Wednesday, November 7, 2007

"When you reach for the sky you will fall among the stars"

“A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really...”Do the stars gaze back?" Now *that's* a question.”

-Ian McKellen-

The film just ended and I was sitting there alone. The credits were long over yet I was watching a blank screen. And realized that I had yet to thank the one thing that always listened especially in the midst of the night.

When we look at the stars what is it that we truly see? A bunch of bright stars in the sky that look beautiful? An infinite space?

I’d like to think stars are Gods way of making us realize that he’s there even in the midst of the night. Trust there have been countless times when I sat under the night sky wondering why I did some stupid thing or other and wondering what I could’ve done to prevent it from happening. And the stars listened never judging never saying anything. They jus sit there listening and leaving me in a comfortable sort of silence.

Stars have no longer been seen as thousands of suns that burn billions of miles away. Through our lives we see stars as not burning matter but a source of hope.

“ Second star on the right and straight on till morning”
-Peter Pan-

The boy who believed in happy memories. Who never grew up. And yet he thought us all a lesson we must never forget. Childhood and all its innocence must never be forgotten. Hold on to a happy thought and you will fly. That is the way we shall live and learn to live. Believing in a never-never land that apparently lives somewhere in our vast galaxy.

How many times in our desperate hour of need have our eyes searched heavenwards and screamed for answers? Every single star in the sky looks down on us as we look up to them. They see all. Its almost as if God’s many eyes are looking down on us and watching the world.


But also


Strange isn’t it to think that when we strive for our best we put it in a metaphor of reaching for the stars. For they seem to be the highest point of the world. Their glorious beauty captivates us all. To the young child who believes that all his wishes will come true on each star he wishes on. Or for the lover who hold hands under the sky making pledges that together is forever though forever never lasts. For a mother who prays to the sky that her daughter is safe. Or for a father to boast about his son. The stars have been here to witness all and are symbolic in our daily lives.

“What do stars do best?.....They shine”-stardust-

They shine with hope, beauty, grace integrity and love. They shine.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Ishveer: My baby brother.

Every time I see him I always see that same smile. Innocence,naive, a picture of perfection. I see a little boy whose dreams are a reality. Who enjoys the simple pleasures of life without wanting more. His smile the number one reason why we all smile.
Even as I'm writing this he's sitting there and watching me, eyes piqued and curiosity alive. Beautiful brown eyes. Cutest smile that is so free for everyone to see. But not once has anyone seen him cry. Even as a baby not once did he cry. And he's every ones child.
Best part about him is the fact that he can always tell when your upset or when you feel down. He's usually the only who can guess how anyone is feeling. he never judges against anyone. He can't. He doesn't understand why he simply can't believe the best about a person. He wants to believe the best about the world and he does.
Kindness, pure, honest,larger then life, with a big heart. I can find all the values the world lacks in this one boy,in all children.
Here he comes probably to ask a for story. The innocence of a child to find happiness in a simple children's story. I hide a tear for my disappearing childhood and pray to God that the world would learn from the people we call "children".

Saturday, September 8, 2007


The solo guitar comes in. You’re not prepared for what come next. BAM. It hits you. Listen to the words. I mean really listen too the words. Not just hum to the tune. Listen. So you think u can tell heaven from hell? Do really think u can? I wonder. Weirdly enough this questions hits half way base. Watching a man united game and the score is tied 0-0. Wait there he goes. He shoots….. HE SCORES!! Wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t?

Song in question is of course by my favorite band, Pink Floyd. Wish You Were Here. Listen to it. Think about what he is singing about. Listen to the bass. I mean really listen. What pops up in your mind the minute you here the first question. If u don’t have the song, just imagine someone asking you to spot the obvious differences between heaven and hell. But honestly is there a difference? Is there truly a difference between mount Everest and mount Kinabalu? I mean they are both mountains for Christ sake.

Why does mankind imagine differences and that shun those who are different from what is referred to as the norm of society? Why the colour is black associated with bad and the colour white associated with good? Why is it that we think of different ways to look at things when quite frankly everything is the same? Why is it that everyone insist that we are different and unique when we all come from the same all mighty?

