The world as I see

Only yesterday I was wondering about wonderful Moon.As most kids in India, I knew it as Chanda Mama or Uncle Moon, till I grew up to understand the more scientific reason behind its existence.Yes, that sounds hilarious but we in India have a name for everything and everyone.Whether it is animals, trees, plants, lakes, rivers, mountains, heavenly bodies or anything else you can think of , it is considered holy,will have a name and some mythological story attached to it.Bottom line is you have to have respect for all. That is how in India a milkman is dhoodh wala bhaiya (elder brother selling milk) or vegetable vendor is kaka (uncle) and anybody you meet on streets and ask for address have to be addressed as uncle or aunty. But wherever you are ,whenever you look up in the sky during dusk or night, you see this familiar object, up in the sky, watching you all the time, smiling to you as if it knows all your secrets and all you have been upto. But this moon is visible to us in its diffe

It was year 2004, when I boarded my train to Bangalore,waving to my parents on the platform.This was not the first time I was going away from home, but those two pair of eyes watching me intently, from the platform, were filled with all worries and apprehensions. I came back to my seat and looked around to see whom I was travelling with, and I saw a friendly looking couple smiling at me,I smiled back.After some introduction, we finally settled in our spaces. I started with my book...Wings of Fire...but at the back of my mind there were thousands of thoughts from my past and worries about my future which kept on clouding my mind, as I skimmed through my book.After some time I was completely into the book and I travelled along with it. The train journey to Bangalore was a long one and I kept on taking breaks from my book.I watched the world outside.The train kept on moving as does this life....crossing through the green fields, then some barren land over the bridges making so much nois