In the night!

He took a deep breath that night...
all was calm and quiet...
but that wasn't what he waited for!
on that beautiful, black night!

He heard the crickets...
and the children shouting away...
He heard them all...
but nothing did he say!

All he said was what his heart...
wanted to scream...
what he practiced so many times...
with a mirror in front and on a seat...

but by the end of the night...
he felt contended and satisfied...
for a miracle took place...
and the stars twinkled at him that night...

Don't lose yourself!

In this frantic pace of life...

In this chaotic fight...

Amongst this idiotic might...

Don't lose yourself!

In this dark, black night...

In this adventurous sight...

In a miserable plight...

Don't lose yourself!

Staring at the sun, 

Blinded by its light...

While stargazing at night...

Don't lose yourself!

Be unique... Be divine...

Be yourself in all your might...

And anywhere in this circle of life...

Don't lose yourself!

The Medal!

It's the last leg of the race...

    You know you just can't stop...

If you do, you know you'll pay...

    A price under which you'll drop...

It's all about this race...

    You'll win on your own efforts...

Success! Everybody shall achieve...

    Based on their own methods...

You know the importance of this race...

    Your life depends on it...

It's everything about you...

    So don't back out of it...

So push harder...

    Stand up if you fall...

Don't stare but climb...

    No matter how high the wall...

You can win this race... You can do it...

    No matter what anyone would say...

Because it's not who we are...

    But who we become to be that defines us!

Ecstatic...

It begins with the food...

It's intense aroma...

It's magnificent taste...

Then moves on to the coffee...

None other than filtered...

The lovely taste...

And the amazing feeling of it running down your throat...

And as you leave the hotel and reach back home...

As you open the window and feel the breeze...

The rain pouring right through...

The lovely sunset... 

The tall trees...

It all just seems beautiful to you...

Is this what is ecstasy for you?

Anon me...

Ever looked down from a mountain...

    Gazing down below...

Wondering how far in the depth of the valley...

    Is base camp, or your pillow?

Ever looked up to a mountain...

    Wondering how tall it can grow...

How much time will it take to scale it?

    How much sweat off your brow?

No matter if it's rappelling...

    Or climbing a rocky cliff side...

It's on the verge that we discover ourselves...

    Our adrenaline pumped side...

For the closer we are to death...

    The more alive we feel...

So it's up to us to choose...

    Which rope do we reel?

On the Word!

Like everything, writing needs inspiration...

A thought, an idea...

Something to do with creation...

We write short stories, we write novels...

Some write facts while some write fiction...

But no matter what topic we'd be writing on,

Of ourselves, it's always a reflection...

Life is like an empty diary,

A new pen waiting to be used...

So fill it up with your ideas,

More importantly your views...

No matter what you write upon, 

No matter what words are used...

Writing is the art one cannot master,

For it is about mastering you!

Friendship through this year...

There is this sense of longing to wait and finish the exams...

To complete that paper and head into our own vans...
To be free for the vacations and to start a new leaf...

To be able to do what you want to do without bothering about notebooks, assignments and your other deeds...

Somehow this year it all seems different... 

I feel that nobody wants to leave...

We have started to dread each vacation...

In faith? No belief!

For we can feel that partition...

Now driving through our souls...

Tearing our friendships apart...

And making us focus only on our selfish goals...

But then it is up to us to maintain our relations...

Do we really love our friends?

If yes, then nobody on earth...

Can tear us apart again...

Riding through the Rain

Riding through the Rain

            As you unlock your cycle and feel the wind gush through your hair and look up to see the beautiful sky filled with heavy clouds bearing low by their weight and moving quickly across the city with the powerful wind pushing them on, “It surely is a beautiful evening to ride on” you think to yourself and head out onto the roads pedaling with the gentle breeze and enjoying each moment.

            With each pedal you make, you feel your weight bearing down on your legs, you feel the strain to ride up the gentle slope across which you wish to race down but you cannot help but look up at the open sky and gape with awe at the beauty that nature beholds within herself. You see the breeze shake the trees, rustle the leaves and ride through the city streets as you hope for what the best and only remaining addition to this evening might be a downpour of rain.

            As you hear the clouds thunder above your heads and the sky light up in lightning you wait for the first drop of elixir to rain down upon you, you reduce your speed just as to look up for maybe the hundredth time already, waiting for the clouds to give in. Slowly as you move through the streets, you realize that beauty is just a matter of perspective, the once traffic filled streets now deserted and empty, the silhouette of the trees clearly visible and you breathe in deeply the most aromatic fragrance of the soil, you feel the first heavy drop of water land with a thud against your body, you feel your muscles contract to the chill and you feel adrenaline surge down your heart as you slowly speed up knowing it is dangerous to ride fast in the rain but you let your heart take control of your senses over your mind and you feel like a child again.

            Slowly once more as the rain pours down heavier than ever, you see the silhouettes of the trees vanish and the beautiful yellow orange evening sky turn grey, you feel your clothes getting drenched to each stitch and body bearing down now even heavier than before, you pedal down harder taking deep breaths and living each moment that passes by…

            Being as relentless as the rain you keep on pedaling and as you change the gear you feel the difference as on how your cycle rides through the rain. With the streets flowing with water and the tarmac completely wet your brain gently squeezes the brakes so as to not hurt your body and let your childish heart enjoy as long as the rain lasts but slowly your mind takes you home where you know you will receive a warm drink after this chilled purifying shower.

            Knowing or maybe unknowingly, you head home yourself and just as you reach the last stretch, you look up at the clouds smiling down on you, you recognize the dark and barely visible silhouettes and skylines of the coconut palm and your neighbors houses, you feel each drop of water hit your face and each drop drip off you t-shirt and you head back home through the gates and you lock your cycle, as you get up you cannot help but grin at yourself and definitely the round of firing you will receive inside at home, but it will all be worth it, irrespective of whatever the punishment might be, for you have thoroughly enjoyed the evening.

            You ring the bell and enter home with a small grin and then it actually begins…

Mehul M Doshi

Gateway To Malgudi

Welcome...
 Before you is the gateway to Malgudi...

 Malgudi, a fictitious place of enchantments, a wonderful place filled with love, originating from the stories of R.K. Narayan, here beyond this gateway, you shall find yourself in a place of excitement, adrenaline, a little calm, a little quiet but surely full of experiences... :)