I Speak.

The voices of an orphan love. “I was born clueless of my own existence and without a mind of my own. As I grew up little by little I realized of my own pulse. The urge to explore the things that this world can give was overwhelming.  But unfortunately with growth the truth about me being an orphan dawned upon me. I saw my peers blooming to maturity and being cared. They seemed to be enjoying their existence. But for me there was none to even rock my cradle. How tragic it was for me, unmindful of this harsh truth I sprung to life. Where was I from? Who was I supposed to be? To whom do I belong to? Since my birth I have known only one thing, to grow. I have no voice of my own. The vices of this world derange me. Pushed around here and there I found myself betrayed. I know I can withstand anything, the violent winds nor hatred can pin me down but yet again I know I cannot survive without belonging to someone. I do not exist on my own. Please don’t let me wither away so soon. I beg

Reduced to a logophile The pommeling agony of being betrayed by a truth that danced around me; I for no good reason have been made a victim of a choice I never intended or envisaged to have been taken. Lost in the seductive charm of love, I crumbled against the wall of emptiness. Foolishly cradled in the warmth of self-nursed love only to be awakened by the sound of hush hush momentary truth, I found myself floating in a boat of confusion. I called out for help and my voice stretched out as far as to the vast expanse of stillness in the sea of hopelessness. Being a logophile cannot save me and being kind is suicidal in a situation like this. Drowning is also not an option to be considered nor is swimming ashore an option possible. Least I can do is surrendering to the moment and allow the tides to guide me ashore. Toshiwapang O Longkumer

And that was the story of the day:) Our dear Elijah. So while I was thinking that I am messed up and life couldn't get harder than this I listened to the story of this little boy who's our helper and once again I realise how stupid, childish and ungrateful I've been. Whining over things that aren't important not realising that at the age of 10 somewhere out there there's a kid who's mom ran away with another man leaving him behind. Him being the youngest. And he tells me abou t everything that happened over the past years. About how his mom and the other man was caught and got bashed up in public and how he's father got remarried and now he has a half sis whom he loves very much  smile emoticon  but the part about his mom leaving the family for another man is so sad  frown emoticon  and I really feel for him because I like him a lot. He's always so cheerful and happy and really cares for me. He also studies really hard and we all make fun o

Learning They say learning is a lifelong process and we might say lets wait till tomorrow or maybe  next time (which is an old time favourite line for us) we will learn but I believe we are just  compromising with ourselves or in fact at best lying to ourselves. We seem to overwhelmingly underestimate the word learning, unfortunately. Lets move on from where we are now  because the best way is learning at the right time. Though we have a lifetime to learn  anything but I am afraid we do not have "the right time" for a lifetime. We are blessed today with a number of means to learning anything be it through the wildly growing internet, books, institutions of different kinds of available courses(I recently learned that there is a institution in US that offers 6 months duration course on Selfie), Youtube is another avenue where you can learn on almost anything on your own, etc. Just to name a few. There are more.  Perhaps with the advent of smart phones, the old hab

                   The Unknown No one knows what the best way is, No not even me. The intoxication of the unknown, It is highly deleterious; Where are its roots? Where is it heading to? Maybe it is not even there. Mystery is a solace comparatively, Hanging by a thread on a cliff the easier way; Chasing a trail-less prey with loaded guns Or trailing a fugitive. The undisguised beauty of the disguised Its merciless inimical treatment. At least the winds could have given a hint, Its chilling touch I would have withstood; Spare me, will you?                                                                              ---- Toshi O Lkr.

Traveler speakes  Omg!! They are teerrrorist!!! Bhai they are....shit man we are in trouble....hey bhaiya they are evidence wala...terrorist right???. ..reacted my 2 mins 'hey bro' friend who looked more like a young Punjabi less like Andhra. We were just getting to know each other in the usual way we used to start knowing a stranger until this chained men showed up in our coach with a number of securities giving them company which made my almost friend freaked out and changed his seat. Sunny seems to be his name.  I didn't react much but soon after a family shifted to our boggy seeing them panic I almost lost my composure and started to think of things which might happen. They looked like any other Mussulman man but with their hand ornaments(chains) they somehow looked horrifying. Like all Muslims are stereotyped to be terrorists or suicide bombers it wasn't difficult for the civilians around me to call them ' adangvatis ' and were giving their own best ass