Thing is we as man kind are afraid of differences. Try something new. Like instead of going with the norm of your workplace, try something different. Instead of wearing the colour blue all the time why not try the colour pink? Oh pinstripes instead of polka dots? Granted the management might want to send you on the next trained too crazy town but hey its u we are talking about not the rest of the world. So what the heck someone calls you a fool. It’s their problem not yours.

So what’s the true difference u can make? Remember the guy that score in that man u game? What if he hadn’t? There would be no beer parties no cause of celebration. Similar the opposition would have nothing too commiserate over. One goal had all that many things to change. Then we have politics where every vote counts. One vote and the political party in control can change. And that vote could be you.

How does all this fit in differences? Simply because that is what’s different. There is so many ways describing it yet so little too talk about. So how do we talk about it? Simple. It’s abundant all around us. Through music, racism and political debates. So now what do we do about it? Nothing. We just realize that there is little difference but also embrace the fact that we can make a difference. Make sense? Thought so. =P

Friday, September 7, 2007

Hey there....Here are some of the poems I've written... all are original and of different me what you think!! Peace.


The morning light creeping
Birds a chirping
The world alive
A breathe taken at every minute
A brand new beginning
Not yesterday’s sorrows nor disappointments
Nor tomorrows worry nor thousand questions
Nor little frown nor high monsoon
Just a minute without treason, crap or gloom.
A moment of peace
Where the entire world can wait
The silence heard so comforting
Nothing says no or yes
Nothing says just do your best
Just a second of emptiness if you will
A moment where the world is cool
Before reality sinks in before the truth is felt
Those are the true seconds
The separates heaven form hell.

"Soldiers Tears"

Another sunset has come too pass
The last bullet dies
The thousands screaming are silenced
I walk with neither a smile nor sigh
The rain falls down
Washing the blood off the field
How did these thousand die?
For a one misunderstanding
For million deaths
Brings a bout a billion lives
So what is the truth?
Truth seems all beyond
Is killing a husband a father a brother a child?
Is that justice at all?
For the widowed bride that sits and weeps
At every bullet I had sowed
For the wounded child that cries aloud
Cos daddy’s never coming home?
For the sisters tears come down in torrents
Unable to feel a brothers protection
A mother tears with courage
Hoping to see her sons return
For a war based on colour race and religion
I feel like I lost a thousand brothers
What is truly the jihad?
A thousand innocent lives lost for no reason?
Are we all brothers and men of god?
If we kill each others existence?
What is the future we build for tomorrow
If we build a future at all?
I walk through the desolate field
And here silence
The after feeling of death
For neither tears nor sighs nor groans
Nor laughs or smiles a plenty
Just a feeling of nothing in between
Sunset and sunrise
Cos tomorrow it continues
Again and again
Tomorrow never dies in this field my friend
I kill to live they kill too live
So what is life at the end?
For if death comes on swift wings
Dropping like pink mist
Down from heavesn peak to hells core
For neither today no tomorrow will save us
And now is forgotten
The true heroes of the battle field
Are those who run a way
For running away is the secret
To saving more lives today
A vacuum of silence
I’ve left my heart at home
For home is where it belongs
I wonder how will it be tomorrow
Will I see another sunset?
The mist falls as the stars shine
I look and pray to the divine
So that I’ll live to see another day
To see my son laugh
To watch my wife smile
To free my sister from all hells boys
To say I love you to my mom
One last time
Before my last sunset comes
Tonight I shall sleep
If I sleep at all that is
For tomorrow may be my last
From a father a husband
A brother and a child
I bid the world farewell

"A Little Piece Of Heaven"

Our fingers entwine
My hand on your heart
We whisper we talk
We sing our favourite song
Then silence
Nothing said
Just the sound of heartbeats
No I won’t speak
Cause silence is when we speak the most
The sky above so vast
A single speck that’s what we are
But in that silence
You make me feel the worlds mine
Mine too conquer mine for the taking
I need not worry for tomorrow
As long as I know you are there
Even if the world was at an end
All I’ll truly need is your hand
The silence broken by a drop
Then another and another
We get wet but what the heck
These are the moments that truly count
The heavens are crying
Not in pain and suffering
But in the beauty of two people
Able to share one thing in common
That one thing the world needs
That one piece of magic that truly exists
Nothing needs to be said or told
Its there in front of us as the tale goes.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

One heck of a gal!!

