Nuggets of Imagination

The same old breeze hit me today .....

2011-10-04T21:04:00.002+05:30

The same cool breeze hit me hard today
As I sat out staring at the golden hay
It took me back to the old lost days
When the onset of winters would
Take all the hearts away
When the early morning dew would settle on my hand
And make me shiver as I would walk on the sand
When early morning alarm would buzz my mind
And tell me come on get up its time
To chase the school bus
And manage all homework fuss
When the school bag felt so heavy
That caused my grandma eyes of pity
When the sounds of diwali caused excitement
To run out and feel the lights and sensation
The same old breeze hit me hard today
My heart sinks down to crave for that old day !!

For Once should I break the rules...

2011-03-11T19:57:00.005+05:30

What if I broke the rule now...The dark street with tall trees on both sides tempted me each moment... "don't walk in those streets alone"... I recalled his words. "Should I for once break the rules and move forward..?" I questioned myself.

90 days less the present day, 50 minutes less the present time... things were not much different. There would be sudden outbreak of lighting into the sky with winds rising high up to dig into our hearts. The dark cover on the sky made me feel that my feelings had probably sprinkled magic to make it an enchanted world. We could sense the ground emitting fragrance... I would take deep long breath and he would get lost in thoughts..!!

Tall oak trees on both sides of the narrow lane presented a red carpet when the leaves fell on them. Strong winds with a tinge of cold kissed the leaves and each of them would follow behind with the fear of missing that passion... I would close my eyes and feel the wind... He would look at me and make a wish..!!

The clouds would roar and I would laugh to the sounds of it... He would look at me and at once blink his eyes. I would giggle and that he would admire... I would look up as the sky would get even darker. He would at once command the clouds to set themselves free. The clouds would take his command and open their hearts. I would clench his hand and pull him out of excitement. The clouds would roar as a hint to celebrate... I would giggle and cuddle to catch hold of the very first drop of rain... He would take me to the green grass and we would run over the velvet cover... I would place that drop of water on the grass and cherish it forever... He would look at me and take a sigh..!!

As I stand across the fence today, I can still see the streets. The clouds are roaring and inviting me to come... Would he know that I did this...? Can he see me... Did he command the clouds to come here...Poor souls... they don't even know that he stays in a world just as them... Ever since he left me alone... these rain drops have accompanied me... They still wish to see me giggle...

For once should I break the rules and go there...

Captions invited...!!!

2011-02-03T22:09:00.007+05:30

When its night I close my eyes

To wonder if I could sit with you

With a cup of coffee and your

Favourite cookies to chew...

When I would speak endless

And this you would admire without a breath

And we would see the first sun rays

To bring happiness in some beautiful ways...

What was this shade of emotion...???

2010-11-27T21:36:00.006+05:30

Not before this winter... I still remember the words of Mrs. Brown. She repeated these words each time Miley came running to her for her consent. I sat there on the couch and smiled as I heard my neighbours repeated the same old conversation. I could, anticipate the response of Mr. Brown, word by word for this was one thing that I had been hearing since years that passed by.

"Not before this winter..." were her words to the little grand daughter who came running to Mrs. Brown once every month. Such a lot number of winters passed by, but her answer never changed. What kept me so much startled was the question that too never changed. Each time Miley asked "When will Mom Dad return ?", she was asked to wait for the winters to come.

Five years... pretty long time... Since the couple met a disastrous call by the demons of death. The kid was five now. I sat round the corners and looked at Mrs. Brown, with gestures that deliver my requests to her... the simple requests to tell Miley the truth. "She is five now... I am sure she will understand the facts of live... Why do you defy the angel inside her heart who keeps an eye each day on the clouds so that they pass by and give way to snow..." I said to Mrs. Brown. She repeated the same old thing , giving no thought to the petition that I made. Each time she lied to Miley, she did it with much more confidence than before. It led me into awe... Why did the gentle mind do that. I never saw the old lady weep , I never saw a tinge of guild on her face... What is that one secret of human thought and mind that I failed to realise, I pondered.

This was one another morning when I heard the words of deception and I could not restrain from question the lady... This was what she said..

"I know I can't give her hopes... I am just giving her reasons to survive... I know I can't give her laughter, I am just holding back her tears..." I was still confused when I went out and saw Miley sitting at one corner of the lawn.

