?”

Vision of the founders… and, the successive leaders who translate the founding vision! Yes, this seems to be the first factor.

In fact, the quality of the leaders, invariably, becomes the quality of the followers. 

Next, the quality of the teachers – their outlook, passion, commitment and dedication. No compromise on this. You can’t expect to produce great pupils through mediocre teachers. Any inspired teacher has to inspire his students!

Finally comes the crucial third factor. Which, in my view, should be the first factor: The individual… The student!

I would forever proclaim this point: 

“Be a great individual… The institution will look great!”

Today, when I see the young ones – and their parents – running after the ‘great names’… yes, the brands… I feel sorry for them. “The greatest brand is you, my dear young friend,”… I feel like shouting at them, “Run after this brand!”

No, most of them do not understand this language. “The greatest brand does not make you the greatest… You do!”... I, again, remind them.

Just the way how the greatest sport spikes won’t make you the greatest sprinter… Nor would the greatest cameras make you the greatest photographer...

Greatness lies within the individual. 


Till that is not realized, 

this madness about the greatest brands 

shall always remain that: madness!

Now, I have told this young girl what I have been feeling strongly. She has promissed me, “Yes sir… I shall always remember this!”

So, let us wait and see: whether a great institution makes a great individual… Or, the other way around!


Pics.: Gloria Pinto

Sunday, June 24, 2012


“The dogs will keep barking… and, the elephant will keep marching!”

Last afternoon, I did witness this. A giant elephant, its master relaxing on its back, was marching on the streets… A dozen kids were following it, all excited… the brave ones tried to touch and feel the mighty animal from behind… and, they were even more excited to reveal the experience to the lesser brave- hearts.

And, lo! The proverbial dogs!

All through the distance which I was able to watch, I could see at least twenty street dogs emerging, God alone knows from where, just to bark at the quietly marching elephant! Some kids hurled stones and tried to shoo away the frenzied dogs… Obviously, the kids loved the majestic and serene elephant who went about, quietly, its work, i.e., marching… and, these kids, visibly, never liked those volatile, out-of-control, street dogs.

The kids followed the elephant for a while… then, when their excitement level diminished, they stopped cheering, stopped following… And, lo!  Fresh batch of kids came out of their homes fired with excitement… Now they followed, they cheered, they touched… and, they tried to shoo away the street dogs…

The elephant had no idea about what was happening… It kept marching.

And, our street dogs, when ran out of their breath, barking endlessly, they became tired… When they saw no reaction from the mighty elephant, when they saw how every one hated ‘the barking dogs’ and adored ‘the quiet, self-assuring elephant’… yes, when all the barking just went wasted, the dogs gave up…

And, the elephant kept marching!

Then, as it is always, new street dogs came out from their homes, started howling crazily, they followed the elephant trying to intimidate it, scare it… threaten it…

And, after some distance, 

these dogs, too, lost all their steam,

 grew tired and frustrated 

and left the elephant alone…

And, the elephant marched on… not knowing who barked for what… and who cheered for what…

There was so much to watch – and feel excited about – in such a short journey with this elephant!


Pics.: Shaila D'Souza

Saturday, June 23, 2012


I am a teacher… So, I insist on these things with my students: 

I insist on attendance. I insist on being on time. I also insist on a good communication. 

It takes some time for them to grasp fully the importance of these three values:

Be there for every lecture. This means, once you keep your foot in, you have no option but to remain totally committed.

Be there on time... before time. This means, you have no business to keep other people waiting.

And, if you really cannot attend, or be on time, please inform. This means, you need to have the basic courtesy of picking up your phone to communicate your problem… I am just human; I cannot know your problem unless you communicate about it to me… If you don’t, I start waiting, guessing, assuming and fuming. 

The young ones do understand the value of being regular, punctual… responsible and communicative. Yes, most of them realize the importance of these values, and, undoubtedly, it tells on their performance graph.

And, there are some, who don’t.

Many years ago, there was this young student of mine. I had taught him for four years till he had graduated from one of the finest commerce colleges in our city. The boy was an all-rounder, well informed and was lot into intra-college and inter-college events. Still, he would value my classes… and, make it a point to meet me before the events, discuss with me about his clash of schedule and try to negotiate with me … but, all the time taking full responsibility for his actions. He would never miss a class without talking to me… would not come a minute late for the class without calling me on my landline or sending a message through his friends. 

Those were not the days of cell-phones. One had to depend on the landline… or messengers like his parents, friends or neighbors. This young man would always communicate. And, because he was responsible and communicative – and, because he had the right attitude – I would go out of my way to accommodate him; often, I would call him separately and teach. 