(my sis on the left and me on the right)

It’s a lift

No a looking tower

No it’s a lift

Looking tower


Looking tower!!

And it goes on and on and on. Neither of us win.

Every time we pass that building we always have the same argument. Its an ovelish sort of building with windows on its side. Each time we cycle or drive pass that area we begin bickering on which it is. And we continue bickering until mom or dad gives us a telling off for squabbling.

That’s one of the MANY things my sis and me fight about. And trust me there’s a lot more from where that came from.

My sis and me have always been two sides of the same coin. Take our profiles for example.

Pevinder(my sister):
Dead logical. Only smiles when the joke makes sense in her eyes. Needs her eight hour sleep or she’ll be cranky. Loves learning new things. Love staying at home. A TV addict. Also addicted to games, chocolate and cars. Rarely reads and writes. Always is the top two in her class. Responsible and has a fun personality but shows it to a rare few. Very shy person.

Creative mind. Forever smiling and giggling. Can be really annoying. Survives on two hours of sleep daily but takes a twelve hour nap on Sundays. Forever on the move attending camps, family gatherings or just dancing in her own room. Hates the TV with a passion preferring to watch DVD’s on her comp or going out to the cinema. Reads too much and writes a lot. Plain crazy. Don’t ask about her position in class. Outgoing person.

Yet we are the best of friends. We argue a lot but we make up faster then ever. She’s fun to be around and can be a bubbly person. I love her to bits and I always will. Life is sometimes the best when you share it with your best friends and it gets better when your best friend is your sister. There’s a huge different between friends and buddies. Buddies encourage you too jump of the cliff. Friends stop you from doing that. My sis has been with me through thick and thin. Even when the world left me alone she was there to hold my hand. And I love her for it. I always have and always will.

There’s a funny thing that always happens when we fight. My mom always says. “Can’t you guys just be buds?”

No way

We will always remain as FRIENDS!!

FYI we still haven’t found out whether that oval building is a looking tower or a lift. Somehow I just wanna leave it that way =P

Carpe Diem

“We are food for worms lads”

That’s what the professor tells them in one of the most heart wrenching films I have come too love. Carpe diem. Seize the day. The moment. The second. The movie? Dead poets society.

Ok I'm not going to go into detail about the movie because its something that needs too be watch to be truly appreciated. But what I am going to do is to talk about this one scene that means more to me then anything else.

So the proff takes them into this trophy kind of room and then asks one of the boys to recite the following verse

Gather ye rose buds while ye may
While time is still a flying
and this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

Then he goes on to say that the Latin word for the first line is carpe diem. So why does the poet say that?

Because we are food for worms lads.

Basically what the entire speech is about is telling the world that look life isn’t around forever. One day we will all stop breathing. One day we will not exist. So whets the one thing we will leave behind? Our names, Our legacy and the things we did for society.

That is where the problem lays. The way I look at it there are to main categories of people.

1) You have the category that is so self absorbed in their work they forget too enjoy life as it passes. They forget to live for the moment and too appreciate what they all ready have not what they are searching for from their chasing of material things. They are remembered for working hard.
2) The category that is too self absorbed enjoying themselves that they forget to leave something behind. The right legacy. The thing that will help people to remember them except for being a bunch of noisy louts. They are remembered for wasting their time having fun.

You know the song remember me from the movie troy? Where Achilles wants to be remembered for what ever he has done. He goes too troy even though he knows it means his death because he want his name to be remembered.

People want to be remembered because they are afraid of being forgotten. They are afraid of really dying. So they do things that make people remember them. Through generations. Through lives. Through stories.

The problem begins when people want so hard to be remembered that they forget to live their lives to the full. They forget to seize the day, the moment. The fraction in time when the world is at peace without war. When the world is just with itself.

That’s what the professor tries to tell them. He’s telling them that no matter what your still going to be dead. No matter what you do life is going to end. So live it to the max while you can. Appreciate beauty. Appreciate the thing around you. Even monstrosity in its own way is beautiful. Its unique. Its life.

