New Year is here.I have to post this post.
So here we go
HAPPY NEW YEAR !
:D
PS: just change the from Trevor to from Rohan !
31 December 2008
An it all comes to an end.
New Year is here.I have to post this post.
So here we go
HAPPY NEW YEAR !
:D
PS: just change the from Trevor to from Rohan !
31 October 2008
Desire.
To the Guitarist,
He looked into the mirror. He could see the guilt in his eyes. He washed his hands, hoping that like all criminals his guilt will too be reduced. He used soap and washed his face, perhaps moving a step further. He wasn’t at fault. He was driven away by desire. Desire that made him mad, crazy, fulfilling for a while and ashamed forever.
*
To the Professor,He looked at her. She was extremely pretty from outside and inside.
“Hi Bitch how are you?” he asked her
“Hi Ass, I am fine. How was your exam?” she asked.
“Like all other exams, thek tha..”
“Ya. You are off to cloud nine with glory and I’ll barely pass.”
“It’s okay! Handling a Geisha business and studying is not so easy!” he mocked.
“Right. If you can run a kotha and manage to top your class, I have a lot to learn” she replied playing away.
He couldn’t resist. He was in the desire web. He caught her by the waist and bent a little. The position resembled exactly that which comes in movies. It was perfect, it was magical and so surreal.
“Abbey iska answer kya hain” said Arjun.
He came back to life. She was still looking pretty, prettier than she looked in his imagination. The geek was standing admiring his Helen of Troy. If only he was a little less smarty pants and more sexy shorts, it could have worked. He was still caught in the net of desire. The desire to be all that he wanted to be……
*
To Rose,
I see it out there.
I want it very badly
It will come to me.
I see it out there.
I want it very badly
It will come to me.
*
The dedications are special in their own way. All interpretations are welcome. The correct answer won't win any prize!
;)
;)
8 August 2008
08.08.08
Since this date would return after a long time...I thought of making it memorable...
So here is a weird empty post....
I'll fill it when I write next...maybe after my exams....
Wish me luck for that matter... :D
Goodbye for now..!
Regards,
Rohan
(ChotaShakespeare)
So here is a weird empty post....
I'll fill it when I write next...maybe after my exams....
Wish me luck for that matter... :D
Goodbye for now..!
Regards,
Rohan
(ChotaShakespeare)
7 August 2008
Untitled
I stared at the numbers. I was unable to comprehend their meaning and how they were computed. Accountancy is a logical subject with only two broad components Debit or Credit. My tutor went on and on to explain the class what was going on and I kept sitting there blankly. That was largely because of two reasons, my two nostrils kept draining mucus and nosy (Indianized version of mucus) and also that I didn’t posses a napkin. I looked left and then right, no one was looking at me, not even my partner. Sir turned his back to the class and wrote on the board. The moment was perfect. I squeezed my nose, collected the mucus and rubbed it off on my pants. Relief and disgust. I hate my nose, my life and the horrid Air conditioner that was making matters worse.
Thankfully the class got over. One and a half hours of complete pain and suffering. The world conspires to trouble me. I got out of the tuition center and looked around. It was all messy and humid. It had rained heavily and it was still drizzling. I went towards the main road repeating in my mind how I hated to study so much; how some weird test was coming near; how my Sunday was going to get ruined finishing some exercise from some hefty math book. I looked around. Everyone was smiling and happy. They were armed with heavy cash and equipped with shopping bags. If only I was rich and influential, life would be so easy.
I went to the Auto Stand to hail one so that I could return home. I spoke to the driver.
“Model Town”
“Pain-tees rupiye” he replied. (Thirty-Five rupees)
“Pachis thek hain bhaiya. Rooz tution aata jaata hoon” (Twenty-five is fine. I come for tuition everyday.)
He shook his head. Bad luck is stuck to me, I thought. I kept walking drenching myself in the rain that had begun to intensify. Why does this always happen to me? Why me? I continued in the endless search for an ideal auto. I was now at the red light. I had by now stopped three drivers, but all in vain. Finally I ran across to the other side of the road and asked another one. The same questions repeated.
