The Biggest and The Longest Dream

I remember the first time I saw a teenager score a wonder goal against a commendable Argentina side. You guessed it right, the teenager was none other than Michael Owen. Back then, football was just like a motion picture for me but I liked what he did. I would like to keep it short and not beat around the bush. Michael Owen is the reason I started supporting Liverpool Football Club. Since the early 21st century, I went through a lot of ups and downs being a Liverpool fan, but that is what makes me a Liverpool fan. Life is not supposed to be perfect. I remember Gerard Houllier, the Liverpool boss who built a team with a group of passionate lads. He signed some of my favourite players. Hyypia, Baros, Hamann and a few more.

In 1998 another teenager debuted for Liverpool Football Club and the rest is history. Steven Gerrard made me cry and smile at the same time. I, as a football player always tried to emulate what he did. The night at Istanbul was one of those nights that every football fan craves for. The little child in me always wanted to meet Gerrard especially after that goal against Olympiakos that saw us through. The incredible noise at Istanbul after we were 3-0 down at the stroke of half time against the legendary A.C Milan side. We won our fifth Champions League trophy and the moment when Stevie G lifted the trophy, I was not being able to control my emotions.

My mission for Anfield started as early as 2001-02 when I realised that St John was right, "There's no noise like the Anfield noise".

Anfield Experience.

I am in the U.K for the past 5 days and I saved my Anfield visit for the match day. I was staying in Manchester which is one bus(one hour) away from Liverpool.
It was a 5:15PM kickoff and so I had a lot of time to reach Anfield. I got out from Manchester as soon as possible, as early as 10A.M in the morning. I took a National Express to Liverpool via Manchester Airport. After 45-50 mins I could see familiar things. I saw Liverpool Echo, Liverpool One. I reached Albert Dock followed by the Liverpool One Bus station. I could wait no longer. "Sir, What is the best way to reach Anfield?", I asked an officer who are the best people out here. "Take bus no. 26 from stand 4 my boy and have a great time", replied an aged voice who knows how it feels to visit Anfield. So I waited with a group of Liverpool fans at the mentioned stand. I could already feel the atmosphere and was not in the right mood to talk sense. The bus came and as expected I dropped my coinsfrom the wallet and I was already speechless to realise the fact that I'm travelling with The Famous Kopites to Anfield. The bus had an upper deck but I chose to sit in the lower deck and I sat and thought about the fact that I'm actually travelling to Anfield. It took 15-20 mins to reach the place where I always wanted to be. I went down from the bus and stood watching the place like a little kid. I kept staring at it for more than 10mins, shook myself really hard to to believe that I'm actually standing in front of a very famous gateway with 3 champions league trophies on top. It read "Paisely Gateway" and the upper wall read "The Kop". I had moist eyes that searched for someone. Someone I can share my feelings with. I entered through the gate and looked straight and there he was, the man who gave a new life to Liverpool. I could not believe my eyes. I took a picture with the statue and headed towards the LFC store where I lost all my money to some of the coolest merchandise you can take home with you. The most notable one being the Official Matchday Scarf. I took an Expresso and a couple of Fish Sticks as I lost my appetite to some incredible match day scenes at Anfield. I walked towards the Centenary Stand and saw the most beautiful gate that read "You'll Never Walk Alone" . I took a picture of it and the beautiful gate gave my zero photography skill a whole new level. I saw people roaming around cladded in their red jerseys and jackets and scarves. I kept wandering around the stadium visiting the main stand followed by the Kop again. Then I saw a familiar face walking by the main stand and waiting to enter the Hospitality gate. I ran my heart out so that I could reach before he enters the stadium. I took a picture with none other than Dietmar Hamann. As soon as I was half dead, I decided to enter anfield and the rest I will try my best but words are certainly not enough to describe that feeling. It was incredible to say the least.

