Dreams and Stories

For a while a thought has been coursing through my mind, Just what keeps me going ? I mean I have been through so much, have seen, done and felt so much. Why do i keep in going ? It is not like I have anyone making me go forward as it i m on a bullock cart or something. So why do I go forward ? For a while I thought may be it was the desire for winning that keeps me going. May be it is that never ending desire for excellence that make me tick. But after a while I realized even though i do possess that desire it does not drive me. It too is a manifestation of some other mysterious internal reason. May be it was the love for my family, my parents. But even though I love them and like to make them safe and happy, they too are not the main reason I keep at it. After all what i have done already is enough to make them proud. Then I thought may be it was my fiance that I wanted to make happy,proud and safe. But today I realized it was none of these things. I mean all these times I had so much wanted to be wanted, wanted to be loved and understood and respected by other just like any normal human being. But today i discovered what i need more than anything it is to succeed. If anyone of you ever read weefree men, it says, the hills are the bones and the bones are the hills. It is all one. The history rallied behind you, the blinding heritage, the longings of generations is what drives you. The bones of them all, the tears of them all, the blood of them all stand beside you. You are never alone if you just remember who you are and why you are here. Remember it is not just you, it is them all, hopes of generations have been aflame inside you waiting to roar to this world in celebration when you make entry in to this world as an envious and exemplary person. And thus finally I knew what I searched for was inside me. I was talking to her on a book she sent me for my birthday. It was so long since I properly read a book I was so delighted just to hold it in my arms. It gave me such pleasure to dig in to it and get lost in the world of the "Lost Boy". And I wanted her to share in the memories. But I guess she was a bit too preoccupied with her things. Anyway I was a bit shaken up. But as i was going to go to sleep I suddenly realized I just didn't care. I just wanted to read the book, consume it, revel in the thoughts of the "Lost Boy" and bathe in the warmth of a dreamworld only story can provide. That was when I knew why I did all this. This entity called me was not a random creation. My roots go back so far in to the past. And as i stand here today so many dreams stand beside me. The dreams dreamt by the storyteller. They are my dreams and I live for them. I live for the stories and the dreams that I create, my heritage. I don't need any other thing to live for. For this is my life. The life of a story teller,  dreamer,  

The Rainmaker.

And here we go

Yes the moment is finally here with us. And we are off to the party. Hip hip horray

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUUGblNjK20

Waiting for Zone Party

Yeah!!! It is that time of the year again. We gonna have fun.... yooohooo. Well euphoria aside our company's Christmas celebrations are coming up and it is gonna be fun. The theme is magic for this time. And yes that is as in Prisoner of askaban for all of you Harry Potter fans. And for you LOTR fans I fell like being frodo or better still aragorn. At least think i am suitably endowed for that. anyways i think it would be cool to have something like that. And yeah i am thinking of adding some stuff in to the mix too. yea may be even a ear ring ;). Nah i am just kidding. But i sure wanna suprise every body. Badly need to show that they cant prototype me. Nobody can and nobody will. I am who I am and will alwys be my own self. Alohomora!!!

Death of a friend

He passsed us by.

On his way he goes.

Oblivious and safe.

Sure in the wings that he has.

A tear falls to earth.

Drier than the desert it is.

For the cries of the inncocent days in life.

Has robbed the beuty of this once lush green lands.

And now comes the winter with its cold and ice.

And perch on the maple branch

And smiles at the long past summer times

And in time the flowers will wither

and days get longer and birds will leave.

But the golden leaves of autumn willl live forever

Under icy cold snow forever and so.

-Osada. Death of a friend 2008

And we are back

Well it has been a while since i posted something up here. Even though I was a bit busy during the last days it wasnt the main reason that i didnt keep up with the posts. The actual reason was that I was a bit trenched in a bit of a rough patch and needed a bit of time. But as it evident i have emerged from that and even better for that. And I've got stories to tell and talk to deliver. So be ready for some pretty dense torrent of posts. And I will assure you they are going to keep you pondering for more than quite a while. So long then

you know i thought that this was going to be fun. well it is. i cant complain.but all the while i think what if?what if? i would never know what it would be like you know.i can hear the sounds from above but still my mind is nowhere near there. wonder what you would have done. i know what you would have wanted me to do. i know i am eventually going to do it.but i just miss u. thats all. even when it hits me i will be wondering.what if?

In a free fall

Ever been in a free fall ? Those who have know what i am talking about. you know that the fall is coming even as you feel the thrill of falling freely the dread of reaching ground is busy in your head. I count days as time slowly withers past. Aimless and wandering I struggle through dreamy landscape full of nightmares of lonliness. I dont knowwhen I will get out of here but I will. But what I know is that when I come out I am going to be a lot stronger than I was going in. With her standing beside me we will get through this. Together and Stronger. Love you