To make love :

They come close to each other..but their lips never meet. There is a struggle , struggle to lose one's identity...to deny the existence of two separate beings...to be lost in the silence of the communion as unity...and it is when this struggle rises to it's hilt, the orgasm of love begins to be...

Pichle Saat Dino Main ....

Can age muffle the voice of youth ? Javed Akhtar answers the question by writing this song...like the carefree stroke of a pen the lyrics quickly find a connection with the youth...youth , a period of trying out new things , making mistakes , committing blunders and yet emerging triumphant...when feelings come and disappear like channels on a television screen...staying never too long but just long enough to keep you engaged ...and confused..the constant rush, the nagging anxiety to venture into something new before the current engagement is over ...the realization that time is limited ..life is short and youth even shorter..the seemingly overwhelming importance of the most insignificant things and the apparent trivialisation of the important ones...the jugglery with priorities and the high prioritisation of this jugglery...
Some would never bother to try and understand the beauty of this period of life rather just enjoy it ...though are confused sometimes for finding things the way they are ....then ignore the confusion and move on...
Some would make more of it then there actually is and in the process remain onlookers to the celebration..
Well, as for myself ..am writing this ....guess i belong to the third kind :)

..a small beginning

this space is going to be for those thoughts that come to you quite uninvited but have a quality which makes you want to remember and share them .

- Seasons come and go..what remains are the imprints of the times they were here ,
there are some seasons you never forget...there are some people you never forget....

- People claim that they 'find' themselves through meditation..true...because it is only when the noise in your mind dies out , that the sound that you hear is yours..

- Life is made up of quantums of moments sewn together by the threads of memory...if only each moment was to be lived independently...free of the strands that bind it...like a past or a future never existed..wouldn't each moment become a life in itself...

- The echoes of silence : it's like your hands cupped around a bell which has just been rung ...the shifting of a chair in an empty auditorium....the stomping of the feet of horses in a battle , which was fought long back... the cry of a dolphin, in the dark of the night, in some ocean far away...the voice inside your head that tells you that you heard these sounds and you didn't...