The Much Awaited Moment

I recently saw and immediately fell in love with the new "Your Moment is Waiting" Add for Kerala Tourism. Parallely, I read lots of criticism against this add most of which expressed concern about how the add did not depict the essence of kerala, especially in terms of enough greenery, backwaters and beaches.

However, what I felt was that the add depicted all these elements and more in a very surreal, dream like, mystery filled and interesting manner

This is the day of the intelligent and aware traveller. Anyone planning a trip these days wouldn't just pick up a picture book, see pretty pictures and select randomly. People consult travel agents, do thorough studies on the Internet and basically know exactly what there is to be seen and explored, while visiting a new destination. Also, today's travellers are more often than not young, stressed out executives looking for some fun, relaxation, family time and most importantly needing soul searching and trying to find themselves. Assuming KT had this target population in mind while shooting this add, I believe the travels and experiences of the young female protagonist depicted here, hits these right spots.

It intrigues, piques ones curiosity and leaves the viewer with a sense of awe and mystery.

What I liked most about this add is what I think also got the most criticism - the absence of the obvious and apparent. Instead of an "on your face" picture-book depiction of a kathakali face, an elephant ride, a house boat ride in the backwaters, a beach with lots of coconut palms and so forth, the video has laid more focus on the fresh and the different. These same aspects have also been dealt with a much more subtle and mystic hand making it all feel like an untouched, unexplored paradise waiting to be explored by You, the viewer. Instead of making kerala look like the picture book and us, the viewer looking at it from outside, the video has stressed on actually getting in and experiencing "Your Moment".
In its own subtle manner, the add actually does depict kathakali - though as being performed by an unadorned artist in a typical kerala house discovered by the protagonist while exploring narrow, unobtrusive country lanes;
It gives a feel of the ayurveda in the starting shots with a beautiful beach on the background, transporting one literally to paradise;
It takes one through the scenic, serene backwaters - not on a house boat but shown as the protagonist rowing a narrow boat on a journey to find oneself and discovering;
It touches on other art forms like the thaiyyams in a manner that makes one want to know and share the secrets too;
And finally it depicts the strength, serenity and calmness of the elephant in its final shots.

I request all those that didn't see these elements, to take a look again with an open mind and a different eye...I am sure you shall be as touched by the magic in it as I was...

That was a longish way to say "I loved it" and it makes me proud. Kudos to Kerala Tourism and the add developers for the imagination and guts to come up with something so different and fresh.

Dreams and Meanings

So here we are, S and I, living in this small little small-town, while P is off studying in an institution where they "don't believe in holidays". On the one hand I desperately want to go and live in Pune so our little family is complete while on the other hand that shall mean having to leave little Sid alone with a stranger while I go to work.

I am also worried if and when I go back to work, will I land myself back at something worthwhile after such a long break.

A few days back I also had a heart warming conversation with an estranged very dear friend that took me back to the the immense hurt these lies, blames and questioning of my loyalty had caused me. 

And, while I struggle with these emotions and inner conflicts, I have a terrifying nightmare that our black dog (a very loving and friendly Lab) bit me rather viciously on my leg, barking, growling and snarling all the time! And then we had to give him away...

Disconnect? Of course there is. Except, since I have all the time in the world, I decided to google 'dream black dog' and google threw at me the following interpretations ...

To see a dog in your dream, symbolizes intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. The dream suggests that your strong values and good intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and bring you success. The dream dog may also represent someone in your life who exhibits these qualities. Alternatively, to see a dog in your dream, indicates a skill that you may have ignored or forgotten. (This part is just the introduction, read ahead)

• If the dog is vicious and/or growling, then it indicates some inner conflict within yourself. It may also indicate betrayal and untrustworthiness.
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• If the dog is dead or dying, then it means a loss of a good friend or a deterioration of  a relationship.
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  To dream that a dog bites you on the leg, suggests that you have to balance certain aspects of your life. You may be hesitant in approaching a new situation or have no desire to move forward with your goals.
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  Alternatively, it symbolizes disloyalty.
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  If the dog is barking ferociously, then it represents your habit of making demands on people and controlling situations around you. Are you "barking" too many orders? Alternatively, it could also indicate unfriendly companions.
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  To dream that you give or send your dog away, indicates that the decisions and choices you are making now may be misinterpreted as disloyalty. You have to do what is right for you and not worry about what others think of the decision. Alternatively, it signifies rejection of friendship.
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  To see a black colored dog in your dream, symbolizes the shadow aspect of a friend. The dark side of someone close to you is being revealed and you are able to see through to their true intentions.

