I LOVE YOU. Just three words. Spoken innumerous times. Time and again people have used these three words to express the feeling inside their heart, mind & body—the feeling of love.What it is to be in love? How does it happen? When do you know that it is Love? Writers/Poets have written/rewritten to describe this feeling of LOVE. Still nothing concrete has been reached so far.What & How, I have no cue as I am naive When do you know that it is Love? Consider: I LOVE YOUI & U are 2 people in this sentence. “I” Loves “you” & it is about feeling of I. To maintain the wisdom of LOVE “you” reciprocates same feelings by repeating “I Love You” where “You” become “I” & “I” becomes “You”.When two people become mirror to each other, they are in love. What say?

I often wonder why we Indians are so accommodating… everything is a matter of adjusting. For instance when the roads are full of potholes and you suspect that half the money meant for the repairs and maintenance have been pocketed by someone “responsible”, what do we do!! Well, just negotiate the potholes as best as we can and forget that we are after all a tax paying public. When the municipal water supply has failed for the umpteenth day we look for tankers to get hold of water. Have you been to a government hospital ever… have you inhaled the stench that emanates there from? Once I had the misfortune of visiting someone in one of the Medical College Hospitals (won’t name it). It was a shocking experience, there was blood on the steps, filth everywhere one looked and more patients were coming out as cadavers than alive(can’t vouch for that)I suspect. Ha-ha and what about newborn babies being eaten up by dogs. Are we humans or what?? Are we going to keep on accepting being treated like third class citizens, are we not going to even demand the basic amenities from our own government. Are we indeed living in an independent Democratic country? To me it seems we are still bonded, bonded to the whims and fancies of the government.


Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,”Hi”
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.