Hotel California

Sometimes I wonder about what happens after death -

You can check-out any time you like,

But you can never leave !

Welcome to the Hotel California ....

Such a Lovely place ... Lovely place ...

Irony 2

Recently I received a phone call from a very poor person confirming that she got the job. I had helped her monetarily in giving a bribe for the same. I didn't know how to react.

I know that it's this very moment that is going to define the rest of my life ... yet, why is it so difficult to take a step ? Why is so difficult to start something .. to definitely decide something for yourself ?

Why is it that sometimes you are always wrong ?

Death - 3

I am numb. I feel quiet. Absolutely quiet.  I have no words. I still cant believe it. I lost my aunt on friday and havent still come to terms with it. 

I feel a big void in my heart. I dont even want to analyse it, and yet I cant keep quiet, the silence is killing me. 

I want to hold her .. I want to  hold her so badly ... may be  just some part of her and yet she has dissolved into .... I dont know what, and I can do nothing about it.

 It was just a matter of 5 minutes. 

Pride, achievement, honour, loyalty, ethics, principles, self respect, charity, security, fame, money are mere hollow words ...  All you are left with are a handful of ashes. And you can do nothing about it .. nothing.

few voices

भाजी कशी दिली ?
५ रुपया ला दोन जुड्या
ओ...ओ.... चार ला घ्या हो ताई ... aika न

हे shewatche घेउन ja हो taai, दुपार पासून बस्लोया
kitila ?
तीन रुपये
दोन madhe detos का ?
........
.......
घ्या

एक भेल घेऊ का दोन ?
एक , सगल्यान एक एक
8 rupayaa chi haay
जा tikada ... nemicha
..........
...........
दोन bheL dyaa

Choice 2

I got up in the morning, was planning to go out,

nothing unusual, just to get some bread and sprout

But as i was steeping out, I thought of all the ants,

who might get crushed as I walk by in all my ignorance.

I thought of an accident which might take place,

Ofcourse i will be careful, but not the child careless.

I thought of the beggar, i will face down the street next,

will it be right to give him money or I just walk by, thats best !

I can by a foolish remark, hurt somebody's sentiment,

or ask a question innocently, that can cause torment.

After thinking a lot, I decided not to go,

all the while being careful, not to step on the ants at home.

At night I got to know, somebody needed help in the morning,

he was waiting on the road, i always go walking.

I sighed feeling sad, and went to bed hungry,

I had not brought the sprouts, .... probably, the beggar too shared my misery.