“Chaliye.” (Let’s go) said the Generous auto driver. Finally my ass got some rest. The benches of the tuition center aren’t very great you see.
“I was looking at these shops. My daughter’s birthday is on the 12th. I was wondering what to gift her,” said the auto-wallah (auto-owner).
Oh Crap! When all the things are starting to look good, something spoils everything. Talkative drivers- a complete pet peeve. Why cant they just do their job and be done away with it? Why do they have to share their views, opinions and ideas with a complete stranger? Firstly I am slightly hard of hearing, secondly there is so much noise in the auto and finally I don’t care to listen to what they are speaking and comprehend and reply accordingly. Since I heard him, I had to reply.
“Ok.”
The signal changed. Thank God. Now he would keep quiet.
“So in what college are you in?” asked the gossip king.
“ I am in 12th,” I replied disinteresting-ly.
“Acha. So what stream do you have?” he asked.
What does he know about streams?
“I have commerce.”
“Ok. Good Good. But nowadays the science people are in demand. They earn handsomely.”
“Ya. But you have to study a lot and besides I didn’t ever get science,” I tried to defend the commerce community and my choice.
“Maybe.”
He then went on to narrate an incident, which involved dropping a science student for an entrance exam in heavy rains like these. I didn’t get most of it so I omit writing it here. Let’s narrate the good part.
“Okay,” I said after he said something.
“You should have taken science. People like you should become doctors,” he said.
“Aisa Kyun?” I asked why so?
“You would look nice as a doctor. You are so handsome and beautiful. Smart people like you end up as fantastic doctors. You are definitely of the likes of a doctor.”
I burst out laughing. I had never heard such a thing. He started laughing too. The laughter subsided but the effect lasted long.
“So what do you plan to do after college?” he asked curiously.
“I’ll study at DU,” I told him.
“You’ll have to study a lot.” God this guy knows a lot.
We were just about to reach my home and he said, “I just paid my Auto installment.” He took out a yellow paper and I saw it from my seat.
In my lane there is a huge banner of Sri Sai Baba. Who put it up I don’t know but it was regarding some event organized in his name. Seeing it he said, “There is increasing belief in Sai Baba these days. At an event, I saw a hallucination that I saw him. I told a friend of mine and he said that it was fantastic that I had seen Sri Sai Baba.” Sakshat Darshan- meeting the God.
I smiled. He couldn’t see it but I guess he knew I was. I told him to stop in front of my house. I paid him and said Thanks. He thanked me as well.
This was one of my best auto rides. I can’t believe I would be so engrossed in a conversation and then transform it into a blog entry as well. But I guess that since so many people are part of our lives and we of so many, that even a small meeting can bring a great effect. If I am not mistaken, differentiation is all about this only.
As I was entering home, I was smiling a lot, more than usual. But as I said, I hate my life and among good things come bad ones; a negative thought crossed my mind. Did the driver trick me into all this, that in my happiness I would give him extra money? Did he try to fool me? I might sound insecure, but I don’t know. I brushed that thought away. I am now of the view that my life is horrible but it has it’s own “great smile” moments. Doesn’t everyone’s life have these? What am I fussing about?
25 July 2008
With or Without You
Heya..
I wrote the following story for a competition organized by theviewspaper
I did not win but they appreciated my work and posted my entry on their website. Thanks Viewspaper. The following is the link to my story.
With or Without You
I wrote the following story for a competition organized by theviewspaper
I did not win but they appreciated my work and posted my entry on their website. Thanks Viewspaper. The following is the link to my story.
With or Without You
31 March 2008
It's Never Too Late
The world is filled with sayings and phrases that are oft quoted but less understood. “Be the change”, “Love one and all”, “Have Faith” and “Honesty is the best policy” are some of them. I reflected on many of these and discovered that one particular quote encompassed all of them-“It’s never too late.”
Time is one strange philosophical and scientific concept. If it is true for event A, it becomes false for event B. Ideas of time cannot be put rigidly and require a great deal of flexibility. The fact that time once lost cannot be regained and certain damage already done cannot be mended is the main crux of the concept of time and ethics. However, there are some virtues for which time travel is not required to undo what is wrong. For them, time is not important-it is the realization that matters.
