Let's Walk

Race! Race! Race!
With all my mighty pace!
I see the finish line
Oh! You are mine!
In my world, I see all that’s mine
and yes, my kith and kin.
I see me smile
And I run, run and run the mile.
Suddenly, I stop and turn around
World mocks – hey you slowing down?
I see Them hobbling
Yearning etched in their eyes.
For the first time my Compass points Right
And my legs feel light.
I look into their eyes
And then at the heavenly skies.
I see a Road ahead
A longer one, lonely one,
Yet, the best I have ever known.
Life is not about the line
And all that’s supposedly mine.
Life is about walking with those who can’t run
Bringing Light to those that can’t see the sun.
My eyes locked into theirs, I point at the Path
I tell Them – Let’s Walk.

- Composed on a silent, thoughtful night

The Gift

I wished to capture His great artwork and He thought of a SLR
I went to the store looking for the gift…for Him, for me
I dug into my small pockets…quite tight!
I looked up and said, “Can you loosen up my pockets a little?”
He said nothing and gave a silent, serene smile

In two earthy days my pockets grew heavier
Sufficient to afford the gift
Generous and loving that He is
Showered abundant grace upon me
Lord!! What can I say??
My silence says it all.

- Dedicated to my Dearest

Don't Blow Away

i walked on the empty lane
wind blowing on my face
liberated leaves showering upon me
the gentle breeze caressing my face
coat flapping against the wind
dust swirling
gently picking up the fallen leaves
sweeping the leaves twirling
like a dance
i watched as if in a trance
a song lingering in my heart
i know not when it turned Mozart
i turned my face away
felt my knees give away
the song grew louder
urging me to grow bolder
i closed my eyes
let out big sighs
with a deep breath, i opened them
looked around once more
the song played on
all around me leaves danced
branches swayed
and i knew
what i saw was a symphony
my Mozart conducting the show
and the wind rushed at my face once again
hugged me
whispered into my ears "don’t blow away"

- Composed by Shobhana while listening to "Maestro" soundtrack from the movie "The Holiday". Location - Office.

'Ho-hum'ed!

Exam time!!! A period during which:

• gastrointestinal enzymes are at their best,
• eyelids go droopy droopy,
• throat gets parched,
• my ear drums catch even the buzz of a small fly,
• i get motivated to clean my room,
• my head can't seem to separate from the pillow,
• watching the ceiling becomes a hobby,
• i feel like counting the window grills,
• pedicuring becomes so much fun that i wish i had more legs,
• i don't mind watching B & C grade movies,
• i take my mob out of silent mode hoping to hear my "You've got mail" message tone,
• there is this urge to call up my friends and bug them,
• i plan my outings, shopping, etc., etc.,
• i introspect and mull over my karma,
• i work out by walking to and fro inside my room,
• the laundry bag catches a great amount of attention,
• i feel like sticking more posters on my wall,
• i feel like listening to music at full blast,
• i wish i could run away from my hostel.

This is an incomplete list. There are things not worth making public ;). I have two exams tomorrow. I feel like a sloth...wish I could just climb on to a tree and doze doze doze all day. My body feels ethereal, as if I don't exist at all! Yes! I am suffering from Examopangosis, a deadly disease that affects students of all ages and streams. Is there a cure? Nah! You've just got to wait for it to pass over, just like cold. I take one whole week of bed rest. I feel great, rejuvenated!

Once upon a time I used to dread exams. Mostly during my school days. But now, I've acquired this "chalta hai" attitude from somewhere and I like it. Looking back, I have not lost anything by keeping my cool. It helps me stay awake in the exam hall and think clearly. If I get tensed, I am dead meat.

In my high school, I was a biology freak. Marks weren't a cause of worry. My fav Biology mam told us one thing which i can never forget - A good student goes to the movie theatre a day before his/her exam. An awesome teacher said so! I took it to heart. Not that one must watch movies and not study. She meant that smart work rather than hard work is the key to fun and success. Smart work means adopting short cuts, filtering out unnecessary info, single-minded focus and efficient time management. Rote is boring and makes me feel dead.

Now to get back to my subject...where was I?