Rain

Remember the parched heat of early June.
The air ripe with anticipation, the sense of imminent change and an air of expectation so think you could cut it with a knife.
One minute - there is silence.
The next minute, water is flowing from the lips of the sky into your life.
One minute you are standing high and dry
The next minute the heavens have soaked you silly
And so it is - by the gentle hands that guide me and watch with anticipation and sometimes despair, my twisted journey through this maze called Life.
My Life.
The big things in life - have happened in a matter of seconds.
One would always think that big change happens gradually - over time.
But the truth is that - there is always that split second - where you dont know and then suddenly you do know.
You can plan for emergencies and plan for rainy days and plan for the next 10 years.
Just plan on having a darn good time too.
And plan on being surprised.
And plan on Life taking your breath away when you least expect it.
Thank God I have enough.

Oasis

I’ve never been walking in the desert long enough to actually know what it feels like to spot an oasis.
Metaphorically though, I’ve had experiences with lots of mirages.
When you get too close to something that doesn’t actually exists and pick up the pieces after. When you’ve made a habit out of evading smokes and mirrors and realizing that things are real only when they get over – least you get too involved, it’s hard to spot the real thing even when it stares you squarely in the eye.
So metaphorically, I am walking through a desert and I see an oasis in the distance.
I have two choices – I trust my eyes and follow the green light.
Chances are it will be a myth and I’ll spend much time recovering from the critical path lapse.
Or I could ignore the temptation to succumb and keep walking.
Sooner or Later – the desert is bound to end – mostly later and so what if I’m completely wasted and out, atleast I survived and made it out.
The thing is ... I’ve never actually been to an oasis…
and if I can only get there I know my soul will get drenched silly.
And for some reason if it doesn’t – whats a few more days/years of knee scraping in the grand scheme of things. Nada.
Rock Paper Scissors. I’ve just got to find out now. Point of no return.
And all I can do in the interim is pray and keep the faith and believe that like someone said: “Muddai Lakh Bura chahe kya hoga … wahi hoga jo manjoorein khuda hoga”
Thank God I have enough.

Faith

The purpose of Faith is to believe in what you just cannot see.

And sometimes, when you do, You get to actually see it.

And when that happpens, on a blue moon night in Bombay, You;ve just gotta put your seat belt on and believe as your heart floors the runway of life.

:)