Also consider the notions associated with the word dog, such as loyalty ("man's best friend") and to be "treated like a dog".

Considering the facts mentioned in the beginning and that I am not very pleased with my situation, have been feeling let down and ordered around by certain someone recently, I have now become a new fan of dream interpretations and am sure to go on doing some more research on it.

The burden of a Cross, Red Cross or "God's"?

Ok, I am not a very relegious person. I have nothing for or against any relegion in this world and this article is not meant to insult the sensitivities of any particular relegion/faith. It is merely a description of events that unfolded over the last 24 hours and the judgements and conclusion is left for the reader to make.I am still showing the sensitivity to maintain the names of the individuals involved and the organisation anonymous (and I dont know why im being so nice!!!)

Our protagonist is a Senior doctor who worked in a christian management hospital in Trivandrum City for the last 2.5 years. Ohh let me mention, a Senior "Hindu" doctor. When he joined this organisation there were 4 other specialists of his kind in that dept. Over 2 yrs this no. dwindled down to just him and another christian doc. Now, our protagonist in this story built up quiet a booming practice for himself over these years owing to certain reasons like: his rates being much lower than the other doc, he being in the hospital 7 days a week unlike the 3 days put in by the other doc, and his dedication and profeciency definitely not being the least of the reasons.

The last 3-4 months his income (and thereby the hospital's as well) was steadily increasing to the discomfort of this other christian doctor.

Suddenly yesterday, the father (Of the church kinds) calls this Hindu doc to his room to inform him that the Bishop's house has recognised a replacement (not surprisingly another christian doctor) and asked him to leave the hospital. Over the congratulatory atmosphere where this doc had done so well for the Hospital and himself, there is no need to mention the shock this came up as. On being enquired regarding the reason behind the termination, the Father mentioned that the Bishop's house recieved a couple of complaints regarding the doc's work but was not very explanatory regarding the nature of the complaint. Now the increasing numbers, the patient's behaviour, the feedback provided by each patient leaving the hospitals have all been to this day contradictory to this statement and shows that the episode is just stuff and nonsense.

Then this Hindu Doc mentioned that since there were 4 people in this dept when he joined is there a concern if a 3rd doc joined now and he still continued, to which he was told that he may definitely continue coming to the hosp in the evenings, but mornings have to be dedicated to the other 2.
I would like your comments and judgements on this article and am ending this with the following few observations/questions:

1. If the doc's conduct was so bad there were complaints, the normal step would be to mention the incident and asked for explanations, especially given that he had done so well. Yes/No?
2. Under normal circumstances the complaint would be provided to the hospital managment and not the Bishop under whom there are so many organisations. And how manyt laymen like you and me would go beyond the mngmt of the institution upto the Bishop's house? Definitely, shows the hand of somenone insecure and with enough influence. Yes/No?
3. If the doctor was truly not good, doesn't explain his increasing popularity, record breaking cases the hospital was getting the last few months under him, the return of all his patient with relatives/other needs, satisfactory feedback forms and fall of patients for the other doc.Yes/ No?
4. In case this doc was truly bad why ask him to continue working in the hospital in the evenings, only making place for the new doc in the mornings?
5. When there were eventually 5 people in this dept. why the sudden concern against placing even 3. Whom is this "Bishop's House/Church": trying to protect and ensure gets all the money coming in from the popularity the hospital gained under the other doctor?
6. What are the chances that the other doc has been already identified, is a chritstian and is being recommended straight by this busy man, the "Bishop" who Im sure has more on his hands than to check the status/erformance of each individual?again brought to notice by someone else insecure and influential?
7. Last but not the least, if this is the situation of the doctor's in the hospital, what guarantee that the patient's will not be biased against and treated based on their relegion?

Since this is clear case of discomfort against a person of another relegion doing unexpectedly well in a christian management run hospital, and hence an effort to ensure all that money only goes to another of their God's son and no one else, I'd like to quote someone  who said "religious believers commit ultimate blasphemy by thinking they need to protect their gods rather than their gods protecting them."

My 2009...Bye 2009

Been trying to get this article comleted since the 31st, but somehow never got the right words to express this very happening year!