To begin with, lets focus on Love. One big misunderstood idea. Love is anything that gives you happiness; that which brings a smile to your face; that which speaks in the silence of two mute beings.[1] Not only is it never too late to love, but also to be loved. To appreciate the one who loves you, and confess to the one whom you love. Love is different from possession. Possession is mere addiction. Confessing doesn’t give you your love; it allows you to flow in the river unburdened. It’s never too late to dedicate one’s life to love.[2]
From the web of love sometimes originate lies. Lies to cover up things that we fear to share; that we think would defame us; that which are hidden behind our disguised intentions.[3] However, it’s never too late to reveal your true self. To confess your lies and lighten up the lamp of truth. Economically speaking, Lies may provide immediate satisfaction but lack long-term reward. Truth allows you to be that divine tree which stands tall on the cliff of the world, fluttering with the wind of mortality. It’s never too late to experiment your life with truth.[4]
In the tide of time, one always dreams of the future, of how they would look in the fourth dimension. Looks of their career, their dream, their aspirations and their lifestyle. It’s important to understand that these bits and pieces of a wool gatherer can be real. They are dreamt to be achieved and not to be lost in the practicality of wakefulness. What you want to be is what you will be. The Secret of The Alchemist lies nowhere but in you. [5] It’s never too late to ask the magical mirror of the self, how to be the most good-looking among all.[6]
The most important of them all is the power of leasing your energy to achieve what has been unfinished, to complete what is left undone and to be the above. You need to act to do anything in life. But this one involves more caution. Love can die, Dreams can fade and lies can be forgotten but your obligation towards others cannot be adjusted. It requires your dedication and strength, not when the damage is done but to prevent any damage. The option of never being late doesn’t arrive when death is at the doorstep. Let it never be late when you are a person of leadership.
Let us all do something of the above-big or small, in our lives, so that we can beat the Ferrari with the Horse; and march with our head held high in the path of life.
After a billion footnotes thanking many, here’s text to the one who made this possible. Thanks Raghav for making me think over this, :) :)
[1] Modification of Kalyani Gandhi’s view of Love.[2] One life to love is a show on NDTV[3] Courtesy: Movie Naqab-disguised intentions.[4] My experiments with truth is the autobiography of M. K. Gandhi[5] The Secret and The Alchemist are two well-noted books, which tell you that what you dearly want is what you get.[6] Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Time is one strange philosophical and scientific concept. If it is true for event A, it becomes false for event B. Ideas of time cannot be put rigidly and require a great deal of flexibility. The fact that time once lost cannot be regained and certain damage already done cannot be mended is the main crux of the concept of time and ethics. However, there are some virtues for which time travel is not required to undo what is wrong. For them, time is not important-it is the realization that matters.
To begin with, lets focus on Love. One big misunderstood idea. Love is anything that gives you happiness; that which brings a smile to your face; that which speaks in the silence of two mute beings.[1] Not only is it never too late to love, but also to be loved. To appreciate the one who loves you, and confess to the one whom you love. Love is different from possession. Possession is mere addiction. Confessing doesn’t give you your love; it allows you to flow in the river unburdened. It’s never too late to dedicate one’s life to love.[2]
From the web of love sometimes originate lies. Lies to cover up things that we fear to share; that we think would defame us; that which are hidden behind our disguised intentions.[3] However, it’s never too late to reveal your true self. To confess your lies and lighten up the lamp of truth. Economically speaking, Lies may provide immediate satisfaction but lack long-term reward. Truth allows you to be that divine tree which stands tall on the cliff of the world, fluttering with the wind of mortality. It’s never too late to experiment your life with truth.[4]
In the tide of time, one always dreams of the future, of how they would look in the fourth dimension. Looks of their career, their dream, their aspirations and their lifestyle. It’s important to understand that these bits and pieces of a wool gatherer can be real. They are dreamt to be achieved and not to be lost in the practicality of wakefulness. What you want to be is what you will be. The Secret of The Alchemist lies nowhere but in you. [5] It’s never too late to ask the magical mirror of the self, how to be the most good-looking among all.[6]
The most important of them all is the power of leasing your energy to achieve what has been unfinished, to complete what is left undone and to be the above. You need to act to do anything in life. But this one involves more caution. Love can die, Dreams can fade and lies can be forgotten but your obligation towards others cannot be adjusted. It requires your dedication and strength, not when the damage is done but to prevent any damage. The option of never being late doesn’t arrive when death is at the doorstep. Let it never be late when you are a person of leadership.
