People are never who they seem to be. There is always a hidden agenda or thoughts they wouldn't share. Your thoughts are your most private, most personal things. Things which you choose to share with the people you want to share them with.

It's good to meet new people. To hear stories and share moments with people you haven't met before. To create new moments, new memories, new stories. Every new person you meet is a clean slate. Someone you can start anew with. Who doesn't know who you are, why you are the way you are. But then comes the question, do you really behave the same way with everyone you meet or talk to? There is always a bit of embellishment. You might laugh at a joke you would otherwise scoff at. Or eat something you would never otherwise touch. Or listen to a song you always thought was bad. Cursory changes to the outer you no doubt, but the person inside, the core is still the same.

Anyway, getting back to what I began with, people are never who they seem to be. If you can embellish, so can everyone else.

Money money money, it's a rich man's world..

The power of green..... The world always has, still does and always will revolve around money. It DOES make the world go round. A very intelligent person wrote, "Whoever said money can't buy happiness, doesn't know where to shop." Those who ask us to choose between money and satisfaction need to rethink their question because money IS satisfaction. You need money for everything. To have fun, to study, to SURVIVE.

In today's day and age it doesn't matter how you get it; what matters is that you have it. Especially in a country like India, money is POWER. Politicians give a tiny rat's arse about what is happening to the nation, they want money. Teachers give a damn about what's happening to their students because they aren't getting paid to care and actually, why should they.

I wonder whether I should lament the fact that every bloody thing today is run by that green piece of paper or prepare myself to dive in and grab whatever I can. People slog every minute of every day, only so that they can collect and hoard. And I must say, that is what has to be done today.

Money is God and money is the Devil. It can buy ecstasy and it can bring pain. It can build mighty towers and shatter relationships.

Money runs the world................................................

Pictures

Just a few thoughts..

They say a picture says a thousand words. But pictures are more than just a thousand words. They are memories. Fragments, moments of life. They tell stories. They have a whole language of their own. They crystallize and capture moments on a canvas. They immortalize a feeling or a thought. A picture can bring tears to ones eyes and they can also make you laugh out loud. Looking at a picture, a photograph, can take you back to another time, another place. It preserves those tiny moments that make life worth living. The happy times with friends; the beauty of a sunset; the first rainfall; the special family outings; the goofy, silly poses....
Pictures-they are more than just colours on a paper, they are emotions, forever frozen in time, never to be forgotten.

Young love

The first two lines were written by Sameer.. I wrote the rest..

From the faded ink and torn papers
Reeks the smell of young love.
Brings back memories
Of innocent crushes
Passionate infatuation
Silly, juvenile poems
Silent declarations of love
Whispered promises of together forever.
And as the love faded away
Like the ink on a paper
It brought with it
Tears of longing
Crushing heartbreak
Experiences, lessons..
Young love, long forgotten,
But still remembered....

I cannot go to school today

I just stumbled upon this gem of a poem and wanted to share it :D

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue-
It might be "instamatic" flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.

My back is wrenched, me ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains it time it rains,
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my spine is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight,
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . . . Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!!"
--Shel Silverstein

Lost in translation

I wrote this one last night. Got most of what I wanted out, but still feels kinda incomplete. Oh well...

It was my day to shine
But I was outshone.
My day to be the best
But someone was just better.

I hoped for some assurance
That I mattered.
That I had made a difference.

I hoped for some recognition,
Maybe someone who had realised
That I wasn't the black spot in the background,
But the colour that made the picture.

I hoped to be the notes
that held the symphony together.
Instead,
All I became was a single,
lilting tune,
Lost in the medley.

I wanted to be noticed,
Needed someone to acknowledge
My presence,
But I guess I just faded away,
Got lost
in translation..............

Incomplete.

I wrote this a week or so back. It's incomplete and I don't think I'll be able to finish coz the words aren't coming out right. Definitely one of my worst.

I'm afraid of
The person I've become.
I look back at who i used to be
And wonder,
How it all changed so much.
People came and went.
Some touched my heart
Some left their mark
Others faded
Into the distant haze of my memories.