Happy children's day to the child in you

Allow him to play everyday

And not suffocate him, with the adult in you

Let him dream

Let him fly

Let his dream take to the blue sky

Let him run

Let him fall

Let him hurt and take the call

Let him love and feel the pain

Let him go through it again

Let him live...on the wild side

Let him be a silly fool everyday

Allow him to laugh at you... time again

That is the secret of eternal youth..........my freind

Soft light or candle light, no noise, no distraction. Listen to this song and let your mind wander with the lyrics of this song.

And some day when I dance with you, it will be on this song….till then enjoy….

If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
Im your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
Ill examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
Im your man

Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast wont go to sleep
Ive been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or Id crawl to you baby
And Id fall at your feet
And Id howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And Id claw at your heart
And Id tear at your sheet
Id say please, please
Im your man

And if you ve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
Ill disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
Im your man

If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you

– Leonard Cohen

Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk – Anonymous

I love traveling. And the best part of any travel is the journey, especially by train. I enjoy seeing the many faces of ‘mankind’, the change in the landscape as you move from one region to another. More over a train journey is more relaxed where I get to stretch my legs, unlike in a flight where you sit cramped and are packed like sardines in a tin can. There is nothing to see other than the person next to you or the air hostess (I guess that’s why we have beautiful air hostess, so that people like me don’t get bored). I find most of the air passengers to be constipated and having an air of self importance. Any way that could be my negative interpretation of air travel. I guess I suffer from an ‘airplane block’.

In the train, I get time to think, reflect, day dream. Time to read a book as the countryside passes by. Get to see fights between passengers over ‘parking’ space for their luggage. I have always wondered why women passengers carry more luggage and the older they get the number of luggage pieces keeps increasing.

Before any journey I have always hoped that the person sitting next to me is a good looking lady. However, till date this wish of mine has never come true. Invariably the person next to me happens to be a guy or an irritating old man. It has also happened that once when I was traveling from Delhi to Jaipur, the coach was filled with girls, however, the seat next to mine remained empty throughout the journey. I guess that’s what luck is all about. You either have it or you don’t. I have a belief, that maybe God is saving me for the best and one day I will be granted of my wish, may be in abundance. So I wait and continue my affair with the train.

Any one out there want to take a ride with me :)

“You are a kingdom of conscious or nothing at all”

Its Diwali day today, 8.00 in the morning and I am on the train from Delhi to Dehradun. After nearly 20 years I will be spending this Diwali with my mother. The last and the only happy recollection of Diwali is when our family was together in Tezpur, Assam. I must have been 5 or 6 years old. I still remember the lights and fireworks.

One or two more Diwali’s followed, but there were under tensed conditions. It all ended when my parents decided to part ways. I must be 9 or 10 years old then. I was packed away to a boarding school and that ended my childhood. I matured very fast. There was no period of adolescence for me. It was a transition from childhood to manhood. Else, I would have never survived in a boarding school of all boys. Here any sign of emotional weakness or sensitivity would be considered a sign of feminine characteristic. This would result in endless harassment to the extent of sexual harassment in the toilet or dormitory. Here I understood what it meant to ‘hunt in packs’. How important it is to be associated in a ‘pack’. How one should never discuss personal lives. To mask your fears under a façade of aggression. These, I learnt very fast since the younger you are the lower you are in the ‘meat chain’.

Boarding schools either make a man out of you or break you. It did the former to me. But, in allowing it to do so, I lost my childhood. A childhood which I miss so much. I guess it is because I associate childhood to a happy family, where you have your mother and father around you. Where you go out together as a family. When during parents teachers meeting both the parents would be there. During any occasions, be it festivals or parties, the child is accompanied by both the parents.

For me it was the reverse. I had to hide my ‘family’. For a child of separated parents was looked down upon. Laughed at, ridiculed at. People would go to the extent of saying nasty things about the parents. All these I had to face. And the worst would come from my relatives.  

Even today I get envious when I see a mother loving a child. I wonder how a child feels to be loved and hugged by the mother. This vacuum will remain till I die.

How I survived this ordeal is a long story. What I learnt is more important. The most important quality which I ‘earned’ out of this emotional turbulent experience was compassion towards others.  

What has happened is an experience. While most of us pray for wealth and prosperity this Diwali, I pray and hope that no child has to undergo the experience which I had to undergo.

As for me I still hunt for my lost childhood. I guess that’s why I am still a child at heart looking out for adventures. Waiting to explore the unexplored – like Indiana Jones. Or may be to fight for freedom and justice – like Sir William Wallace, the ‘Braveheart’.

Tonight as I light the diya’s in my mother’s house one wish of mine will come true…finally.

Those who love deeply never grow old: they may die old age, but they die young – A W Pinero

People ask me the secret of looking younger.  I often tell them about the hours I spend in the gym, my diet, the dance classes, etc. But, at the heart of all that is love. Yes, I am in love again!! Only, this time the person I have decided to love is me!!