 It is the beginning of a new year (yet again), and hence, that time of the year when most of us get into a retrospective frame of mind combined with an eager and hopeful eye towards a happy and prosperous 'New Year'. Today, in retrospection of the year that just went by, I realised it was one of those which turned a lot of things in my life completely around and hence could not be allowed to pass by unmentioned...

With its share of laughter and tears, of new dreams and plans made and broken, achievements and losses and many many (too many) lessons, here is a final looking back to 2009...

 The Year of the Most Difficult People: Last year had me dealing with a bunch of the most difficult and tiresome people I have ever had to deal with in the previous 25 years of my life all put together. (Kindly note: difficult and tiresome are the nicest things I have said about these people). The most important contributors were:

* My immediate boss ( I loved my job and firm till I met this abominable character!)

* My last client (I never liked singaporeans much before, but this did it! forgive me for the generalisation.)

* Some extremely difficult people to "work with" as my team (kindly note the quotes)

The most ruffian bunch of contractors I have had to deal with ever. And, the icing on the cake -all these came together in one single project - that shook the living daylights out of my "I am crazy about my job" attitude...

The Year of Fear and Heartache: Yeah, thanks to the 'global recession' and subsequent down cutting, I lived through the entire year expecting, at any moment, to be called into my boss's cabin at and being asked to leave - for ever. The fact that this man had the habit of calling us (individually) for the most useless (2-3 hour long) "update me on your project so I can update my bosses" discussions, only added to constant tremors and chills at regular intervals...This is the time of the year (thanks to difficult people and horrible situations) I spent simultaneously not liking my job and still not wanting to be thrown out.

* There was the heartache of hearing a lot of names that had been suddenly called into such meeting rooms and informed not to come back to work from the next day.
* There was the heartache of realizing and exeriencing a lot of things that I was blissfully unaware off while working earlier, that made me sadly turn from 'crazed about my job' to 'oh, this is such a pain'.
* There was also the heartache of knowing that on many occassions I was being played like a puppet and had no options but to walk or allowed to be played.

The Year of Tears and Embarassement: It has always been the one thing I HATE doing in front of other people (I NEVER allow others to see me cry); but the fears, heartaches, stress, helplessness and desperation (all related to my much 'loved' job) saw me shed a tear too many in front of some people that I am embarassed to think back about now. Makes me wish I had left before I did that...

The Year of the Fun Trips: The last year was one peppered with many many memorable and fun visits from friends and relatives staying over at our little home. With them we experienced some wonderful long drives to and even more wonderful stays at Bangalore, Mahabaliuram, Pondychery, Trivandrum, Resorts at ECR exloring temples, palaces dams, arks, boating and what not. The year was full of lovely meetings with old friends and amazing trips. These memories shall last forever...and hopefully so shall the friendships...

The Year of Humungous Changes: There have been so many Major changes that came about in 2009 that it has been a complete roller coster ride:

* One of the first big change was my heart finally taking over my brain (or was it the other way round? Im still not sure) and deciding that after 3 years I really didn't deserve the treatment I recieved and hence deciding to leave my job. 
* Then there were the huge plans and steps taken towards starting a new venture, which were later deemed not feasible and dropped...a lot of studies, discussions, drives, plans and finally all get dropped...Change and more change...
* Then came the big bang news that changed all other plans (of finding a new job that I had been interviewed and selected for in chennai and so on) - the confirmation of a step towards another supreme job, motherhood...
* Then, even as we were fretting over my managing in Chennai at home in this stage while Pradeep worked long hours, came an even bigger announcement of his having landed a job and shifting to trivandrum
* The final big change was ofcourse, shifting base from Chennai to Trivandrum, getting used to living at home, expecting, sitting idle and all other adjustments that came with living at home....

The Year of Realization, Shocks and Acceptance of People: 2009 has been big on lessons (mainly regarding people):

* It taught me that the people we are closest to, shall still "always" put themselves before us and are actually very different to what we might havethought of them to be forever in our life.
* Once I came upon the many things "not to like" about these people, was shocked at my own blindness all these years, fretted over the 'adjustments' one had to make owing to ones situations, eventually, I learned that patience, acceptance and tolerance were the only tools that would make relations last and be stress free...(and mind you these are strong blood ties I am talking about).
* It was also an year that taught me to make new friends or contact old friends with absoluteley no expectations of long lasting friendships. This year with many people who came and went through it, taught me that friendships mostly meant "to be there when needed" and hope that you shall be remembered forever...