Let us all do something of the above-big or small, in our lives, so that we can beat the Ferrari with the Horse; and march with our head held high in the path of life.
After a billion footnotes thanking many, here’s text to the one who made this possible. Thanks Raghav for making me think over this, :) :)
[1] Modification of Kalyani Gandhi’s view of Love.[2] One life to love is a show on NDTV[3] Courtesy: Movie Naqab-disguised intentions.[4] My experiments with truth is the autobiography of M. K. Gandhi[5] The Secret and The Alchemist are two well-noted books, which tell you that what you dearly want is what you get.[6] Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
8 February 2008
What Will Matter?
I came across this piece the other day..thanks to my english tecaher(Ma'am Virk-u're amazing)..and also to the writer-Michael Joesphson for penning it down in the first place...i hope you like it...
What Will Matter?
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity,compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew,but how many will feel a lasting loss when your gone.
What will matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered,by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
What Will Matter?
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter?How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity,compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew,but how many will feel a lasting loss when your gone.
What will matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered,by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.
26 January 2008
Would you like to be Bilawal Bhutto??
The first thoughts that came to my mind when I read the title were- Death & Responsibility. Bilawal Bhutto Zadari, a youth who is seen as the future of Pakistan, today is entrusted with great responsibility. He stands confused between the criticism he faces & also his due course of action. Bilawal is at a crossroad, which few are encountered with or in fact few want to get encountered with.
I tried to reach out to Bilawal’s state of mind. The gossip that surrounds his “cute” looks, the expectations that people have from him & the trust that he has been endowed in him, clearly leaves him in a state of bewilderment. The post on which he sits today may or may not be of his own choice, but seeing the larger picture, I feel this was to happen now or later. As Mr. Asif Zadari rightly said that politics in the sub continent has a dynastical element to it & people often have a relatively high degree of faith in the members of these families (Referring to Nehru-Gandhi & the Bhutto Family). Bilawal had to make this choice sometime & I believe he made it appropriately. If I were he, I would have done the same, but the question is- Do I want to be him?
I always thought of being a statesman or a leader of my nation. But after that thought, I got puzzled with the magnitude of my ambition. Was I ready dor what Bilawal might have to face as a politician? Was I ready for the righteous path that I had carved for myself? Was I ready to follow my dream at the risk of my life? The answers I found were in shades of grey. I could understand the trauma Bilawal was facing but failed to accept the same for myself.
Being in Bilawal’s position is a hard job, but that still doesn’t answer the initial question. I think- yes I want to be Bilawal. Not because of the power & position or because I want to impress the readers but due to the fact that it gives me the opportunity to serve the people, the ability to make the change I want see & the strength to drive a nation into a new horizon. All this may sound superficial or fake, but truth is often less understood.
But how is Bilawal going to go about it? What should be or would be or could be his strategy or for that matter mine if I were he?
I have a reservation with the choice of Bilawal’s to return to Oxford so soon. He is the Pakistan Political Party’s new face & therefore it was his endeavor to campaign for the upcoming elections. (I must add, campaigning does not mean going on the streets & giving the devils another chance to assassinate a Bhutto, but it is propagation of the cause of the party you are heading)
Out of the many challenges Bilawal has to face an important one is the lack of political experience. Bilawal might have theoretical knowledge of political sciences & international relations, but its practicality in the sub continent may vary. After a certain level of education & learning, Bilawal could return to Pakistan with new ideas of modernization & governance. Besides he is always in the guidance & support of the party elders & his own father.
A key obstruction in his path could be the widespread corruption in the governing system. Bilawal must (I use this verb because I feel he has no other choice) ensure that he keeps away from this social malaise/malice & retain his individuality. He may see corruption in his own party members & thus he must have the courage to tell them what is right. There is after all a difference between diplomacy & corruption.