I headed towards her and to my surprise I saw a tear rolled down. This was when another secret about the human thoughts dawned on me. Little girl... age of five... she knew very well that her parents would never be back. Yet she asked the same question each month... Why...

This was the answer...

" I know I can't replace their presence here... I am just giving her a reason to live."

"Human heart... Human mind... has several colours... each one brighter than the other...", I thought.

The Red Balloons...

2010-04-27T12:33:00.001+05:30

He sat on the same old corner of the valley in the same old way. The rags on his body seemed to get a bit more tattered with the passage of each day. There was no change in his posture, nor in the location where he sat. It was one end of the road that had more than forty five degree slope. This had been a common scene on one of the quietest roads of Nahan. It was in isolation except the only structure that stood there. “Hotel Yellow Stones” said the hoardings with no combination of yellow or even the stones.

He sat there everyday with a bunch of balloons. The bunch had five balloons in the morning each day. This number hardly came down to three when the sun retreated from the sky and hid somewhere behind the huge peaks. The tourists used to stay there for one night as they used to halt in their way towards the greater heights. He would still sit there to sell the balloons to the kids, knowing the fact that the human civilization itself was in minority at that place. Once in a while a kid would come, and he would raise his one hand to make his presence felt. The waiters would share the remains of food with him at the end of the day. There was no clue about his history, nor about his present, leave apart future.

It was once of the similar days of the week, the only difference being that a bit more colder. The fog had made the vision hazy and he sat on the corner of the grey coloured building. Several cars used to pass by with high speed. He would just look towards the mountains and the peaks, each day with an expression of the same curiosity as he if it was the first time. His vision got a bit interrupted as the black qualis halted before the hotel. He looked up with welcoming eyes. The very small feet first appeared out of the vehicle. She rubbed her eyes as if she just completed a sound sleep of hers. “I want the red one...” she shouted as the partly brown curls rolled over her face. She had blue eyes with depth of an ocean and clarity of the transparent waters. The innocent face looked towards the man with expected eyes in return. He struggled to get up in haste and moved towards the car.

“Not now... Vanshika..!!! Papa is not well...”, said her mom as she pulled her softly towards herself. They moved inside but her eyes were still hooked up on the red balloons. The man retreated disappointed as if he incurred loss in millions. Next morning, he came an hour early and sat with all red balloons. Just as what he awaited, the kid came out of the hotel. She went to the man. Pointing to the red balloon she said, “I want the red one...”. “Go and get five rupees and I will give it to you...”, he replied. She stood there unmoved and stared at his tattered cloth. “I don't have money and my dad is not well. Mom will not listen to me”, she said. “I want the red one”, she repeated. “I want five rupees”, he said. She ran back to the hotel. Next morning, the man came there again with red balloons. It was noon time. She had not come yet. He thought that probably the family left. She stared at him from the window. She came running to him with both her hands at the back of her body. “I want the red one”, she said. “Did you get five rupees?”, the man questioned her again. “No...”, she said. She brought forward her hands and gave a shirt to him. “Take this... I took it from mom... Its an old Levi's T-shirt... wear it”, she said. The man looked at the shirt strangely. He was searching for the some thing in the shirt that meant “Levis”... it is a shirt... what is “lee...v” ...?”, he asked. Vanshika giggled at him and said again... "wear it..I want the red ones”, she said. “Go get five rupees... I will give you the red ones”, the old man said as he wore the shirt with his hands shaking constantly. She stared at his foot. The last finger was hurt a bit. She pointed and said “don't you have a band aid?”. He looked at it and hid the foot behind the tatters again. “I don't need it”, he said. “Do you stay here at night? Don't you have a home?”, she asked with curiosity. He said with a stern voice... “Do you want the balloons or not?”... she looked at him and sat down on the street with him. “Get up and go, your parents will get angry on you”, he said as she looked at him. He had a few peanuts in his bag. She looked at them. With lots of pride he pulled them out and started eating them .He looked at her and said... “Do you want?”. She smiled and pushed back her curls. He moved forward her hand and the man cleaned a few of them with water before giving it to her.