I sign out from this year with a lot of lessons learnt,

And many a happy moments earned.

With a Heavy heart for the many goodbyes

But also with new hopes and dreams shining bright in my eyes.....

I enter 2010, wiser with many lessons learnt from tough experiences; tougher for the difficult situations and people (those I decided to leave for good and those I learnt to love despite everything), somehow hardened with many realizations and shocks but still happier and full of Hope for the expected and the unforeseen...

Heres Wishing you all a slightly belated but a very Magical 2010....

Experiences...Beyond Explanation

Many a times have I found myself in a situation where I try to explain certain experiences or just some regular aspects of my life, expecting people to know exactly what I am talking about and nod in agreement, just to realize that I seem to be making no sense whatsoever. The whole aspect is completely lost on those who haven't 'been there and done that'. There used to be a time that I would get very worked up if I failed to explain their importance and advantages. But, over the years I have learned to accept that these same things can seem to be absolutely irrelevant to others, in fact a majority of the others. But, I still wish everyone could experience these at least once and know what they have been missing out in their lives (acceptance is relative...*smiles).Well, to each his own...

So today, I decided I should make a list of some of these irreplaceable, indispensable, the most routine and yet the most precious aspects of my life...

1. Just the other day, I'd been sitting among friends-coffee, conversation et. al, and a couple of us

started talking about pets. I for one have grown up among pet dogs from when I was about 7 and can't imagine life any other way. I can't imagine coming back home not being greeted like the king of the world amidst tail wagging, jumping, whining and licking!

I can't imagine not being loved as unconditionally as that, no expectations, no responsibilities, no grudges and hurt. 'Just be around and I'l love you starry eyed for ever'. Who in today's world love's anyone at all like that? Not in any human relationships for sure...

I can't imagine missing out on the companionship and closeness of the warmth near your feet, the paw on your lap, the occasional wet licks and just the happy presence.

Also, as a kid, dealing with these lovely friends who cant speak, express or understand (but still seem to do just that), taught me patience, understanding, compassion and empathy ...Our home has never felt emptier when one of these furry darlings have not been around. Life with a Pet Dog definitely Tops my charts for the best experiences in the world, but one that you need to experience to understand. :)

2. Coming up a close second would be losing myself amidst the pages of a good book...Whether it is after a hard days work, right before hitting the bed or if its on days like today when I have little else to occupy myself with, nothing can give me more fulfillment and peace than to allow myself to travel the world through the words of a good writer, to meet and know new characters, to feel what they feel, to experience the adventures and emotions and get transported to a new time and place at the turn of each page.I can't start to explain to those who haven't or don't enjoy the experience, but I agree with all my heart with the person who said that"Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how toread a book".

3. Some time back, Pradeep and I did a 14-16 hr Chennai Trivandrum road trip. In fact, it wasn't even our first. But the reactions from most of our friends and well wishers when they heard about it were different variations of "are you out of your mind", "what where you two thinking", "why in the world would you do something so unnecessary" and so forth...all delivered with raised eyebrows and incredulous looks. Well, what can one say? The adventure, the thrill, the excitement of stopping at new places, to eat and freshen up, asking for directions, looking for road signs, the music playing, and the togetherness in that small space with no tv, cooking, cleaning, work-calls or anything else to bother you can not be equaled by many other experiences...

Whats more, even this one is a second nature to me thanks to being from a very adventurous family in the matter of long trips. On various occasions, when I was somewhere between 3 years and 9 years old, my parents, our huge Labrador retriever and I have all pooled into our tiny Maruti 800 for 3-4 days road trips from Delhi to kerala and Back, Jabalpur to Kerala and so on and so forth every time my dad would get transferred to a new place. And guess the main purpose of not taking a train? Well, just that trains had horrible facilities to take care of the canine member of our family. (Back to my point 1)*smiles. And this was back in mid to late eighties when the roads were bad, there was no inhabitance for miles n miles, no facilitites like road signs and mobile phones and you wouldnt see another vehicle for hours together, no restaurants and hotels peppering roadsides, we stopped at dhabas for our meals.

