Voyage Of Destiny

I used to think I was in love With music and the people those voices belonged to But then I heard you for the first time Realised what I felt before wasn't love Because I know now. I watched you from so far away You didn't even know I existed Today, I'm walking to you Thinking so far back. The world knows your voice is your lifeline They all know there's no you where there's no song But have you ever thought Your voice could become someone else's lifeline I wish you knew because your voice is my lifeline. I watched you sing Through endless hardships To grow into the man you today are Each of those days all along, It was your voice, that soared though the notes But it was my heart, drumming along, Forgetting the hard life. My days' cruelty bled into my nights Haunting my dreams, Pushing me into nightmares. But you pulled me back, every time, Through your song playing by my bed. I then open my eyes And wish you knew, Your voice is ...

    The art of teaching holds different values to different people. The results of the act depends on the nature of the receptive side as much as it does on the teacher's.  To be that person, each teacher works differently. So who is a good teacher? Someone who works day and night studying the contents they're gonna teach the next day? Someone who is very kind to the students? Someone who keeps their knowledge updated constantly? But are those who are certified as teachers the only ones who can be called that? I would say "no", because I got the experience both on and off the job.    I found it in teaching my classmates the portions for upcoming exams. I found it in training a friend to talk on stage. A guy only moderately knowledgeable in English with a lot of stage fright, he once asked me how I was able to just up and talk about things on stage. I ended up helping him. There never was much time in the class to talk about it so I extended the training to...

Every person in the world loves one sport or another. When it is a native sport, it gets more supporters and followers and one such attention grabbing sport is Jallikattu, also known as Embracing a Bull in English. Mainly practiced in Tamil Nadu state in India, it is an indigenous sport, that has enthusiastic fans all over the state. Jallikattu is essentially a bull-baiting event, where bulls are let to run freely and whoever manages to hold on to it and retrieve the prize is considered to be of great gallantry. Traditionally conducted during the Pongal festival, which falls in the mid-January, youngsters, mostly men, gather in a large open arena where the bulls are held. A piece of cloth is tied to the bull's horns along with any other prize material. The name 'Jallikattu' itself was derived from the very act practised during the ancient times, where 'jalli' or 'salli' means a gold coin and 'kattu' refers to a stack of the coins or 'tied to...

In this present world, how many of us have taken a moment to think about the differences between the history of Indian agriculture and what really is happening now in the sector? The thought hit me during an unexpected moment in an unrelated situation and yet, I was curious enough to think why India's agriculture has been declining alarmingly. The result is mind boggling really. There are numerous studies and reports on this issue. Every single one of those gives numbers and it started getting depressing to see those that I don't even bother mentioning them here. There seems to be no point in analyzing numbers and wondering over them anymore. It is high time something was done a bit more than crunching of numbers. On that front, India also has a long history of trying to rectify this very problem and there seems to be very little progress. Now, why is that? What has happened to the country which once was an expert in agriculture, that once was the king of the art? What...

     We begin our day with numerous expectations, dreams and what not.. We try to make our day good. We try to make ourselves happy with our favourite food, a fantasised movie, time with people we love. We work our days away with tiny moments of fun. When the years pass, we begin our lives, yet again with expectations, dreams and what not.. Only at a whole new level. Until then, many of us know nothing about who we really want to be. And when we do, we don't find a way that leads there.      Having infinite ups and downs, blossoms and thorns every day all through life adds to our slow growing strength, every time showing us what went wrong. But that doesn't keep us from being pierced by a thorn again. It's always a new thorn, new wound. Shows us the preciousness of the blossoms. We work in various ways to get the flower of our dream bloom, to grow the bud to give it a shot at the least. Each one of us have a flower of different colour, different ...

O the creatures of this earth, Tell me about your life. Tell me how you lived, Tell me how you live, Tell me how you will. How do you do without begrudging your life? Cause this life, Makes me feel I’m no good to live. Do I have a purpose? Do I have a cause? Even if I do, I do not belong to What I do to do. Will I get to my right place? Will I get my right space? To do what I want to do. Must I do good in what I do? Should I hate what I want to do? Or should I love what I do to do? Should I regret who I am? Or should I bloom on who I am? Do I need these failures? Do I need them to do? Why do they stop me From what I want to do? Why do they push me To do what I do to do? I’m standing right here, All alone, in here, Surrounded by souls That can never know What I want them to know. When will this battle end? The battle of life... Fighting as a single on my side, I face the charge Of the opposite side With no one by my side. Will I win? Wil...

     We all do have friends, some a close knit circle and some in impressive numbers. What we do with them totally depends on the age, time and intentions. Most of the time people never know if their friends really are up to the title and apparently, they are not. But what could we possibly do about it? We never know.      There is an old saying, that quotes the books to be the best friends humankind can have. Unaware of my doing it, I put the theory to test. I also found people who already tested it. All we could find was that it can't be any truer. At the end of a sore day, after taking downfalls when you thought the day couldn't get any worse, think about grabbing a book portraying a beautiful story while seeking the comfort of your bed. The story slowly lulling you to sleep, you would forget all the bad moments of the day by the time your eyes close. You could even be in good spirits the next day. Admittedly, there are some people, who are th...