Anfield was buzzing with matchday thrill and people kept on pouring in numbers since the turnstiles were open. The setlist at Anfield sounded more familiar than anything else that day. "What's it like in Liverpool", "Three Little Birds"and my personal favourite "Fields of Anfield Road". I sang my heart out before I had a photography marathon session. People were always ready to help me get some of the best snaps. I had two extreme seats for the two games I went to watch. I had a 72nd row for the Stoke City game and a 4th row for the mouth watering Manchester City game. Suddenly I could see Mignolt and Karius warming up and getting ready for the game against Stoke. It was around 4 40-45 when the whole Liverpool team followed the footsteps of Henderson, greeted by 50000+ Kopites were on the field for a light warm up session. I could not belive my eyes when I saw my Liverpool Eyes practising in front of me. Firmino doing an elastico to put one past Mignolet, Milner sending a long ball to Lovren who received on his chest and put the ball in the box for Origi who sent it flying into the Kop End. It was still a dream for me.

At 5, the players went down the tunnel to get themselves ready for the kickoff. The Stoke City fans at the opposite side were trying to make some noise but 50000 Kopites were too loud for their comfort. The players were on the field at 5 10-12. Then came the most emotional moment of my life. The stadium palyed Gerry's You'll Never Walk Alone. I, somehow held on to my phone to capture a video of the whole thing. Tears rolled down my cheeks. After a long time I cried like a little child does when he/she fails to cope with his/her inhibitions. Goosebumps. Anfield screaming at the top of its voice. 1000s of scarves up in the air, electrifying atmosphere, highly hostile for any opponent. As soon as the whistle was blown, I lost myself in a dream that lasted for 90mins and the hangover will be a lifetime one. We won 4-1. My first game at Anfield and it turned out to be a one sided game for my team. I smiled, I cried, I shouted, I reveled, I jumped, I sang and I lived every moment. That night, after the game I returned home alone from Liverpool to Manchester. I was the happiest man on earth. I went back home and eagerly waited for the game against Manchester City.

Before the exciting game against the Cityzens, I had the privilege of entering anfield, because I had booked a museum tour. I was very lucky to get a brilliant guide who was known as Ray and he is a season ticket holder since 1967. He explained Anfield in a beautiful way. He shared all the history. We went in to the Legends Lounge, the seats right in front of the box office in the main stand. We went to Spion Kop where he shared all he knew about the very famous standing kop that has been forced to be a seated one since 1994. I sat on Jurgen Klopp's seat and had a few wonderful pictures clicked right beside the silky smooth pitch that was getting ready to host Man City in couple of days.

We had a one on one Q&A with Liverpool legend, John Aldirdge or Aldo. He is a golden boot winner and had won the first division with Liverpool. He shared all his experiences as a player and also shared his views regarding the current team. I had the opportunity of asking a couple of questions to him. Asking a question to John Aldridge? Yeah Right!. He signed my matchday program and also allowed me to click a picture with him. He shared some of the moments of his career that I'm going to cherish throughout the rest of my life.

After meeting Aldo I headed towards the Club Museum which had all the silverware and the sight was unbelievable. I saw all the jerseys of all the previous eras, even the one with the blue and white sides that Everton had left when they went to the other side of Stanley Park. Then came the 5th Champions League trophy that was won at Istanbul in 2005, it is the only original Champions League trophy in England. With Phill Thompson's commentary and guidance in my ears, I went around the museum with a scintillating sense of gratitude. I couldn't believe my eyes. I left the museum and left Anfield in the evening to catch a bus to Manchester.

31st December was a huge day for me as Liverpool locked horns with Manchester City at Anfield and I had a seat at the 4th row of Kop End. I could not control my excitement. I was totally charged up and was very excited to see the whole team pumped up for the big game. To be very honest, it was a very average game but thanks to a brilliant header by Wijnaldum we ended up with 3 points leaving Manchester City 4 points behind us. Anfield was at the top of its voice and it booed Raheem Sterling every time he had the ball in his feet. I had planned to leave one of my scarves at the Hillsborough memorial but unfortunately I dropped it somewhere inside the stadium and it was already too late to buy one from the club's store. I went out of Anfield with mixed emotions. We beat Manchester City and I was there inside the stadium singing with the Kop but that was probably the last time in many years to come that I was in front of Anfield. With a heavy heart I headed towards my next destination which was London.