Living life is not about living for others. Its about finding your dreams and living it. Its about living the life you have always wanted to live. Its about being yourself no matter what you do.

Ok here I need to clarify one MAJOR THING. This is NOT a rebellious act. I repeat it is ABSOULUTELY NOT a rebellious act. I am not asking the world to drop everything and then want the world to work on its own. We all have rules to follow and we have too otherwise the world will be in chaos.

What I mean to say is that this is your life. Grab hold of it. Make a difference for yourself. Make something out of yourselves. Live your life in the way that you really want too. Ask yourself is what I’m doing really my choice? Is what I’m doing really the thing I want to do?

This is life. Life is about seizing chances. Seizing the day. Carpe diem. And that’s a choice all of us have to make.

So what are we going to do now? Live to be remembered by the living? Or live for life itself.?

That the choice we all need to make. A choice that will differentiate the true winners and the true losers of life.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Sanity lost for a temporary time duration of 7 minutes

“ Its ok to get an E for geography” goes my mom

OK before the next blogger shouts in utmost surprise and before someone takes a screw driver with an extra pair of screws to screw my head back on properly let me tell you that I was in a perfect state of mind at that moment of time because of the fact that it was the last day of my exams and I was looking forward to finishing of my exam paper.(my mom had also already had her morning dose of caffeine and was wide awake when she told me this)

So here I am trying to eat something before the grand finale of my exams and my mom surprisingly told me that yeah its ok to fail my geo.

“Huh?!?” was my first reaction. My face resembled something to the likes of a fish out of water

And my mom repeated herself.



And again


And again

And the process repeated until the message finally sank in.

“Wait mom you sure brownie didn’t bite you too hard or something?”

Yup goes my mom again.

Weirdeness with my mom is a very very very very very very very very very


So just to double check I asked my sister to stand in the room with her both her ears open.

Mom just rolls her eyes’ cackles and then says
“I’m going too change my mind if you say it again.”

Ok ok so I shut up then.

Yeah I did. Another rare moment.


Some are weird and some painful. Some are happy others are tearful. But each and every moment is worth more then anything. Each and every moment is cherished. All for different reasons. All for different stancses.

This was probably my most loved moment because it was a time when my entire family was sitting down(my dad as well but he was too dumbfounded to speak) and also a time when my mom temporarily lost her sanity. The sheer beauty of it was awesome. These are the memories and the fun I always remember having and the kind of things that I will always keep with me because even if I have nothing in the world I’ll always have the few things that no one can take away. My faith, The lord and my memorable moments.

Those are the true reasons why I always cherish all my moments. Because these moments will never leave me. Not truly anyway.
(by the way mom regained her sanity after the exam and threatened me somewhat less then the death sentence if I didn’t pass. Fourtunately I still got my A. Another thing to always keep with me

Tuesday, August 7, 2007


Hey so this is the first ever blogpost I'm handing over here and i neither know what I'm going to put here nor wonder how long these postings will keep up. =P Let see how long things last shall we? So whats my first post gonna be? wanna know? really want to know?
ok ok enough of humourless jokes. so what is sometimes? It is just that. Sometimes. Basically refers to the moments when we have no other explanation for. A collective noun for those uncountable momments.
For me though, sometimes refers to the times i missed out on saying 'hey whats up?' or 'how you doing mate?' To me its those missed opportunities from which i felt that i could have said something more or said something less. Those times when i felt silence would speak more then words. Those are my sometimes
Thing is I will never get those 'sometimes' back. Those moments I lost will never return. Which add even more to my fear, the fear of losing someone without telling them how much i truly cared. Saddest thing is that these 'sometimes' will never return.
I have yet too lose a loved one and God forbid should it happen anytime soon. One such example is my grandmum. She's not going to be around for long. Yet something still stops me from going up to her giveng her a hug and just saying how much i love her.
I take comfort in knowing thant in some way or the other i will stop my 'sometimes' from growing. I can never make it shrink. I can stunt its growth. Thats the lucky thing about 'sometimes'. So here goes nothing.
till the next time we meet.
adioz sayonara and alvida