Yep, I know, some people may consider me to be a conceited, pompous, person. I don’t blame them at all especially when some of my so called ‘friends’ or rather acquaintances have commented that I am exhibiting all the signs of a Gay person! I have chosen not to respond or react to their views. It is pointless to argue and present your views to people who lack the sensitivity to understand another human being.

I am happy to be in love with myself. Why? Because, it has brought about a sense of calmness in my emotionally turbulent life. I have learnt to understand myself better. This helps me to be open to change and to empathies with the views of other people. I have stopped being judgmental of people. I listen to them, take their feedback and consider the relevant points.

Being in love with myself has made me patient with people. Today I rather be sitting at the back row and observing, then to be at the center stage trying to attract attention. It has given me the confidence to take on strangers and difficult situations.

That does not mean that I don not miss my loved ones or the love of those people who have stopped loving me. On the contrary I still do, however now I enjoy and cherish the small things or moment which I had totally ignored previously. I enjoy what I have today instead of cribbing about what was there yesterday. Today I have the confidence to break into a small gig at the gym, work place, book store. I care a damn what people think. I feel happy doing it.

I don’t need to get drunk, hit the pub every weekend to de-stress and feel happy. On the contrary it is more stressing since the next day you feel completely drained out and most often you spend the entire of the next day trying to get over the hangover, forget about feeling fresh and relaxed !! I don’t need that to love myself.

Being in love with me has brought out the kid in me.  I am happy to get attention and to give attention. I have love inside me, to give.  I have stopped getting bothered about what people think or say about me. I love to try something new, be adventurous, and be naughty. Today I don’t think about the problems, I tackle them when it comes and brush it off when it goes. I am on the move again.

Hey, anybody there wants to dance with me…. J

Once upon a time in a village in India , a man announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10.
      
        The villagers seeing there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.
        The man bought thousands at $10, but, as the supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their efforts. The man further announced that he would now b uy at $20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.
      
        Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to $25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!
      
        The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now act as buyer, on his behalf.
      
        In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers: 'Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at $35 and when he returns from the city, you can sell them back to him for $50.'
      
        The villagers squeezed together their savings and bought all the monkeys.
      
        Then they never saw the man or his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere!  Welcome to WALL STREET or WALL-E

A time will come when I will be free

No pain, no tears

No regrets

No fear of losing you

When I will have no sad thoughts

No broken promises to hear

Never will I have to see your fake smiles

Nor will I pine for your love

Or hope to hear your voice again

Walking free from all shadows of doubts

Your empty words and shallow thought would have disappeared

No past burdens to hold on too

And I will be free

Fly far away in the endless blue sky

Till then

I lie chained to the pain

My freedom denied

Locked in the dungeons of despair

Hoping to see the blue sky again…

KINDERGARTEN BOY  To get to the other side.

PLATO  For the greater good.

ARISTOTLE  It is the nature of chickens to cross roads.

KARL MARX  It was a historical inevitability.

TIMOTHY LEARY  Because that's the only trip the establishment would
let it take.

SADDAM HUSSEIN  This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were
quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK  To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

HIPPOCRATES  Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.  I envision a world where all chickens will be
free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

MOSES  And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the
chicken, 'Thou shalt cross the road.' And the chicken crossed the
road, and there was much rejoicing.

RICHARD M. NIXON  The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the
chicken did NOT cross the road.

MACHIAVELLI  The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares
why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.

BILL GATES  The newly released Chicken 2003, will not only cross
roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance
your checkbook.

DARWIN  Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally
selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross
roads.

EINSTEIN  Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved
beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference and
relativity.

GEORGE BUSH  We are committed to establishing a democracy where
chickens freely cross roads without oppression from terrorist
organizations.

AZHARUDDINJ  I am totally innocent, you know, I'm unnecessarily being
dragged into this, you know, because I'm from the minority..... I
neither know the chicken nor the road, you know....

GEORGE FFERNANDES  I am deeply hurt that this question is being asked
after my 40 clean years of public life. I don't own a house, or a car,
leave alone a chicken !!!

MULAYUM  I demand a 50% reservation of the road for the chicken class,
so that they can cross the road freely without their motives being
questioned

ARJUN SINGH  Our policy will ensure the development of socially
underprivileged chickens so that they can also cross roads.

ABDULl KALAM  Yes, why did the chickens cross the road? .. please tell
me why? .. they crossed to go to the other side of the road... now
repeat after me ....

ADVANI  I see Pakistani hand in this ...

VATAL NAGRAJ  No Tamil or outside chickens will be allowed to cross
our roads, our roads are meant only for Kanadiga chickens!.

BALTHACKERY  Chickens crossing the roads is against our culture, my
followers will stone all such chickens which cross the road.

