blasting dreams..............

there are moments in ur life when u r plagued by questions...questions questions and more questions..... no answers seem to be in sight.......i was in a similar situation when the blasts rocked the life in delhi and conciousness of the nation.......it feels odd just a second ago the people who were shoppin for the festivals lay lifeless wit their bodies charred beyond recognition...all those lives were just a number in the newspapers the next day...people did not seem to care......life for all vibrancy seems so very fragile.....just a few ounces of rdx...and a few thousands of dreams are destroyed...........where is the end to it all....who causes all this...who benefits from this....too many questions but answers elude me...............let this stop ........let this mindlessness cease...........but how?????...who can do it............there is no one answer to it.........let us start by contributing our own bits....drops make up the ocean...however long the journey it starts with a footstep.....lets contrubute our might to stop violence......stop this hatred....lets grow more tolerant of life....life in its varied hues......lets enjoy the diversity and forget the differences............

oops baby... i did it again........

Babies are the cutest and most beautiful things in the universe. The way they smile, the way they pout, the way they cry, the way they sleep, the way they seem disturbed out of their world even if some little fly swats over them…everything they do is so beautiful. They seem so very delicate, so very fragile, I just wonder how will they cope up against this big bad world. The just born ones are the most amazing. They r so cute, so small, so very soft and so very delicate. Putting their legs on to my cheeks so very nice. U feel the freshness of birth. Those hands as they hold them up crumpled. Those are some of the sweetest sights in the world.

those new born kids seem so precious.I feel afraid to hold them even. I am afraid if I would hurt them. they are so very precious delicate and fragile. human life at its very beginning. anyone would have to fall in love with this babies.

My love is like falling in love with a new born baby. This kind of love does not come with any strings attached.it does not contain any amorous conquests. this is just admiration at its pristine best. It is all about caring. It is about being afraid to hurt a delicate being. It is not about expecting the baby to love you back but u just love the baby nevertheless. you r just in awe of it. you just love it when the baby smiles. you are worried to death when the baby cries. you would do anything to make the baby smile, though most of the times u r all at sea in this pursuit. u just are afraid to do anything because u r afraid of hurtin that delicate creature. everything about the baby seems divinely. this kind of love makes u happy and content. this is love of a new life, a new beginning and lot of hopes and aspirations.

this love could be exhilirating but no one does realise it. because we take it for granted. but smtimes when we stop and think about it. we do realise how lucky are we to go through such an experience. life would be fulfillin not when we r enjoyin smthin, but when we realise that we r enjoyin smthin.....because most of the times enjoyment is not in the destination, but in the journey......