Oscar Time

It's been a proud moment for INDIA with our own A R Rahman winning the Oscar not just once but twice for his work in Slumdog Millionaire.I couldn't have felt more happier.While my hands were scribbling on my test papers that morning,my mind was filled with thoughts about Oscar.Couldn't wait to get out of the hall to check my messages. And there it was, we did it. I was happy ,just happy then.But as the feeling started to sink in, I started thinking more about this. What makes Oscars special?Is Oscar the only recognition a person can be weighed upon? and more and more... I discover one thing,this Oscar is like a rumour.People like it, they like to hear about it, wait to hear more about it and it is celebrated as an occasion.'Jai ho' is great, but i can bet many wil agree that A R Rahman's Roja is beyond comparison.Then why didn't Roja get the Oscars? Maybe it didn't get the exposure like Slumdog..Our Indian Cinema is filled with diversity,creativity and brimming with talent. At least let this Oscar bring the world eye's on our country. JAI HO

FRIENDSHIP

Dedicated to all my FRIENDS...

We were born and then anyone who took care of us, made us laugh, played with us,were our friends.

We grew up, started kinder garden. The one sitting next to us was our friend.

We further grew up, started primary school.Now anyone who shared a pencil with us, became our friend. Anyone who was a part of our prank became our friend. Anyone who shared lunch with us was our friend.

How good it would have been, if we could freeze time around here. When friendship was all about innocence,happiness,laughter.....

But time never freezes it goes on...

We started high school, now friendship wasn't so easy. It involved trust, patience, endurance, knowing about each other, keeping secrets, being there for each other and many more.

We enjoyed this phase of friendship, but it wasn't all laughter we had, a lot of tears we shared too..

We are out of school, stepping into a new world college.We are given the opportunity to take our own decisions.We meet different people, some quiet, some loud, some flashy, some simple, some open, some mysterious, altogether a different one from us.We try to merge in, into this group of diverse personalities, at the same time trying to stand out as an individual.Here friendship is lot more than trust, patience and endurance. Apart from all these we learn harsh reality. People change everyday, what was liked yesterday maybe despised today. In this world we find friends, despite of our differences who match our wavelength. We learn to look at them, for the good in them.We learn to accept and adapt to the changes. We dawn upon that fact that friendship is not a simple relationship anymore. We also realize, some friendships that begun, just with a pencil has depths that can last a lifetime.

Big or Small, Long or Short, Happy or Moody, Weak or Strong, Silent or Chatterbox, FRIENDS are always FRIENDS:)

TIme

When your heart becomes heavy,

the words have sunk in,

noises start to fade away,

when words fail to reach,

the hand reaches for the key,

you start your bike,

all you want to do is go anywhere,

the path u take is unknown,

when your vision starts to blur,

not because of the weight of sorrow,

but because of the tears,brimming in your eyes,

tears loose pace,as you bike start to gain,

for you go in search of comfort,

knowing well time is the hero,

knowing not where the roads lead,

you go and go and go,till you hit that brakes,

and take a deep breath,not because things will be OK,

because you just avoided hitting,

the small boy who tried to cross the road,

and that moment brings the flash,

some things are not the end,

there are many things that keeps us going......

Whats in the name

I have wondered sometimes why some people name their children after their parents.In foreign countries it is pretty common to find the younger ones surnamed junior. Lets consider Mr X here.He has a son,he is named X Junior.We have seen sooooo many Henry's and Queen Elizabeth's.This tradition is much prevalent in India for a long time. Many of us might have been named after our grandfather or grandmother. I didnt care much about it,until last week when i came to know that i had another name.I was also named after both my grandmothers. A combination of first half of thier names. Iam the kind of person who says parents name thier chidren after thier parents in order to scold them. And in my case iam clear my parent took no side:)

LIFE...

Into the dark nights we stroll across
to wake up to the sunny skies,
The sky so blue,the feeling so new
The grass so green,our hearts so keen
Into a new journey we stride forward
unaware of what is in store for us,
The wind that blows on to your face
The soft rain that bathes us in its purity,
The smile you can bring on others face
The warm hug even at the worst times,
These may not seem like the gifts we wanted
but take a moment to enjoy all these,
As we never know when we may no be able to,
By the time you realise what you have lost
it may be too late that you can't turn it back

PEACE

There are days when you feel
the days are long
and the nights are short,
And there are days when you feel
the nights are long
and the nights are short,
With a mind like a butterfly
never stable at any place,
We jump from one place to another
in pursuit of what no one knows,
Dreams we have,yet to be followed
Promises we have,yet to be kept
For no one knows where we are going
but one thing is for sure as everyone knows,
All that we finally desire is PEACE

ONGE

We boast of being at the top of the evolution cycle. From being a caveman to a hunter to a civilized man, we have seen it all. It is surprising to see how at one part of the world you find computers and the latest technologies and the other side is scattered with tribesmen who still hunt for food. It amazes me to find how some of the tribes still keep their culture intact despite the interferences in every aspect. One such tribe is the ONGE tribe of Andaman and Nicobar islands. Their culture goes back to 60,000 years and even today they stick to their tribe and its culture. It is still a big question mark how the whole tribe survived the Tsunami without any casualties. The dwindling population of the tribes has been of concern for many years and the issue gained more seriousness when 8 men died of poisoning as they drank some toxic chemical mistaking it for alcohol, thus reducing the total population of the tribe to just a meager 93.But the tribe rejoiced at the birth of a baby boy on December 23rd at the hospital, thus increasing the population to 94 to face the ever challenging world for many more years to come