I Flaunt

Everyone around has something or the other to flaunt upon. What do I flaunt upon? I flaunt upon sharing my birthday with my 'Nanuji', my role model. Some would laugh, some would feel so stupid of me probably in an awe as to what is there to flaunt upon. But from the day I have gained my senses, I have felt so blessed to share my birthday with him. It sometimes seem that among all the grand children, I was favoured to do so. Sometimes I really wonder why and thereby sometimes I so feel that my bond with him is so predestined. We do share a distinctive bond and I love it so. Give me an opportunity to talk about him and you'll see I shall never stop until you would ask me to do so.

He's a man with such an aura that you cannot resist yourself from talking to him. He speaks and you just want to listen.

His concentration powers are out of this world. Whatever he may be doing; reading, watching television or any other little thing, you literally need to shake him up and get him back into the real world.

Though born in pre-independent  era, he has never let generation gap established between his generation and the other. He believes and accepts the fact that water keeps on flowing. I adore him.

His eagerness to learn even at this age is something one should acquire.

He would so easily lessen your encumbrances.  

I have spent my childhood days with him. Those days are still vivid in my mind, every morning and evening going to a walk with him. Learning English and Mathematics. Everything has been captured by my soul.

Words will fall short to describe him. He is the only one. I owe him a lot. God bless him.
 
Where today the present generation only wants to spend and share their time with their peers, I can spend a year after year conversing with him 24*7.

March 25, you are special. On this day, a legend has been born and again I say, I flaunt.

Emotions don't have words. Wishes don't have scripts.

A new day always begins with a new hope. All set to forget the despondent days and make ourselves radiant enough. Some have plans for every day and some just take in what comes their way.

So, does life always go in a planned way ? What is everyday like ? What emotions we encounter ?
Are some wishes fulfilled ?

You make certain realisations from the daily happenings. I too made a few.

Expectations from our loved ones are always on a high. The way we treat them, we expect them to  be the same. Though being mature all the time, we forget people are not identical. Everyone has their own character trait. We need to accept them the way they are as your love for them takes the prior seat rather than your expectations. You love them They love you. That's all that matters.

Happiness is all stored in small packets. You know as its said, " Chota packet, bada dhamaka", holds so true. You could never wonder and just a small happening would widen your smile and glow your eyes. Your brother expressing his feelings for you that how much he loves you. Making you realise that you are an indispensable part of his life. Reliving the old moments you cherished. Experiencing the same old days again with your best friend that you were missing. I never had thought that just a mere thirty minutes gossip with her before going to bed would get me goose bumps. But it did, probably because it happened after a long time. I love them both.

Changes are never constant. Wandering around, one day it strikes your mind that you are changing. You find yourself not to be the same. You are not acting the way you used to do. You are not responding to things. You are quite. You accept that you have just become antithetical. But trust me these changes are there for few days. Till the time things don't turn out the way you want, these changes stay and once you get used to it or probably if fortunate enough, things turn out the same way you expected, these changes bid you good bye.

Sometimes you have to suffer in life, not because you were bad but because you didn't realise where to stop being good.

All these above mentioned things makes you so emotional. You so want to let others know about it. But your emotions don't find words. You so want to make a wish list an mark a tick aside it once fulfilled but you never find a script for your wishes.


 


 

The Fantasy

Sometimes the woods

Sometimes the beach 

I imagine

The hands held together 

Down on the sand 

I see

The rays through the canopy

And that over the sea

Tightens the hands

Hide and seek

And the bare foot walk

Makes me smile

The whispering 

Silents the leaves

And even the tides

The smiles

Dwindle's the chirping

And the shimmering sand

The eyes

Lessens the grace of flora

And the beauty of shells

Words fall less

And the silence speaks

From the woods

To the beach I imagine

The Uncertain Certainty

A group of friends sitting together were asking each other their DREAMS, something like what they want from life. They were four and three of them answered. The answers were quite impressive. The fourth one almost knew everyone's answer. It was her turn now. The three of them turned to her. She tried to divert the topic first, probably she didn't want to answer, probably she didn't know her dream, probably she never thought too much, though she knew that her happiness lies in really small things, day to day happenings : a good gesture from a friend, a healthy laughter, talking to someone after a long time, talking to her brother and on and on.... She always want these small good happenings to occur frequently. If you may call this a dream, then yes its a dream.