Bilawal is often looked upon as the symbol of democracy in Pakistan. He is seen as the same messenger of public power as his mother. Amartya Sen rightly puts it that Democracy is not all about voting for your leaders, it is about public reasoning & discussion; about questioning government measures & policies. This by & large is going to be the toughest & the most important task of Bilawal’s future political career.
One of the key troublemakers in the entire revival & development process would be The Terrorist Groups. It has been long speculated that these organizations have found a place in Pakistan’s Governance. To completely eliminate them is a Herculean task. Terrorism as a social evil was not made in a day nor can it be ended in a day. Terrorism exists the minds of these individuals, which ultimately transforms into guns & arms. Fighting them is not a solution to the problem, only a defense. One cannot achieve a consensus with them but one can understand their demands, the reason for the demands & why they choose a radical way of achieving them. This perhaps will enable Bilawal to curb terrorism & make Pakistan more secure & less defamed.
The above-elaborated plan, if I may say so, seems to be a lot for a nineteen year old teenager. But the start has to be made sometime soon. It may take more than one lifetime to achieve all this, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Bilawal Bhutto Zadari has a lot to see & learn (and so do I) but the fact that he accepted the responsibility of leading the party & sometime later the country, inspires me a lot. I don’t have pity for him, but I have respect & wishes to give him.
It isn’t easy being a member of the governing system of a nation. It isn’t easy being a statesman or politician. It isn’t easy being a teenager & having dreams of leading the country.
On a lighter note,
It might be very difficult to be Bilawal Bhutto, but after writing this essay & thinking so much about my ambition & being in Bilawal’s shoes, I can say, it isn’t very easy being Rohan Chawla either.
I tried to reach out to Bilawal’s state of mind. The gossip that surrounds his “cute” looks, the expectations that people have from him & the trust that he has been endowed in him, clearly leaves him in a state of bewilderment. The post on which he sits today may or may not be of his own choice, but seeing the larger picture, I feel this was to happen now or later. As Mr. Asif Zadari rightly said that politics in the sub continent has a dynastical element to it & people often have a relatively high degree of faith in the members of these families (Referring to Nehru-Gandhi & the Bhutto Family). Bilawal had to make this choice sometime & I believe he made it appropriately. If I were he, I would have done the same, but the question is- Do I want to be him?
I always thought of being a statesman or a leader of my nation. But after that thought, I got puzzled with the magnitude of my ambition. Was I ready dor what Bilawal might have to face as a politician? Was I ready for the righteous path that I had carved for myself? Was I ready to follow my dream at the risk of my life? The answers I found were in shades of grey. I could understand the trauma Bilawal was facing but failed to accept the same for myself.
Being in Bilawal’s position is a hard job, but that still doesn’t answer the initial question. I think- yes I want to be Bilawal. Not because of the power & position or because I want to impress the readers but due to the fact that it gives me the opportunity to serve the people, the ability to make the change I want see & the strength to drive a nation into a new horizon. All this may sound superficial or fake, but truth is often less understood.
But how is Bilawal going to go about it? What should be or would be or could be his strategy or for that matter mine if I were he?
I have a reservation with the choice of Bilawal’s to return to Oxford so soon. He is the Pakistan Political Party’s new face & therefore it was his endeavor to campaign for the upcoming elections. (I must add, campaigning does not mean going on the streets & giving the devils another chance to assassinate a Bhutto, but it is propagation of the cause of the party you are heading)
Out of the many challenges Bilawal has to face an important one is the lack of political experience. Bilawal might have theoretical knowledge of political sciences & international relations, but its practicality in the sub continent may vary. After a certain level of education & learning, Bilawal could return to Pakistan with new ideas of modernization & governance. Besides he is always in the guidance & support of the party elders & his own father.
A key obstruction in his path could be the widespread corruption in the governing system. Bilawal must (I use this verb because I feel he has no other choice) ensure that he keeps away from this social malaise/malice & retain his individuality. He may see corruption in his own party members & thus he must have the courage to tell them what is right. There is after all a difference between diplomacy & corruption.