Even as I write this I can imagine the eyes of many of the people reading this article, widening in shock and disbelief, and thoughts similar to ones quoted above running through your minds. But guess what, the lessons, joys, adventures, the adjustments, the closeness and the spirit of such an experience is something one will treasure the whole of their life...

4. Since this has gone long enough already, I'l end the article with this last one, and that is my life

as an army kid. Now typically, army kids in our country have been described as " (defense) brats", "spoilt", "over confident" etc on the one hand and "overly disciplined" and so forth on the other. Well, whatever the descriptions, the process of growing up as a 'defense kid' can second none.

Since its practically impossible to compare and list out all the differences and meaning of the process called "growing up' as a defense kid without starting a new article, I'm just going to try and mention a few of the important aspects:

Let's see:

• being exposed to the importance of ranks, seniors and subordinates, orders, discipline, adherence to strict uniforms and so on very very early in life, consciously or sub-consciously.
• Attending parties, knowing the difference between formal dress code functions and casual get - togethers, learning to wish everyone as soon as you meet
• Importance of taking up some kind of sports when you see all the adults around you do the same,
• Regular picnics, shopping at the canteen, dinners at the Mess, being able to run around the whole cant. relatively unsupervised just because of the safety of being inside the area knowing everyone knows whose son/daughter you are,
• knowing almost ALL of your neighbours - playing with the kids, visiting them, eating over, sleep overs and so on. and this could be never ending.
• But most important to me was the adjustments that came with moving around once every 2-3 years, making new friends in a jiffy, accepting new people and places and settling in without any fuss, getting used to new ways and patterns without complaints, keeping in touch with old friends through letters trying to keep a track of when they have shifted cities, all of which teaches a kid of that age important traits of "adjustment", "acceptance", "compromises", "mingling with others", "meeting, talking and making new friends" and so on......

Well, when I started writing this article, it was meant to be just a list, but as i kept on, it occured to me that each of these experiences are only mean the most precious to me (along with being the most difficult for me to describe the importance of to others), but have also shaped me into the person I am today. Each and every single one of them has taught me something new and instilled in me some quality or the other, good or bad(*wink)...and I am very thankful for these and other experiences that I have been able to experience in this short life of mine and for everything they have given me.

(And once again, I wish everyone would try these at least once in their lives before judging us mad *smiles...)

Silenced By Silence

Somehow I have not been able to put into words the many thoughts, emotions and events that seem to be occurring around me all these days, while I seem to be floating through my life enveloped in a misty hazy cloud.

These past few days, I have not even been able to analyze or comprehend

anything that I have been hearing or seeing or even thinking. Every time I open my blog page attempting to write down a thought or event, I merely end up on a read quest. I managed to increase my list of 'blogs to follow' and have been reading away and envying the ease with which all the others have been able to understand and express right from their souls. But even this journey into other's hearts has failed to enable me to sort out my thoughts and put them on this blank white screen.

I have been pondering the many topics that have crept into the space in my head - from world affairs, to books Iv been reading, to the movies iv been seeing, to conversations Iv been having and most importantly, the silence surrounding most of my days, as thats when my thoughts speak to me the best. But, somehow I haven't gotten the drive or the inspiration to go beyond a few words on anything, leaving a trail of drafts in my posts list.

What I fear the most is letting this new, drawn out silence to encompass every aspect of self expression known to me, leaving me with only enough strength for absorbing feelings of complete strangers.

I wonder if I'm drifting further away from this unexpected, unnerving present that I am in, and losing myself in the strange silent abyss...

Or maybe, its just 'one of those days'.... spreading out over more days each time....till later

Unknown, Undefined...Fondly Remembered

One of the Books I had read in the recent past was Brida by Paulo Coelho, the story of a young girl's efforts to find her true calling and more importantly to unite with her soul mate. Though the book was not one of my best reads by any stretch, the author's vivid imagination and description, especially with regards to the existence of, search for and identification of one's soul mate left me with a lasting impression. An impression, which - along with a recent unexpected closeness, many conversations and now an expected yet sudden silence from someone - has me thinking... wondering.....

I don't consider myself a die hard romantic; neither am I a skeptic who strongly disputes the existence of anything I have not seen or experienced. I have not really given a thought to the existence of "soul mates" in more than a generic we-get-along -surprisingly - well OR our-wavelengths match-better-than-others kind of a way.

