Thursday, August 14, 2008


Freedom from fear is the freedom
I claim for you my motherland!
Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,
breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoning
call of the future;
Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewith
you fasten yourself in night's stillness,"
-- Tagore

“It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realised, somehow, through the screaming of my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it’s all you’ve got, that freedom is an universe of possibility. And the choice you make between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.”
-- Shantaram

"Papa, does freedom mean that we can do whatever we feel like?"
-- Samar (Age - 7)

" If freedom means corruption,yes, we are free
If freedom means that thousands of children sleep hungry and naked,yes, we are free

If 15th August means that we're all locked up in our homes because the country is on high alert, are we really free or merely 'independent'? - a statement written in some corner of our constitution

Is freedom just a metaphorical Statement which sees itself being translated into flying kites on our rooftops?"
-- Samar (Age - 18)

Inspired(Stolen) from a conversation between two MIAC members...

my life needs you like a heart needs a beat
my life needs you like a dessert needs rain
i miss you like a baby misses his blanket

my life needs you like an icecream (vanilla) needs chocolate toppings
my life needs you like a dal needs a tadka
like music needs a tune
like a skeleton needs bones

like namita needs bollywood!!!!
like kareena needs food

"If it were more random than this, we would have been Micheal Jackson"

Sounds of silence

I saw two mute people fighting today. By god, it was the most splendid sight I've ever seen. I just stood there and gazed at them admonishing each other. Their hand movements really didn't matter because their expressions were so pure and full of life. Their emotions were so intimidating and yet so beautiful.Their facial expressions spoke a thousand words and more. Ironically, 'words' were something that seemed so futile to them when it came to expressing how they felt, that's why it was so pure. Later that night, I was thinking and realised that the best (or worst) things in life aren't really spoken at all. One glance, one raised eye brow, one smile,one shrug, one frown, one biting of the lip can convey so much more than these mere words. The entire lexicon could try, but would be in vain. We spend our entire lives trying to perfect the art of expressing ourselves through words, paintings, music and dance. But in the process we forget what true and raw emotions are.

"You say it best, when you say nothing at all"

How heavy is your emotional Baggage?

Just enough to keep me happy,
Just enough to keep me sad,
It does, however
drive me mad

it weighs 29 kgs in all....
but confesses
that it needs to lose weight...

How heavy is your emotional baggage?