The Beatles Story

We booked our Magical Mystery Tour for 29th of December. We reached Albert Dock as early as 10 30 A.M. Baffled at the scenic beauty, we headed towards our Beatles tour . The bus was right on time and from the time we had boarded the bus, we had been under the guidance of a man who knew everything about The Beatles. We visited Penny Lane, Strawberry Fields, Ringo's house, Paul's house, John's house and my favourite George Harrison's house. We were enjoying all the Beatles songs that were being played in the bus and they were in accordance with the places we were visiting. The Beatles were my childhood heroes and that idolism has not changed yet. I always wanted to make this tour possible. We ended our tour at The Cavern Club where we saw an extremely talented musician, Marc Kenny play some of the Beatles Classics along with his original "What's it like in Liverpool". The Beatles performed 292 times at The Cavern Club and the place was equipped with guitars and mementos from so many legendary musicians who had performed at that place before. We left The Cavern and went to the Goodison Park followed by my Mecca, Anfield. We left for Manchester again in the evening.

Bit of this and a Bit of that

I visited Old Trafford with my friend. We went inside the Lancashire stadium which is adjacent to Old Trafford. While my friend was watching Manchester United toy with Sunderland's defense, I was roaming around the city, drinking a glass of beer and hoping they would telecast the match somewhere but unfortunately the match was not telecasted that day. I went to Etihad and we boarded the Metrolink Tram services to visit both the stadiums within the city. We visited the English Lounge for a couple of drinks and met with an aged Evertonian who had a couple of things to tell me for obvious reasons. We went to Yates on the 31st night before boarding our bus to London. Christmas is very boring in the U.K and we screwed up a bit in order to reach Manchester. We booked our train from London Euston to Manchester in accordance with the IST and that cost us 27 pounds. We took an Airline bus to Oxford where my Subhayan offered us the best services and hospitality. We took a gamble and went out around 1 A.M at night. We were lucky enough to get two seats in a bus that was heading towards Blackpool via Liverpool which was sold out when we checked online. The bus took us to Liverpool from where it became really easy for us to reach Manchester.

We again screwed up, went to Island Gardens in London on 1st. We visited Emirates, Stamford Bridge and Wembley followed by The Big Ben as well as the London Eye but the rain had ruined most part of our visit to London. However, we went to Oxford again after missing out on the 9:20P.M bus which was full. We reached at 1 A.M and Subhayan was again very kind enough to let us have a very good night sleep at his place. We took a small tour of Oxford next morning where Subhayan became our guide and finally left for London Heathrow around 2P.M in the afternoon.

Small things that mattered a lot

Picadilly Gardens
Primark
Debbenham's
Metrolink Services
National Express
The classic black cabs

The weather was absolutely crazy. Too cold for an Indian. We surely had the time of our lives and would love to go back again as soon as possible but this time it will be a different time of the year. We had a very little glimpse of London, probably next time we will explore a lot of London.

And..

Etihad Airways is a stupid airline

"Beside the Hillsborough Flame
I heard a Kopite mourning
Why so many taken on that day?
Justice has never been done
But their memory will carry on
There'll be glory around the Fields of Anfield Road"

The Game

Empty roads and a lonely corridor
A weary seagull that flies no more
Gloomy afternoon by the river side
The clouds, where the moon tries to hide

Things will not be the same
 And I was lurking around in shame
This world we cannot tame
Cause we all are a part of the game

 Running down where the rivers echoed
The trail of tears that was often savoured
The crumbling sound of broken delusion
Rants of a vicious mind with a rabid vision

Things will not be the same
 And I was lurking around in shame
This world we cannot tame
Cause we all are a part of the game


A trembling sense of menace
Chasing shadows of sun rays
Faded colour of a spurned leaf
Whiffs of smoke at the shunned cliff

Things will not be the same
 And I was lurking around in shame
This world we cannot tame
Cause we all are a part of the game