I remember, at least, half-a-dozen times, his father had come to me, personally, to communicate about his son’s inability to attend or be on time. What would humble me – and make me feel delightful – was the fact that the father was the CEO of a big company; he would come to my place by his chauffeur-driven car… Yes, just to inform me that his college-going son would be unable to attend or be on time! 

Was there a need to do that?

I think, yes, there was. 

There still is!

Because, today - after twenty years - this young boy heads a company even bigger than his father did those days!

And, let me tell you this: I always had this feeling running through my gut that, one day,  this young man would be where he is today!

For the past few days, I have been trying to tell two of my young students – a boy and a girl from eleventh standard this: “Hey kids, you possess with you the latest Blackberry (girl) and i-phone (boy). Now, possess in your hearts, also, the most expensive value – the importance of communication!”

They have been making me wait, guess, assume… and fume. A week has already gone by… and, they still haven’t grasped the importance of owning this value. Even though they possess the finest piece of technology, and even though the communication is just a call or a sms away… these young kids are still in their own world. 

Yes, so far, that is.

I am a teacher… and, I am an optimist. I should keep trying to inculcate this value in my young students. And, I would. 

And, I really hope, my young students would appreciate what I am trying to do…

What applied thousands of years ago… still applies today. The battle of Marathon took place about five-hundred years before Christ. The legend has it that the Greek messenger, Pheidippides, had run from the battle fields of Marathon to the city of Athens to give the news of victory to his King. Yes, the legend tells us, that, this simple soldier had run, non-stop, for all twenty-six-mile distance! Just to give the news… Just to communicate!

We still celebrate this moment of history – rather, legend – all inspired by this tale of communication. 

“My dear young Geeks, 

you need to run like 

that Greek soldier, Pheidippides,” 

I feel like screaming at these kids 

with mod gadgets, 

“You need to run wearing his legendary attitude, 

his zest… and his passion. 

Communication is not even a phone-call away...

Just a heart-beat!


Pics.: Arathi Rourniyar

Friday, June 22, 2012


Presently I am reading a book by the title: ‘Strengths Finder’. The book has a simple message to offer: “To be successful in any field, any area of life, we should work on our strengths, rather than our weaknesses."

Some weeks ago, in one of our PD sessions, I was helping the young ones to choose their fields. I was helping them to recognize their talents, skills and strengths. Along with that, I was helping them to get in touch with their fears, self-doubts and their weaknesses. Yes, it was a kind of ‘SWOT’ analysis you can say. It was during this session, Nandkishore, one of our senior participants, came up to the stage to share how in their medical sales field, training emphasis had shifted from working on one’s weaknesses to working on one’s strengths. He spoke at length about the effectiveness of this approach, which our young ones really found useful. On the very next day, he gifted me the book – ‘Strengths Finder’.

Yes, I really liked the message conveyed in this book. In fact, it looks absolutely sensible that we should find out our predominant strengths… and, try to work on them, encash them… Conversely, it looks absolutely stupid and wasteful when most of us spend our time and energies working on our weaknesses… 

“You cannot be anything you want to be,” 

the author, Tom Rath, reminds us, 

“But, you can be a lot more 

of who you already are!”


Like most of the kids his age, the author too had started off all propelled by the old maxim; “You can be anything you want to be… if you just try hard enough!”

The author tried to become a Michael Jordan! Yes, desperately working on his weaknesses… working very, very hard… Till it dawned upon him this: “If I find out what I am good at, my strengths, and go about improving on them, I can be a lot better person who I am already!”

Today, I when I was reading this book, it made a fresh sense to me. “How true it is in all areas of our lives,” I wondered, “How amazing it could be for all of us, if we left alone what is not there… and, recognized what is already there… And, yes,  if we went about working on them… encashing them.

What is not there… It is not worth moving the mountains to find them…

What is already there… we just need to recognize…

And, once recognized… we should work on them, with all our hearts…

The mountains will move on their own!


Pics.: Vivek D'Cunha

Thursday, June 21, 2012


I am in touch with two of the strongest urges within me. Let me call them desires.

The first one is the desire to be ‘right’.

The other one is the desire to be ‘peaceful’.

Interestingly, everything I do in my life – yes, each and every activity – assumes its intensity, direction, passion, proactive or reactive nature from these two desires within me.

The desire to prove myself right is there almost every time. I am in touch with its consequences. Though, on the surface, it appears to be a great motivating force that drives me to perform, fight, and stick on… it is the root cause of a lot of stress in my life. 

It is when stress takes a toll on me, I realize that my actions are predominantly driven my desire to prove myself right. I realize that I am driven by my ego… I am obsessed with the social image: “What other people would think about me?”

