I think about you

As the dusk engulfs the rays of light, as the sun starts settling beneath the horizon, I think about you. 

As the birds put on their backpacks and gear to get back to their homes, as they read the quranic verses over the evening salat, i think about you.

As the face of the moon resurfaces, as the Venus rolls back on the dark shelter, i think about you.

As the darkness creeps in and behold my consciousness, as the subconscious thoughts take over the space, I think about you.

O dear, Let it all happen over the evening time, let the night follow to an amazing dawn. This is what I relate to you. 

You, are my hope.

My hope to the upcoming dawn, the new day, the immediate next. 

You, are my belief.

My belief on the truth, the natural instinct, the obvious next. 

You, are my Positivity.

My positivity of inner being, the urge to see, the beautiful morning.

You, are my happiness.

                  

Backpackers

The shadows of times leave behind a contrail of mist. The barren mind thinks for the first time and gets out of the panorama of this ruddy mysterious life. The glamour has eaten up all the surface of glory. This misty contrail is the only thing left with this barren mind which is trying to be productive in a world which in habitats the only surviving rational specie of this universe. May be when the particles of nature were connecting, the only thing which made a difference was time. Time is the fourth dimension of life. It is always there at any execution of any process of the space. 

I am not a backpacker but sometimes, I feel there is a load I am responsible of, sometimes I feel I am carrying a whole lot of life on my back, thoughts, ideas & the super heavy law of survival. As I continue to breathe I feel as if I am travelling. Perhaps I think this happens with all of us. All of us are moving, at a pace which is indescribable, like an unplanned plan, dimensionless with just time around.  

So aren’t we backpackers? travelers? hitchhikers? Yes, We all are.

You are the MAN!

Just heard that Neil Armstrong has passed away. An end came to a life who inspired millions of people (including me) to take that one step, which could prove to be a giant leap for mankind. Whenever i saw the moon on a clear night, i was always fascinated to even think of touching it some day down my life. I still remember the question in my first (Prolly second) grade GK exam, "Who was the first man to land on moon?" and i didn't knew it. Came back home and knew what it was that this guy has done! Today he died at 82, and i still picture his young face, which i saw in my GK book.

Neil, You did not invent something, you didn't found solution to any problem, But what you gave us is a Big Answer to Human Bravery. I might fear to sleep alone on a big terrace of my home, but you slept on moon! The Object which defines beauty, wisdom and courage in all the stories of the world! You were above any super hero, any leader. You were a real product of god, which he named MAN.

Sir, You will be remembered until this earth witness the dark stage and moon will keep caressing your footsteps as for you being the first one to believe in him! :)

Rest in Peace!

RIP Sheru - Aman's Dog

Hello all

With deep sorrow and wet eyes, Loremate declares Aman's Beloved Pet "sheru" dead. He was 117 years old, and was married 23 times. He is survived by 86 dogs (male/female no records). 

A fortnight ago, when the armymen paraded for the evening flag ceremony at wagah border, sheru (who was blind since 1991) went out of Aman's home(the last home of india on north-western front) some kilometers away. Untraced, sheru was being tracked by 12 army men, who were equipped with ultra supersonic radar navigation system and NSAS rifles. 

After a long day search, speculations were also made of a possible cross border kidnapping. With this, Major Iftikhar Cheema of Pak Rangers was consulted immediately just to know that Sheru was not on their side! Major cheema also shared deep grief on the loss. 

Next day, After all the hard run search missions by army and Aman's family, Sheru was found dead with two bitches on west bank of lake (nala) which goes to pakistan. 

Due to Sheru's indulgence with stray bitches and a local clan of robber dogs(which runs after every car), sheru was killed by his own group as he betrayed the boss' by running with his bitches. 

Sheru was never bought back home. Aman legally disowned him and his last rights were done by a local Drug-man (amli) of chehharta village on the payment of Rs100 by Loremate solutions pvt. ltd. 

Major Iftikhar Cheema of pak rangers & Col. Ramesh Singh of BSF has organized 2 min silence on whole border today. 

Nevertheless, Aman still weeps at the mention of sheru's name, but he has made sure, his emotions won't disturb his work at LM. Infact, he is looking for new dog now. :) (Suggestions are welcomed)

RIP Sheru! Aman Loved U!

On behalf of Team Loremate

:( :( :(

 

-Abhishek