In search

A kid feeding his dog Was passing through when I took this picture; memories of my childhood came flooding back to me. I used to play in a similar enclosure in my house while my mom went about her work. My thoughts continued around the dogs that I used to play with.My love and fondness for dogs, that's the only thing that hasn't changed about me in spite of these years. Thought about Henry, Jango, Likhuri, Spy but most of all Magdalene, the dogs I used to play with, and wondered how and where they are? According to Buddhism it's said that amongst the many lives, we are born as dogs finally before we are born as humans. I wonder if  they are walking amidst us as humans. Each of the dogs has his own tale, and hopefully I will write about them soon. The circle of life...

Its said that you need to take time out for the things you wanted to do rather than regret not having taken the time to do so. The New Year is an excellent time to review this list. For me, one of the many things I have not taken out the time for is this post, which I meant to write on New Year's day. So finally here I am busily punching on my keypad at a children's park in Siliguri.  My wife is lazily sifting through the Sunday newspaper while Appa seems pleasantly satisfied on his wheel chair basking in the warmth of the winter sun. Chunki our Tibetan abso is now finally resting after all the running and chasing. My wife steals occasional glances as I bury myself into this gadget aware of her disapproval at my preoccupation. Well the thing is that much happened in 2012 and so in retrospect here's my top three wishlist for 2013. 1. Firstly a prayer and wish for the Delhi Rape victim, that her death and suffering will not go in vain. Like everyone else he

Silent Prayer I ask mum if she thinks that too many people have died this year or is it just my perception. She just sighs and says maybe the seasons have been harsh for the weak and the old. Its the passing of a generation, I concede, gazing at the patterns on the table lost, each in our own deep morbid thoughts. I reflect, on how the days of our glorious past have become history today. What we did in the past are buried deep grave of memories. All that is seen today are cold monumental epitaphs with engraved letters that will fade in time. We cannot love one thing too much because it doesn’t last forever. How many tears have we shed, how many graves have we dug and filled, how many ashes have we scattered with love, longings and despair? We are today born out of what we did yesterday, yet it cannot be the same tomorrow because of what we did today. And so lets rest the heavy burdens of our aching souls today and wish each other good night and peace. Lets hope we may see each other ag