Perspectives and perceptions

I was sitting at Chowpatty today, and the filth around that place just completely turned me off! What kind of a place are we living in? The apathy of the BMC and the irresponsibility and laissez-faire attitude of the people in general just makes my blood boil! i'm wishing knowing it's wishful thinking that there were a giant sieve that two huge ships could pull through and gather all the rubbish, filth, bags, and flowers and all the trash that people dump into the ocean and this all dirt would be accumulated and treated, and recycled and then disposed off! why are we letting our public spaces go to the dogs? why do private beaches only remain clean!! where does the money for which we pay taxes go!! I'm infuriated, and completely upset by the repulsive attitude of our establishment and the people around! i want to break free from this cycle and my small efforts of ensuring that I and my friends don't litter, dont seem to make much of a difference.. i will strive nonethel

You step into a space lush in greenery, at once you sense the calm, the noise fades out and so does the crowd, and you're left with you and your heart... the fluttering wings of the little flies, that fly in spirals rhythmically, the rustling leaves in tandem with the wind, almost flirtatious and teasing around, the soft gait of people's footsteps, and silence becomes a pleasant sound, unlike the pregnant tense atmosphere, here it's more like a soothing sound, you're thinking, feeling and expressing, when you realise that's all you ever needed, an assurance that you are you, and things are just meant to be...

Like millions of people, i had ordered my copy of the latest Harry Potter Book in advance and like most expectations i was disappointed! Those 600 pages seemed so dry and devoid of passion that i literally blazed through the first 300 at least.. it was only when i'd finished half the book, did i find something interesting.. The speed at which i was reading reminded me of the time i read, One Night at a Call Centre.. Point being, books have to have to ability to make you want to go slow, they should compel you to think, feel, assimilate and then read... This book however, goes on and on without any pause and by the time you know it, you're done with it!! It's literally been around 4 - 5 hours of reading and i'm through with the book. Makes me wonder, whether killing off so many characters left Rowling with nothing interesting to build her story upon, or did she simply run out of ideas! There were no new spells, Harry's quest was more like last minute luck and chance

A feeling of bliss evokes inside me, a sort of shifting, restless, nervous energy, much like a bird who flaps its wings, with a pounding heart in it to comfort... all this to prepare for a new flight, reborn and free from doubt and fear, exciting prospects all around, moving so fast it's all a blur, for once when you are in the air, it's you in your actual elements, and then all you've got to take you through, is the knowledge that you are finally you...

Through the reticulate grill, a world of sorrow, pain and grief we can see, full of decaying waste and unclean waters, that feed the spurts of vegetation around, in spite of this repugnating sight, i see a child prancing about, in the barest of clothes, he's happy and gay, and you learn about the simple world out there that is there to see, a commute of thirty minutes, can transform your perceptions, teach you in a way no one ever could, for all through the lives of the million that you may see, you see the hurt, the denial and the disdain in them, but amidst all that are the more pleasing sounds, like those of laughter, cheer and soulful memories, which is why you can't move around, simply thinking that, that is all to thee...

For the past 2 months, I've been religiously going for my dance classes twice a week and I've never felt any better than this, and to what can i attribute this feeling to? Is is the effort that makes me dance better, is it my passion that culminates into a graceful art form or is it just an expression of my emotions through my body? Most of the times, when i'm sitting still i begin to rhythmically move my feet in tandem with the beats and not surprisingly after weeks of training they're all in sync! the beauty of dance is in fact in the way it makes you feel, once you get past the preliminary stage where you're forever staring at either your or your instructor's feet and you begin to feel the flow of your body like that of a river flowing inside you, all those beats then sound like rhythms and all those words become a symphony...

There's a soft breeze blowing in the air, the leaves are rustling in answer to her call, the birds are chirping in an harmonious form, the serenity that you feel rising inside, the way your heart wants to reach up to the sky, is just the way we answer the call from nature, No matter the pent up fury of her wrath, which we have to face up and accept, the propensity of her winds, waters and sand, amaze, frighten and show us all, in the only way that she can, how much we are hurting her! for all the waste that we've left to breed, and the spoils of the sea left afloat, the corals and the reefs that are nowhere, the stumps of the cut trees, bearing the stamp of our cruelties, So, my dear frieds, let's listen to Gaia, Mother Earth and let us give her respite from all our acts, and let us together build a wonderful green earth once again!