The Rollercoaster ride

I traveled the dungeons without light Smelled the sourness of the air Felt hurt not in skin Spoke not of hope Devoured the coldness Cried silent turbulent rivers Tasted wine not of grapes Seethed joy in pain Dreamt helplessly in despair Accepted there is nowhere but here Wondered, if life was so; what can the afterlife be ? But revelations seek the un-seeking Hope the hopeless Finally from tumult of shaking faith, and ashes of a thousand dreams Rises the phoenix stronger than ever

Today, on the fine start of a saturday morning, I went for the second time for the local Toastmaster's club meeting. Its a good group of people who happened to share the common interest of self improvement in the aspect of public speaking. It usually shares the common routine of designated speakers, sharing the podium first which is then followed by something called "Table topics" where everyone present, including visitors like yours truly are given an impromptu topic and they are required to speak for a minute. For a second timer, today's table topics were quite interesting and thought provoking. It was concerning the various aspects of " Passion ". Passion, the incredible feeling I mostly associate with red color. No reason, its just one of things that plays in the screen of the mind whenever this word comes along. If someone asked you, what is your passion, how long do you think you would take to answer that? Surprisingly most people would actually immers...