Think about it!

             We all here are very ordinary, All we do is sit, watch, analyse and talk; about those people who never paused, who never just watched and let things happen but they thought of it and did what they felt was right.
             The point I want to make is, STOP this thing! STOP judging a person! Get on with your lives! Because the truth is, the man you are talking about, the man who is looming so large in your thoughts, for him you were never there. So spare yourself the misery of misconceptions and start towards your own day.

             Only one in a million live a life worth writing about, to be more precise 'worth' debating about. And many historians, observers take a step forward and start penning down an image, an image they wish to portray, 'A Biography'. But in my opinion what they end up portraying is a frail blurry 2-D projection on an old ragged cloth based on beat-up ideologies.
             You know why?
             because one can never find a Neutral historian if he ever exists he will never be a historian but a helpless little 'reporter'. Historian is never a neutral, He always has a stand. In his stories there is always a God And there is always a Goon. And he never sits as a chair umpire he will always be on either side of the net. If he sees the protagonist as 'Goon' Then the tale will be of treachery and sins, and 'The God' will be dressed in heroics and glory.
But lets try this for an instance,
Ask a mother/father and a teacher to share what they thought of their kid, then go to his most passionate lover and his most devoted friend, set a meeting with his Accountants, lawyers and Personal secretaries, And then a testimonial from his most fears enemy. And to bind it together take a sneak peek in to his letterbox and a few drafts which never got published.
             And now what you have is, a little bit sketchy but most nearest 3-D sculpture you can get. And above-mentioned are the components of your 3-D Projector. Because these are the people who ever mattered to him. . .
. . and the rest of the world?? Well, It never existed! not in his eyes, neither in his thoughts and yeah! nor in his biography!
Think about it.

-V. V. Talavanekar

Sissy, You Rock so Awesome

Well, Sister! I mean you always rock!
And I Don't always say it !
But When I fail at something. .
and you still come up with something to bling,
No matter how stupid it is! Even If it isn't legit,
coz You just know that I will love it!

You know Sissy You rock so Awesome,
When I am stuck in problems,
And with you often do they come,
Leaving me clueless of the way ahead,
You would come up with an idea so stupid. .
And the problem would hide forever under the bed.

You Girl, is the darling I love,
You Ma'am, is the lady I respect,
Coz I know you will be there for me always. .
No No! not for those sad-senti days. . 
But to mock the ones with serious-sober face. .
Just me and you together. .
The Rockers with god's grace ;)

-V. V. Talavanekar

It's simple, It really is!

               For the complications of unknown, we spend most of the time over-thinking and make the most fatal errors at the fork. Why force a winner when you can enforce a stale-mate doing the basics? Just sit back and ride on your path, Enjoy the jolly good surroundings and make a simple yet beautiful world of it.

               Just keep it simple, till you get your bearings back. And believe me, It is quite Simple!

 

Its a simple thing, living.

With lungs that breath,

a heart that beats,

and eyes that speak without needs,

Sipping in the freshness,

Looting The Fridge while your mum busy cleaning the desk,

Talking for hours with buddies with a charm,

and a bit of laughter will do you no harm,

From a seldom shredded tear,

To a tender touch of caring,

Under starlit skies at fortnight, A well-wisher,

Who like always. . . got it right.

Listening to mumma's gossips

and papa's words of wisdom,

a night out with friends,

and their rendezvous to freedom.

Its really simple my friend

For we are good for trillions of relations. .

Its the over-thinking that brings in the complications,

Its the only thing which does all the undoing,

Otherwise its a simple thing my friend, This living. .

-V. V. Talavanekar