The Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine.


Happiness (:


Once a group of 500 people were attending a seminar. Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each person a balloon. Each person was then asked to write their name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
The people were then let into that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written on it within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.

At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Then, the speaker asked each person to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.

The speaker then began, “This is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.

Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness. And this is the purpose of human life…the pursuit of happiness.”


Pain this strong and deep that I can’t even breathe,
It makes a hole in my heart that I can feel every time.
Why does it hurt so much that I don’t even want to live,
Why does it feel this bad when things were good a moment ago.

Love gives you happiness but it can give you big scars,
Love can heal you at times but it can damage your heart.
I am not sure whether I would like to fall in love again or not,
As its one thing that can give you pain more than any other thing in the world.

How can I experience love without pain,
Or shall I learn that pain is another name for love.
How do I resolve this mystery of love,
So that I can love but do not fall in love.

I am a happy soul wandering around this world,
I am not sure if this pain is for me really.
But then we say that happiness and pain are different sides of the same coin,
How can I still feel the emotions and not get absorbed really.

Writing here making my heart a little lighter I feel,
Sharing the pain making me feel a little bit alive again.
I just feel sometimes that life is too short to experience the stress,
But then another times I can’t avoid it at any cost and it makes me insane. 😥 😦


This struggle within that makes me shout aloud,

This war zone within that makes me tired and injured.

The pursuit of happiness takes me far away somewhere,

The curiosity to know it all makes me go everywhere.

The struggle to find the answers of deep hidden questions,

No matter how much I laugh but seriousness takes over sometimes.

No matter how much I ignore but this life’s mystery get me curious,

I want to know what is life and what is it all about, is it too much to ask?

May be yes as everyone finds it hard to answer such questions once in their life,

May be not as we might not have explored the areas within ourselves.

I used to think that I would do anything to find the answers that will give me peace,

But sometimes time is all you need and time can resolves things in itself.

And try to find the answers of my questions.

But the very next moment another question crossed my mind – is there any one answer to any of these questions?

How would I know that this is the right answer?

How would I know that this is the only answer?

How would I know that this is the right question?

How would I know what is right and what is wrong at the end?

So now the mind is even more tired than ever and it is about to give up,

Poor heart is overwhelmed seeing the mind so defeated.

That’s when the soul gets connected to universe and search for answers,

That’s when one gets the answers to all the questions through that powerful universe around.

Why was it that simple to find when already put so much effort into it?

Because one needs to feel the pain to find the answers just the way one wants to live this life.

Just the curiosity is not enough but one needs to prove the worthiness to those answers,

One should be at last ready to receive after crying out loud for help in the universe.

All Smiles


Ah the innocence of a child, a smile or two of joy, simplicity but so much fun….One day, maybe life will become simple and not so complicated and expensive so all the children of the world can enjoy, not just the corporations exploiting the minds of our children!

