A New Look!

Well,do you like the new face of my blog, in fact, of my heart? I really toiled hard to find this beautiful template, named Rainbow Garden, failing a number of times, trying again, and finally succeeding!Finding the template was not as difficult as applying it through the Settings on the Dashboard, for I am not really a computer geek(but I tend to be becoming one)! 

You might be wondering what could be the reason behind this 'early change', for 'Speaking Your Heart Out', is still very young on Blogspot!Actually this was the kind of format I was looking for in the beginning, but didn't let the 'technology search', hinder my writing. As now, I am getting somewhat experienced at managing the blog, so I would be taking care of its 'looks' simultaneously with the writings. But mind you, the writing part won't suffer, since writing is what my heart is all about!:)

Ode To The Old

Getting up at 6 in the morning after snoozing the 5:30 alarm several times, finally entertaining the doodhwaala, who would be banging at the door since ages, standing by the chunks of Verka milk bottles in his wagon, going out in the Nehru Memorial Park for a brisk half-an hour walk, rushing back home, and into the kitchen to prepare for himself a one-egg omelette with a half burnt toast and a strong tea and relishing the meal hurriedly before catching the last local from Bandra to Boriwilli; constituted the mornings of Mr. Goswami, a senior clerk in the Taxation Department of West Mumbai. A clean-shaven man with a supple and wrinkled leather, indicating that he was in his late 40’s, Mr. Goswami was a multi-faceted personality; an efficient bade-babu in office, a bal-brahamchari at home and more significantly, a prolific writer at heart. His study for which he had chosen Sadhna as the sobriquet, was a masterpiece, adorned with works as old as the Shakespeare and also providing an insight into the modern world of Robin Sharma and Chetan Bhagat. But the ‘commodity’ of Sadhna which seemed to be priceless for Mr. Goswami was the coveted wooden desk, lying in a corner and looking a century old, on which he had given birth to so many marvelous creations. While the water almost lobbied for crystallization in the cold winters, Mr. Goswami would sit for long hours in the nights in Sadhna which was warmed up, thanks to what seemed to be an ancient heat exchanger, sipping the sweet-corn soup to pump himself up, while capturing the magnificence of towering mountains and beautiful beaches in his lively poems and praising the Grand Hyatt delicacies in his ‘rude food’ articles. He was as sincere and witty as Karan Thapar and a visionary as Obama in his thinking chair.

As years rolled on , the Taxation Department employees were introduced to a new technology called the ‘computers’ and Mr. Goswami was not an exception. Apart from the clerical stuff, this ‘technology’ unleashed the treasure of writing tools like the Microsoft Office which engulfed Mr. Goswami, thus disturbing the ‘thermodynamics cycle’ of the ‘writer’. He would now no longer ‘waste’ his ink scribbling his heart out on the A4 sized sheets, rather he took to blogging, parting with his companion, the wooden desk, which had always stood by him in times, sweet and sour. Mr. Goswami indeed did a ‘Tiger Woods’ act! The ’thinking chair’ too was replaced by a strange- looking rocking chair.

One night, Mr. Goswami’s sound sleep was disturbed by an unexpected power blow-off. He got up, looked for his spectacles, but being unable to locate them, walked into the dark aimlessly. Soon, his path was obstructed by a ‘solid thing’. Hovering his hand over the ‘obstacle’, Mr. Goswami was unable to identify it. That very moment, the lights turned on and he found himself standing in the Sadhna with the same old wooden desk blocking his path, as if begging to him to return to his ‘old tradition’!

