Who Am I???

I have ten heads,

But I am not Ravana,

I have ten thinking hats,

But I cannot think

 Ω Ω Ω

I go wherever you take me,

No questions asked,

I don’t seek for destination,

I don’t check the path

 Ω Ω Ω

They say its eyes which,

Remember the treaded path,

But it’s lesser known fact,

That only I keep the track

 Ω Ω Ω

Dragged most of the times,

Ignored by most of the lot,

But the most important part,

If you are a globe trotter

 Ω Ω Ω

I eat most of the dust,

Not that I am complaining,

But keep me clean, otherwise,

You’ll find your body ailing

 Ω Ω Ω

The more you keep using me,

The more your body will be fit,

I am that oil in the machine,

Which you should always have in kit

 Ω Ω Ω

I hope you have figured,

Who I am, by now,

And if you have guessed,

Drop a comment now…

 Ω Ω Ω

PS: *Ravana – Indian Mythological King of Sri Lanka who kidnapped Seeta, wife of Lord Rama.

Day And Life…

Every day brings,

A morning,

An afternoon,

An evening

And a night

 ♥ ♥ ♥

With every morning,

Comes delicate sunshine,

Slowly making you ready,

To the rough and hot sun rays,

Those are to follow

 ♥ ♥ ♥

An afternoon slowly,

Takes you on roller coaster,

Making you jump and tumble,

With excitements and shocks,

Giving you the right mix

 ♥ ♥ ♥

An evening brings to you,

Setting Sun and soothing hues in sky,

Making your mind retrospect the day,

Do balancing of debit and credit,

And figure what went wrong

 ♥ ♥ ♥

And a night is the crux,

Makes you forget the tears,

Brings some smile on your face,

Relaxes the flexed muscles and,

Prepares your mind for dreams

 ♥ ♥ ♥

Doesn’t our life run on same path?

All the fun and enjoyment in early life,

Responsible, beating and learning adulthood,

Retrospective and experience rich old age,

And death that prepares you for next life.

♥ ♥ ♥

We Are Immigrants…

We are all immigrants who,

live on alien thoughts,

of what others endorse,

leaving behind our Own

>-< >-< >-<

We always find it fascinating,

things others get indulged in,

just for the sake of,

fitting in the social scene

>-< >-< >-<

Or else we feel rejected,

by the so called socialites,

in fact they do reject,

on grounds of social inequality

>-< >-< >-<

But I refuse to bend,

to such social pressure,

I like to live my life,

as a citizen and not immigrant.

>-< >-< >-<

Veg Guava… (Recipe)

This is very simple and yet yummy vegetable one can prepare. Besides that it gets prepared quickly, hence a time saver too. Those who have not at all tasted this vegetable should try and taste it.

Ingredients:

1. 2 Medium sized Guavas. (The Guava should be neither too raw nor too ripe. The quantity depends on how much you want to serve. 2 Guavas are sufficient for one person)
2. Salt (according to your taste)
3. Turmeric Powder (Just to give yellowish tinge to the veggie)
4. Red Chili powder – 2 tb spoons
5. Oil – 3 -4 tb spoons
6. Onions (If required)

Procedure:

1. Heat oil in the pan. Give tadka with finely chopped onions.
2. Then add red chili powder, turmeric powder and salt according to your taste.
3. Then add chopped guava in the tadka and keep stirring it for 2-3 minutes till the mixture is homogenous.
4. There is no need to adding water as that will change the taste of vegetable completely.
5. Now cover the pan and keep it heating on slow flame for 5 minutes
6. If you like you can add finely chopped onions as toppings. Otherwise plain vegetable also tastes well.
7. And the vegetable is ready to serve.

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Lost…

I am lost amidst the crowd,

So homogenous that no one notices,

Black in the night,

Golden in the morning,

And Incognito the whole day

 >< >< ><

I feel like a pamphlet,

Lying on the roadside,

Waiting to get attention,

Trying to get the dust off,

Somehow holding the ink

 >< >< ><

My availability, mistaken,

My attention, taken for granted,

My requirements, ignored,

My views, judged and

My absence, desired.

 >< >< ><

I am that beat on the drum,

Which got subdued in bass,

That horn of a scooter,

Which drained in truck’s honk

Present but still absent.

>< >< ><

Tragedies, Human and God…

Remember last time you said “Why this pain?”

Yea, sounds like you thought about this just some time before, right?

We have this knack of questioning God’s existence. Accepted that you can’t prove his existence, but then you can’t deny it too. Also, man has this habit of writing off all the credit of his success to his name and all the failures to God’s.

Some question, why there is pain if God is there. And I smile at their childish question. Well is it like if God is there your life is supposed to be all fairy tales? Let me ask you a corollary to it. If God is not there, then why isn’t your life complete hell then? Isn’t your life a balance of beauty and hell? Don’t you get happy moments along with those sad ones?

I have one rational theory behind the tragedies or pain that befalls on us.

Tragedies bring people together, who otherwise wouldn’t have come together.

Consider various live examples in front of us. There have been numerous tragedies in Mumbai (or Bombay, whatever you call it). And you see people flocking in and pooling their efforts to save the victims of the tragedy.

Many a times I have seen it on Twitter, when it rains in Mumbai and roads are water logged, people tweet saying “I am travelling by so and so road. If anyone wants a ride home, hop in”.

Hadn’t it been for tragedy, would you have considered tweeting that? Would you ask someone, besides your friends, to hop in while on way home?

It’s another thing that soon after the meet, we forget about the person who helped you and whom you helped. That was an opportunity to be a human being to another human, and you lose it by not keeping in contact.

Coming back to the point, what I mean is, pain or tragedy comes in our life intermittently just for reminding us that your life cannot be all hunky dory all the time. You lose someone close to you, to learn how to live a life independently. Yea, this is a harsh way to teach things to us, but then that’s the way it is handled.

Because we don’t listen to a lecture if it is free of cost. But when we pay for it, we try to grab every word spoken by the orator.

And as far as God’s reference in this post is concerned, I strongly believe in God. Not the way a priest might believe in, but in more rational way. His presence has simply been brought into existence because we wanted some point, whereto we could stare and find the calmness we want in those anxious moments.

And the pain you suffer is bound to be that way. You are bound to suffer because of your deeds. God neither bring the pain to your life nor does he take it away from your life.