Musings of a Self-Proclaimed Impostor

My mind is like a forsaken, dark empty vessel
often sets off in cruelty and trepidation
you call it severe dementia
you apprise me of all my misdemeanour
the stain in the bed sheet reminds you of all the lives that I have murdered

My body is like a swamp which you tried to thoroughly drain
It's an impassable venture for any previous conviction
It's a weird concoction of monsoon clouds under a bright autumn sky
sometimes it's that minute patch of brown soil in a large green field

My soul is like the stool I am trying to release for the past couple of hours
It's a poignant reminder of self-consciousness
a disarranged cluster of deceased minds
a strange force leading to unsolicited convolutions
or an abandoned silence trying to make love to emptiness

But you were smitten by this unsightly wanderer
Taken aback by my timely  crafty smile
along with quintessential articulation
failed to keep a track of my clandestine footsteps
As I refused to remove my hallucinatory mask

I've Heard the Silence Cry

A yellowed sheet and a fountain pen
The chugging sound of an empty train
Staring out at the winter rain
The sombre sky is in a lot of pain

You're a troubling sun that makes me squint
also a border river where I'd live in a tent
And I'm alone but I can't deny
I have heard the silence cry

You're an autumn's lovely breeze
you're the fire that refuses to cease
you're clad in a tattered gown
and you gaze at me with an eerie frown

You're a troubling sun that makes me squint
also a border river where I'd live in a tent
And I'm alone but I can't deny
I have heard the silence cry

What happens to our poems when we die?

They become a carcass for the ravens to feed on
or a long forgotten loner on the streets of kolkata
may be an origami at the corner of the table that was often ignored
a smile at the corner of a poor man's lips that's often overlooked

the verses take a walk down the memory lane
to the time when they were born
When the sheet smelt of fresh ink
murmured the chorus in symphony

some of them were born from a deceased mind
some were the flowers over a worn out soil
quite a few were a young child's dreams
the ones that were always undercover were about his ladylove

the wind and dust caressed the mind and soul
rustled like a juvenile's swaying skirt
but it did not want to be ridiculed and torn apart
but it was soon yanked into the void

Do they squabble over their master's loss?
do they cry silently and read themselves out as loudly as they can?
or are they happy to be lost travellers like unfettered holy spirits in the hills
What happens to our poems when we die?

That night when the sky was red

Like a river flowing another way
you were walking against the wind the other day
listening to the sound of rain
hoping it would wash away all the pain

Now you've been too far away for too long
Hope someday you listen to this song
and always remember what I said
that night when the sky was red

You're just a miracle the world has seen
through the eyes of an ordinary man
Waiting for the sun but the night is long
Hoping it would go away very soon

Now you've been too far away for too long
Hope someday you listen to this song
and always remember what I said
that night when the sky was red

Now you want me to say it once again
but this is going to drive me insane
I'm already a wounded man with half eaten nails
who wants to see the light like everyone else

Now you've been too far away for too long
Hope someday you listen to this song
and always remember what I said
that night when the sky was red

The sky is crying

There is always something very special when the sky cries. Probably the only cry that puts a smile on quite a number of lips. After a gloomy afternoon and a humdrum routine work at office, it always feels great to stare at the sky that is crying but only a little. The red sky with an occasional lightning is an imposter. It has got all the sparkling diamonds in the form of stars. It hides them beneath the clouds and acts as a lonely country boy shedding a tear or two with his guitar sitting in a large field with one or two trees as the only audience. The silent drops of rain over the cheeks take me down the memory lane when I used to enjoy the season's first and the last rain as if they were a blessing in disguise. The sky despises people for not accepting its tears. There is a message in every drop of rain.

