We had dinner at Camilia Cafe last night. This is the BEST place to have shwaramas in the whole of Oman. Even the Chicken Tikka with houmos is amazing! Lip smacking! Finger-licking!
The best part about Lebanese cuisine is that its very light. I am talking of calories! They use very little oil and if any, its olive oil, which apparently is the best oil to cook food in. And most of their food is grilled, which adds to the taste !
I am not only a fan of their food, but also of their picnic culture. In the mall-crazy generation that we live, I see dots of Lebanese families scattered across gardens in Muscat. What amazes me is that they come in this bunches of families, with picnic tables and games. Most of them spend their Friday evenings seeing their children on swings and see-saws and tucking away grilled kebabs in humidity and heat. I appreciate this attitude because all around me I see parents stealing the innocence of a child and his wonder and diverting his attention to airconditioned malls. Have you ever wondered? Why is it that most of the kids that come to malls are highly stubborn? They have been pacified for a long time and the parent would rather give in than have a bawling and crying baby, tagged along.
Most kids dont wake up early enough to see the sun rise, or to see the stars in the sky. And because the world is increasingly turning into a 24-hour routine, with lights on all the time, they miss out on natural light in the night sky. Which is scary. And with light pollution around, I doubt if the future generations ever will.
After dinner we took a round of the area(CBD), to see if the grill restaurant near SupaSave was open. To my dismay it had shut down. But something else caught my attention. The eerie silence enveloped the area. It brought back flooding memories of shopping trips. There was a time when Sultan Shopping Center used be here instead of SupaSave. SSC was one of the first experience of "free" offers and coupons that was available in Oman. I think it was the first retail market experience. There was a time when people used to walk kilometers just to shop here. Parking was impossible to find. Just so that you could redeem gifts, people used to flock the place in the mornings on New Year's, only to find the place filled with people(New year's was when, instead of one coupon on an R.O. 3 purchase, you could get 3 coupons). Subsequent losses and a bad administration team, gifted a bankrupt tag to the owner. Today there are just random customers, very little light and another supermarket. Dad says that SSC is the best example of a rise and fall. That life is exacting, absolute and very very unprepared.
A family friend lost his mom today morning. Usually bubbly and full of life, he is sober and gloomy. Death is a great leveller. Previously I used to have frequent fights with this friend. Now I will tread calmly on his soul. Not out of pity, but out of concern and kindness.
You are reading this on a computer. Look around you, there may be some sign of life. Maybe a another person in a cafe. Maybe a kind round face of a Mom or a Dad. Maybe a friend. Hold their hand. Look with warmth. Cherish. You wont get another chance to be good. You wont get another chance to smell the roses on your way. The moment is NOW.
P.S--I think I am going to get addicted to the title song of KANK.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~Erma Bombeck
Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Heidi by Johanna Spyri
Let not your heart be troubled
Nor fear your soul dismay,
There is a wise Defender
And he will be your stay.
Where you have failed, he conquers,
See, how the foeman flies
And all your tribulation
Is turned to glad surprise.
If for awhile it seemeth
His mercy is withdrawn,
That he no longer careth
For his wandering child forlorn,
Doubt not His great Compassion
His love can never tire,
Those who wait impatience
He gives their heart's desire.
Welcome to the enchanting and charming world of innocent magic! Johanna Spyri captures the wonder of a child, left to live with her grandfather in the English countryside, with absolute simplicity. A feel good novel about a girl named Heidi; its the easiest way, urban mortals, living in concrete strucures can be transported to the lush green mountains, the fields of flowers...
As Heidi's life shifts from the peace and calm of Mother Nature to the manmade jungle in Frankfurt, the writer provides a stark contrast to the reader into lives in the two regions.
The need to adhere to manners, the hot-tempered governess, the invalid child whose life lacks wonder...mundane problems of city life that need not exist!
It made me think about the "exposure" that we talk about when we move towards so called "greener pastures". As more and more people move from rural settlements to urban apartments in search of monetary peace, our souls will be incereasingly dependent on Prosaic(In any case most medicines work because of the placebo effect!). Through Heidi, Johanna tries to capture the ethereal descriptions of Dorfli and its immense treasures, while painting the urban canvas in deep shades of grey. The introduction of an invalid Clara and her subsequent recovery due to mountain air, the love of Heidi for a blind grandmother and her selfless service, are welcome additions to the literary feast. Needless to say the spread is delectable!
Why should we read Heidi?
