The Cheshire Cat

You may not see me smile to often, but when I do smile, I smile the longest. Some consider me wise, and some, very vain. I am both. Behind this unusual exterior, all too prone to fade away, are codes impossible to crack and decisions impossible to manage, all tied in neat packages and pigeonholed in this calm little head. And this lazy graceful exterior is a perfect facade for a hyperactive mind. Do I know the way to your destination? Of course I do. Will I guide you there? No. It's your journey, not mine. I'm too wise to show you everything. You, of course, would say I'm too catty. And I would smile inwardly, letting you find your own way out.

A Journey before The Journey

The clouds above,
How they flow-
Faster than the
Road below.

A New Land,or Home-
Where to be?
Differences are
All just the same to me.

Catching a drop of fire
In my bare hands
My faithful mirror
The lines in the Sands.

Two wheels, two feet
A never-ending journey.
A view, all new
Life be my victory.

The Cyclist

Life's too beautiful too be viewed from a car. Feel the breeze in your hair today? It was so cold that the tip of my nose is now like a block of ice. My cycle, my companion. It gets around quick enough, can take another along with me, and can always be walked around with if life demands an even gentler pace. The road is a magical place to be at. Never moving yet always travelling. The crunch of gravel and sticks is the perfect background music. I'm off again. Care to join me?

Pixie's Apology

Dear People,
My first two stories worked out pretty well ( I'm pretty proud of them). I'm leaving my current story here, simply because it's too close to life, too personal, too painful. Almost all characters in this story had been modeled on my BITSian friends, friends I would soon say goodbye to, and I just can't write like this anymore. Maybe 'Ending' is the wrong word- I'll revisit the characters and the setting again. But till then, I'd rather have my friends read my characters and wonder, "Was she thinking of me when she made up this one?", and find themselves in the caharcters I had not modeled on anyone in particular at all. Restricting one person in my life to just one character and vice versa just does not feel fair. And to all my friends who became my characters, thank you for reading this humblest, meanest representation of yourself - you're so much more, and I feel so much for all of you that I may never be able to find all the words for it. Stay with me. I'll return with more characters, better stories, and hopefully, stories that are easy enough to let go of and end. Thank you all...

A Common Lament

Stormy Sky, Stormy I-
Time be my enemy, time's timing is off-
I fight it all the time, it has the last laugh.

Sad Sky, Sad Goodbye-
Time made me leave behind the ones I wanted time with,
Too much time to spend with my forced upon kin and kith.

White Sky, White Lie-
Time makes work and pleasure, all arrive in bunches-
Teach me how to attend simultaneously; two tests or two lunches?

Rainy Sky, Rainy Eye-
Reasonless blue moods and nothing to confide-
This time time's just not on my side.

The Random Conversation

Lady Luck (LL): Old books are like amber - they hold so many moments perfectly preserved in them. Some days you'd find a crushed bug, and some days you'd find a carefully preserved rose.

Puppet Master (PM): And the roses are sadder. I've found scribbled notes, faded bookmarks and spilled wax in them- old books tell more stories than just the ones written in them.

LL: And what of your stories? You've won a battle rather closely, but what next? Days are now running like empty pages- crushed and used up, but blank. When did life get so uneventful?

PM: This, too, shall pass. Your work will expand and the time will contract. They are on autofit mode. And ther's plenty enough to do , come to think of it.

LL: There always is. I'm just feeling old.

PM: Riiiiiiiiiight. Up and at 'em!

LL: At whom , Sir?

The Storm Before the Calm

Puppet Master(PM): Oh Sing to me of the King Leech,
My freedom from whom is just out of reach
Pan(P): Oh play to me the song of hope and good riddance
And let me step up and take this chance
Red Rouge(RR): Oh give this restleness a direction
And mix up all fact and fiction
Lady Luck(LL): For the fairy-tale lands are mine,
And all the forsaken paths of your design
PM: I can take rain or shine on a bare back
Suspended animation is my plan of attack
P: When the world dances to my tunes, I quietly think
How much can change in a wink
RR: And so much that never changes at all,
I'll spread the word I'll have ball
LL: And I'll dream an insomaniac's lullaby
To a world that slinks quietly by
Old souls in young clothes speak often of the chances lost
And that is where we've found the most.

