Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Jana Gana Mana - the Goosebumps song

If you've lived in India, you've perhaps heard this on the Republic Day, Independence Day, school morning assemblies, and in cinema halls before starting of a movie. And when this song begins to play, you've surely seen people stand up in attention, leaving whatever they're doing and observing silence, their way of paying respect to their national anthem, the Indian National Anthem.
Every morning of my school life I've heard this great song composed and scored by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore and sung by millions of school children across the country. I have sung along too and never ever has it happened that I haven't felt this surge of blood in my vein, that for those 52 seconds makes me feel an integral part of this nation. There's nothing else I can think of, nothing else I want to think of when national anthem is sung, even just the music itself is enough to take me back to those school days where every morning was filled with this renewed vigor while singing this song that very soon I will grow up and become successful and do something for myself, my family, my friends and my nation.

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Mighty Sky

I look up at the vast sky spread over me and marvel at its expanse and grandness.
During daytime, I see the white clouds like cotton balls, floating under the light blue sky. If only I could lie on those soft, comfortable looking clouds and ride throughout the blue scape of the sky. I see the sky talking to me, making faces and gestures through the clouds.

At night, I see faintly twinkling starts sprinkled across the sky in vivid formations, showing the sparkly nightlife of the sky. Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by the depth of the vastness of the sky that if the world could turn upside down, with earth on my head, then I would love the exhilarating feeling of falling into the blackness of the night sky and on my way perhaps touch few starts, maybe take a ride on a shooting star.
I receive both the sun and the rain from the mighty sky. Whenever I look up, its always there, spread over me like a blanket in cold, like an umbrella in rain, unbroken and untorn, with a silent promise to keep me safe and make me feel blessed, if I look up at it in anticipation.