Because as much as we may deny, we need magic in our lives. Because sometimes its OK to read feel-good novels. Because sometimes we need to renew our spirits with hope and wonder. Because its a cheap way of absorbing the English countryside and its beauty!
I believe that everyone is the keeper of a dream— and by tuning into one another's secret hopes, we can become better friends, better partners, better parents, and better lovers. --Oprah Winfrey
Nor fear your soul dismay,
There is a wise Defender
And he will be your stay.
Where you have failed, he conquers,
See, how the foeman flies
And all your tribulation
Is turned to glad surprise.
If for awhile it seemeth
His mercy is withdrawn,
That he no longer careth
For his wandering child forlorn,
Doubt not His great Compassion
His love can never tire,
Those who wait impatience
He gives their heart's desire.
Welcome to the enchanting and charming world of innocent magic! Johanna Spyri captures the wonder of a child, left to live with her grandfather in the English countryside, with absolute simplicity. A feel good novel about a girl named Heidi; its the easiest way, urban mortals, living in concrete strucures can be transported to the lush green mountains, the fields of flowers...
As Heidi's life shifts from the peace and calm of Mother Nature to the manmade jungle in Frankfurt, the writer provides a stark contrast to the reader into lives in the two regions.
The need to adhere to manners, the hot-tempered governess, the invalid child whose life lacks wonder...mundane problems of city life that need not exist!
It made me think about the "exposure" that we talk about when we move towards so called "greener pastures". As more and more people move from rural settlements to urban apartments in search of monetary peace, our souls will be incereasingly dependent on Prosaic(In any case most medicines work because of the placebo effect!). Through Heidi, Johanna tries to capture the ethereal descriptions of Dorfli and its immense treasures, while painting the urban canvas in deep shades of grey. The introduction of an invalid Clara and her subsequent recovery due to mountain air, the love of Heidi for a blind grandmother and her selfless service, are welcome additions to the literary feast. Needless to say the spread is delectable!
Why should we read Heidi?
Because as much as we may deny, we need magic in our lives. Because sometimes its OK to read feel-good novels. Because sometimes we need to renew our spirits with hope and wonder. Because its a cheap way of absorbing the English countryside and its beauty!
I believe that everyone is the keeper of a dream— and by tuning into one another's secret hopes, we can become better friends, better partners, better parents, and better lovers. --Oprah Winfrey
Monday, June 26, 2006
Delhi University Cutoffs/Arcelor-Mittal
I am shocked, surprised and flabbergasted at the DU cutoffs. The range for Arts is from 91 to 93 percent, for Bcom honours is from 91 to 92 percent and 88 to 90 percent for Science.
I am thinking...will there be a time when the cutoffs are going to touch the 98 to 100 percent mark? Well if the students keep scoring in that range, that day isnt far away.
Also ..three cheers to Mr.Lakshmi Mittal!!! More than anything else, I am happy because its a victory for globalisation, not just a single Indian.
Those who would administer wisely must, indeed, be wise, for one of the serious obstacles to the improvement of our race is indiscriminate charity---Andrew Carnegie
(I had to put a quote by a steel magnate!!!)
I am thinking...will there be a time when the cutoffs are going to touch the 98 to 100 percent mark? Well if the students keep scoring in that range, that day isnt far away.
Also ..three cheers to Mr.Lakshmi Mittal!!! More than anything else, I am happy because its a victory for globalisation, not just a single Indian.
Those who would administer wisely must, indeed, be wise, for one of the serious obstacles to the improvement of our race is indiscriminate charity---Andrew Carnegie
(I had to put a quote by a steel magnate!!!)
Monday, June 19, 2006
The NRI Property Scam
(An interesting conversation at a friend's place veered towards real estate in India. Little did I know that it would unearth a scam that I could very well be a part of someday. My investigating skills havent been put to test. This is just the gist of a bigger picture.)
Ramaswamy left the shores of India in search of better oppurtunities. Mumbai wasnt providing much hope to this qualified engineer and the Gulf beckoned. Aging parents, an ardent need to earn and settle down led him to the progessing economy of the United Arab Emirates.
He changed many jobs till he found one that gave him all the perks and a brilliant salary. Job satisfaction and a heavy pocket; only matrimonial alliance remained. He married a wonderful woman, had two kids and was leading a settled life.
The movement of time, brought him to the age of 40s and the need to save for retirement pinched him. Colleagues suggested tapping the investment market of the Gulf, but shares and stocks flummoxed him . Soomeone suggested real estate.