Postcards

The mind plays a radical attempt of retribution
Without legitimizing a sense of contentment
Like a bird's nest on a tree during summer
And the leaves falling off like human hair during autumn
letting them fly to an unforeseeable sky above

When you close your eyes and enter an esoteric dream
where the vision becomes hazy and death is no more feared
And the clouds kiss the ocean at the horizon
Only the mountains remain as the witness
And you are a strong adherent of obscurantism

When you get hit by the morning's first sun rays
And the rainbows that make you blind
Just like tracing the contours of her body
And you take a look at the smirk on her face
an explosion with a blinding flash and it's gone

A pack of cigarette and a drink from a neat whiskey glass
Losing yourself to the sound of sporadic storms
Painting a picture of thunder in your mind
Shaky hands blemishing a spotless white sheet
And postcards to a concealed address that chose its own recipients
And there's the last one in yellow and green

Garib Rath(29.9.2016)

fading light at the corner of the roof
the pleasant sound of a speeding train at night
the whispers of carefree souls from the other coupe
the hushing sound of air passing by

the little kid above waking up to a bad dream
his mother somehow kept him quiet
he started to love the gentle swing of the moving train
and closed his eyes to go back to his dream


"good night", murmured a voice from somewhere
as the last light was silently stabbed
the world outside is merely a shadow
of all the troubles you've left behind
and the nights you wondered why the moon
isn't beautiful as the stars that give hope to many lives

confined to a small place at the corner
I smiled at the trees that stood still
and the clouds that looked like a fake pandora's box
I could see myself in the star that stared at me
It wanted to walk in my shoes for a while
and taste the last tinge of happiness of autumn
 suddenly my vision became weak
little drops of water filled the window pane
as if the world outside is taking a revenge on my imagination

it was then when I called it quits
and closed my eyes to enjoy a dream
a dream that would wake me up to a different world
a world where the darkness overshadows the light

Hypothetical Reality

Like a lush green field and the silver smoke
The accentuated words from a yellow page
The wretched musing of an old fashion book
A dainty smile at the corner of your lips
But your heart skipped a beat
Your eyes failed to look at the truth
Does it still hurt to walk bare feet?
I could fathom no reason why the autumn is so beautiful
When the trees are like a naked woman
We all use melancholy as an excuse to pacify our consciousness 

The sorrow is itself a misery
It hides the adolescence and you become pensive for all the wrong reasons
Just like the dark clouds hide the blue sky's lucidity
How about the night that promised you serenity?
The stars that pledged to lighten up your dreams?
The rain that took an oath to clean everything undesirable?
The rock that assured no one would stumble?
Your unkindness is justified
But it still hurts to know all of these promises are futile

Lustrous Imagination

Verse As I woke up and looked at the mirror today And the moonlight was creeping through my window pane There's something that quietly drove me insane Pre Chorus Think I heard someone knock at my back door And I hit something hard and fell down on my floor Then I shut my eyes and didn't want all of these no more Chorus But I was stranded on the sand by the sea far away Tangled waywardly, stars looked down as I lay As I think of my past about the mundane days I am in love with an eerie glow of this place Verse The aging night was getting cold and exciting Though I was trying to keep my emotions at bay And I didn't want all of these to go away Pre Chorus Think I heard something tickle my bare feet I couldn't stop gazing at the bright full moon When I woke up it was already half past noon Chorus But I was stranded on the sand by the sea far away Tangled waywardly, stars looked down as I lay As I think of my past about the mundane days I am in love with an eerie glow of this place

Puddle of Dreams

Song Link

Homeless child you're an inspiration
You've chased your dreams with no inhibition
Little child your tears have turned to laughter
Come on now and tell the world

We don't want to freeze in disbelief
We look at the same sky and smile
We don't need a religion to guide us
Divide us and raise conflict

Precious child you've filled your dark voids now
Coloured them with your mind and your soul
Little child your world's a different place now
Where one can breathe in a lot of love and grace

We don't want to freeze in disbelief
We look at the same sky and smile
We don't need a religion to guide us
Divide us and raise conflict

One Fine Morning

Basically a fictional song..

it is about a guy who just passed away and his body is still lying. but he somehow wakes up as an entity and he is happy and he wants all his friends and close people to be happy as well..so it was his wishful dream when he was lying dead...