The Walking Song

Lady Luck (LL): Oh give me the courage to change what I cannot accept
Pan (P) : Including, first of all, my own defect-
Puppet Master (PM) : Give me intolerance to the wrongs,
Red Rouge (RR): Oh give me a scale for my songs-
LL: Oh grant me selective blindness,so that I can not see the walls
PM : Give me the strength to take a million falls
RR: So many great doings of the past
Could not have been, but for an iconoclast
P: Oh pray let me always be the odd one out
Give me enough causes that I can do something about
PM: Whether or not I amount to anything
Would in the end be my own doing
LL: Till the day I'm dying
Oh give me the persistance to keep trying!

The Broken Mirror part 2

Banshee (B): Words and words alone, can make my soul groan, swords will never hurt me.

(The shrillness of her voice shatters the Steel Witch's sword. She flees.)

Pan (P): Thanks, m'lady. I should've known a menace when I saw one.

B: Ah, the poor goat! There there.
P ( looking at the moving lump in Banshee's shirt) : Um, do you have a pet hamster or someting?
B: It's my mikezawotsky. I call him mik for short.
P: You have a rat named mikezawotsky?
B: He's not a rat. He's a mikezawotsky. They are damn rare, too. This one just took to me.
P: Oh...k. Can you make you voice a few notes lower? It's really shrill.
B: Ah, I forget. (Adjusts her pitch).Better?
P: Much. A song for the lady? (Gets a flute out of his bag).
B: For the starts, and the stars,
The breeze and for the holy wars
P: For a reason, a rhyme,
Just for a good ol' time
B: For guitar strings and broken roads,
For the mikezawotskies and the toads!
P: For the suspension of belief
For joy, pain, ecstasy and relief
B: One for the journey that never ends
One for all the hurts that time mends
Together : Oh a song for the constant evolution!
Oh a song for the faceless revolution!

The Banshee

Neither good, nor bad, I'd rather walk the line-
That way whichever I choose is mine.
Hypothesis is the ground reality
My world is what I choose it to be.
Denizen of a dream land, maybe
I so adore controversy!
I'll be outrageous just to see you blush
Out and about, always in a rush.
Right now I'm here to get you out of trouble
And someday later, maybe, to make it double!

The Broken Mirror

Pan (P): Hello? Are you here yet?
Steel Witch (SW) : Here I am.
P: M'lady, at least let me know your name.
SW: There are many, but you can call me Aurora.
P: There's so little I know of you...
SW : I'd like to know more, too.
P: What do you know about me?
SW: You hang around with the Red guy, the Lucky girl and the Puppeteer. I know that lot. And I know what you're after. You need a medium to spread your stories, is it not?
P: Wow. How'd you know that?
SW : My ears are stronger than you'd know. Why don't you tell me those stories? And how do you intend to spread them? I'd help.
P: You would? But how?
SW: I have my ways, sweetie.
(Pan is now somewhat confused. The Steel Witch pats his cheek encouragingly.They are interrupted by a shrill scream)
P: What the heck was that?
SW : Oh, who cares? Where were we?
( A girl with long black hair glides towards them. There's an odd lump moving in her green shirt, as if a mouse is trapped inside. She looks at them and smiles, then continues to scream)
P: Who are you?
SW ( Magically wields a sword) : I'll do away with you.
P: No, don't hurt her!

Afternoon Conversation

Red Rouge (RR) : Nice tune, buddy. Seems all happy and mellow.
Pan (P): Ah! Music! Ah, Life! It's all so beautiful.
RR : Okkkk.... What's wrong?
P: Wrong? Nothing's wrong. I just said life is beautiful.
RR: I know. It's not like you to say that. Usually you're blasting something or the other.
P: I'm in love with the most beautiful being...
RR: What??? Who's she???
P: I don't know, I just saw her.
RR: You never believed in love at first sight. You said it was more likely to happen in the 698th sight.
P: I was a fool till yesterday... and then... I saw her.
RR: Did you talk to her?
P: Briefly. She's agreed to meet me tomorrow.
RR : In the first try? Damn, you're good. Hope that this maiden turn out ok.
P: Ok? It would turn out brilliant.
RR: Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. All the best.

The Steel Witch

Power belongs to those who know how to use it.
I will crush the ones who defy me, ensnare their senses, I demand to be worshipped!
Its a bit of risk to twist some one's soul, but the ends justify the means.
The simple crux is that no is incorruptible. My allure is too strong to resist. Use whatever power you have to achieve more... till you have enough to achieve all your desires, crush all your enemies, and have enough silent followers to silence any questions. I got there first.