ABC Esatates occupied the largest ad space in the Gulf News.Frequent seminars were held at the Hyatt, agents visited homes and gave presentations to the family, discussed land prices and government policies, and got signatures on the dotted line. Everything wwas legal and hassle-free. The agents did everything. Even the registration would be in Dubai. The buyer could come and observe the plot anytime of the year, or demand real time videos of the tract of land as per his wishes, anywhere in the world. Investment never looked this profitable. And then it was just a question of Rs. 4.4 lakhs. An airport and expressway were part of the government projects. The returns would be high. Plus no bank or company would give so much value for money locked for 4-5 years. Ramaswamy's European boss also bought a plot!
Ramaswamy decided to give it a shot.
-------------------------------------------------------
Chintamani Puttu, grew in poverty. He turned around his fortune by selling a piece of ancestral land, to a multinational company. The real estate bug bit him. Today he handles land worth many crores and is hand in glove with the goverment. He donates to charity, but more than the charitable institution, the entire town hears about it. He also knows how to recover money. In more ways than one. On a chess board of real estate, he is just a pawn. The real directions come from above.
His greatest revenue is from a segment of customers that are "minting money". The market is relatively untapped and the sentiment value is high. Puttu is a good actor, and NRIs an easy bait.
His estate agency is called ABC estates.
--------------------------------------------------------
Today there is no company by the name of ABC estates. Chintamani has a new company called XYZ Constructions Ltd.
Ramaswamy visited his plot only once. The videos kept coming in through emails,with financial details and a lot of numbers. Not once an indications of selling rates. Today an expressway and an airport are in the pipeline, just 3 kms away from Ramaswamy's plot, but he wont get a penny. The government has safely assumed that the land is theirs. To buyers who want to sell it to the government, the price is fixed on a whim by a goon who's original master is unknown. Some tried legal action, but most dont want to wait that long. Its a route most Indians dread to take. And who has heard of legal success against the government.
Some people tried constructing a house, but even that was consfiscated.
In some cases the land has been resold to several buyers.
Ramaswamy and Chintamani are just characters. But in reality many are suffering at the hands of an ineffective system and age old laws.
Real estate scams like these arent new. There is nothing new about NRIs being made scapegoat . Then why is the timing of this post important?
Because real estate prices are at new found highs. People are hiring goons for recovery of an amount as meagre as 50 lakhs(If I remember correctly even banks were doing that for recovery of loans). Development is On at large scale, and money changes hands every single day, whether through legal or benami transactions. There is talk of the Metro rail from Versova to Ghatkopar and across many stations in Mumbai. Expect real estate prices to increase. Same for the threats.
A good real estate investor knows that property close by is safer than property far away, unless you have easy access to the area. The distance plays havoc, creates complacency and dependence. Some agencies even elicit Power of Attorneys, thus "relieving" buyers of any responsiblity. The naive ones consider this to be a great asset, never realizing that 'Owner knows best'.
Fraudsters prey on families that have feudal disputes. This is a new tactic in ensuring the porperty will not be looked after by any member of the family in India, giving them a free hand.
Some suggest informing the registration office in advance will help. So that any reselling and the alarm bells will ring. Activating the Right to Information Act should also do some good.
When crores are at stake, unscrupulous minds are at work.
It pays to be informed.
As soon as the land of any country has all become private property, the landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed, and demand a rent even for its natural produce. ~Adam Smith, Wealth of Nations
Ramaswamy left the shores of India in search of better oppurtunities. Mumbai wasnt providing much hope to this qualified engineer and the Gulf beckoned. Aging parents, an ardent need to earn and settle down led him to the progessing economy of the United Arab Emirates.
He changed many jobs till he found one that gave him all the perks and a brilliant salary. Job satisfaction and a heavy pocket; only matrimonial alliance remained. He married a wonderful woman, had two kids and was leading a settled life.
The movement of time, brought him to the age of 40s and the need to save for retirement pinched him. Colleagues suggested tapping the investment market of the Gulf, but shares and stocks flummoxed him . Soomeone suggested real estate.
