Welcome to a New World!!

There are songs on the cover page, getting all the attention and then there are few at the rare which very few people hear. We go with the glamour, glitz and the hype around and tend to ignore that song waiting silently at the rear. Once we explore them, sometimes that song becomes our favourite. Strange but at times true!

Whenever a show comes on Television exploring food there is an automatic restraint and an earthiness which brings sweetness to the taste bud. Food brings with it pleasure, friendship and warmth. It brings with it an absolute sense of gratification and somehow brings us down to earth and lets us enjoy the moment of delight. It’s amazing how food puts in the picture of various cultures across the world and brings in positivity which is rare. We are a big fan of food shows like Masterchef, Chakh le India and Highway on my plate, all of which brings positivity, happiness and takes us through the unexplored streets. Everyone wants Roti, Kapda aur Makan but Roti always comes first!                                                                                       

I like it when things never happen And when things go crazy I like falling down And then rising up again I like it when the world is against me And when I fight a lonely battle I like it when love is around me And when I listen to it silently I like it when someone likes me And then moves away for unknown I like it when I see a new place And when it adds on to the mystery I like it when I listen to a fresh tune And when it makes me fly I like it when I don’t look back And when I have fire for more.

When I look around me I see so many pictures bright And then they disappear Shouting and wanting for more When I look around me I see your pretty face But then that’s not for long Will be gone into the wild When I look around me I stand alone Trying to breathe I close my eyes again.

Listen to the tears, Sounds different whenever it pours, Listening to it make us weak, And sometimes strong, Sometimes lost in the ocean, Sometimes poured in the garden, Sometimes for a moment, To light up the darkness, Listen to the tears, Sounds like the way rain pours, Sometimes for happiness, Sometimes out of fear, Sometimes out of passion, To light up the desire, And break the shackles, Listen to the tears, Sounds different whenever it pours.

~ I looked out thinking and hoping,   ~Without staring and listening, ~Through the same window, ~Holding on to the eyes of the same broken glass, ~The picture was standstill, ~Lights were still hazy, ~Stolen with the motion alive, ~No direction and no sound, ~Desperate to keep up to the same pace, ~Even when it was not quintessential, ~Brought me back to the same junction, ~Inheriting the same mystery, ~Cycling back to the same old memories, ~Through the same window, ~Holding on to the eyes of the same broken glass.

The only thing one hopes before sleeping is to get a sound sleep and to not wake up to the burning eyes, pressure to get ready in ten minutes, eat breakfast in five minutes or mostly skip it, run to catch the bus and wait for twenty minutes to move a mile in the horrific Bangalore traffic. I woke up today with the same feeling, only to realize in few minutes that it’s not a Monday! The feeling of winning after almost losing something is out of the world and for most the feeling of not waking up to a Monday morning is like castle in the hands of murky! So when one is working one feels that probably starting a business will keep us away from the weekly haunt of a Monday morning, although the truth is in a business everyday is a Monday. It’s funny but for most of us everything revolves around Monday. Monday can be the source of motivation to stay hungry and to stay foolish! I started to write to abuse Monday but in due course realized that it’s not Monday but the mindset