So, I don’t give up. I argue. I fight. And, because this desire to prove myself right stems from my ego, my need to be held high in the eyes of others – I really do not care to what extent I go to achieve this goal. Often, at the cost of my health; often, at he cost of my family’s well-being… Often, at the cost of losing relationships. Yes, I pursue this objective wearing the blinders. Till the damage is done… irreversibly so.

All this, because, I did not agree with some one. I did not want to lose. I did not like the criticism or offense. I did not like the face of the other person. So, I decided to prove him wrong… and prove myself right. 

Did I succeed?

Will I, ever?

The other desire, too, is there every time. It stems from the quiet knowledge that my pursuit of proving myself right before the world is futile. It is a losing battle… and, I will never ever be able to win it. And, even if I win, the victory is not worth it. Yes, it comes from the heart’s innate yearning to be simple, uncomplicated and serene. The heart knows that, in the end, what matters is the quiet simplicity… the bliss of being integrated to what I deeply believe in. 

The social image is not at all the concern of the deepest yearnings of my heart.

Serenity quietly resides 

at the very base 

of my burning ego.


I need to prove none… and, I need to prove nothing!

I need to be at rest. Peaceful.


So, I am constantly in touch with these two urges – two desires – in my soul. Like Kane and Abel, they have pitched their tents here… in my soul.

I seriously think, that is what they call the Hell and the Heaven…

Yes, all here… right on this very earth… 

Nay, right here… in my soul!


Pics.: Lionel Saldahna

Wednesday, June 20, 2012


When a problem is too complicated to solve - and when that leaves me stressed out – I seek help from my old friend, that ‘wise-fool’ – Mullah Nasruddin. 

One night, Mullah was in another village. He saw a man frantically searching for something under the street lamp.

“What are you searching for, my friend?” Mullah asked the stranger.

“A gold coin,” replied the stranger.

Mullah joined the stranger in searching for the gold coin. After searching, without any success, for almost an hour, Mullah asked the stranger, “Do you remember, where you lost your coin?”

“Over there,” the stranger pointed across the street.

“Fool, then, why the hell are we searching for it here?” Mullah yelled.

“Because, my wise friend,” the stranger looked at Mullah with disbelief and reasoned, “there is no light over there!” 

Mullah had met his equal!

And, every time I re-visit this story, I seriously feel – I have met my equals. Two of them. Yes, two wise fools!

I know where I have lost my gold coin… Over there.

But, still, I am searing for it ‘here’, because there is light over here!

Mullah, the wise fool,  is angry at the stranger for wasting his time too. “Why the hell are we searching for the coin here?” he yells at the other fool.

And, the other fool, though he knows where the coin is lost, doesn’t look for it there; he looks for it where there is light!

It takes two fools to explain to me the moral of this story: 

“You, the third fool, turn your search-light to the spot where you have lost your coin!”

Wise fools!


Pics.: Hariprasad

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


I like this kelawala. At 7.45, this morning, I bumped into his gaadi. He came towards me with his folded hands. When he reached me, he bent down to touch my feet.

“Nahin, bhaisaab, nahin,” I took his hands away out of embarrassment. “Kaise hain aap?”  I enquired, “Kaisa chal raha hai dhandapaani?”

“Khuda ki meharbani,” he pointed at the bananas on his cart. A lot of them were over-ripe, almost spoilt. “Chalana padta hai, saab.”

He tucked three good bananas into my hands. I had a bad cough; but, I had no choice but to accept his love-offering’!

Three years ago, he had brought his young son to me to be taught in TY B’Com. When I saw this man’s enthusiasm and vision for his son – also, on seeing the sincerity of the young son (Every evening,  from 5 to 10, this young man would relieve his father by selling bananas, parking their cart in the busy market) – I took the young man in. Obviously, there was an acute problem of fee. I  fixed a small amount, which some organization arranged to pay. I encouraged the young boy to do our PD course, which he whole-heartedly did. The fee was paid by another anonymous well-wisher. The young man is, presently, employed in a good firm, and, I am sure, will do well in life.

This March, one morning, this man appeared along with his young daughter. It was her turn to learn from me in TY B’Com. Within minutes, the matter was closed. The fee got reduced, the balance fee, as in his son’s case, was paid by the Good Samaritan. The girl, too,  joined the summer PD-course, and another silent hand reached out, in time. The girl was brilliant during our two-month course… She, in deed, stole our hearts. Now, she is in my class learning her final-year subjects. Absolutely committed and hard-working. I have my thumbs up, both thumbs… for this young soul!

This morning, at 7.45, he was already on his duty. I was on mine. As I left him, I began to wonder, how similar we both were!

His shirt had drenched in sweat; mine too. Yes, though it was early morning of the day!

