Friday, November 14, 2008


I have a speck in my eye. Literally inside my eye. It is one of the floating things you see when you look at the clear blue sky. There are many other specks in my eyes that float around, but this one is prominent. It is dark unlike the other specks and it is bigger too.

I see this speck. It moves when I move my eyes. It goes up. It goes down. And left. And right. It is there. It annoys me.

I look at the mountain before me. Beautiful and green. Bluish too? Cloud-capped peaks. A sliver of white tucked in its folds. A waterfall. A portion of the mountain spotlighted by a beam of sunlight.

I have a choice. To focus on the ever present speck.

Or to drink in the beauty of the mountain.

I cannot do both, for one always clouds the other.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Of bus breakdowns and shooting stars...

Mind has a way of remembering the out-of-the-way things as opposed to the normal, run-of-the-mill things. And these out-of-the-way things are what become milestones in our memory lane…

…like a bus break-down. And the clear dark sky outside. And the spotting of a shooting star dart across that clear sky.