“Will you be my friend?”, she said. The man said... “Will you buy the balloon?”. She smiled and ran back to the hotel to accompany her parents. The man sat there wearing the new “Levis t-shirt” on the next morning. Had brought a bag full of peanuts. He placed them on a clean cloth and covered it with a clean paper. It was nine in the morning and he brought forward the red balloons. He looked constantly towards the building. Suddenly, he heard the voice again. The back qualis started its journey again and the voice screamed... “I want the red ones...” He stared blindly towards the kid and released the entire bunch into the air. The kid pulled herself out of the window and stared at the sky as the red colour of the balloons hit against the blue sky. She smiled and clapped and the qualis moved forward with pace. The man still sat there in the same posture and looked towards the peaks. As night went black, he still sat there . The waiters called him constantly, until one of them came to him and threw the peanuts away and gave him good food. He looked at the waiter and said... “I want the red ones...” and a tear rolled down his wrinkled eye.

Innovations of destiny...!!!

2010-03-14T22:04:00.002+05:30

“ It was a Monday morning , yet Aashima got up with a palpable sense of excitement.” The very old redundant view of the year old poster of a lamp post on the wall caught hold of her vision. The ignorance of the landlord , towards the maintenance of the house did cause its effect on the unfortunate lamp post as well. Five seconds after her mental system rebooted ,she acted against the convention by moving her gaze to the monitor of her IBM thinkpad. The gmail inbox was resting on the screen, as it had been doing all night. She recalled how her mind just slipped into the sleeping mode while her eyes constantly stared at the screen waiting for that one mail.

“The mail from the innovationsss@innovationsss.com.” It was a very well known publishing house. A week earlier she had submitted the manuscript , and this was the day for receiving their decision. She pulled her hand out of the blanket and with still half open eyes and refreshed the page. “We would like you to be here at 11 this morning..”. She felt the blood running within her body with the speed in light years. She felt the confidence renewed within her. She jumped off the bed to feel every moment of her dream coming to reality.

She decided to put on black spykar denims with a slight formal look. Stepping out , she prepared herself for the feud that she would be facing with the outdated door that was awaiting an end desperately. “ If necessity is the mother of invention, then why doesn't it hold good for humanity as well, humanity within the landlords.” During her walk to the “auto stand” , she recalled the content of her manuscript. “Let your manuscript, speak your heart”, she recalled the words of her friend Avantika.

All through the walk, she was busy chalking out names in the ascending order. These were the names of those people who would have the privilege of seeing their names on the acknowledgement page of her book. It was a difficult task amidst so many , some of who were not that very close in terms of friendship , yet true supporters. “Friends , close to me, not yet read even a single piece of my write up.”

“Acquaintances , who have been the very reason for this special day of my life”. “Friendship or humanity..”. Lost in so many thoughts, Aashima , concluded to given utmost priority to humanity.

She reached the place and hopped into one of the seats of the auto. She had never felt so confident and positive before. She felt the need of breathing really fast, as if the extra oxygen was being used up for fulfilling the energy that aroused out of happiness. She could not stop from analysing the time after every five minutes. The co- passenger lady looked at her with sarcasm. She stared at her watch. The only conclusion that Aashima could draw was that probably she felt it was an attempt to show off her watch. Although the watch had a big dial and was more that stylish, yet Aashima thought, “Come on ..writers generally have a clear and modest heart.” Whatever be the case, Aashima , finally, decided not to look into her watch again. She would rather resort to looking into her cell phone which was not that stylish to give rise to any kind of misconceptions.

She stared out , looking on the big hoardings of docomo. She was impressed by the colour combination used by the makers of it .” Why not have the front cover of my book made with the similar combination of colours..? After all, they will definitely give high priority to the author of the book”. ,Aashima thought to herself. What would be the reactions of her parents..and her relatives..What about her neighbour ..and the maths teacher who had become her best friend during the childhood..all such thoughts occupied her mind. “ I firmly believe in what I Write. I feel that I am fortunate not to have the potential for writing , but the potential for having discovered the talent for writing that I possess.”, she started framing the lines for the first interview after the book gets published.

She finally reached to her destination. The building was huge , just as her own dreams. She stepped inside and looked to the receptionist. Aashima had anticipated that she would not be questioned by the receptionist. “She ought to know me. After all the writer has the privilege to enter without any clarifications”. Very confidently she surpassed the receptionist.

“Excuse me ma'am ! May I know the purpose of your visit here..”,said the receptionist looking towards her. Aashima turned and headed towards her.”Company policies never fall short!!”, she thought to herself.