Nocturnal Conversation

I found him strolling alone, besides the little water-channel where our hope floats, illuminated by the light of the match he had just used to light his cigarette.
Puppet Master (PM): Oh, its you
Me(LL) : What's up with you?
PM: I know what you're here for. The Rouge and Pan are really obvious kids - it would not do them well to keep their intentions so public always. But I'm afraid I'll be of no use: I do not hold the King or the Queen's strings, and they have none of mine. I don't even have the influence on a pawn.
LL: And when did I say that I had come for one of your puppets? You know I can handle them myself quite well. It's the Puppet Master I wanted to see.I seek not the strings, but the hands. It's not just your puppets you know well - they landed in your hands because you knew them, and everyone else, very well.
PM: And so do you. You don't need me for a gift you have yourself.
LL: No. I need you for the gift that only you have - helping people without expecting anything except respect. And the courage to take on any wrong.
PM: There are too many wrongs in the world, little one.
LL: And what's the use of us being here if don't strive to at least reduce the number? I may have wisdom and insight , but you have what I lack - courage with direction. Come on, it's us! Your friends, your fight. But lo! Have you been lamenting your losses? They never tend to show on your face.
PM: The face remains impassive, but you read the signs, do you not? I'm lamenting the loss of a devil - a devil who went away- a devil I shall miss very much. And a human in an angel's disguise - oh how I trusted the fallible! I should have known, known, known! I'm supposed to know them well- I always knew the devil would walk away one day, but I never knew that the one I thought as an angel would turn out so human. Odd, is it not? The evil brings me joy, and what's perceived as good by all the world gives me pain.
LL : You have fun with all the stuff that bad for you, what's new with that? You've been wounded by another puppet master : or rather, a bunch of them. So what? They've twisted some strings around, true. They're no longer the masters- merely some who had a job given to them, and in their opinion, they did it well. But what's left with us is plenty enough to get ahead. You know we couldn't go on without you.
PM: Oh yes you would. You would go on, with or without support, that's how a true warrior works. But I have no pretenses from you and your little group - I need you to move ahead as much as you need me. You know my sad bouts show only by not showing at all - I needed space, I've had it, and I'm pretty damn well now. And you didn't have to ask me whether or not I was with you- you know that I'm already. Where are the kids anyway?
LL : Away for some time, everyone is on a break. But all in touch.
PM: Bless your pointy little heads. What's the plan of attack?

The Puppet Master

If you're looking for an angel, you're knocking on the wrong door-
You're looking for something new, I'm everything you've seen before
I'm the background of the foreground
I'm the loudest without making a sound
You're boundless in the bounds I define
You're in my hands, you're never mine.
I'm the misunderstood who understood everyone
I didn't even do the things I've done
And I've done everything you wished to do
I'm familiar because I'm always new
No, I don't mix up these strings in my hands
No, you don't have to follow my commands
Those are my strings in your hands, and we're square
Get back in your cage and you'll get there
A simple rule, and oh the happiness it brings-
You're never free without a few tied strings.

Step 1

Lady Luck (LL) : I've looked at the plan. Who else have we befriended who'll help us in this quest?
Red Rouge (RR) : All the world's our friend, but which of them would help us?
LL: Not all, not all. Remember that the ones you fight against are also a part of this world.
RR : I do not fight individuals, only their fallacies. And when their shortcomings are removed, they become potential friends.
Pan (P) : True, but what about the pure evil that just demands to have its rear kicked?
LL: There is no pure evil, just as there is no pure virtue. Just a combination of the two and the circumstances that make one side win over the other.
P: And that's where you come in. Who's ever lost with luck on their side?
LL : Plenty. But when the Kings deny you, you move to the Kingmakers- the Aces. Kings and Queens are the puppets in his hands. Our next ally is the Puppet Master.
RR: He's a friend already. This is getting easier.
P: Luck's on our side, remember? But what next ? We'll talk to him, he'll have our back, but what are we going to actually do first?
LL: To give someone their voice, first raise your own. Don't scream, it doesn't work. Sneak in your ideas. Let them get acceptance by the masses. spread the word. With the kingmaker and the entire clan resonating our voice, the Kings will hear too.
P: Onwards to the Puppet Master!
RR: Onwards with the voice!

