Five Years Old Today

I can assure you that when I got up today morning, I had no intention of writing this post. Forget the morning, even ten minutes back I had no inclination that this post was brewing. I was happily preparing my lunch, boiling lentils for the ubiquitous daal, staple of many Indian households for lunch and dinner, when suddenly popped up this announcement on my cell phone. Thank whoever is up there that my betterhalf did not see the announcement first. She would not have had the patience to scroll down and would have shot first. No, not with a gun, we don’t own one, but I dread more the treatment that would have been meted out more than the gun shot that I  am sure she would have missed.

To cut to the chase, I am five years old today. No, not in physical age, I don’t even remember being thtyat old any more. I am five years old by WordPress calender and that’s the anniversary note that popped up on my phone just few minutes back.

And what a wonderful five years it had been. Brought to social media kicking and screaming, I now relish the wonderful friends I have met across all the continents of the world except Antarctica. I have not met any of them physically yet but many of those friendships I cherish. They make life worthwhile through their writings and comments.

So without much ado, and before my dall boils over(and to spare myself from a tongue lashing), here is to friendship and a long, fruitful journey together in the world of writing in WordPress.

Say no to your destiny

How do you not say no to your destiny

And not find your own path,if any

Mark your own place in this world

To have your say you must be bold

Follow your destiny and bid your time

Soon you be old and time to say good by

So roll up your sleeves and put shoulders to the wheel

It won’t be easy but satisfaction you will feel

A path not marked by destiny for you to follow

Dangers will be plenty but life will not be hollow

You may fail or you may soar

But go ahead and explore without fear

You are the man to make your own destiny

You will mark your own time and place, no doubt, not any

So go ahead and say no to your destiny

You Are Old

You are old when your call is answered
And you are trying to remember who you called
You are old when your call is answered
And you ask why are you being called
You are old when your call is met with silence
And you hold the phone to your ear wondering why
You are old when your phone lies dead by your side
And you don’t remember a single number to call
So when you are still young, pick up the phone and call
Some one young at heart may respond and you have a ball
Before the fingers become stiff, ears go deaf
Eyes go blurry, memories fade and voice gets weak
Wake up, reach out, make a call and hug your near and dear ones

Friends will remain Friends

In our adolescence, we leave our homes to go to colleges and universities for higher studies.  For many of us that would be the first time staying away from home alone.  We make new friends, spend few years of our formative life together, graduate and then move out in search of our livelihood.  In old days, many a times, that was the last time we would meet or correspondance with friends that we spent years together.  Modern technology and social media is making it easier to track old friends whose memories we kept alive for years in our mind.  Alas, with time people change. Memories of distant past and present clash sometimes and produce unexpected results.

Poem below is my feeling about meeting groups of old classmates in social media after decades of being completely out of touch.  Those feelings may resonate with some of my readers.  Appreciate your feedback.

We have traversed distances long
Climbed mountains high
Savored the fruit of success Continue reading “Friends will remain Friends”

The Three Rs

How the three “Rs” have changed with time!

When we were students, it meant Reading, (W)riting, (A)rithmatic.

Went to work, it became Reorg, Retrench, Replace.

Once work life was over, thought it would be Retire, Relax and Reconnect.

But old age brought its own issues of Relapse, Recovery and Redundancy.

And Whatsapp turned Reconnect into Rehash, Repost and Recycle.

What more can be expected from a generation that grew up with “copy / paste”.

Note: Not recycled. Original thought process during breakfast.

The Old Ones

They are gone now
The old ones
They look down at me
From the framed photographs
Walls are adorned with them
My eyes are weak now
When I look up at them
I do not see wisdom anymore
But the message is clear
One day I shall have my place
Amongst them
A lifeless framed photograph
Someone may look up at me
As I look up now
And hear the words of wisdom
Spoken many moons away
Don’t waste your precious time
Once gone, won’t come back
Yeah right
What am I doing now


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Three