“My name is Aashima. I have been called here today, for the approval of my manuscript.”

“I am sorry but your the mail did not say that. You have been called just to take back the script because it does not pass the market value criteria.”, she said with a consoling smile.

Aashima could not help her tears from falling endlessly. But, she never wanted these tears to drag the smart impression of hers to a stupid one. She forcefully smiled back and said, “Never mind..I am too optimistic.” She left the office and stood there without even a single move. The manuscript slipped off her hand just like energy slipped off her body. It feel on ground and she moved forward towards the auto stand once again.

The night passed on without any conversations. She resorted to the bed early so that the mind could rest if not come out of the state of trauma. Next morning, she the clock struck eleven again. The newspaper was kept on the window pane. She moved her gaze to the article section, the only thing she read in the newspaper. Her heart pumped fast to see the same manuscript that she had dropped there. It read something like this:

“One of our reporters found this lying on the street. We would be really happy to meet the author of the piece of writing. We would definitely like to publish this. Looking forward to meet the author.”

Looking back on that day she thought to herself, you have definitely arrived”.

The dark basement...

2010-01-12T14:22:00.001+05:30

My eyes rolled over the very old soft board with the green background. Just as we passed by the corridor, my eyes got struck over the most creative piece of art I had seen before in the school premises. The beautiful work demanded admiration. It reminded me of the words of MRS Kakoli, our class teacher in grade four. What I can recall are the few words which brought into my focus, the meaning of creativity. “Learn to get creative”, she said during most of the classes. The irony is that they were supposed to be the lectures on science.

Heading towards the classroom, with a pile of notebooks I peeped out of the window. The corridor was in the basement of the building and the widows were at the ground level. The corridor, most often, had very dim sunlight that had to probably fight to make its way inside. It was the month of August, and monsoons had already made first visit into our lives. The sudden darkness that made its way into the corridor filled in my heart with excitement. The highest possibility of the clouds showering down the pours of pearls on the brown cover of earth made my heart happy. I could feel the sudden flow of energy into my body. The dark clouds could not be seen from inside the basement. Yet, the cool breeze that crept into through the windows which in a way were the ventilation, striked against my face and I could feel the paradise outside.

I almost forgot about the prestigious duty of carrying the pile of notebooks to the classroom. I almost even ignored the fact that this prestige comes only to those who are the personal favorite students of the teachers. There was a sudden urge to run out and feel the pours, that had probably, by now arranged themselves into the queue for starting their journey. Realizing the disciplinary consequences, that the convent school authority could
lay down on me I suddenly changed my mind. My heart was still not ready to compromise. I kept the piles on the slab beside me. With one hand on the raised shaft hanging on the wall, and the other on the slab I pulled myself up. With so much of efforts, I managed my eye level to reach the window. I could see the trees, all dancing with the rhythm of the wind. The mangoes lay there fallen on the ground and the sweet fragrance lured my heart. The cold element within the wind that striked against my eyelashes was purified with the green soul of mother earth.

The beautiful experience was suddenly interrupted by the noise of footsteps. The subconscious mind reluctantly gave way to the alert head which got very scared. What if she is the class teacher? Or may be the principal of the school? My mind got insecured of the thought of loosing the next opportunity of being the lucky one to monitor the others. I looked down and moved my hand over the shaft to enter back to the real world. I jumped and fortunately made my way towards the classroom before anyone found me.

I took the last bench and stared at the ventilator up the room. Drops of fresh rainwater fell from the roof. The noise of each drop created resonance with the frequencies of my heart. The dark room, due to sudden visit of the dark clouds, lost its beauty with the additional lights which were switched on by the teacher in my class.

mystery unfolded..

