when you don't care what they all think ......

....and do what you want to do
drowning in a passion - that knows no bound
setting the limits - that you wish kept going
knowing a world - which you create every day
you make the rules - you pave the way
oh what life - each day you'd yearn
to see more of it - to count every sun

I thank thee o Lord - 'coz you've been kind
to have made me see my own dreams unwind
Today I care for those that I loved
since the day I knew senses I'd seen them by me
Then 23 years later you gave me another
shining guiding sun - inspiring me, holding my hands
lest I slip.
I'll see thee too - everyday I pray
Thanking you in silence for moulding my today!

How about if we live for passion and let passion help live?

Let me reach there just for the heck of it

I hope life’s not just some random buzz!
Would we, if we’d not known death - that it stood by some lean corner of life, that it’d let me be for a long time maybe - tread?

Would we strain n toil n stretch to reach that gold line – quick, If we’d not known that there’s a stop somewhere?

Makes me wonder!

Are we better than animals, or worse? Can we graze on for hours, or just laze in the sultry sun, or just be? I’ll work if I want to work. Not ‘coz I need to. Not ‘coz there’s an armed guardian on the loose. What’s life? A rough ride to earn a few comforting alms?
It makes me sick.
I’d rather be born a cheetah, or a viper, or a rat, maybe, than be reduced to a slave.

I’d do my research, n not worry about anything else. Teach when I want to, and when I deem it fair.

Went to my 1st faculty meeting at IIMB.
Was lucky to have caught it just 2 days after joining
Got a hang of their expectations n mine just in time to set in quick. It was a warm welcome to the new one.

I sat in the concentricity of that room, between the waffled layers, enthused by the fact that it was my 1st meet. Would I add value? I was confident before I began. Then it sank in. I'd have to rush to prove my worth. Show the numbers!

Numbers for what? How would I enumerate quality? The idea was precisely that. There’s a number up on the board somewhere. Bold and looming. Reach that and you’ll be appraised.
So quality goes down the drain? Or is it queued up in the end somewhere? I want to swirl through the dimensions that I have set foot on and then to places new. I want to explore in crevices that set a spark in my little brain, humbled in this sea of enlightened educationists. I feel dwarfed by their achievements; most of them. Respect!

But I want to explore to my heart’s content; am working precisely on the track that I had declared before I was chosen. Let me set my own limits. Believe!

And then I ask myself: Can I latch on for some time and set my niche before the numbers get me?

I met a sweet one today. Happy and enthused. Work! That’s what she does. ‘Coz she loves it. I felt strengthened. Capabilities of mine? Oh, yes, I am yet to prove them to myself 1st. There’s a dense desire in me to aim and see what my best shot’s worth.

Let time make me buoyant with a cohort that I can look up to. That’d make me run that extra mile with a smile on my face and a sparkle in my eyes. A rectangular cube and a desk, is not where I want to squeeze into. I want the world for me, with arms opened wide, waiting to give me a warm beginning.