He had left home 

with the same goal as mine: 

to keep our kitchen fire burning… 

to see our children get 

the best of education and come up in life… 

and, to provide some decent comforts 

to our respective families.


He was a father… I too.

He had dreams… I too. 

He had left home early… I too.

He worried about his fatigued body… I too.

He prayed to God for help… I too.

Good Samaritans reached out to this man… to me too.

“Hey, how similar we both are!” I smiled in my heart, “how identical!”

This night, he will go to his humble home – literally a hut – with the same satisfaction as mine. 

“Sir, you offered me three bananas with all your affection and gratitude,” I told this man in my happy heart. “Please accept my ‘three cheers’!” I raised both my thumbs up.


Pics.: Vivek D'Cunha

Monday, June 18, 2012


“If wishes were horses, even beggars would ride them.”

This morning, a young boy was telling me that he wanted to start his own company!

“Why not?” I thought, “He certainly can.”

When I first landed in Mumbai, about thirty-three years ago, I too was dreaming like this boy did. “I want to start something on my own,” I was telling myself and my close ones around. 

Luckily, I had picked-up a book on the roadside. “Whatever a man’s mind conceives and believes, it can achieve!” A young, raw boy like me needed this ‘booster pumping’ from Napoleon Hill’s timeless classic – ‘Think & Grow Rich’.

I haven’t become ‘financially very rich’… But, certainly, I have achieved whatever my mind had ‘conceived’ and ‘believed in’.

So, whenever a young, raw boy or girl declares his dream – call it his desire to build his castles in the air, if you like – I don’t laugh. I really don’t. 

If a simple, unpolished boy, like me, could achieve his little dream, then, I must believe that someone like me would. 

The boy, this morning, was telling me about his ‘big dreams’. He wasn’t inhibited or intimidated… It was good to see a young man so confident.

I wished him luck. I told him that if he pursued his dream, gave whatever it demanded of him, he would achieve his dream.

He thanked me. 

What is demanded of this young man?

First thing first: Is he just ‘wishing’ or is he ‘dreaming’?

Wishes have no power; dreams have. Wishes don’t come from our passionate soul; our dreams do. Dreams are definite… Our wishes become dreams only when we are definite about what we want to achieve, and when we commit with our whole heart… when we say ‘no’ to things which are hindrance to our goals… when we set a deadline – a time frame to achieve – when we plan, organize ourselves, seek help from every one who matters… when we work extremely hard and smart… When we show dogged determination and stoic perseverance… 

No, not otherwise. 

Otherwise, our wishes would remain only wishes: the proverbial castles in the air!

Dreams need life. 

We have to infuse it… 

with the breath of our souls.

“Hey young man, how many hours do have in a day?” I feel like asking every young man who wants to build his castles. 

“At what time do you wake up? How do you manage your day?”

“Will you walk miles of distance, when there is nothing in your wallet? Are you prepared to remain on one meal a day… even to go to bed hungry?”

“Are you ready to withstand cynicism and opposition on your way?"

“What if you fail? Sorry, will you stick to it when you keep facing defeats?”

A hundred more questions had popped up in my mind, when I was raw and young.

They still do… every time a young man – raw and dreaming – declares his desire to build castles.

The basics have not changed. They will not!

The old saying will, forever, remain new:
“If wishes were horses… Yes, even beggars would ride them!”


Pics.: Lionel Saldanha

Sunday, June 17, 2012


The clouds do not seek my permission
Before they burst into rain,

Nor do the Stars before they go into hiding…

A full Moon or a crescent Moon… or a Moonless night,

None of these need my consent.

When the Eagle goes to sleep,

He doesn’t come to me to kiss Good-bye…

Nor does the Sun wait for my Good-morning.

Rivers flow where the Sea is…

And, not where I want them to be…

The whales are happy in the deep seas

Even though I am scared of the depth of the seas…

The snow-fall might sound very romantic for a beholder like me,

But, it does sent shivers through the hearts

Of those whose life it cripples…

You know, even a million people can’t empty an ocean;

Why, they can’t even silence the meekest of the thunders!

I am dispensable…

There are rules to obey,

Limits to abide by…

There are Gods to fear…

Demons to stay off!

All of a sudden, the sky has turned dark;

The clouds are ready to burst…

Whether I like it so or not… who cares?

I am supposed to seek my joy and fulfillment

Amidst the drama that unfolds…

In the skies

On the land…

In the deep oceans.

My heart says, this is an amazing evening…

My eyes agree,

My mind, too.

Please don’t ask me, sir:

“What is that you want to tell?”

Some things, in life, do not need my consent…

They are beautiful, when left alone.

Just a while from now, when rain comes,

I will not only stretch my hands, I will stretch my heart, too.

Please don’t ask me, sir:



Pic.: Denzil Pais