ABC Esatates occupied the largest ad space in the Gulf News.Frequent seminars were held at the Hyatt, agents visited homes and gave presentations to the family, discussed land prices and government policies, and got signatures on the dotted line. Everything wwas legal and hassle-free. The agents did everything. Even the registration would be in Dubai. The buyer could come and observe the plot anytime of the year, or demand real time videos of the tract of land as per his wishes, anywhere in the world. Investment never looked this profitable. And then it was just a question of Rs. 4.4 lakhs. An airport and expressway were part of the government projects. The returns would be high. Plus no bank or company would give so much value for money locked for 4-5 years. Ramaswamy's European boss also bought a plot!
Ramaswamy decided to give it a shot.
-------------------------------------------------------
Chintamani Puttu, grew in poverty. He turned around his fortune by selling a piece of ancestral land, to a multinational company. The real estate bug bit him. Today he handles land worth many crores and is hand in glove with the goverment. He donates to charity, but more than the charitable institution, the entire town hears about it. He also knows how to recover money. In more ways than one. On a chess board of real estate, he is just a pawn. The real directions come from above.
His greatest revenue is from a segment of customers that are "minting money". The market is relatively untapped and the sentiment value is high. Puttu is a good actor, and NRIs an easy bait.
His estate agency is called ABC estates.
--------------------------------------------------------
Today there is no company by the name of ABC estates. Chintamani has a new company called XYZ Constructions Ltd.
Ramaswamy visited his plot only once. The videos kept coming in through emails,with financial details and a lot of numbers. Not once an indications of selling rates. Today an expressway and an airport are in the pipeline, just 3 kms away from Ramaswamy's plot, but he wont get a penny. The government has safely assumed that the land is theirs. To buyers who want to sell it to the government, the price is fixed on a whim by a goon who's original master is unknown. Some tried legal action, but most dont want to wait that long. Its a route most Indians dread to take. And who has heard of legal success against the government.
Some people tried constructing a house, but even that was consfiscated.
In some cases the land has been resold to several buyers.
Ramaswamy and Chintamani are just characters. But in reality many are suffering at the hands of an ineffective system and age old laws.
Real estate scams like these arent new. There is nothing new about NRIs being made scapegoat . Then why is the timing of this post important?
Because real estate prices are at new found highs. People are hiring goons for recovery of an amount as meagre as 50 lakhs(If I remember correctly even banks were doing that for recovery of loans). Development is On at large scale, and money changes hands every single day, whether through legal or benami transactions. There is talk of the Metro rail from Versova to Ghatkopar and across many stations in Mumbai. Expect real estate prices to increase. Same for the threats.
A good real estate investor knows that property close by is safer than property far away, unless you have easy access to the area. The distance plays havoc, creates complacency and dependence. Some agencies even elicit Power of Attorneys, thus "relieving" buyers of any responsiblity. The naive ones consider this to be a great asset, never realizing that 'Owner knows best'.
Fraudsters prey on families that have feudal disputes. This is a new tactic in ensuring the porperty will not be looked after by any member of the family in India, giving them a free hand.
Some suggest informing the registration office in advance will help. So that any reselling and the alarm bells will ring. Activating the Right to Information Act should also do some good.
When crores are at stake, unscrupulous minds are at work.
It pays to be informed.
As soon as the land of any country has all become private property, the landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed, and demand a rent even for its natural produce. ~Adam Smith, Wealth of Nations
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Hotel Laxmi Prasanna:A Review
Everytime we passed through the 251-249(Bus nos.) stops near Andheri station, Mom and I used to keep vowing to eat the much publicised Gujrati Thali of Hotel Laxmi Prasanna.
We satiated our hunger pangs with that today. After a hectic shopping trip we went to the 'main' hotel only to be informed that the thali is available on the second floor of the same building. With loads of baggage( result of a voracious shopping trip!) we climbed the stairs(This is important here ....especially when you are the 'beast of burden' and are sorely missing the elevator!) to a richly decorated ambience with Gujrati girls in lehengas and chudis staring at us from the walls( Duh...Paintings!!).
I have never tasted a Gujrati Thali so I wanted to jump into ordering one, despite my mom reminding me that it is sweet! Nevertheless I made the foray. and I couldnt me more happy about my choice. Mom chose Masala Dosa, but eventually ended up sharing the thali with me!
It consisted of four different varieties of sabzi, curd, dal, four kinds of pickles and chutney, freshly cut salad, papad,vegetable cutlets, dhoklas(Phew!) . The dessert consisted of a choice between rasmalai and Amras(Mago Pulp). I picked Amras.
Key Points:
1. The thali is really really sweet. The only salty thing in the array of food items was the palak paneer. So if you want to have a sweet tooth there is no better place to go to!