2009-09-05T14:25:00.000+05:30

Five years of age and one year of curiosity blended with long awaited wish to witness the old man in red ..yes..this was the experience every year witnessed by her.Dressed in red with a vision enhanced by the stories narrated by her teachers and parents she had a firm belief to grab a gift on the eve of Christmas.
With a hope to exchange gift with the old santa the Christmas tree every year adorned so many gift packs.Red socks and gifts for santa dumped within hanging from the branches of the tree.Finally looking at the moon and making a wish in view of the thoughts that it would act as a innocent messenger and convey all those wishes to the red old spirit.Through closed eyes she would see the horse sledge paving way through the stars and tearing the clouds apart.It owner would then have a word with the moon and probably collect wishes of all innocent hearts.
The next morning would bring gushes of excited thoughts running right from the heart to the soul.The hand would at once slip under the pillow to grab the gift.Such was the level of excitement that it could leave even the GIFT OF MAGI into surprise.
With the advent of time and maturity there was a public demand to curb all those thoughts with regard for it being the sole right of innocent kids.But some souls found it difficult to accept the need of the hour.Was all that fantasy fake?Did the red spirit never ride his sledge…?Did the moon never convey the messages…?Under complete knowledge of parents being the reason behind those surprises it was weird on her part not to accept the so called myth on the eve of Christmas.
Although the exchange of those gifts halted after a few years,yet those unanswered questions still haunted the mind on every Christmas eve of December.Different theories came to forefront through internet intellectual thoughts of friends regarding the existence of old friend.But somewhere down the lane mind was still adamant and reluctant to believe that its just a myth.Its been years now and this is the day I figured out the mystery.Its not a myth.Its a belief.The red spirit gazing from the sky is the CHRISTMAS SPIRIT.Its an aura surrounding all the souls.Its a force behind the enthusiasm that should persist in hearts on the eve of Christmas.Its the zeal that pushes one to fantasize and to have that same level of excitement which lasts in the heart of innocent souls.To break the limits that prevent one to peep outside the window and search for the sledge running through the snow capped mountains.The soul is a reflevtion of the wishes in all eyes that gaze at the moon on the eve of Christmas.The bells ringing aloud and the dancing flames of candles inspire one to step forward.And that’s what gives me the desire to light a candle this christmas to uphold all my wishes.

Its just belief.....!!!

2009-07-04T12:27:00.000+05:30

The mention of word "miracle" has a spontaneous consequence of mind running deep into the memories of grandma stories of the magic castle.The picture completes itself with the advent of all weird imaginations right from the bird swimming and the fish experiencing the blue heights.If this could be a miracle then miracles do happen.Anything that is supposedly thought to be seen only in thoughts is a miracle.

Miracles do not happen to all.They happen to only those who have ever lasting intense faith in their existence.To be a part of the miracle you dont have to be a magician.Neither are you required to enter the magic land.Our part of action is limited to just believing that the magic land does exist and those magic vibes from the magic land come only to those who feel them. The power of miracle can make you win over all situations.One who believes in it is the winner through all ages.

The point lies in the fact that we have to expect them to happen to us.We have to start living in the magic castle in our thoughts.Whatever be the desire, the feeling has to be pure and serene.Your passport to the magic land is your trust in its happening.The feeling of belief comes only when we leave apart all grudges of life and adorn the heart with the ornaments of innocence and sincerity.The true innocence like that of a kid to feel the depths of magical world is difficult to attain.But once attained this feeling can cause one to attain heights of happiness.

There are lots of moments in life when the world seems to satgnate.These are the moments when the worries and problems seem to be too heavy to raise onself out of it.These are moments when no materialistic happiness seems to do good.Life seems to run out of the veins with every beat of the heart.All doors tend to lead to darkness.All such moments should be suppressed down because each one is born to stay happy the only requirement being one should have the urge to stay happy.When nothing seems to work good start expecting the good with no other thoughts.Let your mind rest with all your energies concentrated in your heart.Light the darkness with the candle of belief.

Miracles have been happening through ages and will happen always till the belief is alive. You are the alladin of your life your own heart being the magic lamp.Let your feelings prevail more than your thoughts.Let all your senses filter themselves to remove evry bit of negativity and be pure enough to attract all the goodness that universe is destined to give you.

Intellectual brains may consider it very impractical to live in thoughts rather than reality. As a matter of fact as much as we start feeling it our belief strengthens even more.A strong belief is the strongest weapon which can win over all feuds and grants courage enough to dream and desire because nothing is impossible to attain.

sarcasm to life..

2009-02-22T14:39:00.000+05:30

In words of some very great people life is fun..enthusiasm and love..Fun as good as the best rides in a funpark..enthusiasm as high as that of a child to grab the last piece of ice cream and love as extreme as that of budding rose and its fragrance.Often it is even asked for as to what is success… Money..?Health..?Wisdom..?Happiness..?Or a better definition could be a blend of all.It is sometimes best described as when one has a permanent smile on his face and no multitasking goin on at the back of his brain.In simple sense it means mere satisfaction with the present and genuine willingness to embrace the future.