JAYALALITHA  From reliable sources I've got the information that the
chicken belongs to Karunanidhi. He is making his chicken cross the
road to create law & order problems. The chicken has now been
imprisoned under POTA.

AMITABH BACHAN  The chicken has crossed the road?.. are you sure..
very sure ... really sure...

VENKIAH NAIDU  'We are very sure of the fact that the chicken did not
cross the road. It's a conspiracy by the Congress. The poor chicken
has been made a scapegoat in this whole issue'

H.S.SURJEET  We are adopting a wait and watch policy. We have convened
a meeting of the third front today. We will decide the future course
of action after the chicken comes back.

MANEKA GANDHI  Chicken crossed the road alone...!! If a vehicle had
passed over it, we would have lost one of our dearest creatures. Ban
all vehicles from using the road. Protect our chickens...

SALMAN KHAN  I ran over the chicken (Hic!). It was not intentional
...... It was accidental (Hic!)... ... you're now asking this question
to me only because I'm a celebrity(Hic!)

Can you imagine !!

An older, white haired man walked into a jewelry store one Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side. He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. 

The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000 ring and showed it to him. 

The old man said, "I don´t think you understand, I want something very special."

At that statement, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. "Here´s a stunning ring at only $40,000", the jeweler said. 

The young lady´s eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. 

The old man seeing this said, "We´ll take it." 

The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the old man stated, by check. "I know you need to make sure my check is good, so I´ll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I´ll pick the ring up Monday afternoon," he said.

Monday morning, a very teed-off jeweler phoned the old man. "There´s no money in that account.”

"I know", said the old man, "but can you imagine the weekend I had?" 

With due apologies to all…

Kashmiri
One Kashmiri = carpet salesman.
Two Kashmiris = carpet factory.
Three Kashmiris = terrorist outfit.
Four Kashmiris = shoot-at-sight order.

Tamil-Brahmin
One Tam-Brahm = priest at the Vardarajaperumal temple.
Two Tam-Brahms = Maths tuition class.
Three Tam-Brahms = Queue outside the U..S consulate at 4 a.m.
Four Tam-Brahms = Thyagaraja music festival in Santa Clara

Mallu
One Mallu = coconut stall.
Two Mallus = a boat race.
Three Mallus = Gulf job racket.
Four Mallus = oil slick.

UP Bhaiyya
One UP bhaiyya = a milkman..
Two UP bhaiyyas = halwai shop.
Three UP bhaiyyas = a fist-fight in the UP assembly.
Four UP bhaiyyas = mosque-destruction squad.

Gujju
One Gujju = share-broker in a Bombay train.
Two Gujjus = rummy game in a Bombay train.
Three Gujjus = Bombay 's noisiest restaurant.
Four Gujjus = stock market scam.

Andhraite
One Andhraite = chili farmer.
Two Andhraites = software company in New Jersey ..
Three Andhraites = Naxalite outfit.
Four Andhraites = song-and-dance number in a Telugu movie.

Mumbaikar
One Mumbaikar = footpath vada-pav stall.
Two Mumbaikars= film studio.
Three Mumbaikars = slum.
Four Mumbaikars = The number of people standing on your foot in the
train at rush hour.

Sindhi
One Sindhi = currency racket.
Two Sindhis = papad factory.
Three Sindhis = duplicate goods shop in Ulhasnagar ..
Four Sindhis = Hong Kong Retail Traders Association. .

Marwari
One Marwari = The neighbourhood foodstuffs adulterator.
Two Marwaris = 50% of Calcutta
Three Marwaris = Finish off all Gujaratis & Sindhis.
Four Marwaris = Threaten the Jews as a community.

Haryanvi
One Haryanavi = tube light.
Two Haryanavis = agriculture.
Three Haryannavis = Lathi squad.
Four Haryanavis = actually just one was enough..

Last but the best

Kannadiga
One kannadiga = devegowda
Two kannadigas = devegowda with his son Kumarswamy
Three kannadigas = rivals of devegowda family
Four Kannadigas = total no of kannadigas in bengaluru

Bihari
One Bihari = Laloo Prasad Yadav ..
Two Biharis = booth-capturing squad.
Three Biharis = train capture.
Four Biharis = caste riots
Five Biharis = entire literate population of Patna ...

Bengali
One Bengali = poet.
Two Bengalis = a film society.
Three Bengalis = political party.
Four Bengalis = two political parties.
More than four Bengalis = Countrywide agitation to bring Ganguli into Team.

Punjabi
One Punjabi =100 kg hulk named Pinky.
Two Punjabis = Pinky with his bigger brother Twinky.
Three Punjabis = assault on the McAloo Tikkis at the local McDonalds
Four Punjabis = combined IQ equal to one.

Sorry, no Coorgis or Parsis......too small to make an impact..start breeding.....