Being Indian...

Being Indian is about taking pride in our Nation.
Every time the tricolor hoists, it’s about beaming with pride,
Bursting with joy, a sense of glory and gratitude for who we are and what we have...
The freedom of thought, expressions and actions...
The freedom to dream; and the freedom to do what it takes, to realize that dream.

Being Indian is about being proud of our culture,
Cherishing our rich heritage, respecting our traditions, rituals and beliefs.
But being Indian is also about being receptive and open to change,
Being innovative, passionate, hard working and progressive...

Being Indian is about celebrating the glory of the past,
Winning over the present and creating a promising future.

Proud to be an Indian!

just rambling...

You, are born from some place deep within me...
my brain, my heart, my soul,
or some place else...
hidden between the square expressions and the gooey, mushy mass of feelings
reverberating between various extremes.

You are not my flesh, not my blood,
and yet you are more personal, more intimate,
more a part of me than anything ever was...
or will be.

You are in my thoughts, my ideas,
so deeply entwined with them, that I know not
who came from who...
as unseperable you lay, together defining who I am.

You are not much to look at...
sometimes frail, crawly and thin, almost inexistent...
sometimes loud, boisterous, dominant...
You could be a voice, a scrawl, a thought, a blank...
You could be anything... nothing...
untill I form you, give you birth...

And then you live, forever as a part of me.
And you will live long after I am gone
reminding those I love that
I was... I truly have been.

You, are my WORDS!

I am here...

I am here... right here,
Between the words and blankness,
Between the emotions and stupor,
Between the will and action,
Between the need to be and being,
I was... Iam...
Here... right here.