I can still hear those cute little sparrows chirping at the crack of dawn. They woke me up, but this never made me angry. I felt their excitement contagious.
One trim and smart figure holds my hand in his and off we go hand in hand to explore new experiences nature had in store for us that warm morning. The route we adopt is strangely familiar. ‘The Golf Ground’ is one fascinating place. I obediently stand with this figure well draped in a coat and together we watch the gifted players playing golf on the tender green bed. From a source unknown a golf ball drops right next to us. We wait. Nobody claims it. The hand which held me releases grip and pockets the ball. We move on, hand in hand again. I constantly eye the round lump in his pocket. We reach ‘The Guest House’. I am left free in this semi-circular area adorned by huge trees and tiny butterflies. The figure with a scarf around his neck keeps an eye on me as I play my own game in nature’s company. He stands facing the Sun; arms wrapped across his chest enjoying a sun-bath.
Once again, we lock our hands in each others and head back home greeting friends on the way. A restless and curious mind, I still have an eye on his pocket. We reach home. That calm and resolute figure changes his attire, mounts his reading glasses on his sharp nose and drowns into the newspaper.
A soft and caring voice then calls for me. I run towards her. She aids me in the shower and religiously teaches me a few ‘shlokas’ which I recite with eyes tight shut. The short but sweet lady seems satisfied. Grumbling with love she decks me up with ribbons, tie, belt, socks and shoes. She wipes my mouth one final time with her sari whose fragrance speaks volumes in deep silence. I reach the door. The strict-looking figure holding the newspaper eyed the lovely lady and then revealed that the golf ball was in my cupboard. There was a twinkle in his handsome eyes and radiance on her face as my lips unfurled a big smile.
Coming back to the present, recovering from nostalgia I look around incisively.
The firm hand that held me was those of my grandfathers and the gentle voice the called me was that of my grandmothers. The warmth in his hands and the fragrance of her sari still linger around me……..
Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Drunken Brawl
I feel drunk some times. Your eyebrows are narrowing, I guess. I feel amazed that I can get drunk even without a sip of alcohol. Your thoughts are racing, I can sense. When I feel drunk I let go my self to acceptable degree of senselessness. You are restraining a faint smile, maybe. It always feels good to sound incoherent and funny when you feel drunk; I think this happens naturally! You may be raising your eyebrows indicating surprise.
Some days when a happy thought so rare and so enticing engulfs me, my smile just refuses to diminish, and I feel so contagious with joy, its when I firmly believe Santa is on his way with a bag full of presents, and that a gorgeous angel with a star studded crown is somewhere around - I feel so drunk with ecstasy!
Some days when a few perplex thoughts leave me feeling lost and helpless, my eyes reflect nothing but apprehension and my actions seem surprisingly unfocused, its when I experience a burning desire to peep into my own future and calm thy soul - I feel so drunk with scepticism!
Some days when grief strikes I feel so low I can hardly say why or what is making me feel so distressed. I feel like a loner in quest for something that seems to make no sense to others, I feel like I am fighting a battle field of questions all by myself, unable to seek answers – I feel so drunk with sorrow and nothingness!
A concoction of feelings seems to lead me to this phase each time. I feel like I am in a drunken brawl with myself…..you too feel drunk sometimes, don’t you?
Some days when a happy thought so rare and so enticing engulfs me, my smile just refuses to diminish, and I feel so contagious with joy, its when I firmly believe Santa is on his way with a bag full of presents, and that a gorgeous angel with a star studded crown is somewhere around - I feel so drunk with ecstasy!
Some days when a few perplex thoughts leave me feeling lost and helpless, my eyes reflect nothing but apprehension and my actions seem surprisingly unfocused, its when I experience a burning desire to peep into my own future and calm thy soul - I feel so drunk with scepticism!
Some days when grief strikes I feel so low I can hardly say why or what is making me feel so distressed. I feel like a loner in quest for something that seems to make no sense to others, I feel like I am fighting a battle field of questions all by myself, unable to seek answers – I feel so drunk with sorrow and nothingness!
A concoction of feelings seems to lead me to this phase each time. I feel like I am in a drunken brawl with myself…..you too feel drunk sometimes, don’t you?
Friday, August 10, 2007
A Glance and few Moments
Just a few moments and a few people are all you need. Humans by nature are so interlinked and interdependent in such intricate fashion, if you care to interpret this manner you may well be surprised. I can vouch that in a day you would bump into some one who would remind you of some one else. Some times this encounter can plunge you into momentary nostalgia or you can feel yourself talking or thinking about the person you were just reminded of for the rest of the day.
This experience strikes me almost every other day – at the train station, at work, at home and not to my surprise even when I am alone!
You happen to see an anonymous person during your travel and you are amazed by the striking resemblance he/she has to someone from your intimate web of family and friends. Your behaviour and your very own self are bits and pieces of a jig saw puzzle of blood-links. Somebody’s eyes, their voice, and their smile sends in a flush of memories –good or bad; old and new.
Your mind races from thoughts about one person to another and you feel transported from one point in your life to another. A glance of someone was all you had. A few moments is all it took to rejuvenate the strands of your web- woven strong against time and distance!
This experience strikes me almost every other day – at the train station, at work, at home and not to my surprise even when I am alone!
You happen to see an anonymous person during your travel and you are amazed by the striking resemblance he/she has to someone from your intimate web of family and friends. Your behaviour and your very own self are bits and pieces of a jig saw puzzle of blood-links. Somebody’s eyes, their voice, and their smile sends in a flush of memories –good or bad; old and new.
