The Magical hand...

6. The Magical hand...

Its been a long time since I wrote one in this series and this would be a good one to resume with!!

This part of my life dates back to classes 6 and 7 (somewhere around 1995 or 96)... they were definitely great years and had a lot of happenings like my academic downfall, my extra-curricular rise to supremacy, my new team-mates, my new classmates and many more...

This one is definitely going to stand out. I hope you will enjoy this.

Like any other day school had ended at 1.40pm and Vijay, Upendra, Ramu and myself were among the first ones to run out of the compound wall and we ran towards the ice-cream vendor. He used to sell cones at prices starting 50np. The most interesting he had was the wheel (like the roulette wheel in casinos) attached to his vehicle. This wheel had 1s all over with two 2s and a 3 distributed randomly. With every cone we buy we get to turn the wheel once and if our luck favors us we might get 1 or 2 extra cones.

I was among the first few to turn it and as any one would guessed it it was a 1. As each of us took turns, there was a 2 in between and I found it was Vijju who got it. It was just a beginning!

As days passed by Vijju just got more and more lucky, if he laid his hand on the wheel it was a sure shot multiple!! Day after day for almost two years Vijju kept using his magical hand to put a 'treat' everyday after school. Every one was looking for him after school and even if he had just missed on any occasion he would fool the vendor by pushing the wheel again into the spot. It was all great fun then and we just liked it.

The magical hand never seemed to rest and even today it is being put into good use. But whenever I think of that vendor, I feel sorry for him... was it his bad luck ?? You know businesses can go wrong because of various reasons and what you have seen here is just another example... do MBAs help you face these? Lets wait for an answer from "the Golden Hand" himself!!

--buddi
1617
25 - 08 - 2008

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

A never ending expanse of water,
caught in between hills of forest green
the horizon missing on every side
the clouds waiting to bless

No human greed to be seen
I am here, it was a splendid moment
all things, all worries seemed to have lost -
their importance, but it wasn't to be so

I wish you were here
this was a place to be
I remember - you asked for it

Every second memories flooding my mind
enjoying every moment of it
I let myself loose
unbounded thoughts, my heart taking giant leaps

Now, I want someone to share with
I wish you were here
you are the one so dear
with whom I can share anything

I miss you now
I wish you were here...
its going to be a long wait
until I meet you

--buddi
1244
07 - 07 - 2008


The picture doesn't really fall into the class of "paintings". But I would like to call it one. Exceptions can be made for me...

A book is weeping

Photo courtesy: Internet

A book is weeping

A book once went into the hands of a 'beautiful' person and returned unhealthy... The person thoroughly enjoyed the book and the book enjoyed the reader's interest but where did it go wrong? Why does the book have to suffer and why do I have to write here...

There are lots of issues which do irritate me. May be I am out of my mind most of the times. May be I just blow things out of proportion but I believe I still have a point. I have been questioned a lot about my affiliation/inclination/affection towards books and for all those I never really had an answer.

What I have here is just another "typical Praveen's article", so I decide where to stop writing and you decide where to stop reading.

I still remember the wonderful guide of Bombay my father bought when he had been there (that was may be in the 1980s). Full of wonderful B&W photographs of all the interesting places in the city. But in my second or third class I cut the book into pieces for those photographs for my scrap book. Only later did I realize that I was never going to get that book back. I think I was right and thats what pains me today. Every mark we make on a book or every page we tear is just permanent and no supreme power / technology can undo it.

Right from the moment a book goes off from my hand I just pray it returns back with the smile still on. But every time I feel weaker and let down. Whatever is there in the book is still as important as earlier then how could something be allowed to degrade with the reading. At least I wouldn't accept it.

There is an unavoidable wear and tear with usage but to what extent is it acceptable? Am I being foolish all over? The questions still remain unanswered. I would like to draw this to an end saying -

Books are knowledge. Books are treasures. Books are my love. Books are for generations to see. And the book is still weeping!!

--buddi
0359
23 - 08 - 2008

Its my life...

Its my life

Its my life you are talking about
Its my life...

just don't mind,
just don't bother,
just don't pester
Its my life you are talking about
Its my life

Just yesterday I was there
just today I am here
not everyday
not very far... I will be who I am

Its my life you are talking about

You could never see me
you could never listen to me
you could never talk to me
for all that you did all this time
was just a subliming part
I was never the real one

countless hearts that made me
countless dreams that keep me happy
countless goals that keep me alive
countless... just countless
Thats my life

Look around, have you ever talked to me?
be ONE in everyone's life

--buddi
0043
03 - 06 - 2008

Long after you are gone...

Finally I have decided to break my silence!!

Not with the one I would have liked to but with my best so far...




Long after you are gone

Long after you are gone
I think I can see you around
lots to talk and share
but it would never happen

Long after you are gone
I think those smiles will still be with me
lots to listen to
but it would never happen

Long after you are gone
on a breezy winter night
with the lights still on
I think I will still feel you around

But I was sleeping for long
for one thing I failed to realize -
Long after you are gone
I wouldn't be there for so long

--buddi
1125
09 - 06 - 2008

Things just don't end here, lots is there to follow. I am back here... FREE from obligations and promises. I am FREE now and will live to be FREE. Who cares about what you think, who cares about where you go... at least I don't care. All I need to follow is my heart and the journey has begun now!!