Lady Luck

There's no such thing as luck or fate,
Knocking on wood gets you nowhere.
That's what I believe; and at any rate-
I'm already there.
I read people like open books
I read between the lines.
I don't care about the surface looks
I always know your designs.
I play with fear and I throw disguises away
I have friends for life, and enemies few.
The game of people, is what I play
And with every person it starts anew.
You'll believe I know everything about you
Because, frankly, I do.
You'll be a little scared and a little awed, too
But then you'll see my regrets and all that I wish to undo
And we'll be friends before you know it
You'll start to care about me, you'll do
And you may or may not show it
And I'll care a lot too
When I see a falling star
I'll ask for your wishes to come true
Because my wishes aren't so far
from what's desired by you
And then I'll help you, and stand by you,
I'll make you stop passing the buck
And you'll think its all some little miracle I do
And you'll call me Lady Luck.

The Plan

Red Rouge (RR): Well, we might as form a plan of action.
Pan (P): Step 1: Choose a cause first. Step 2: Get the necessary supplies and befriend the necessary people to complete it.
RR: The cause we choose here is noble. Our first cause is to help the less fortunate know how powerful knowledge can be. And second, voice the knowledge we have to our equals, who don't know it yet.
P: The knowledge of a the faraway revolution. It has been utterly squashed by the Kings, Sir. And as for the less fortunate, we have been denied help. We are on our own now.
RR: Not quite, not quite. We have been denied help by the Kings, but they are by no means the only ones. I know three other we can begin with. One is easy, the other two - not quite. But we shall befriend these three noble souls soon.
P: Name them Sir, and I shall blind them with my reason, I shall charm them with my music, we shall have them as allies!
RR: Oh, all we have to do is be ourselves. They're already with us, in a way - they fight for more or less the same things as we do.
P: Do they have fun doing it?
RR: Most of the time. You know one of them. She's already a friend.
P: Are you talking of Lady Luck?
RR: Of course. Luck's usually on our side, especially when you're giving her a piggyback ride. Haven't you noticed?
P: we've had good times together. But they say luck runs out when you hit a low.
RR: Not this time. Let's go meet her.

The Start

Red Rouge (RR) : I raise my hand in protest! Sankanaku!
Pan (P) : Pray what are we protesting against? Is the lost innocence of children? The fallacies of the Kings? The rude eyes that watch our every move? Or have you just been given a really bad grade?
RR: All of these, Sir, I protest against all the villainies of nature!
P: Nature is so much kinder than Man. But can we please take them one at a time?
RR: Of course. You see, there's so much that I love here.
P: Eh? What's that got to do with the protest?
RR: In removing evil, I don't want to harm the good. They must be safeguarded.
P: The good are on our side. And they are as well protected as a rebel can be. Onwards, I say!
RR: As soon as you get your hooves off my cape...

Pan

I seem frivolous: But I only kid about the things that matter. I make fun of the people who matter the most. In my satire is a simple truth - I'm myself around the people I can mock, for the ones who know me know that taking offense would only expose their weaknesses.
I'm not as black as I'm painted.
I have neither the pretense of humility, nor a veneer of stupidity.
Fragile, I am, but weak I'm not.
Laugh with me and the world laughs with you.
Cry and you wash off your own mask.
My words remain true.

The Red Rouge

I'm not a God, a Superhero or even a Spy.
I'm loud, visible, human, and not a faultless one at that.
Behind this ridiculed exterior
Is a spirit stronger than the Heroes
A spirit purer than the Gods
A spirit more logical than Nature
Where there's suffering and injustice
There's someone who takes the first step against it
I'm the one who takes that first step.
It's not the crowds I seek.
It's not acceptance that I seek.
Only the Truth.

Goodbye...

Lunatic (L): You don't have to sneak out, you know.
Butterfly (B): You should be asleep.
L: What's the point? I'll always know where you are.
B: And you're welcome to pay me a visit.
L: Why? This is the best garden around for miles and you know that.
B: Miles are nothing to me. There'll always be places to explore.
L: And you'll go off to the mountains and marshes and get injured in hailstorms. What's the point?
B: In danger lies opprtunity and in oppurtunity lies danger. I embrace both.
L: And what do I tell him in the morning?
B: Tell him its an honour to have a friend like him, and I'll come back and visit sometime.
L: Has it occurred to you that we may follow you?
B: You're free to do so. But you know you can only keep up with me mentally. You'll never have the stamina to actually go to the places I go to.
L: I still don't see why. When will we meet again?
B: Well, then let that be a parting gift. Another puzzle. Goodbye, take care.

