It goes down the hill bumping.. 

unfettered, from all the shackles emancipating.. 

 sometimes bruised by the undulations,nothing it needs 

Sometimes caressed by the velvetty flowers Sometimes tickled by the outgrown wild weeds 

 Gusts of winds aiding it in the mirthful odyssey

 There is no one stopping it..no looking back.finally.. 

 It belonged to the hill unknown It is liberated now.. It is the rolling stone... 

 How good it would be to be like a rolling stone ?

 Carefree roll down the undulated hill ... Breakfree ...you have arrived..let the world be known...

Rainy Day ...

Rain God's fury knew no bounds that day. Whole of the 100 feet road was submerged in a heavy deludge of water. It was raining like cats and dogs. My cab dropped me at the Airtel showroom on 100 feet road. The rain had no signs to abate so i decided to take an auto to my house. Everyday I used to cover that distance walking only.After several refusals, cold looks exchanged, exhorbiant prices being quoted by the auto men, finally admist all these I found an angel and that is what I would say because he already had a passenger inside, he agreed to take me in and charged ony Rs.20 .I was aready drenched. I muttered to myself " what a good man ?...God is still there ...good people with principles is still not a rare species "

As I sat inside I grappled in my bag for my purse pondering if I would have any change. I did not want to be of any trouble to him or get more drenched looking for change in that heavy downpour. To my dismay I had a Rs500 note. I reached outside my house and before getting down handed him a Rs.500 note for a fare of Rs. 20. with an expression of immense guilty. I was almost ready to hear " madam...change illa ..please change kodi ". My ears and eyes seemed to defy what my mind said. As soon as I handed him the note waiting for it to be returned, in a fraction of a second i had the rest of the 480 Rs. in my hand.

Dreanched in rain and drenched in the goodness of the automan i just took the folded bundle of notes and shoved them in my bag purse and stepped out of the auto, all this while so thankful to him and for a moment I wanted to change my perception of the Bangalore autowalas.

I happily marched towards my house charged to narrate the story of the goodness of the autowala. Next morning I got up and opened my purse for something and thought of opening the bundle of notes and keeping them in place properly. As I unfolded the bundle, I failied to feel the thickness of a hundered ruppee note. ( Iam a rich girl ,that is why I can feel and judge :P ) It felt like a flimsy piece of paper. As I unfolded completeley and had a look my head went into circles for a moment as the ever victorious, invincible, the undertaker, on whose entry lights went off, seemed to smirk and mock at me. Where was our father of the nation? If it was "ruppee" and a wrestler had to appear on the note then our DaraSingh is no less than undertaker. The automan had cheated me :(. His innocent face flashed in front of my eyes. He had handed me fake notes,infact those note cant be called fake notes also. It would mean looking down upon all the mafia who work days in and out to create those fake notes. That auto man's children must have bagged them with some "bubble gum " and he gave them to me for free to play :)

That is an incident which happened last year same time when it used to rain religiously in the evening as if the sun works nine to six and then hands over the evening shift to rain God. Now it is the same time of year again :). Rainy season is always that time of the year with which one can associate many such days, many such incidents which at that time felt like another mundane day but left an indelible impression or got imprinted on the canvas of your mind.

2020!

God was dexteroulsy busy in creating the world. Besides him sat an angel pondering over something. God's lips curved into a smile which said he knew what reigned on his mind. The angel said " God, in your world every country you created has some flaw, something missing, some trouble. Like some country is all scorching desert, some has people who are not good, some has sun for six months in a year only, but this conutry India has nothing which I can say is missing. It has six seasons, lush green plains, desert, water on three sides, mountains, people are also so good at heart, diverse culture..etc etc." God smiled and said " LOOK AT THE NEIGHBOURS".
Thats true. One the east side India has Pakistan ready to wage a war. One the western part sits Bangladesh who India helped to get liberated and it helps India's enemies. In the North lies China and the 1962 war is enough to depict how good a neighbour they are. And finally in the south we have Srilanka
Nostradamus made a prophecy that India would be a super power in 2020. Somehow despite all the dubious neighbuors and the internal disputes I feel India would be a super power. Long time back when this prophecy was made people would have never imagined to be living by 2020 hence never paid heed to it but now the time has come and many of us might live to see it.
I say so because if we see Pakistan is already in flames of the fire set by its own people. Its a war Pakistan vs Pakistan. Srilanka also is facing civil wars and riots. Truly said that one always falls in the traps created for someone else. Pakistan today is suffocating in its own creation along with America to beat Russia " The Taliban ".
Now some one will say how can India replace the super power, the USA. I would say that election of Barrak Obama is the turning point in India's journey to that goal. Obama's govenment denies rebate to companies who outsource or do not recruit American Nationals. This will hinder brain drain which was the major factor which led US progress at our expense. If all the IIM and IIT graduates would stay in India and use all their expertise for India's developement then I can for sure see that dream realise. We can already see many sucn techies who would have gone to the US and served them, opening Start ups some of them indulge in real commendable researches and development. Many are entering into government jobs also.
Thats just a very optimistic view and eleven years is too short a span for a developing country with the second largest population in the world, high corruption level, poverty to reach the zenith and rule the world, but still thats a dream which I would want to realise and I would want to live to see. I write this so that if "LUCK BY CHANCE" we are the SUPER POWER I,would want to reiterate this piece of writing.