Return to Innocence

That's not the beginning of the end

That's the return to yourself

The return to innocence

Love - Devotion

Feeling - Emotion

Don't be afraid to be weak

Don't be too proud to be strong

Just look into your heart my friend

That will be the return to yourself

The return to innocence

If you want, then start to laugh

If you must, then start to cry

Be yourself don't hide

Just believe in destiny

Don't care what people say

Just follow your own way

Don't give up and use the chance

To return to innocence

55 Rupees

The omlette is in my hand. I am barely able to hold it as it has just come from the pan. I try to press it inside the bread. Somebody pats me on the back before I take the first bite. I turn around to find a man in his late 30's looking straight in my face. He does not say anything for sometime.

We are just looking at each other. I look in his eyes. They are red. Suddenly i can see the transition from red eyes to wet eyes. He asks me " Saahib you have 55 rupees? " I get annoyed when someone older than my age calls me a saahib but somehow i have acclimated myself to this word as it is very much a part of the IT industry.

I ask him why does he need 55 rupees. He says that his mother is down with some disease and it to undergo an operation in Mumbai which is the other day. He has to reach Mumbai at any cost but he is falling 55 rupees short to buy the ticket. He says it has been 5 hours he has been begging on the railway station platform but nobody has helped him. He says " Saahib i will wash your feet and drink the water that has come off if you help me. I will do anything you say. Please give me 55 rupees." I am surprised and shocked to hear his story and the statement he just made. It had never happened to me earlier.

I take out a hundred rupee note as i donot have change and give it to him. He sees it as if it is the biggest treasure that he has ever had found in his life. Its his ticket to Mumbai... to reach his mother. He takes the note and reaches a TC standing nearby and buys the ticket. He then turns back hugs me and falls at my feet. I put the omlette aside and pick him up. He is still crying. He looks at the omlette and i am assured that he has not eaten anything since a long time. I buy him an omlette and appease him by saying that everything will go well.

The train sounds the alarm. It is time for me to get back in. We depart and i get back in my window seat. My eyes are wet and they are still peeping out of the window to get a glance of the man. I will never forget this moment. He has disappeared in the crowd......

I am the hIghWay

Pearls that swim the rift of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow I feel
For anything I feel yea

I am not your rolling wheels
I am a highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

Friends and liars
Dont wait for me
Cause Ill get on
All by myself
Put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the sky here
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
The night

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet rag
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightining
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night