Your mind races from thoughts about one person to another and you feel transported from one point in your life to another. A glance of someone was all you had. A few moments is all it took to rejuvenate the strands of your web- woven strong against time and distance!
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
FicFacto Charm!
My Fact and Fiction Catalouge
Fact:
"Every day is a challenge: testing your core being. Some days are good and some not so good."
Fiction:
"(On a not so good day): I am with Shrek and Donkey in the swamp and the world seems so peaceful and simple….
PS: No Fiona and hence no little ogres!"
Fact:
"Roger Fedrer's game -ridiculously close to perfection!"
Fiction:
"I am at the foot of Swiss Alps having hot chocolate drink on a pleasant sunny morning with Roger Fedrer.
PS:Ofcourse I am blushing! :)"
Fact:
"Nature- second prettiest and most wonderful gentle lady in my life"
Fiction:
"I am a butterfly; flirting with a sparrow today, daffodil tomorrow.....
PS:I sure have butterflies in my stomach whilst flirting! :)"
Fact:
"I hardly know a few men who have the habit of reading. Very unimpressive!"
Fiction:
"No men, no cry!! Bliss!"
Fact:
"Modesty and intellignece, I believe is a rare combination!"
Fiction:
"This combination being modestly common!"
Fact:
"I dislike people who disrespect food"
Fiction:
"These people should remain constipated for the rest of their lives!"
Fact:
"Every day is a challenge: testing your core being. Some days are good and some not so good."
Fiction:
"(On a not so good day): I am with Shrek and Donkey in the swamp and the world seems so peaceful and simple….
PS: No Fiona and hence no little ogres!"
Fact:
"Roger Fedrer's game -ridiculously close to perfection!"
Fiction:
"I am at the foot of Swiss Alps having hot chocolate drink on a pleasant sunny morning with Roger Fedrer.
PS:Ofcourse I am blushing! :)"
Fact:
"Nature- second prettiest and most wonderful gentle lady in my life"
Fiction:
"I am a butterfly; flirting with a sparrow today, daffodil tomorrow.....
PS:I sure have butterflies in my stomach whilst flirting! :)"
Fact:
"I hardly know a few men who have the habit of reading. Very unimpressive!"
Fiction:
"No men, no cry!! Bliss!"
Fact:
"Modesty and intellignece, I believe is a rare combination!"
Fiction:
"This combination being modestly common!"
Fact:
"I dislike people who disrespect food"
Fiction:
"These people should remain constipated for the rest of their lives!"
Moody Moments
A houseful of people reverberating with conversations, and a crowded train parading Friday night exhilaration. You are a part of this crowd – seemingly only physically.
Your melancholic heart elicits a delirious mind. All you wish at this moment is to vanish into oblivion. Suddenly solitude seems a frantic bliss.
You share a bond - a bond of love, respect and understanding with your kith and kin. They are with you through your thick and thin. But it is this enigmatic piece of you which just craves for a chunk of time to think about nobody in particular and nothing in general. Just some scattered thoughts and some rambling questions in your mind.
You may play some soothing music in the background or take a long peace-seeking walk amidst nature or a nap on your couch-all this in self company. Self-love instantly feels so tranquil and gratifying.
Wanting to experience solitude is a passing phase- a natural phase which re-surfaces time and again. Let go yourself from the madding crowd. Slip away into self-shell when ever you fail to restrain the impulsive urge for some isolation.
No sooner will it dawn on you that the only way out of this phase is through it- through self-discovery!
Your melancholic heart elicits a delirious mind. All you wish at this moment is to vanish into oblivion. Suddenly solitude seems a frantic bliss.
You share a bond - a bond of love, respect and understanding with your kith and kin. They are with you through your thick and thin. But it is this enigmatic piece of you which just craves for a chunk of time to think about nobody in particular and nothing in general. Just some scattered thoughts and some rambling questions in your mind.
You may play some soothing music in the background or take a long peace-seeking walk amidst nature or a nap on your couch-all this in self company. Self-love instantly feels so tranquil and gratifying.
Wanting to experience solitude is a passing phase- a natural phase which re-surfaces time and again. Let go yourself from the madding crowd. Slip away into self-shell when ever you fail to restrain the impulsive urge for some isolation.
No sooner will it dawn on you that the only way out of this phase is through it- through self-discovery!
Inception
A breeze of thoughts blows past me
Passionate dreams from deep within begin to buzz like a bee
To quench this fervour, from the luxuries of the present I wish to flee
I feel plagued by questions as to the very being I ought to be
My mind is so distraught and my heart so beset
I yearn to break free and experience a definitive onset
I look up to the sky and into the vast nature fields
Seeking for some answers to action my deeds
I tell myself- one step at a time, strong and bold
If I fumble, my courage and faith is a reassuring hold
Time does fly; a life time will go by
To realize and transcend your dreams is worth a try
Passionate dreams from deep within begin to buzz like a bee
To quench this fervour, from the luxuries of the present I wish to flee
I feel plagued by questions as to the very being I ought to be
My mind is so distraught and my heart so beset
I yearn to break free and experience a definitive onset
I look up to the sky and into the vast nature fields
Seeking for some answers to action my deeds
I tell myself- one step at a time, strong and bold
If I fumble, my courage and faith is a reassuring hold
Time does fly; a life time will go by
To realize and transcend your dreams is worth a try
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