We devised a ridiculous statement in schooldays as to..”Money cant buy everything..But for everything else there is mastercard…”..Few days back it was a point of ridicule.But its not easy to figure out the transition to sarcasm.This era is best captioned as the machine era.one ought to be a machine if one is tagged successful.True.. his success has money..His success has a family doctor deciding his good health conditions every week..
His success has tens of professionals laying an honour to his wisdom..and nevertheless he is always happy..The only difference is that he is happy in his machine world.Not one step in the world of feelings and emotions and he will be an alien to the crowd.

We are all running in the human rat race.The race for loss of feeling....thoughts..enthusiasm and joy..one who wins is the biggest loser.But this realization is at stake.One is running for what he already has in possession.The point is to enjoy every single moment in the present world surpassing the feelings of desires for the superficial happiness.The easiest way is to begin thinking like a child..who knows the bit of the world and enjoys that bit of the world with no botheration of what is to come next .
Its very rightly said that we are the football of others opinions.We project as the audience wants to see us with a drastic loss of oneself.As said previously a child would least bother about the feedbacks..What he values is his desires..his free thinking and his personal satisfaction..The definition of the most mysterious question till date is given by the origin of the question itself.The question being “What is life..” and “what are we here for..”…On the contrary answer being the inspiration being drawn from the origin of life on earth..to feel joyous..enthusiastic and loving.

We all wear faces...!!!

2009-02-12T12:43:00.002+05:30

Caste,creed,colour and nationality are the basics we use to cluster people together.One would not be startled to find drastic contrasts within the focus of vision of a single eye.
But in such changing forms of thoughts and emotions there lies a challenge to decide
which world to be a part of.It would be a cakewalk if only the mirror could reflect the
flaws and talents we command over.That sounds so much like a weird thought.Yet..
how does one rate oneself..?we often think it would be better we allow people to
decide how much strikingly admirable we stand in a crowd of thousands…

Giving a second thought admiration is not what is desirable..What calls for actually is support in view of ten positive veins that run within one as opposed to millions of negative vibes tempting one towards them.’A’ttitude against values..pride against emotions and pretentions against genuine self have taken over..Reason being one ..a surrender made to focus on views soulmates hold for one.We all read this as a thought for the day that all that glitters is not gold..but why to search for the glitters if you know its gold.

There are so many overlooked aspects that one can judge through self analysis but these are sadly mistaken as conservative old crappy morals.Yet again it’s a matter of vision.
The second one tries oneself to mould in shape of the will of others it’s a beginning to
end.Having a bargain to simplicity and smile is what we call “the a word” we die for.
But if we are wearing a different face in each situation how do we say we are confident.
Its also supported with the sword of professionalism .But true success lies with those who retain their self at the highest peak of success.Else the clapping hands and applauses are for that masked face which itself reflects big failure.

It’s a coman saying..’when in rome do as the romans do..’..very correct..talk as they talk..
Write as they write..but feel as you feel.Often we try to explain ourselves to people who we care for.This happens when to try to defend our true self as opposed to the faces that we tend to avoid.But this is again a defeat.Explanations mean lack of confidence in goodness we possess.The true face when uncovered beneath several masks could win over millions of glittering gold.

It happened yesterday...

2008-12-24T19:48:00.001+05:30

During one of my journeys I got a chance to read an article which had some very inspiring statements.Some of them left an ever lasting impact on my vision.It said eyes are the most expressive part of human body.If one excels the art of reading the thoughts via eyes one could judge a person with cent percent perfection.I tried to implement this lot many times.But this idea never got too clear until yesterday.
Waiting for a friend I was standing by the road until my eyes got struck on the other side of the fence.I tried to stress my vision to view the entire picture.I could just figure out two eyes.There was a magnetism in those eyes which caught hold of my vision.I couldn’t get very sure but made out that the person was probably sitting.
Out of so much curiosity I couldn’t help crossing the fence and running to the other side.My last step to the destination was accompanied by a sudden drift from curiosity to helplessness.I had a sinking feeling.The man was sitting because he had lost his legs.He sat there with a wish to cross the road.He made each step by dragging his body forward and the entire body weight on his palms.The sight of his palm wearing a pair of slippers rather than his legs could leave any harsh hard hearted soul into deep thoughts.
Most unexpectedly his eyes carried not a bit of helplessness.But there was some kind of mystery in his expression.I somewhere felt that it was saying
loads.I elongated my stay there just to solve the mystery.He waited there for long in view to step to the other side when the traffic load comes down.Suddenly a group of school going students arrived.One of the good souls pitied his condition and dropped a coin into his bag.He gazed up.Still carrying the same blank expression on his face he looked at the kid.Here was something remarkable.His eyes showed drastically changed expression.