The Flight

Shadow (S): You're leaving.
Butterfly (B): Yes, I am.
S: Why?
B: I prefer not to answer that. You see, I need to keep myself unpredictable.
S: You just said that the Lunatic was a genius.
B: And so he is. I am not safe here, under prying eyes that seek to unravel my mysteries, for mysteries and dreams are all that I have.
S: Stay. He may have the key to fulfill your dreams.
B: And fulfilled dreams are worthless to me. Till I have dreams to work on, I have my flight- the day I run out of them, my wings will fail to bear my weight.
S: You don't see it as I do.
B: I do. I'm sorry. I'll send a word now and then.
Lunatic (L): That would still give me clues, m'dear, and in the end I'll know the next place you plan on visiting.
B: I'll take my chances. But I don't like that smug smile on your face. You've already solved it, haven't you?
L: I have.
B: Then it’s up to me to disprove you. I'm off, and I promise my next destination would not be the one you thought of.
L: I like a good challenge.
(She flies away).
S: Thank you! Now we'll never see her again. The only one who actually believed you weren't crazy.
L: Oh we will.
S: What do you mean?
L: Don't you see? In order to disprove me, she'll come right back here.
B: There! I'm here. You didn't predict me coming back, eh?
S: Actually...he just did.
B: I hate you!
S: Which one of us?

Midnight Conversation

Shadow (S): Are you feeling better now?
Butterfly (B) : Good as new. Are you supposed to be able to talk while he's sleeping away? It feels a little weird.
S: Weirdness of life, m'dear, is like entropy of the Universe : It can only increase. At any rate I never cared to find out what I'm supposed to do.
B: It was good of you to look after me, even when the Lunatic didn't want you to. But don't go about spoiling me.
S: No trouble. You're easy to look after. And of course he wanted me to- do you really believe that he doesn't want to solve you up like most his problems?
B: He just said that he's given up on me.
S: That's what he always says.I can feel the gears in his head turning, even as he sleeps. Fool- his 'problems' are never his problems. His real problem is that he can not separate the significant from the insignificant- if the puzzle is interesting enough, it gets all his time, even if it's of no use to him.
B: True. I couldn't be of any use to him, possibly. Let's see so far what he's solved up.
S: Oh, I'll show you. This - dancing pattern of bees. Too easy. Solved in two days. This- cipher patterns for messaging text. Two days again. Patterns in chimney smoke as it gets turbulent. A week. Patterns of Rose-flower buds. A month. And so many more. Tires me out to look at it.
B: He's a genius! Look at it!
S: Most others still prefer calling him the Lunatic.

Shadow (S): She's still angry. I miss her.
Lunatic (L): This from someone who told me a mere butterfly isn't worth watching. Probably she's found some better garden. Stop whining and help me look for a better problem.
S: Find. That. Butterfly. That's the only problem I need you to solve. I'm worried for her.
L: Fine, I'll search. But not too long.
(Finds the Butterfly crumpled under a jasmine plant)
L: She's dead. No, wait, she's hurt.
S: Get her to a sheltered space. What happened to her? Her wings are all bent.
Butterfly (B): Went up on the mountain to explore...Got caught in a snowstorm. Don't worry, I heal fast.
S: Nonsense, you need help. Rest, we'll get you some flowers.
L: We will? Oh, ok. But why did you go up that mountain anyway? There are no flowers there. It gets hard to breathe if you go up.
B:Had to see it for myself. And you're wrong -there are the most beautiful flowers there. I'm glad I could see them.
L: Glad! After all this trouble?
B: It was worth it. But you won't understand.
S: I do. Here are some flowers.
B: Thanks.
L: You were right. You are unsolvable. I must find some other problem for myself.
B: Thank you.