However, for a few weeks now, I have been wondering about how, among the hundreds of thousands of people we come across in our lives, it is just a few handful who leave a permanent mark in our heart and take a special place. No, I am not talking about the people we are destined to be born among - not our parents or siblings or the innumerable relatives. Not even our spouse or friends. But instead, those others with whom our paths cross in the long walk of life, maybe its called destiny.It may be someone we meet on a journey, in a party, at school or college, or even someone we may have met online while chatting - a complete stranger, developing a bond, a relationship that has no name, no definition. A chance meeting, a wonderful conversation, sometimes even a hope for a lasting friendship, sometimes knowing that we may never meet again......

Why does life ensure that we come across these people for such short durations and still remember them for ever?

Why have I felt so comfortable with someone, that in just one meeting, just an online conversation, I have been able to trust them with all my thoughts and secrets, been able to share my feelings?

Why has the connection been so strong and so quick that we seemed to understand all that was said, and even unsaid, found joy in discussing the most insignificant to the most important, feeling content and happy in this sharing, all the time knowing that we may never meet or even speak again?

Is this what is called destiny? Is this a kind of soul to soul connection that we keep renewed over various lives?

Is it some higher calling to teach me a new lesson or pass some message, to add a new shade to life, derived from that one meeting?

In fact, thinking back over some people who have come and gone, and some who have still remained in touch, I feel

I have learned the most in life from these strange nameless, undefined relationships. Among all the people surrounding me, who have claims on my time and attention, among relatives and friends whom I talk to and spend time with most part of the day, I still find myself wondering at times about those few, that I came across by mere chance, have spoken to a handful of times and now find myself dreaming, wondering if destiny shall ever cross our paths again...if we shall ever again speak...if I am even remembered the same way as I remember them...

As my life goes on on one side, these thoughts, these conversations seem to take up a parallel life, a different time from the one I live in, not part of this present but still a part...they feel surreal, like a soft breeze, a dream...

I wonder if such a comfort, the ease stems from the very fact that no compulsions or commitments are involved in these chance encounters. No expectations and responsibilities that come with all other defined, named and accepted relationships. Like the incident in my life right at this instance, people are free to walk away, travel places, not be obliged to leave as much as an offline 'hi', not make me feel as if I'm obliged to ask after their travels, and we go on to live the rest of our lives without any ties, guilt or hurt. All there is, is a surreal connection, a joy of having met, a hope of being remembered, a knowledge of the existence of a soul somewhere in this world that touched my soul and knows my presence. As described by Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist, in just missing each other we remain connected at some level and our hearts send and receive signals beyond normal modes of human comprehension. Or as maybe understood from 'Many Lives, Many Masters' (Dr. Brian Weiss), the people who come into our lives are a bunch of souls that have strongly connected in one life, and who keep coming together and crossing paths over further lives, thus sometimes forming close relations and ties and sometimes such unexpected quick connections that go beyond our comprehension.

I would like to once again emphasize that I am neither a believer nor a skeptic in matters relating to the spiritual, especially aspects of life, death, after life, souls etc...and this discussion is not about the existence or non existence of reincarnations and supernatural connections. Instead, it is just this recent unexpected presence followed by the expected absence, that made me sit back and wonder why I connected, understood, was best understood by and why I still remember some people and hold them special. Just the unknown regarding if I will ever speak with them again makes me touch upon all these subjects that have subconsciously stayed in memory from the time I have read these books.

So when I think of these people, who unknown to them, have become special to me in a world that exists apart from my more real world, I wonder if we are souls that have connected in other times, in other lives. If the surprising and quick closeness and trust are just a continuation of a stronger bond from some very very distance past. I wonder if my heart sends signals to theirs especially on a lonely rainy evening, just as it receive these signals in the form of these thoughts and memories, if we shall meet again in this life or if the souls shall bridge over further lives? If there is ever a definition to these relationships, to these feelings or is it the undefined that make them divine...

"Sunn rahi hoon sudh budh khokey, mein koi kahani

Poori kahaani hai kya, kisey hai pata....

Mein tho kisi ki hokey, yeh bhi na jaani

Ruth hai yeh do pal ki ab rahegi sada..

Jo barsey sapney boond boond, Nainon ko Moond Moond

Kaisey Mein Chaloo, Dekh na sakoo, Anjaan raastey"

Lines Borrowed from the song Iktara, Wake Up Sid.