Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Tree, tell me a story!

Someone has to keep up with Bangalore's phenomenal growth, and who to bear the brunt but the trees! For the discerning, I have not used the wrong pronoun. To me trees are more than logs of wood. If I could have been a comic character (hey, that's another idea for a post! :)) I would have chosen Dogmatix in this case. Dogmatix (Obelix's dog in the comic strip Asterix and Obelix. If ever there was humour in this world, it is this, it is this, it is this :D) loves trees, and howls his heart out in grief every time one is found cut. I feel pretty much the same grief when I see one felled/uprooted.

In Bangalore City most of the trees (still surviving, by the grace of God) are around 40-50 years old. Imagine all that they have seen in their lifetime! Imagine the stories they could tell.

Trees are old, and wise. Sit in the shade of a tree one day, and hear its Story.

P.S. The reason for the sudden spate of blogging - clearing the backlogs! :P

Come away with me

It took another day of "amazing" weather to feel like "Belonging" again. And this time it was right. I'll be leaving soon. For a new life, with new goals and new people to achieve them with. There is lots more that I am taking away with me now than I did four years ago. I am not much into Western Music, but I remember the few lines of "Come Away With Me" by Norah Jones that I had heard a couple of years ago. Today it seems the right song to sing. This is what I want to tell all the people - parents, friends, and of course my teddy bear :) Come away with me...

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

This post is dedicated to that part of my life where I finally found what I had never believed existed, atleast for me - a deep, cemented friendship which I know, in my heart, will last lifelong. In that room in a quiet suburb with my friends, I felt at peace. At peace with the fact if I ever need a patient ear or a shoulder to cry on, one is available a phone call away, any day, any time. At peace with the fact that I'm not the only one who fights (and ultimately makes up) :P with my near and dear ones. At peace with the fact that while all of us are playing Life's games on different courts, we are bound to cross each others' at some time or the other.
Till we meet again.