He did no even utter a word.He moved his hand into the bag and fetched the coin.He moved out his hand and just laid the coin on the road.This left my state of curiosity to the peak level.I wanted to find out what was his state of mind.Or had he lost all desires under his state of disaster?It was not too late when I was lost in puzzling thoughts that the next moment brought me the answer.
One of the kids from the same group approached to him.I guessed he would probably get another unawaited penny.But to my surprise the kid smiled.
He moved ahead and within a fraction of seconds he brought the traffic to a halt.At once he made a gesture asking the man to follow.That man still didn’t utter a word.But this time his eyes almost spoke publically without having a suspicious dimension.

And this was where I got my answer.Money was not was he desired.Pity was not what he upheld.He demanded just pennyless respect.He aspired not for possessing two legs that he was deprived of.He just aspired for the equitable respect that a man with two legs would have the honour to possess.
My thoughts were all shattered by a piercing voice into my ears.As expected it was my friend.I just thanked her for her coming late.Although it was a new mystery to her pointing to my unusual behaviour ,but I got a lot of unanswered questions set right.

Monsoon

2008-10-29T15:15:00.002+05:30

If i say that i love rains and that the onset of monsoons gets me on cloud nine wont i be one among the millions? Surely i will.

Each miraculous drop from heaven ignites the deepest of the hidden spirits within souls. To someone its just a muddy nuisance, spiced along with the frustrating umbrella troubles. Not far away, may be just a few steps ahead to another life within this civilzation, its an eye lotion! Doesn't every single drop arouse wonders as to how could such a scientific dillema of electrons and protons miles away drive millions of positive vibes into air? Such is the influence of these vibes that it drives the entire kingdom of nature crazy. The leaves appear to add a pinch of pixel to every inch appearing even more greener, the buds curse the nature god as to why cant they embrace those drizzles, the blooming colours on petals seem to giggle and show an eye catching display of energy infused within themselves. Such is the power of showers that in a fear to let them go the petals preserve droplets within themselves, such is the power of showers that these preserved vapours exhibit valiant display to cause enough envy to the burning star when it invades the nature next morning, the share of this power is witnessed even by the earth below. We see millions of channels of contrasting shades of brown preceeding each other with tonnes of competing expressions. The triffles above in the sky between light and sound flushes so much innovation within human mind which could be traced back to the very cause behind invention of visibility. Why else could a petty soul on earth think of invading into the powers of sky with a key tied to a kite?

Millions and Billions of showers falling on earth. Just a look at the the water falling on

its ancestors which have assembled together on earth shows how each drop yearns to

prove its worth by imaging a pearl like view. It seems as if the entire nature has gathered together to have celebrations which could be inspirations to man and aspirations to wildlife, inspirations to innovate, to show respect the authority of nature over man and yet again aspirations to giggle, to live life, to find happiness and to make an appeal to the beauty they are bestowed with!

So why not erase off the nuisance from the dictionary that nature holds high, why not feel the power and pleasure of the drizzles., why not intentionally forget the umbrella home

and then surrender yourself to monsoons!

-Aastha

Happiness

2008-10-19T21:01:00.002+05:30

To start with, I would just throw a million dollar question to you. Can you rate happiness? Could somebody tell me if I am happy? Well, if I was to answer that I would probably give a very blunt answer saying that I hardly have something with me that could give me happiness. In genuine sense, but the real answer most unexpectedly is far beyond our level of thinking.

