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!