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Wild yellow flowers adorn the Negev desert in the latter half of winter, signaling the onset of summer. Olives will grow under the clear blue sky for some time. On my way to the department, I always pass through an orchard of olive trees to my right. I briefly stand beside them, soaking in theContinue reading “Olive Trees”

“Never forget that in the thickets, there are flowers.”                                    Basho I stand before a grand entrance, only to be barred from entering. Every time, the sentinels give me a reason. I work on it and return only toContinue reading “A hope.”

There is something odd about odd years. How do you wake up in the morning and go on? How do you tell yourself that it is alright and that wins and losses are part of the game? How? In a four-year cycle, a cricket world cup looms and brings hopes and possibilities, e.g., 2011. OtherContinue reading “Odd Years and Cricket.”

Many things wither out and fall in the face of time. For that matter, none stand in its front. What carries over once this human body perishes is an endless debate. But many bonds flourish as long as they exist and are sustained by the five forces governing this earth. Their influence ranges beyond theContinue reading “An ode to Friendship.”

To triumph? What does it mean? We always have heard stories about the victorious. Not to say that they are not necessary. But how does one measure such a thing? It cannot merely be just being on the right side of the outcome? Somewhere around 1800, Ludwig Van Beethoven started to lose his hearing capabilities.Continue reading “What is Triumph?”

Numerous paths surge all around me,everything in perpetual ecstatic motion,and I wonder;How easy it would have been to press on!Had there been just one course of action!Had everything else been stationary! To start is easy;Is it not?But, to see the sojourn to its cusp?Mettle stretched and wearied,inflicts a grinding halt.In that ephemeral jiff,intervening desolation andContinue reading “Final Summit”

The voice is weary, afraid of the truth As the veils rescind, I stand forlorn; Bled open by my own. Surrounded by the world; Yet, I run into desolation In the moments of freedom, I am chained by bondage tirelessly. The voice is weary; there shall be no song tonight. Among the ruinous stars, IContinue reading “The Voice Renewed”

Didn’t have the slightest desire,No promises made,yet,it stood stubborn on my path,At that moment,death seemed to have eclipsed life. Quietus is momentary,only a split second of its command.A lifetime echoes in eternity.I lived to my heart’s fullness,Whither shall I from within,I do not fear the plunge,when I am ordained to return. O lifeless death!Now thatContinue reading “Deathless Courage”

It has been thousands of years since that day. Lord Rama and his vast army stood before the mighty Indian Ocean, water as far as the eye could see. Pressed against time, they must be in Lanka (present-day Sri Lanka) to fight a righteous war against the evil Lankan king, Ravana. याचना नहीं, अब रणContinue reading “‘Ram Setu’”

Imagine being a tiny seed. First, in order to gain consciousness, you have to be thrust deep into the bosom of Mother Earth. And when life touches you with its grace, there has to be a hustle for survival; for water, nutrients, and sunlight. ”Behind mountains are more mountains”. We are all seeds planted inContinue reading “Acceptance”