Thanks!!
Ajit Balakrishnan, Rediff and each and everyone - my thanks to you all - for the place of pride you gave me on in.rediff.com home page.
And , Thank you Rajesh Vora !
“Its cause for elation to see one's own words in print, to float them out there for all the world to read and to learn that some of the world actually does read them. Of their own free will ! It warms the heart.
However, I have learnt that in spite of my frequent and sound advice, the world has not become a noticeably more peaceful kingdom. Folly abounds, incompetence waxeth, integrity waneth, nonsense prevails, thieves multiply, power corrupts. And my bones crack in the morning.
Still spectacular things go on in the sky; forms and colors and movements, cloud shapes and sunscapes so awesome I ought to end every day standing on a roof-top and clapping and calling for more.
Slowly I learn bits of what there is to see, and then forget and learn again.
And learn too that mortality is the stuff of life; learn how soon the young get old, how short a while is forever. Its sad to stand on the hill and, one by one, see the lights go out around you; sad to know the paper has begun to yellow before the pencil gets to the bottom of the page, to realize there wont be enough time to get it all done ' the chores, the kid-raising, the sitting on the porch to watch the birds dart the dusk, the major work.
But there's something reassuring to in understanding that it ' death ' is nature's, life's, God's way of letting us know that we are never meant to save the whole world single handedly, to keep the sun aloft and the old globe spinning.
What we are meant to do, I hope, is fill some small and temporary slot, to give off a little light for a while and then lie down. I'm comfortable with that, with the notion of being a small voice yapping away at the edge of a large prairie in the northern half of a small planet. One of many voices, neither the wisest not the best, but mine, and fairly close to as good as I can make it.”
Friends, these are not my words but those which i liked a lot and thought let them express my feelings. The credits of these words go to Jerome Lamb Editor of The Small Voice, North Dakota. Hats off to him for lending me his words.
Not merely that, thanks so much Rajesh Vora , because I read these for the first time in his blog and he gave me these very very fine words which I have now made my very own.
But I add - to paraphrase the painting i am displaying - the fire is beautiful and powerful, but after it has died down, the barrenness is more eloquent.
I am sorry. 