The answer lies within the scope of vision, but far away from senses of imagination, the depth of imagination which I am speaking about lies into the mere silence that accompanies hundreds and thousands of people that we overlook so often. Did you ever witness even one single soul that was busy counting moments which gave him the zest to move on with life? Most of you have, but as I said we always overlook such petty things which in most cases struggle hard to prove their existence. A six year old street vendor, with all tatters in torn over his skin trying hard to assemble together to fulfill their purpose and we desiring for silks and velvets to adorn look at the roadside and you would probably find such souls who are destined to make one of those lamp posts their homes, they sleep under the cover of sky and still don’t bother to grumble at the bluff destiny played on them. One who has nothing to loose lives without the fear of loosing anything!

There are many such moments that make us feel low, many such moments that make us feel so close to silence that even the sweetest of all words would sound repulsive. When the music seems noise, flowers seem so much superficial, spring seems to annoy your mood, when the world feels so lost at times, when you yourself question your existence, when loneliness wins over you. There are moments when you would not hope to hope for good happening to you, when even a shooting star will not excite you to make a wish, when you want to speak a lot but things don’t permit you to, times when you want a swim deep within old lost memories to bring out smallest pearls of happiness and fun that could tell you what your future could give future when your today doesn’t really know, When you loose all hopes to meet the angels of passion to caress you, this happens when destiny works against you, you inspire yourself with the strongest of wishes and hopes but in vain, because all goes unexpected and undesired.

Kill the silence then. Let your destiny rise high. Touch the skies and start rating your happiness. Think of those poor souls who are born to suffer and struggle, those who have no zeal to prove their existence. I can bet you would end up with a smile. Make your tears your strength and trust. Have patience, if you can’t make thing go your way; bring out the best of those worst things. Keep your heart and mind lighted up even in the darkest of all moments. Once you win over this weak moment you can live life king size even in those torn and tatters.

-Aastha

Smile

2008-10-19T02:01:00.000+05:30

"WORDS AND WORDS ARE ALL I HAVE TO TAKE YOUR HEART AWAY."

Have you heard of these words? Well, I am sure most of you have, but did you ever spent a single grain of your intellect thinking whether is this really justified, are words actually required to win over a heart. I did gave it a thought this morning and believe me not a single word slipped off my tongue. It was just a curve on my face, bewildered to notice it was a "smile".

On your bed every morning you lie with the evilest emotions flooding off your heart to pour into the alarm clock, jumping out most reluctantly you desire to make your heart feel light. Just peep out of the window, nature itself welcomes you with a heartiest smile, what is required on our part is to feel the way it manifests itself for us. Look into the sky, most colorful smile you could ever see lies just there, it’s a "rainbow" ready to pour the entire spectrum into your life. Wouldn’t you greet it back with an equally welcoming smile, do that and I bet you would at once feel the entire day lying before you as light as you never felt before.

Just a wide gaze outside your window and you find the entire world giggling and making the best out of their existence, look at those nectar sucking lives, the way they take away the entire thing from within the blooming colors shows the strong bond that persists between all forms of nature, even the flowers lie all open to them to present them with the sweetness that they have with themselves. The dew droplets lubricating the beautiful blend of fragrance and colors adds numerous gems to the elegance of nature. Looking at the snow beds running over the hilltops, don’t you ever feel divine beauty that could be like an eye lotion to these tired eyes? The chirping birds like music to your tired ears and the silent beauty lying ahead would be no less than a balm to your tired hearts.

Aren’t you a part of this nature, don’t you have a strong bond with it, don’t you have a right to stay happy. Well, you do and all of us do, the difference lies only in the realization, we are reluctant to realize.

Getting ready for the day and then deciding over the wardrobe, you find numerous trails and yet in vain, deciding over red and pink and yellow you try so many, still something missing in you, to make you perfect, can you guess what could that be; a “smile”, a single smile goes thousand miles, this one thing that adds tones of beauty and a magnetic aspect to your personality. Would you afford to forget a person you met who greeted you with a lovely smile? Smile speaks a lot, after a long tiring day when back to home with a smile would be a priceless moment for your parents. A smile on the crisscrossed face of your grandma would give to the zest to smile always. A single smile on that face could speak thousands of emotions of concern and care. To a friend it would speak peaks of loyalty and affection.

So what are you thinking about? Realize, wish, desire, dream and SMILE. It costs nothing but pays a lot. Feel the positive vibes around you and you would want to live forever.

-Aastha