Sleep.. its always less for me..

As I lay here in bed
The only thing I dread
Is when I wake up tomorrow
And wish for the feeling of sleep

As I finally rest from my long days of work
There is no more ache in my legs
As I lay in my cloud bed
I rest my head on nothing but air
As I drift in to sleep
It feels like happiness is in the air

I can’t feel my body
As I can only dream good dreams
For I love the feeling of sleep
As sleep hit its highest point
I’m no longer responsive
For this is the feeling of sleep

As I descend from my sleep
The ache comes back
as if I never fell asleep
seven hours have passed
but it felt like one hour

this is the one thing
that I long for
and that is the feeling of sleep

Holi Hai !!

Holi aati yaad dilati
Pichli kitni Holi

Vo bachpan vali Holi
Vo gubbaro ki Holi

Vo doston wali Holi
Vo gujiyo wali Holi

Vo thumko wali holi
Holi aati yaad..

Har Holi albeli hoti
Holi aati hume batati
jane kitne raj dikhati
Holi aati rang lagati

Holi aati gale lagati
Aakar sab ko nahelaati

Tann mann ka vo mail hatati
Holi aati yaad dilati
Pichli kitni Holi

Holi aati yaad dilati
Rango se tann mann sahlati
Bheege bheege geet sunati
Pichkaari se rang barsaati

Holi aati yaad dilati
Pichli kitni Holi

Holi Hai !!

The trees smile with their sprout
of tender leaves and blooming flowers,
Eternal nature with its transient expression.
Hails spring with ecstasy and joy!
Bewildering shades with so many tinge.
The land of beauty and greatness,
India, witnessing color of happiness and peace.
Nation come alive to enjoy the spirit
A celebration of color - Holi!
An experience of content, harmony and delight.

Holika burns amidst merriment and mirth.
Evil overpowered by love and devotion.
A festival to commemorate 'Ras Lila'-
an enduring love saga of Radha and Krishna.

Gulal - red, green, yellow and countless.
A day's canvas - a riot of colors.
Lively crowd running hither and thither,
Rainbow of colors, dashing from every nook and corner.
Disregarding their woe and despair fervent folks,
rejoicing at the marvel of colors.
A day filled with luster and gaiety,
A day to smear our dreams-
With a splash of vibrant frenzy colors.
Holi Hai ! A spring of unbounded fun and frolic !!

10 things I really love about R-Day.

The parade may not have changed much over the years, but I still love it, says satirist Vir Das.

I am a very patriotic guy. I am one of the many people who watch the Republic Day parade on Doordarshan with a huge lump in my throat and an inherent belief that I live in the greatest country in the world.

I love every part of the Republic Day parade - I love that it's long; I love that it's diverse, I love that it’s perfectly coordinated, I love that there are errors and yes… I also love that it is pretty much the same always. The parade is bit like the wedding season in Delhi…sure the colours may change a bit, it may take 10 hours instead of 9.5 one year, the music might get a tad livelier…but at the end of the day, you know what to expect. There will be slim missiles, huge fat tanks, some dancing, some floating…and eventually, the police will show up. Here are a few of my favourite things:

1. I love the floats, but let's not forget that they are supposed to be a true representation of the respective state, so I sometimes secretly wish they were a little more in tune with youthful reality. I wish the Goa float had rave music and perhaps that it couldn’t drive in a straight line or maybe just showed up late because it was taking a nap. I wish the Kerela float, for once, showed someone getting a massage; I wish the Haryana float was about 30 sleepy kids on the phone talking to annoying foreigners; I wish the Gujarat float was a bunch of guys looking very sober; I wish the Mumbai float was stuck in traffic, and I wish the Delhi float had huge speakers and was trying to overtake the other floats on the wrong side.
2. I must confess that I do like watching the tanks and the missiles go by. The reason I love watching them is because I realize how long it's been since any of them were fired. Peace, it seems, is what I cherish most about watching our entire arsenal go by. It's like watching Sunny Deol walk down the street - he looks kind of chilled, but you never forget that he’s still got the 2.5-kilo hands.
3. I love it when the Delhi police come by doing acrobatics on their bikes, but then again, I have seen couples on reclamation bridge in Mumbai and North Campus in Delhi accomplish far greater acrobatic feats on motorcycles. These ‘real roadies’ as I call them would make a great addition to the parade. Constable Paresh and Inspector Yadav are just as entertaining as Roydon from Bandra and Fatema from Dadar.
4. I also like watching the schoolchildren perform, and I like it when they perform to traditional music. This is one area in which I don’t want the parade to be an accurate representation. The thought of watching a platoon of 300 Indian children with American
   accents, European haircuts, texting each other on Japanese cellphones - remix is a little too much for my patriotic sensibilities.
5. I love the horses but can we do something about the poop please? I know they can't help it, I know they’re sweet and majestic animals, I know it's damn tough to ride them, but I also know that the Kathakali dancer coming up next is supposed to look a little more cheerful, her feet aren’t meant to stick to the floor, and under ideal circumstances…she should be able to breathe!
6. I love the fact that we put the bravery award winners 30 feet above the ground on top of elephants and test their bravery a little more.
7. I love when the Doordarshan cameras cut away to politicians and powerful people in VIP seats. It's good to catch the leaders of our country freezing, napping, yawning, scratching, picking, burning, tanning, daydreaming, gossiping or simply zoning….and in some very very very rare cases…grooving.
8. I love the commentators on Doordarshan. Their mad excitement, advanced pitch modulation capacity and sheer dramatic skills make golf commentators sound like opera singers.
9. I love watching the foreign chief guest sit next to our President and Prime Minister, pretending to understand every aspect of the parade. They have never seen a country with so many colours and so much diversity, and it shows. The look on their face is usually the combination of a three-hour Phd lecture and an acid trip.
10. That’s why I love the parade, it’s always the same, but so are the people who watch it on TV. It takes time, but it's Indian Standard Time. It takes up your entire morning, but it’s a very very good morning. Happy Republic Day!

ANOTHER TIME, SAME PLACE | India’s first Prime Minister, Jawaharlal Nehru receives the British queen on Rajpath for the 1961 parade. President Rajendra Prasad is seen alighting from the state carriage.

--Taken from TOI

Childhood Games

On your Birthday, let’s play a game,
Your rolling eyes, perceive it as lame.
Remember when, you were a child,
Soiled playground days, exceptionally wild.

Dodgeball and horse,
Required some Force!
Unique jump-rope rhymes,
Oh, those were the times.

During Hide and Seek,
We knew you would peek.
When Simon would say to touch your nose,
He did mislead, and you learned to oppose.

Snakes and Ladders would never end,
Near the finish, always descend.
Spin the Bottle during early teens,
What was the brand of your ripped up jeans?

On your Birthday, let’s play a game,
I promise you, it might be lame.
Cheer up and smile, never grow old,
Act like a kid, youthfully bold.

Young at Heart

Happy birthday young at heart,
So many decades, where to start?
With energy, like that pink bunny,
You make us look lazy, that’s not funny!

Never-ending old school ways,
Filled with stories, to Amaze!
Listening has been lost with age,
You belong on theatre stage.

If you manage to forget,
We’ll remind you, don’t you fret.
Happy birthday young at heart,
Smile with joy, you old fart.

Life’s Journey

It only happens once each year,
Book the train and pack your gear.
Your destination seems unknown,
As you sit there, all alone.

Something internal, in a rush,
Just like the toilet, we usually flush.
Constantly staring at the clock,
Are you waiting for your flock?

Savour the moment, don’t wait for the end,
Nobody knows, if you may extend.
Journey divided into equal parts,
Today is another, we’ll add to the charts.

Your train has left, from the town of birth,
Hopefully located, on planet earth.
The next stop, might seem the same,
It shall reveal, what you became.