It's time you know I should go
my friend do not feel so low
I don't know where I will stay
may be in the woods where birds lay
what's wrong and what's right I don't know
but it's time for me to go

can you hear a familiar voice singing?
as I sing this song one fine morning
you can hear the bells ringing
as I play this song one fine morning

you're telling me that I have become cold
as your tears shone like gold
do not cry, do not mourn my friend
sorrows? my songs will mend
I will write letters in the cloud with rain
which will make you free from all your pain

do you hear your favourite voice singing?
as I sing this song one fine morning
I'm sure you can hear the bells ringing
as I play this song one fine morning

now you smile and look up
the heaven is near and the sky looks sharp
clouds are missing but there is rain
poured words from my letters that removed your pain
you were happy and you sang
far away in the woods where the bells rang


now the world hears our voices singing
as we sing this song one fine morning
far away from the land where the bells were ringing
I played and you sang one fine morning

Happy

I am an avid listener, not a musician. I have a friend who has lost his parents in an accident. He stays with his brother who earns just enough to arrange food for EITHER lunch or dinner. My friend has a wounded heart but he never begged or cried. At the end of the day his fingers cried when he expressed his feelings through his six string. Little did he know about his only audience, cause he never saw light after the accident. I used to keep myself free for an hour at night everyday to feel the pain of a deceased soul in the form of melodies. The tunes were magical, so was his voice. I wish I could tell him how I used to enjoy his songs. One day he wrote a song about me. He sounded cheerful like never before and that made me the happiest person alive. That moment made me realize the power of music. The fact that one should feel music more than he/she hears. He inspired me to fall in love with music all over again and he gave it a new dimension. Today I am with a six string. Writing a song about the above excerpt. And this time he is my only audience and he smiled for the first time after that incident. We both were happy because at the end of the day we achieved something through music no matter how small it is. We made each other happy.





He sat on his dearest space and told a story everyday with a piece of wood, his only friend fingers cried with a mellowed end I have been his fan for a while learnt his grief from what he played his magical tunes blew my mind a majestic voice that was surreal brother got his meal but never saw him smile never touched his meal before his story was complete Never knew I sat beside him felt every note he played tried to guess what he'd play next he was my favourite till date I thought I should let him know how I loved every note he played I could write a book on him Never saw him smile until one day He was singing a happy tune that day could relate to it in every way He played the whole tune about me Sang two verses about his only fan Now I am in love with my wood as the roles have changed He can't see but he can feel As I'm singing this song just for him Finally he smiled And I smiled back "We Won my friend" and we were happy

Affinity

It was an unusual monday morning in December. The sun refused to shine and Kolkata never anticipated a heavy rainfall a week before Christmas.

17th December, 1998:-

Tanushree- "Yes, Kamala, He is doing well these days"
Kamala-" I'm very relieved to hear that Mrs. Tanushree", while keeping the cleaned utensils in the kitchen. "What about Babu? Has he started going to school?"
Tanushree-" Yes, he started going to school from last week and today after a long time Karthik and I are going to pick him up from school"
Kamala-" Even the weather is not doing great, anyway I will come early tomorrow and wash the remaining clothes and get Babu ready for school"
Tanushree-"See you tomorrow, Kamala"...
A noise comes from the bedroom..

