Soulmates - A myth??

            Pick your timeturner.. spin the wheel.. go back in time.. back to your fairy tale days.. The prince comes with a shoe.. finds the perfect match.. and there you go.. Cindrella found her prince.. and they lived happily thereafter ..*If only life were all that easy.. sigh!* but BAAMMM *reality check* we live in a real world..with  people who fear for their family, society, friends and at last fear of themselves..  In this chaotic world of ours do soul mates really exist?? Is there a Prince Charming or Princess Charming waiting for you? A match for you made in heaven.. existing??? Oh boy! Wake up .. Nothing in the world is tailor made for you..

            So what is all this tizzy about soul mates? Two people with same taste.. same ideologies.. same mindset.. same goals are soul mates. Well , that’s subjective.. Some people would say people whose imperfections match perfectly are soul mates.. In my opinion , its neither! When you find a person with exactly the same interests , ideologies and mindset as yours.. it will be astonishing.. overwhelming..  exciting.. but over passing days.. you will start reproaching it.. Its human mentality! How much ever you cherish and appreciate somebody who is like you.. deep down there.. your alter ego.. would simply despise the fact! Nobody likes having a clone or duplicate of themselves..  Every individual loves that uniqueness about himself / herself..  On the flip side.. when you find a person whose imperfections match perfectly with yours.. you will appreciate it.. you will find solace in it.. but in due course.. you will find fault with it.. you will pick up fights over it.. Again human psychology.. We are programmed to overlook the differences of opinion only for a while.. Nobody likes being contradicted for ever!

            So there is exists no soul mates?? Woah.. that’s too early to jump to a conclusion.. Out there.. in this huge World of ours.. we meet a thousand people a day.. we may like a few .. we may hate a few.. we may fall in love with a few..  But the big question here is.. out of those few you fall in love with who is the one for you?  “THE ONE FOR YOU” doesn’t jump  from heaven.. and holds a card for you..  You cant go searching for that one either..  What is the solution then? Well, the one for you.. may or maynot have the same tastes , ideologies, goals as yours.. nor may he/ she be your total opposite.. Every person on earth connects with every other person on some level or the other.. The ones which are ready to hang on there despite all the differences.. emotional drain outs.. drama .. tornadoes and down pours.. is THE ONE for you..

            As the days roll by.. your moods go for a full circle.. starting from happiness to anger to madness to silence to depression to tears to loneliness to suffocation to happiness again..  people walk in and walk out.. but only a few people choose to stay put with you.. and if among those few is the one you love.. then he or she is THE ONE for you..  If you can never let go of that one person no matter what.. if you think its all worth hanging on.. then just don’t let go ! You have found your  SOUL MATE .. your PRINCE or PRINCESS CHARMING.. But but.. and here come the buts.. In the pretext of hanging on and fighting for that love .. in the wildest of days .. in the stormiest of situations..if  even at one instance you lose yourself completely.. you are become somebody who you are not.. then trust me , its just not worth it! Changing yourself for the one you love is not wrong.. but the overdose is lethal..

            When even taking those baby steps .. learning to walk comes with a lot of difficulty.. how can the one who is gonna walk with you for the rest of your life come so easily..  When you make up your mind and decide if he/ she is the one..then its definitely worth a fight.. worth a wait..

            No two people in this world are meant to be.. People are born.. and people die.. in the journey in between.. love happens.. and when it does .. it leaves a few bruises here and there.. and when you chose to stand up tall despite all the bruises .. then love sure is going to unfold its tent and camp in your life..  

Cheers to all the soul mates out there !

End of the world

To all the people who are cracking jokes and laughing at the 21.12 myth.. sorry to say.. you have really mistaken.. the world ended even before that.. yes.. it did.. we fell short of our destiny.. the world ended on the 16^th of December!!! The day when the animal in you took control.. your mind conked out.. your humanity took a back a seat.. no no.. that’s the wrong way of putting it.. your humanity committed suicide.. and the brutal demon in you wanted to feed the pleasures of your disgusting body and soul.. Yes that was the end of the world..

Is this the first case about abuse to women..? Everyday..somewhere in this world.. be it Australia.. The United States.. Japan.. the United Kingdom..our very own motherland.. India.. be it big or small.. be it developed or under developed.. be it black or white.. some woman .. somewhere is being assaulted.. And here,  what do we do  about it.. We sit back in our living rooms.. read it on the newspapers.. see it on the television.. discuss about it..a pinch of anger.. a pinch of sorrow.. a pinch of sympathy.. how long does it last.. a minute.. a couple of minutes.. an hour.. a day.. a week maximum.. and then.. that’s it.. we are all to set for our next work.. we just move on..

But but.. do we ever think about the the family of the victim.. her life.. her future..how long is  that brutal incident going to last in their minds.. what impact does it have on their lives.. will she ever be able to get her feet  back on the ground and lead a normal happy life.. ?? How many of us think about it.. in this million odd population we can still hand count the number .. and I can bet on it.. !!

Who said education makes a person better.. who said only illiterate, uncivilized men involve in such vile acts.. Who said that all? In a country where tradition is so deep rooted.. culture is cherished and celebrated.. rites and rituals are given more importance than even life.. where morals and values run in our blood..the legacy of the family stepping down for one generation to the next.. where family bonding is not just taught but practiced.. where besides sweet, salt and spices added to your food..  compassion, love, humanity, affection are blended with the food that your mom had once fed.. if this outrageous .. horrendous incident can happen.. Then don’t you think we aren’t alive anymore..!!! The fluid flowing in our body is no more blood.. it is gutter!