KEY WAYS to a happy life

True friends are hard to find,
Always SAVE them in your mind;
Sweet memories make us smile,
COPY them for life's next mile;
Along the 'lively path', golden gifts prevail,
Try to OPEN them, you'll never fail;
PRINT the goals you want to achieve,
Before for the journey of life you leave;
PREVIEW the life you desire to have at the end,
And see your dreams and efforts blend;
UNDO the laziness in you,
For it takes the destiny away from you;
DELETE the worries from your heart,
Go for the maximum and act smart;
CLOSE the blank pages of your life,
Make the NEW ones, for which you thrive;
CUT the boredom from your day,
PASTE creativity to find a new way;
For a fruitful life, try the thinking mode,
You'll find it's all on your keyboard!

Tweeting, finally!

The 'Twitter bug' is spreading its wings quick and fast, swallowing mathematically uncountable number of people and gulping down a huge part of the of the homo-sapiens! I wonder if  Twitter is the right name for this bug for the name seems exactly opposite to the 'acts of carnage' it has blasted over the humans!And I am the latest one who has been stung by this 'deadly bug'! I would now iterate the clichéd phrase: I am Tweeting!

The ones who want to check out my 'not yet so magical Tweets' could follow http://twitter.com/alreadyonhisway 

A Split-Pesonality?

Hold on! I am not going to list down the causes, symptoms and the cure for the above mentioned technical-looking words, for this is not a psychiatrist's blog! I start off by sharing a personal experience with you: In my latest venture, I got selected as a columnist for the 'not-so popular' newspaper of our university.(You could congratulate me for that, if you wish to). Call it a coincidence or a prediction come true, I was assigned the job, not forcefully though, to write on a topic, about which I had always hesitated to talk about. I would just walk out of a group if I sensed a story being concocted on the same issue.So, as soon as I was given an outline of what I had to write on, I felt that I might not be able to come up with something scintillating. But to my surprise, I exploited the 'scary topic' ruthlessly with my Reynolds ball point, when I sat down in my thinking chair! I seemed to get some sort of cosmic vibes which made me scribble on the A4 sized sheet very easily!The fear which haunts an engineering student just before an entrance examination turned into the care-free expression which prevails on his face before an ordinary Monday test.

Now, how would you describe that? Won't you call it 'the other side of me'? Maybe, I am a victim of a Split-Personality Syndrome;a teenager who is otherwise very simple, calm and composed, but turns into a brutal critic as soon as he gets his 'writing-machine' in his hand!

Most of you might be wondering that you are just wasting away your time reading some weird content by a,'I want to be a writer' kind of person, while the rest handful of you left, who have a 'blind faith' in me might put it the other way round:I am 'plastic', I stretch myself according to the change,I surrender to the change!

Though I would like to be tagged in the latter way, but I see no harm in being called a 'Split-Personality patient', as long as it helps me march forth on my 'writing path'. I would be the happiest unwell being in the world!

Poll in people!

It's a humble request to the readers, visitors and the members to please pour in with their comments , so that I get to know if I am catering well to your needs or not.Make a comment, send a message, leave a note, contribute a few seconds of your precious time to make my blog a better one, or at least readable one!

And I am glad that 'Blackbox' has become my first anonymous follower:)

It's Cold 'Within'

Now, you have to appreciate my courage, for I am performing the herculean task of writing my blog in this cold weather without any hand gear! Maybe, I am expecting some kid of 'Warming through Blogging'!Its difficult for me to survive for a considerable period of time without a pair of gloves. Talking of the weather again, its really very cold in this part of the world, at this point of the day. The tea-stall wallahs are making quick bucks,the coffee houses have become the most frequently visited places these days(Even more than the blogspot!),and the morning fog has slowed down the traffic, annoying many young bikers like me!. Many of my 'Facebook Friends' are becoming the fans of one coffee club or the other, just the right time to do so.

But, the 'Concept of Cold' seems nothing new to us. The winters last only for a few months, but the 'cold' prevails throughout the year and hence throughout our lives. I wonder, if it's really a post-winter effect, for even the scorching summers are also not enough to get rid of this cold. People are so intensely trapped in the materialistic-web that their souls are freezing, thus turning them into cold-blooded creatures. And still they look to restore the warmth by having a beverage-binge! 'Success' has overcome the terms of love, affection, humanity and above all, inter-personal relationships.The wells of well-being have dried up, fields of fidelity have become barren and the crop of calm has been destroyed. The sun seems to be eclipsed for the entire life. Who's then responsible for such an upheaval? I guess, it's not the winters!(A safe reply could be Pandora, for sure).