"Karthik is that you?" asks a mellowed voice of Tanushree
Karthik-"I am getting ready Tanushree, We are going to take Babu out for lunch today"
Tanushre-" I am excited as well, after a long time"
Tanushree kisses his husband's forehead and goes to the room to get ready
Karthik is driving after a year. He was in the asylum after a very unusual mental disease. The doctor promised that he will get well but it will take time. He came back in October just after the city celebrated its most coveted Durga Puja.
Karthik-"Tanushree, now that I am getting better, I want to narrate one of the most weirdest nightmares I had when I was in Babu's age, I promise it won't have any grave repercussions"
Tanushree(After an expected silence)-"Ok but you should slow down the speed of your car"
Karthik-(Taking a dig at the Jadavpur Thana Jam, takes a deep breath and starts narrating the incident)
As I said I was in Babu's age and I don't remember the exact date but it was December, I don't remember the year but it was a weekday. I was with my grandmother in Ballygunge and as you know AGs is very accessible from that area.
The Sun was shining bright and there was no hint of rain. The weather was chilly and I woke up around 3a.m from a very distasteful dream. I shouted and cried and never wanted to go to school that day but I was in between my 3rd term examinations in school.
I was awake for the rest of the night and got ready for school as soon as the clock striked 7. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream I had. It came back to haunt me in my washroom, when I was putting on my school uniform, when I was in the car, when I was crossing the road, it was there everywhere for the rest of my life as you can see.
The signal was green and Karthik again took a deep breath to get into the dream that took his life to a different path. As he was driving through the streets of Dhakuria he started....
As a 12 year old kid, I was having this dream of owning a car someday and exploring the City of Joy like no one ever did before. I saw myself wearing a spotless white tuxedo, driving a premium sedan and enjoying the charm of my city.
Tanushree interrupted with a question that every girl would ask
"Were you going on a date? Exploring Kolkata was just an excuse, isn't it?"
Karthik ignored the question
I would always pass by my school with a smile and look for known faces in the streets. So I planned my trip via Mullickbazaar-Park Street.
Kolkata had a different allurement back in the late 60s. It was easy to drive, traffic was sober, people would keep their mind straight and honk only if it was necessary.

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The little Karthik who was dreaming about all this had a repeat telecast of this dream but this time he was awake. He kept mum, he asked Bubun Da,his driver, to get him down at the Park Circus mor so that he can take a walk till his school.

He was pretty unobservant about his surroundings. He tried to sing one of his favourite Pink Floyd tunes " There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon"
Co-incidence isn't it?
But it did not help.

He could see a red sedan car taking a turn from the 7-way Park Circus mor and it is heading straight towards him.
He could barely see a man he had seen in his dream, wearing a white tuxedo with a black polka dotted bow tie that looked like he was heading towards a very special ocassion.
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However, the young Karthik's mind was encapsulated with the speeding car which he refused to go by without stopping it. "He has a girlfriend too? Hey that's me, right?" and then the speeding car tried its best to make use of its brakes, the squeaky noise that woke everyone from sleep crashed into the young Karthik and further went on to crash against a potruding pole.

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Babuuuuuuu...........faltered a fragile and shaky voice
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Ending sequence

Crowd gathers, ambulances rush in.

Next day's headlines
"The past and the future kill the Present"
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Just like we lose our present to an indelible past and a precarious future..
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Inner-Self

As I stare through the window pane
I see and hear an inexplicable tale
Birds enjoying a moment or two
Some of them have come together
To relax on an advertising pole
To exchange their day's story
Not tensed about a single drop of rain
They are immune to heat

The advertisement hoardings are bloody attention seekers
But the river behind is clever
The water is gentle and kind
The serenity will blow any sane mind
Tall buildings at the banks look confused
as if they have the same questions like I do
Why is that boat seems like a person I know?
Trusting the wind to take it wherever it wants to
"Don't worry" whispers the cloud
"There ain't no shower, ain't no storm tonight"
"I don't care"-replied the vivacious boat full of life and ambition

The wired posts that gave light to the city, stood still
The golden sky behind was enough to shower merriment
The green land divided the river
But they couldn't separate their souls

The trees swayed to the tunes unheard
Red and white flowers humming compassionately  to the tunes
The sky is becoming lustreless
The wired posts twinkled
Little did the couple knew about the 'anecdote'
As they sat beneath the tree
and missed the entire show

An old man's cry

When we were young we had fun

wrote so many songs about the sun

like a beggar waiting for a man

old but we ain't undone

back then it was from the heart

no money to buy a shirt

music was true and they were sold

things changed as I grew old

Spent hours staring at the trees

closed my eyes to enjoy the breeze

wrote down how great I felt

as I saw the ice caps melt

Growing up was lightening fast

my songs were only I could trust

for they knew how I loved to rock

and how I felt on a lonely walk

My hair has become white now

I remember taking a vow

my music will always be true

which only my songs knew 

I remember the paintings I drew
of a leaf with a drop of dew
wrote songs on the same sheet
as the earth felt my bare feet 

back then it was from the heart

no money but wore a fancy shirt

music was true and they were sold

things changed as I grew old