I am returning to this space after 2 years and past 242 posts .It doesn't mean that I have lost my itch for writing. I have always loved scribbling words that give voice to the way I look at a situation, or to the way I feel about anything on the ground and under the sky. . My view may or may not matter to the rest. However for me it remains a mark of my own creativity. My creativity is more about visualizing things that seldom see the light of the day. Some call this “Daydreaming” . I don't mind if people call me a “wandering mind.” Neither I am bothered about the stigma called “laziness” attached to it. I see it as a tonic that energizes me to think beyond the realm of possibility For instance no matter how much ever I would have chased my dreams of becoming a corporate tycoon I would never have been one simply because I would then lose the privilege and intimacy of being around with familiar and friendly faces sipping beer in crowded bar. I don't like the idea of sweating out chasing my dream I simply like to live my dreams inside the comforts of my imaginations”. My pursuit of wealth is “happiness” . I enjoy every moment of happiness that surprises me. The happiness that surprise me the most is when my wife wakes me up in the morning with a tumbler of hot filter coffee. I call this the thrill of being alive and kicking !!
With 'Sare Jahan Se Achcha' and 'Abide with Me'the Soul-stirring martial tunes and solemn drum beats at the majestic Raisina Hills the "Beating the Retreat" ceremony marked the conclusion of the week long ceremonial functions of India celebrating her 62nd year of Republic.As the illumination lit up the edifices of Imperial India..my thought reached out to that day into the history of independence that finally dropped the curtain on a life called "Gandhi"...the man whose experiment with truth may not have jelled with today but his name has truly become the brand that remain most misused & manipulated both in trade & politics.As I key-in these lines I can read out the conversation that would have transpired between the "soul of Nation" (SON) and "Mahatma Gandhi"(Bapu)....Read on what I read..... SON: Bapu it's me,are you sleeping....? BAPU: How can you ask that...don't you know this day in the year 1948..I was gu...

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