But she never mentioned the above disclosed thoughts of her. She said. "My dream is to start thinking for myself." Yeah she hardly thinks for herself. To utter astonishment in the previous days she was upset thinking that she's too selfless, that she doesn't have time for herself and this made her cry every night shedding tears on her pillow. This is really a petty issue, she would wonder sometimes. 

Probably her answer was inconvenient for her friends. They asked her again saying, "That is what we are asking.What do you want for yourself in life?" And again her answer was,"I would like to think for myself."

She wondered in mind, if she never gave time to herself , never thought for herself, how could she know what she wants from her life. Her dreams are probably hung up somewhere clipped or probably she's looking up for some key to open the room for her dreams. 

What could be the certainty in the two probabilities. Its uncertain she thinks.

The Yellow Pages....

Here today sitting idle, I was turning the pages of my poetry notebook. From grade ninth to grade ten I wrote about forty eight poems both in English and Hindi. There were three poems of mine I always liked. Just felt like sharing it . Here it goes.. Sorry no titles as such..

1) Fighting the dark
    Fighting the fear
    Lighting the spark
    With all that care
 
    Closing the eyes
    To see no hate
    That's being wise
    And not by fate

    Sharpening the mind
    To get a sweet fruit
    One of a kind
    Tightened from the roots

    Working very carefully
    To commit no clanger
    Admiring yourself respectfully
    To have no danger

    This is all you to cling
    To rest upon your heart
    To let the eyes blink
    With no unfinished part

2) There's change in the soul
    There's change in the mind
    There's change in the heart
    Of all that kind

    There's change in the character
    There's change in the thoughts
    There's change in the feelings
    Of all that sought

    The villain ruling inside
    burns into ashes
    Some calm thing emerges
    Leading further no clashes

    Thinking day and night
    What is this all about
    Its nothing but forgiveness
    Throwing all bitterness out.

3) The treasure
    The pleasure
    Which no one can measure

    The wheel
    The feel
    Which no one can seal

    The lane
    The sane
    Which is all to gain

    The moon
    The boon
    Which is not till noon

    The time
    The rhyme
    Which when forgotten is a crime

    The door
    The core
    Yes ! Its friendship a lot more.....

Well I don't know where these thoughts came from. Are they good? I liked them then. Do I like them now ?
   

Chamber Of Secrets

Holding on so many things deep inside
I am a chamber of secrets
You'll not be able to seize it out

Though old,yet pure
And
Freshness prevailing
You'll not be able to wonder at all

Take a chance
And
Probably you shall fail
Hey, hold on
There's nothing to haste

For what you know
It isn't even half of me
Let the leaves shed
Its hard, you see

You tried, I appreciate
But dear
I am a chamber of secrets
And I said
You'll not be able to seize it out

An Uncanny Shade...

Recently I read a quote:

Life Is An Echo..

Everything Returns..

The Good And The Bad..

The Lies And The Truth..

So 

Give The Best You Have To The World

And

The Best Will Come Back To You...!

It makes me wonder ; Is Life REALLY An Echo? Well if I have to answer this. It would be a NO. Till date I  have been oblivious about the so called 'Mantra' of life. What I have seen the maximum till now, is the bad happening to good people and good to the bad ones. I have no complains regarding the wonderful life of bad people. But why the former suffer then?

It is often said by the society that we are punished for the sins we committed in our previous birth. From my experience then it can be calculated as; the good, humble people now; were the sinners in their previous birth and vice versa. Wow !! This doesn't make any sense to me.

The best people around me have always been the biggest sufferers. 

Someone please explain the tactics of life. What does it really wants? How it actually Works?