Bilawal is often looked upon as the symbol of democracy in Pakistan. He is seen as the same messenger of public power as his mother. Amartya Sen rightly puts it that Democracy is not all about voting for your leaders, it is about public reasoning & discussion; about questioning government measures & policies. This by & large is going to be the toughest & the most important task of Bilawal’s future political career.
One of the key troublemakers in the entire revival & development process would be The Terrorist Groups. It has been long speculated that these organizations have found a place in Pakistan’s Governance. To completely eliminate them is a Herculean task. Terrorism as a social evil was not made in a day nor can it be ended in a day. Terrorism exists the minds of these individuals, which ultimately transforms into guns & arms. Fighting them is not a solution to the problem, only a defense. One cannot achieve a consensus with them but one can understand their demands, the reason for the demands & why they choose a radical way of achieving them. This perhaps will enable Bilawal to curb terrorism & make Pakistan more secure & less defamed.
The above-elaborated plan, if I may say so, seems to be a lot for a nineteen year old teenager. But the start has to be made sometime soon. It may take more than one lifetime to achieve all this, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Bilawal Bhutto Zadari has a lot to see & learn (and so do I) but the fact that he accepted the responsibility of leading the party & sometime later the country, inspires me a lot. I don’t have pity for him, but I have respect & wishes to give him.
It isn’t easy being a member of the governing system of a nation. It isn’t easy being a statesman or politician. It isn’t easy being a teenager & having dreams of leading the country.
On a lighter note,
It might be very difficult to be Bilawal Bhutto, but after writing this essay & thinking so much about my ambition & being in Bilawal’s shoes, I can say, it isn’t very easy being Rohan Chawla either.
The Faces In The Bazaar
Walking in a crowded bazaar,
May not be anyone’s passion;
But these strange faces is what I love to see,
Who somewhat look like you & me.
You may be like the youth Raj,
Who is the qualified one of the lot;
Now flaunting his new bike,
Probably earned from his IAS bribe.
Or may be like Mrs. Nimi,
Who comes & cribs for every penny;
Scolding & talking always about her daughter in law,
All she knows is her demands & the other ones flaws.
You may resemble Mr. Xeno,
Who comes alone for mere bread,
His heart cries out miseries of old age,
His children treat him like an animal in a cage.
Your Daughter might look like this young girl,
Who carries in her right hand a doll,
Yelling on top of her voice,
For the requirement of a new ball.
You might wonder now who am I?
Me is the young prince in disguise
Who is waiting for that happy eye,
That can do magic just by the blink.
I look for it everyday
Hoping that it’ll be on its way.
If I ever get this happy man’s sign
I promise, I shall abandon my riches from that very time.
I hear, the happy one looks like any other face of the crowd,
He looks for happiness in him,
And not by fulfilling Worldly whims,
Like you & I do.
I say, the faces have failed to find,
The eternal happiness’s presence,
Which lies in Every Face Of The Crowd.
May not be anyone’s passion;
But these strange faces is what I love to see,
Who somewhat look like you & me.
You may be like the youth Raj,
Who is the qualified one of the lot;
Now flaunting his new bike,
Probably earned from his IAS bribe.
Or may be like Mrs. Nimi,
Who comes & cribs for every penny;
Scolding & talking always about her daughter in law,
All she knows is her demands & the other ones flaws.
You may resemble Mr. Xeno,
Who comes alone for mere bread,
His heart cries out miseries of old age,
His children treat him like an animal in a cage.
Your Daughter might look like this young girl,
Who carries in her right hand a doll,
Yelling on top of her voice,
For the requirement of a new ball.
You might wonder now who am I?
Me is the young prince in disguise
Who is waiting for that happy eye,
That can do magic just by the blink.
I look for it everyday
Hoping that it’ll be on its way.
If I ever get this happy man’s sign
I promise, I shall abandon my riches from that very time.
I hear, the happy one looks like any other face of the crowd,
He looks for happiness in him,
And not by fulfilling Worldly whims,
Like you & I do.
I say, the faces have failed to find,
The eternal happiness’s presence,
Which lies in Every Face Of The Crowd.
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