Humanity is certainly witnessing a nightmare, loosing its once- embedded innocence and flair. The ax of unexpected ordeals is looming over our heads and the humane- threads holding it are becoming weaker with every tick of the clock. The chances of a miracle seem to be grim.

Being practical, it seems rather impossible to restore a utopian- world, one could dream of, but the conditions could be prevented from becoming worse and then could be improvised further, for one in hand is better than two in a bush.Or, we could be mere spectators and allow the weather to become even more cold. I think, most of us would like to go with the former, but the path may not be easy, for one has to face cold to beat the cold!

First Blood

Hurray!Here comes my first follower!The 'flyboy'! Wow, I feel so happy that I too feel like flying! A 'Follower', seems to me more than just an eight-letter word, for now someone will be affected to some extent with my writings. I now have a greater responsibility on my shoulders and I am loving it:) Thanks once again for investing your trust in me. I promise that I won't disappoint you.

A Delayed Welcome

Oh! I should have begun my blog with the new year greetings! How did I miss out on that? Anyway, its better late than never. I wish you all a very happy new year. But, technically, I think I am going the right way,for this time, the winters started a bit late, so am I,with the delayed new year greetings!:)

With a new year, come up new resolutions and new hopes.Long lists of do's and don't's; if's and but's are made up in the minds and numerous ways are worked out to accomplish these 'Missions'. New year resolutions are just a perfect excuse to improve the life of a person, if one is willing to do so! But let us not forget that every year is composed of several months(12 to be exact), which in turn are derived from the days(Not to forget the difference between a leap year and a non-leap year!).So, it would be even better to start working on a resolution every new day, achieve small goals in order to catch the big fish in the end! Why wait for a new year then!

A promise to keep

I promise to update my blog regularly. Actually,I am trying to create a 'Positive Pressure' on myself, so that the moment I try to back out of writing, 'My Readers'(I love those words!:)) don't let me do that; a useful technique to achieve your goals, according to Robin Sharma.

Those 12 Days!

[Note: I started writing this poem just a day before my first end semester exam. Sadly, I had to leave it in between for I had to study! But looking at the scores I got, I think I should have completed it there and then.(Just too many I's up there!). After that, I tried to complete it but never got that 'sinking feeling', which is required to describe those 'rainy days'.]

O My God, the exams are here!

My mind, my body getting cold with fear!

The semester is about to end, my concepts still not clear,

I am afraid it might cost me dear.

The race is on to get the notes from here,there and everywhere!

'Study!Study!Study on!' has become the slogan of my parents,

Reminding me,"Son,you have to have a good C.G.P.A* this year!"

This adds on to my anxiety,sweeps aside my cheer.

With a heavy heart, I drag myself to my room,

I find no one but solitude prevails everywhere;

Neither could I hear a bird chirping somewhere near!

Don't know how these 12 days I am going to bear,

I pray to God to help me out of this fear!

*C.G.PA: An evaluation system based on grades. (I am sure,the ones who read my blog would be familiar with this term)

A reason to live

Not a thing was going well,

Gradually, my life was becoming a hell.

Gloom, sadness,pain and misery followed me everywhere,

I could find happiness,joy,hope and cheer nowhere;

Failures at every step had become the order of the day,

A 'Dark night' in my life was here to stay.

Fumed and frustrated, I went out on a walk,

My brain tense, my heart depressed, I found it difficult to talk;

I didn't know where I was going,

Agony and sorrow in my life growing;

Wandering aimlessly, I reached a place I had never been before,

Soon I realized, I was in a slum, developed a few weeks ago;

Dirt, filth, garbage:I could see a real mess around,

I could hardly find a piece of 'Green Ground'.

