Truth will set you free!!

The truth will set you free - reads a message boldly scrawled across a book my colleague is carrying; and thus I wonder! Does the truth really set you free, and if it does then does this freedom always lead to happiness? I believe that the ultimate aim in life is happiness (param sukh - and I don't mean Shinde's version of it); so does the truth give that to you? Isn't it true that at times what we believe as true is much more beautiful than the truth itself? That the ultimate discovery of the truth often results in the bursting of a bubble of joy/hope that existed? Is it better to not know that someone has cheated you in the past when it really doesn't affect you any longer? Wouldn't you be better off believing that all your friends, with whom you no longer are in touch, are doing well rather than knowing the truth that one of them is suffering or worse? So maybe the truth does set you free but I don't know if I want that freedom at times. At others I just am content with a distorted truth that makes me feel good. But then is it the truth at all, if it is distorted? What is actually the truth then? The chandelier or the light that it emits?

Us mod se shuru karen...

  Jagjit Sigh sang - 

    Us mod se shuru karen phir ye zindagi.  

     Har shay jahan haseen thee, hum tum the ajnabi.       

     Lekar chale the hum jinhe jannat ke khwaab the,     

     Phoolon ke khwab the wo mohabbat ke khwab the      

     Lekin kahan hai unmein wo pehle see dilkashi!

     Rehte the hum, haseen khayaalon ki bheed mein;  

     Uljhe huye hain aaj sawaalon ki bheed mein. 

     Aane lagi hai yaad wo fursat ki har ghadi. 

     Shaayad ye waqt humse koi chaal chal gaya

     Rishta wafa ka aur hi rangon mein dhal gaya

     Ashkon ki chandini se thee behtar wo dhoop hi!

A song that was relevant 6 months ago is now just another beautiful piece of poetry!! 

Learning to walk

Do you remember learning to walk?
A time when your feet were small!
Do you remember learning to walk?
When first you learned to crawl!

When adventure fought safety off
And curiosity overcame fear.
When pain may be the result,
But independence was dear.

When no matter how hard you fell,
Each time you tried to stand.
And before you stood by yourself,
You stood holding her hand.

When on the second step you crashed,
While on the first you wobbled.
When you cried in hurt and pain
And again you stood; untroubled.

And tiny steps that started,
Giant strides they became!
From walking on to running,
Far away from the pain.

So, from crawling to standing to walking to running,
Do you remember learning?
On your behalf I shall not talk; but I?
Again am learning to walk.

Friends!

Now:

1. Two eight year olds are at a party. One says something to the other. They fight and yell and have to be separated and sent away.

2. Two seventeen year olds are at a party. One says something to the other. They have a fight and walk away.

3. Two thirty year olds are at a party. One says something to the other. The other is offended and says so. One apologises and says it was not meant and they carry on with the party as if everything is fine.

2 hours later:

1. The two eight year olds are busy playing a game of hide and seek together.

2. The two seventeen year olds are still furious and not on speaking terms.

3. The two thirty year olds are saying bye at the end of the party.

Next day:

1. The two eight year olds are running riot together in school.

2. The two seventeen year olds are planning which lecture to bunk so they may catch a movie.

3. The two thirty year olds smile to each other as they pass in the corridor and go on to their work desks.

10 years later:

1. Two eighteen year olds are planning which movie to catch.

2. One twenty-seven year old is the best man at the other's wedding.

3. Two forty year olds are hard pressed to remember where they had seen each other last.


And they ask me why is it so much easier to make friends when we are younger!!!

Three large 100 pipers, two recurring thoughts, one hope and fourteen lines

A pen and paper haven't been hard to find.
The words I search for though haven't been kind!

The past maybe I too often looked at,
The future may never really be fact.

The age old wisdom ringing tonight I sleep,
The road may be long, the climb too steep.

As long as I have you to hold,
Somewhere to be when I feel cold,

I care not for the what the future may be
While the past's something I refuse to see.

With demons that were or will be.
The knight that battles, a fool is he.

'cause how does it matter what life really meant
As long as the tense of your joy is present.