A Town of Memories...: Who are you?

A Town of Memories...: Who are you?: Who are you,  really? You are not a name or a height or a weight, or a gender. You are not an age and you are not where you are from...

Who are you?

Who are you,
 really?

You are not a name
or a height or a weight,
or a gender.
You are not an age
and you are not where you are from.

You are your favourite books
and the songs stuck in your head.
You are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast on Saturday mornings.

You are a thousand things
but everyone chooses
to see the million things
you are not.

You are not
where you are from,
You are where you are going
and I'd like to go there too.

He and I

He and I

When words run dry,

he does not try

nor do I.

We are on par.

He just is,

I just am

and we just are.

In a coffee shop someday..

We met at the wrong time.
That's what I keep telling myself.

Maybe, oneday, years from now,
we'll meet in a coffee shop
in a far away city somewhere,

and maybe we could give it another shot.

The Story behind the Club.

Thoughts come across your mind every minute of the day... good and bad, noble and selfish, constructive and destructive. The human mind is always thinking something.

Sitting in a debate competition one winter morning, a random thought crosses my mind and I lose focus for a minute or two. I push the thought aside and concentrate on the speaker again. Later that night, the thought made its way back to my mind and this time, I did not push it away. The thought was : There are so many people who can write like Shakespeare and talk like Obama, but they do not show themselves to the world, for the sake of some unspoken fear. Hidden they remained in the cocoons they built for themselves and hidden remained their talent.
 What is it that makes them so scared to express themselves? Is it the fear of mockery - that people will laugh at them because their grammar and pronunciations were incorrect? But then, did Obama not have critics? Did people not find fault with Shakespeare?
Criticism comes hand in hand with appreciation and one must take it in stride and move ahead.

You will fail once.. twice.. but the third time, you will win. It is the patience that one needs to hold on till the third time. The same people who criticised you some day, will respect you.
Leave behind all your fears and step into the ring.
Be brave and fight.
Fight till you win.

I thought, if there could be a club or an organisation that could provide a platform to these hidden stars and bring out the radiance that has been long kept in the dark, how wonderful it would be!

I put the thought into action.. hands joined in; encouragement, support and cooperation poured in.. and here it is today :
That 'random thought' the other day is ESCALADA today!