She Did Not Look Back

“Hello Sir,” she said.
In the suddenness of the moment, I did not recognize her.
But then she gave me her vivacious smile, her eyes danced, and I knew who she was.
She had been one of my brightest students – but then that was quite some time ago.
“Of course I recognize you,” I said, “How can I ever forget one of my best students? But meeting you here was so unexpected that I was confused for a moment; and you’ve grown up so much, and I too am getting old, you know.”
“No, Sir, you still look handsome, and as young as ever. I am sure all the girls still have a crush on you, like we did!” she said naughtily.
I almost blushed, so to change the subject, I asked her, “What you doing here at the airport?”
“I’m going to New York,” she said, “my flight is delayed so I am just killing time.”
“My flight to Singapore is delayed too,” I said.
“Singapore?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m going for a conference,” I said.
“Oh,” she said.
For some moments no one spoke.
To break the silence, I said, “Let’s go to the coffee shop. We can sit and talk over there till our flights are announced.”
As we walked to the airport coffee shop, I thought of the girl walking beside me.
She had abruptly left our school three years ago, after completing her 9th Standard.
When we teachers expressed our surprise, the Principal of our school told us that her parents wanted to shift her to an elite boarding school, faraway in the hills.
We told the Principal that she was a brilliant scholar, one of our best students, who had the potential to top the 10th Board Exams, and she would surely bring laurels to our school by adorning the merit list. 
We also argued that, even from her point of view, it was not prudent to change her school and shift her just one year before the matriculation board examination.
But the Principal told us that he had discussed all this with her parents, but they were adamant.
So, the bright young girl left our school and went away to the elite boarding school at the distant hill station.
I did not see her again, or even hear of her, after she left our school.
“Sir, do you know why I had to suddenly leave school?” she asked, as we sat down for coffee.
“No,” I said, “in fact, we were quite surprised at your unexpected sudden departure.”
“My parents were getting divorced and they did not want me around, so they sent me away to the boarding school,” she said, nonchalantly, without batting an eyelid.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “that’s sad.”
“Yes,” she said, “it was really sad. They never asked me. They just decided to divorce on their own. I felt terrible. I did not like it at all. It was amicable divorce by mutual consent – but no one took my consent. Why is it that in divorce cases, no one bothers about the children’s consent?”
I did not answer. 
Because I did not know the answer.
I remained silent and looked at the girl.
Though I had met her parents once or twice perfunctorily at school functions, I did not know her parents that well. 
In fact, I do remember most of my students, but I hardly remember their parents.
I sipped my coffee and did not say anything, waiting for her to speak.
“I just don’t know why they split,” she said, “we seemed to be such a happy family together.”
“They must have had their reasons,” I said.
“Well, I think I know at least one reason now,” she said.
I just looked at her, waiting for her to continue speaking.
“Do you know what my father did the moment the divorce was through?”
“What?” I asked.
“My dad got married to a woman half his age.”
“Half his age?” I asked, quite incredulous.
“Yes. The female was his student.”
“You know that my father is a Professor, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
The girl looked at me with bitterness on her face and said, “Yes. That girl was his student. She was doing her Ph. D. under him. The wily female snatched him away from us. And it was his fault too – a married man with a family getting involved with a woman so much younger in age than him.  It was terrible – a teacher and a student shamelessly getting married to each other. Just imagine how embarrassing it must have been for me and my mother.”
“Yes,” I said, trying to show empathy.
“And do you know what my mother did?”
“Three months later, she too got married to a jerk from her office,” she said, “I hate him – he’s such a crafty smooth-talking fake.”
She paused for a moment and said, “And can you imagine his audacity?”
“This so-called step-father of mine – one day he politely told me that ‘they’ wanted more privacy so could I please go and stay with my own Dad for a while?”
“Don’t tell me…!”
“Yes. And you won’t believe this – my mother just kept quiet and said nothing.”
“So I packed my bags and went over to my father’s place, but it was even worse over there.”
“Even worse?”
“Though she did not say so in so many words, my ‘step-mother’ made it quite clear that I was not very welcome – she kept giving me repulsive vibes of fake politeness, you know those terrible negative vibes – I could feel them every moment.”
“That’s sad.”
“So I spent the next two years of junior college, my 11th and 12th, shuttling between my two parents like an unwanted badminton shuttle-cock,” she said.
“It must have been terrible,” I commiserated.
“Yes. It was really very painful for me, so I made a deal,” she said.
“A deal?”
“I told both my parents that I wanted to go abroad to America for my studies and wanted them to jointly pay for it – I told them they must fund my entire studies and my stay abroad,” she said.
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
She paused for a moment, had a sip of coffee, and then she said, “you know, all of them were so delighted to hear this. My Dad used his academic connections and went out of the way to get me admission to the best university. No one wants me here. So everyone, my very own mother, and even my so-called ‘step parents’, they are all chipping in to finance my education abroad for as long as I want to study. They all are so happy to get me out of the way.”
“Oh, so that’s why you are going abroad to America?”
“Yes. I am running away. To a new life,” she said.
Suddenly, her flight was announced, and she got up to leave.
“Thanks for the coffee, Sir,” she said, “it was so nice meeting you.”
“I am sure we will meet again when you come back,” I said.
“I am not coming back, Sir. There is nothing left here for me to come back to. I am leaving behind the debris of my past over here and I am moving on to begin a new life over there – and I am not going to look back,” she said.
“All the Best. Take Care,” I said.
“You too, Sir, Take Care,” she said.
Then she turned and walked away.
I watched her for a long time, till she disappeared from sight. 
I thought she would look back. 
I thought she would wave a last good bye. 
But she did not look back.
Maybe she did not want to look back at the world from which she had escaped forever.♥