Unmoved, unfeeling, I moved on,

A serious battle in my mind brewing on;

Suddenly, my attention diverted to a child,

He looked innocent with an expression on his face so mild;

But his face gave me a sinking feeling,

As always, I started analyzing.

The reasons I found left my heart bleeding.

In winters, I would curl myself up in my cozy bed,

But he didn't have a roof to cover his head;

Every now and then, I would buy new clothes and the older ones kept piling on,

And he didn't have a piece of wool to put on;

Without any effort,I got three meals of the day,

But for a piece of bread, he had to toil hard night and day.

Coming back to life, I rushed my hands in my pocket,

All I could find was just a piece of chocolate;

With numb hands, I offered it to him,

He looked at me amazed and finally gave a grin.

But what I saw next was even more shocking,

He didn't walk to me, but started crawling;

I realized how cruel life had been to him,

My feet froze,I couldn't walk up to him;

With shaky hands, he took the 'Gift' with glee,

As if I was the Santa and he was the greatest fan of me.

His eyes were filled with joy,

Mine with remorse,I was about to cry;

I prayed to God, I had had enough of that sight,

I could no longer bear that boy's plight;

How disgraceful I had been to my life!

A lesson was learnt and my content began to thrive.

I started respecting life from then on,

For in that boy, I just found a reason to live on!

Looking for 'Someone'

I was about to fall, and then someone held my hand,

Someone so pure, someone so fragile, someone who trusted me more than me;

Someone who shared my pain,

But never expected any kind of gain;

Someone who made me realize, the purpose of human to be,

Is to make others happy and glee;

Someone who was so kind,

Hatred and envy were never on his mind;

Someone who was so innocent,

Any harm to anyone he never meant;

Someone who when painted on his canvas,

Made the world look full of beauty and 'Green Grass';

Someone who was so thrilled,

To see the artisans and masons so skilled;

Someone who knew how to fulfill his dreams,

Which were more than just chocolates and ice creams;

Someone who had no fear,

To say the truth even to his near and dear;

Someone who understood the beggars and their plight,

And tears filled his eyes as he saw this sight;

Someone who never dared to lie,

But was ready to face the punishment and cry;

Someone whose will was so strong and bold,

He could easily bear a hot June and a December so cold;

Someone who was so scintillating, so chivalrous by birth,

As if he was 'God on Earth'.

I am looking for that 'Someone' in me,

Without whom I find it difficult for my identity to be.

The cruel world modified me,

Into a person I never wanted to be,

By killing 'Someone' who was growing up in me.

As I grew,

My innocence,purity and simplicity flew;

Hatred and envy in me grew,

About which I had no clue.

I found myself as a person in this world who was not new.

This was certainly not my destiny,

I really wanted to have something humane in me.

But now I am ready to regret my mistake,

No matter what cost it would take.

I will try to invoke 'Someone' in me,

For the joy of others and of me.

I will not stop, I will keep trying,

Till the people say, they can see the 'Same Old Someone' in me.

From My Side

This is my first stint at writing after a very long break and I hope to make it a productive one.'A very long break', maybe because I was too busy in activities other than writing or maybe I was too lazy to write! But with inspiration from some of my friends and desperation from my side,I was able to get back to writing.

The thinking process was mainly from the heart, rather than the brain,which I think is one of the secrets behind a beautiful writing. So I found the title,'Speaking your Heart out' to be apt for the collection of my writings.

Errors would definitely be there and sometimes you might find my views contradictory to yours. I would be happy to receive the feedback and your views on my views. Any amendments which need to be done to improve my writing skills,any grammatical errors which need to be corrected would always be accepted and thought upon. I would just request you to read the content and let your heart do the evaluation this time;you'll definitely feel the difference!