2. The service is excellent. For a thali priced Rs.95, you get unlimited refills of all items( Its not a COOL thing because you get stuffed after the first round itself!!), except the sweet. Plus the service is based on a principle I personally endorse "as and when you want". It means that they havent cooked piles and piles of rotis and puris and you get a soggy one from the bunch, but serve freshly cooked stuff right onto your plate. It reminds me of an inventory control method where companies store stuff as and when required. That way there is minimum wastage. Dell follows it.
3. The difference between the thali I had at Kamath Restaurant in Muscat and here is evident in the freshness. Even though you get refills there, they arent right 'from the oven'.
(Though Kamath provides you eating mats( Give me the right word for them if you know!) with lovely quotations! Sometimes its difficult to decide what is more delectable: Food for thought or Food for tummy!)
The lunch ended with traditional Mukhwas and two very happy customers!
So, on a scale of one to ten I would give it a generous 8.5 and recommend it to everyone.
Chomp Chomp!
Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity. ~Voltaire
We satiated our hunger pangs with that today. After a hectic shopping trip we went to the 'main' hotel only to be informed that the thali is available on the second floor of the same building. With loads of baggage( result of a voracious shopping trip!) we climbed the stairs(This is important here ....especially when you are the 'beast of burden' and are sorely missing the elevator!) to a richly decorated ambience with Gujrati girls in lehengas and chudis staring at us from the walls( Duh...Paintings!!).
I have never tasted a Gujrati Thali so I wanted to jump into ordering one, despite my mom reminding me that it is sweet! Nevertheless I made the foray. and I couldnt me more happy about my choice. Mom chose Masala Dosa, but eventually ended up sharing the thali with me!
It consisted of four different varieties of sabzi, curd, dal, four kinds of pickles and chutney, freshly cut salad, papad,vegetable cutlets, dhoklas(Phew!) . The dessert consisted of a choice between rasmalai and Amras(Mago Pulp). I picked Amras.
Key Points:
1. The thali is really really sweet. The only salty thing in the array of food items was the palak paneer. So if you want to have a sweet tooth there is no better place to go to!
2. The service is excellent. For a thali priced Rs.95, you get unlimited refills of all items( Its not a COOL thing because you get stuffed after the first round itself!!), except the sweet. Plus the service is based on a principle I personally endorse "as and when you want". It means that they havent cooked piles and piles of rotis and puris and you get a soggy one from the bunch, but serve freshly cooked stuff right onto your plate. It reminds me of an inventory control method where companies store stuff as and when required. That way there is minimum wastage. Dell follows it.
3. The difference between the thali I had at Kamath Restaurant in Muscat and here is evident in the freshness. Even though you get refills there, they arent right 'from the oven'.
(Though Kamath provides you eating mats( Give me the right word for them if you know!) with lovely quotations! Sometimes its difficult to decide what is more delectable: Food for thought or Food for tummy!)
The lunch ended with traditional Mukhwas and two very happy customers!
So, on a scale of one to ten I would give it a generous 8.5 and recommend it to everyone.
Chomp Chomp!
Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity. ~Voltaire
Monday, June 12, 2006
Sachin Tendulkar is NOT God
There isnt a better time to write this post. Especially after the famed Federer-Nadal French open final ..
The title of this post is derived from an Orkut community that proclaims Sachin Tendulakar is God. And I have serious issues with that. Not with Sachin's abilities (mind you, I think he is the finest that ever was) ,but with a mad and crazy "idol-worshipping" fan that seeks no end to his adulation for a star like Sachin. I believe that one's bailiwick is a function of his willpower in a particular circumstance. Did you see Federer fall in the third set against Nadal and commit unforced errors like an amateur? The loss of focus and a shifting sense of perception gave way to a victory in the hands of his nemesis. Even though I LOVE his style of playing I give him permission to be human. Thats my gift to him as his fan.
So when I say that Sachin Tendulkar is not God I mean well. I dont want him to go through the injustice of having unnecessary baseless expectations on him that stop him from being human and error free. So that when he does not pay taxes for his Ferrari his nationalism is questioned. Or a poor performance is booed at Wankhede stadium( "I have more well wishers than that small section of crowd at the wankhede stadium"--Sachin Tendulkar).
Added to that a worshipping fan is a marketing manager's dream. buying products that an idol endorses on a whim or as part of the fanship, it a serious blow to an individual's ability to widen his horizons...
