Euphoria. Many people have written about this feeling, this state of mind called euphoria. I’ve come across newspapers, magazines, journals, supplements, coffee table books talking about it and have found myself peeking into those articles, secretly hoping that the feeling would actually rub off on me just by looking at the words that communicate it. Somehow, I never doubted its potency. Right now, as I write and feel it through my veins, it acquires a whole new meaning altogether.

What makes me euphoric? Quite a few things. My children and their antics definately top the list but there is one more thing that comes a close second. And that is those wonderful times spent with some wonderful people.

We all have our lives to live and then there are people we share this life with. The people around us are not always chosen by us. Sometimes they are there by default. People like our grandparents, parents and relatives. They have always been there. They chose us long before we could choose them.  Not that I’m complaining though given a choice I would have definately liked to tweak a few of them a wee bit. But then, there are also a bunch of people that we choose to share this life with. They are the ones we largely refer to as friends.

Friend, a word that invokes a range of emotions in each one of us. Emotions that transcend the boundaries of caste, colour, culture, community,region etc and makes two people connect in a way that only this emotion can. It helps us extend ourselves to our optimum capacity. It presents a deeply embedded part of us in a more tangible format in front of our eyes. It gives us a sneak preview into those hidden corners deep within us that we somtimes overlook in haste. It somewhere completes us.

This one is for all those wonderful people who I proudly call my friends. 

You all came into my life at diffrent stages and became a part of my being. If I were to break into pieces, I’ll have a piece of each one of you. I hope, dream and pray that we get to relive those wonderful moments together all over again! In reality this time and not just in virtual spaces.    


Hurry up don’t let sunlight go to waste
Grab your coat and we’ll make our clean getaway
We’re just gonna leave behind
These worry machines we call our minds
Run off to the sea
Watch the sunlight kick of the diamond waves
Freedom , it’s calling , it’s calling
Freedom, our light’s we’re golden
Freedom, from everything
Chasing waves as the seagulls cry and dive
Kicking sand as the crazy man rides by
Talking ’bout the end of the world
Wish he’d take a break and live for right now
“cause we understand, that this moment is all that we have
Freedom , it’s calling , it’s calling
Freedom, our light’s we’re golden
Freedom, from everything
When the tightrope won’t stop shaking
And opinion starts to wear you down
Time to pull our secret weapon on out
And laugh these bullets right from our hearts

Thank you for making me feel this way. Priceless. 















4 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Rajiv Kumar said,

    I always hope your words would make me euphoric and u never disappoint me!

  2. 2

    Saman said,

    babal ur writings are amazing,,really i mean it!! n that was a wonderful ode to all ur friends of which i believe that i am an integral part..after all we have always been the best friends!!Right!

  3. 4

    lilmorethanamommy said,

    Raja jeee…you never disappoint me with your feedback. Thanks!

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