The Butterfly Speaks

Butterfly (B): ummm.... Hello, sir.
Lunatic (L) : Hello? Are you talking to me?
B: There's no one else here. Who else would I talk to?
L(pointing towards his shadow): There's him.
B: Speaking to you is speaking to him, I suppose.
L: Not always. But go on?
B: Well... you haven't moved in a long while... and you come here often... so I just thought I'll just check if everything's ok. Sorry if I bothered you.
L: Oh, no problem. He says I should move around more, too. I was, in fact, trying to study you.
Shadow (S) : You fool! You do not say that to somebody's face!
B: Study me? What do you mean?
L: Well... the way you fly doesn't seem to have any pattern...
B: That's true. It doesn't have a pattern.
L: But it must.
B: Find an algorithm for the flowers that smell the sweetest, in descending order, add to it the direction of wind that makes it the easiest to fly, and the leaves that look the greenest. Then you may have a clue. But it still won't be perfect because you'll have to add my mood, and that really has no pattern.
L: You like being a riddle?
B: I just like being me. It's you who make a riddle out of it.
L: Don't take offense, please.
B: I don't like being studied. Goodbye.
S: I told you not to!

Lunatic's Shadow

Shadow (S): Move a little, please. I'm tired of staying in the same spot so long.

Lunatic(L): I'm glad that you're tied to me, or you wouldnt have stayed still for a minute.

S: And why should I? Light has the freedom to flicker and sway, but darkness needs to stay put?

L: I promise if I can, at any point of time, set you free, I will.

S: And I still wouldn't leave, you fool. I just like to complain - I actually like things the way they are.

L: I'm still because I wanted to watch the Butterfly.

S: Uff! You do that every day. Don't you know that's the reason why you're called the Lunatic?? Nobody thinks she's worth caring for. There are thousands like her, and they live peacefully, without the need for people like you watching her.

L: I know she doesn't need a spectator. I know she's not particularly beautiful. But I can't keep my eyes of the way she moves, so erratically, flower to flower. There must be a pattern- there are patterns everywhere, you see? I'm interested in finding out a pattern to that chaos.That's the only interesting thing.

S: Hmmm. Maybe it isn't something that can be solved.

L: Everything can be solved.

S:What if you DO solve it? What would you do to while away your hours then?

L: Another day, another problem, my friend. That's one thing there's always plenty of.

The Butterfly

I'm fragile.I won't be caught easily by your eager little fingers. But if I'm trapped, it's entirely up to you... kill me, or release me and remember me by the soft powder I leave on your fingers.If you truly want friendship, get some flowers out. Catching me won't work. I might be helpless in your fingers but these tender wings have survived hailstroms when I was on my own. I'm the strongest when I have my freedom. And even with my faults, I'm beautiful.

The Lunatic

What's wrong with me? What ISN'T wrong with me?
I do the things I shouldn't.
And forget the things I should.
I while away hours dreaming of what I could do.
I help people I don't know, and take the people I love for granted.
I lie. And I cheat.
I work for things I don't care about.
What DO I care about?
I don't know myself, yet I judge other people.
I love.
I hope and pray when I know things have gone wrong.
I am cynical and doubtful when things go right.
I'm the most normal person.
What IS normal?

The Shadow

I'm the begining and the End.
All that you fail to comprehend
The toy you broke when you were young,
The song of youth, left unsung-
The stability of age, gone unstable
A long-forgotten code, undecipherable
The wings that never took flight
I'm the wrong that never got right
The lost friend you never found-
A dying Swan's forlorn sound
Since I'm you, you never cared to know me
I'm the light you can't see
I leave your side in the dark, and I'm ever-changing in light
I'm everything that's yours, yet out of reach...out of sight.

Pixie's Profile

(Very Obviously taken from Raj Bhai's blog, but this is very Me.)