Thats another thing that businesses thrive on this kind of mania.
As part of a sports fan or for that matter a fan of any celebrity and his work , we have a responsiblity of choice. the kind of choices we make and the kind of pressure we put of stars in entirely in our hands. Our choices also dictate the kind of work we believe in.
Then there is also the risk of stars misusing their power( how MANY filmstars have got into politics?), or "antisocialites" create a needless furore of "responsiblity" and "instigation" when idols exercise their right to free speech.
An interesting incident that comes to mind ...
A friend of mine was late to school one day. He was an office bearer. The teacher who approached him questioned his actions in view of the position he was holding. To which he replied " Just because I am a prefect , does that mean I have an extra bone? So why should I undergo extra guilt, for a fault that was not orchestrated by me".
A religion that is small enough for our understanding would not be large enough for our needs. ~Arthur James Balfour
The title of this post is derived from an Orkut community that proclaims Sachin Tendulakar is God. And I have serious issues with that. Not with Sachin's abilities (mind you, I think he is the finest that ever was) ,but with a mad and crazy "idol-worshipping" fan that seeks no end to his adulation for a star like Sachin. I believe that one's bailiwick is a function of his willpower in a particular circumstance. Did you see Federer fall in the third set against Nadal and commit unforced errors like an amateur? The loss of focus and a shifting sense of perception gave way to a victory in the hands of his nemesis. Even though I LOVE his style of playing I give him permission to be human. Thats my gift to him as his fan.
So when I say that Sachin Tendulkar is not God I mean well. I dont want him to go through the injustice of having unnecessary baseless expectations on him that stop him from being human and error free. So that when he does not pay taxes for his Ferrari his nationalism is questioned. Or a poor performance is booed at Wankhede stadium( "I have more well wishers than that small section of crowd at the wankhede stadium"--Sachin Tendulkar).
Added to that a worshipping fan is a marketing manager's dream. buying products that an idol endorses on a whim or as part of the fanship, it a serious blow to an individual's ability to widen his horizons...
Thats another thing that businesses thrive on this kind of mania.
As part of a sports fan or for that matter a fan of any celebrity and his work , we have a responsiblity of choice. the kind of choices we make and the kind of pressure we put of stars in entirely in our hands. Our choices also dictate the kind of work we believe in.
Then there is also the risk of stars misusing their power( how MANY filmstars have got into politics?), or "antisocialites" create a needless furore of "responsiblity" and "instigation" when idols exercise their right to free speech.
An interesting incident that comes to mind ...
A friend of mine was late to school one day. He was an office bearer. The teacher who approached him questioned his actions in view of the position he was holding. To which he replied " Just because I am a prefect , does that mean I have an extra bone? So why should I undergo extra guilt, for a fault that was not orchestrated by me".
A religion that is small enough for our understanding would not be large enough for our needs. ~Arthur James Balfour
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Directions
I looked askance at Tomorrow
Apprehensive about Today...
Wishing that my fantasies
Would increase their stay.
The directions, I didnt know,
Turning back seemed an option
mind swam the waters of intellect
collecting confusion...
Herds pushed me around
Modelled me like clay..
Life seemed like a rubber ball
Simple and easy to play..
Unhappiness loomed large
Optimism a distant cry..
Groped everything in sight
Fear smirked closeby.
Back off Befuzzled!
I want to learn and move..
It might not seem that simple..
Worth does not need to prove
Clarity fills the vision..
But you might be Blind
the Lost know..
Inside you'll find.
Face real darkness
Witness glory
It doesnt take a writer
To write a beautiful story
For, generations ago it was said
and I will say it today..
When the roads diverge
Let conscience choose the way....
You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?---Rumi
Apprehensive about Today...
Wishing that my fantasies
Would increase their stay.
The directions, I didnt know,
Turning back seemed an option
mind swam the waters of intellect
collecting confusion...
Herds pushed me around
Modelled me like clay..
Life seemed like a rubber ball
Simple and easy to play..
Unhappiness loomed large
Optimism a distant cry..
Groped everything in sight
Fear smirked closeby.
Back off Befuzzled!
I want to learn and move..
It might not seem that simple..
Worth does not need to prove
Clarity fills the vision..
But you might be Blind
the Lost know..
Inside you'll find.
Face real darkness
Witness glory
It doesnt take a writer
To write a beautiful story
For, generations ago it was said
and I will say it today..
When the roads diverge
Let conscience choose the way....
You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?---Rumi
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