If I were a beginning, I would be:- The Foundation Stone
If I were a month, I would be: -March
If I were a day of the week, I would be :– Saturday
If I were a time of day, I would be: - midnight
If I were a planet, I would be:-Earth
If I were a season, I would be:- Monsoon
If I were a sea animal, I would be:- Oyster
If I were a direction, I would be:-North-West
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be:-a bookshelf
If I were a sin, I would be:- vanity
If I were a liquid, I would be:- water
If I were a fraud, I would be:- the head honcho of an MNC
If I were a gem, I would be:- a Jade stone
If I were a tree, I would be:- Banyan
If I were a tool, I would be –a pulley
If I were a flower/plant, I would be:- Carnation
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Moodily shifting between cloudy and sunny
If I were a musical instrument, I would be:- a harmonica
If I were an animal, I would be:- a cheetah
If I were an emotion, I would be:- joy
If I were a vegetable, I would be:- tomato
If I were a sound, I would be:- ocean waves
If I were an element, I would be:- Uranium
If I were a car, I would be:- Reva
If I were a song, I would be:- expresso love
If I were a food, I would be:- Chicken momos
If I were a place, I would be:- India
If I were a material, I would be:-Wood
If I were a taste, I would be:- bittersweet
If I were a scent, I would be:- sandalwood
If I were a religion, I would be:- Athiesm
If I were a sentence, I would be:- Life loves you as much as you live it.
If I were a body part, I would be:-the eyes.
If I were a facial expression, I would be:- contemplative
If I were a subject in college, I would be:- Digital Electronics/ Public understanding of Science
If I were a shape, I would be:- a 5-point star
If I were a quantity, I would be:- nanosecond
If I were a colour, I would be:-black
If I were a thing, I would be:- Rain
If I were a landmass, I would be:- Madagascar
If I were a book, I would be:- Encyclopedia
If I were a monument, I would be:-the Taj Mahal
If I were an artist, I would be:- Salvador Dali
tIf I were a collection of poems, I would be: Candy is Dandy (Ogden Nash)
If I were a landscape, I would be:- Great Barrier Reef
If I were a watch, I would be.- the clock tower of BITS Pilani
If I were God, I would be:- Nonexistant.
If I were a vowel, I would be: U
If I were a consonant, I would be: S
If I were a formula, I would be: a.a=a (boolean logic)
If I were a Science, I would be:-Physical Chemistry
If I were a theory, I would be:- Evolution
If I were a famous person, I would be: Albert Einstein
If I were an electronic equipment, I would be:- a cell phone
If I were sport, I would be: Skateboarding
If I were a movie, I would be: Chak De! India
If I were a cartoon, I would be:- Hobbes/Dilbert
If I were an explorer, I would be:- Colombus
If I were a scientist, I would be: working in my lab, not filling this up.
If I were a relation, I would be:a friend
If I were a river, I would be:- Brahmputra
If I were intoxication, I would be:quietly creeping up on you
If I were alone, I would be:- peaceful.
If I were a question, then I would be: Ooh! Ye wala button kyaa karta hai???
If I were a hobby, I would be:- graphology
If I were a habit, I would be: being punctual
If I were in an atom, I would be:- an electron
If I were an end, I would be:- a phoenix's funeral pyre...to start again from ashes!
If I were you, I would be:- I'll still be me, for then you'll be me, too.

The End is many a Begining...

Wind (W):So what do you intend to call yourself now?
Prisoner(P): I've decided not to change my name.
Rain (R): Why?
Prisoner(P): Independance lies in more than a name, I guess. But I'd like to thank you, all of you.
Nightingale(NG): Happy to help :)
P: I intended to ask you- don't you get tired of helping people? There must be someting you like to do just for yourself.
NG: I help people for that very selfish reason. And plenty besides that, that I do just for myself.
R: I am glad we all learnt our lessons.
Nocturnal Queen(NQ): It's not the lessons, its the journey.
R: Whichever way you put it, your majesty.
NQ: Really, you seem to be happy with everyone, everything, washing of people's worries, and having none of your own.
R: It's not a bad thing, surely.
NQ: It doesn't seem real.
W: I feel so, too, my friend. You're so often with me, handling my tantrums, channelising my confusion, it's always about me. what about you?
R: It's not always that I cry when you are sad my friend- many times its just me. I suppose you didn't notice.
W: That's just it. I howl, shout and whistle my woes through the trees- and you quietly cry, carrying my fears away- can't you ever let me know what's wrong?
NQ: Tell someone, anyone. You want everybody to let their emotions out, but what about you?
R: I do tell you- all of you. You dont interpret it, and I'm ok with that.
All Others: But we're not!
R (smiling) :Ok, I'll you all the next time.
W: Hmmm. Better.
NG: We could make some symphonies together, but my journey for the land where people have not forgotten the song of their hearts continues. Goodbye , my friends, hope to see you all again soon.
P: Sounds like the place I'd like to live at. I'll search with you.
(They leave together.)
NQ: Well, you two will always be around. watch each other's back, and keep an eye on those two sometimes too. The dawn arrives, I must, too, reach some other corner of the world.
R+W: Take care, your majesty.
W: Never cry without me again, please.
R: Oh, why not?
W: I never cry without you.
R: Why do you want to see me cry? Please do not feel indebted to me.
W: I don't. I just want to make it better. Like you always do, for me.
R: I should leave now, my friend.
W: Escapist *&^%! All right. I'll be a few drops away. Call me soon.
R: I will. Goodbye, see you soon...