Where do you think India stands in the world based on  violence? Don’t bother thinking.. it is just a mere number.. that number is not going to change anything in this beautiful country of ours.. So where is the problem.. why does this happen.. Is there an end to it.. The blame game goes for a complete circle! So there is no point in talking about that.. What is our solution.. Woah woah wait a minute.. India is facing bigger problems now.. from corruption to the Indian cricket ! They are more important now.. they have to discussed.. They have to be sorted out first.. Who cares about what happens to one girl in some town in this huge country.. Well I just have one question.. if this beautiful Mother India is going to let every child of hers succumb to physical and mental violence.. sooner or later … leaving half of her land barren.. without any of her children surviving.. then ...for who is this government going to work for?? When there are no people.. where is the question of democracy.. where is even the need for a government..???? A government is not set up for the people to fight for their personal egos or to think about why India is not playing well in the cricket matches..

All these were made for the people.. when  Cricket is to entertain.. the government is to protect.. !! It is high time that we remind our honourable government its actual purpose and its duties..

But wait…We do have proper laws to protect us.. but still we have a problem.. so where is the mistake ? Who breaks these laws?

We THE PEOPLE!!! People includes common man to the police.. and even  the President.. We break the laws … and we scream on top of our lungs for somebody ‘s justice.. what rights to do we have? Be it even the smallest of things.. If you just spit on the road.. you have broken the law.. and you have committed a crime.. and yes you are CRIMINAL.. And what rights does a criminal have to fight for justice? Whether it is big or small.. a crime is a crime.. and you are a CRIMINAL! When your mind allows you to break a small simple law.. it would definitely encourage you someday to commit a crime as disgusting as this..It is the common human attitude..nope I don’t wana even use the word ‘human’ anymore.. it is a common attitude..  that everything is fine as long as it doesn’t happen in your household.. What happens behind the closed doors of your house is none of your business..

We keep our eyes .. mouth .. ears and our sensitivities shut!!! And what do we gain from it?? Nothing.. it is not the peace of mind.. Ignorance is not going to give you a serene calm life.. It is going to inflict pain.. its ruthless claws are going to threaten you everyday.. yes it is going to kill you everyday.. It gives you FEAR!!! You will die suffering the from the pangs of fear!

Every human is made of bones.. flesh and blood.. Pain is common to all.. So you hurt somebody today.. and you inflict pain on them.. please remember you are composed of the same things.. and you are in no way immune to pain.. the same can happen to you any time..

If there is a little bit of “HUMAN” left in “MAN” .. I m appealing to you.. we are not asking you to worship us .. like Godess Laksmi.. Godess Parvati.. Godess Saraswathi.. or Virgin Mary.. we are not asking you to protect us.. we are not asking you to go out of your way and help women.. we are just asking you to let us live in peace..we are not asking your permission.. we are just emphasizing our rights.. especially to the ones who have forgotten.. we have the right to live a normal life just as any other living being on earth!!!

Till the day the humanity returns and takes its place in every soul on earth.. we are just cadavers roaming around …and the Earth is nothing but a ball.. a ball revolving to just accomplish its function.. a ball which is slowly burning to ashes in the flame of violence and brutality!!!!

Yes the world has ended for many a million like me!!

To my dear Jerry

        Friendship.. wait a minute.. I m not going to stud a new page in the book of philosophy.. Friendship -the most beautiful, serene, altruistic, sincere , honest relationship! No! No! That’s not the definition I would give . Friendship- the craziest, weirdest, stupidest, most annoying , most maddening relationship in this world. Sounds weird huh? But , I ll tell you how..

          In your friends circle, you share a different equation with each one. You may share an emotional bond with some, a fun filled bond with some, a work centric bond with some and finally this mad mad bond with some. All of us have this lunatic friend who drives you crazy with his prattle tattle, gets on your wick with his stupid ideas and triggers the devil in you.

          This one person changes the outright definition of friendship. He is the first person to laugh when you trip over a stone. He is the first person to insult you in your elite group. He is the first person to mock at your serious problems. He is the first person to shower you with insults on your new endeavors. He is the first person to greet you in the morning with abuses. He is the first person to tease you in your crush’s presence. But, what makes him so special? What kind of a bond is that? Why is it inexplicable? Does it have a special name?

          Because , he is the first person to lend his shoulder to cry on. He is the first person to pay heed to your problems. He is the first person you can count on. He is the first person who comes to your mind whether you are happy , sad or mad!

          Recently , I had a misunderstanding with my lunatic friend.  It really set me thinking as to why we share this special madness only with a few friends and not with all. This contemplation took me nowhere. I ended up watching “ Tom and Jerry” ;) However, I realized that the freedom that you have to speak your mind out , the space that he gives you with no pressure, the comfort that he gives and that tacit assurity that he is always there for you is the secret behind all the madness, friendship and affection.

          So let me give a name to this special bond – The Tom and Jerry relationship.This is a dedication to all the Toms and Jerrys in this wide world.  

To

The Jerrys,

                   You insult us,  mock at us , laugh at us, bug us, annoy us,  ruin our day and screw things up. We would still be there. Likewise,  Thank you for being there even when we insult you, scold you, bug you and scream at you. We do want to kill you. But , what would we do without you!   So we better put up with each other. And continue our way of friendship!

                                                                                                Love

                                                                                                The Toms

Kaleidoscope

                                                                             
                3:00 in the morning . She was still rolling on her bed , unable to sleep. Sigh! She surged from her bed , went to the study and picked up a novel. Hardly five minutes , she was unable to put her mind into what she was reading. Just not happening! She sneaked out of the house and went on a stooge. She felt something incomplete within her.. maybe her life.. she pondered.. But what was it? What was incomplete? A million times she asked herself .. but the answer was just silence. This tumult in her wasn’t allowing her to do anything peacefully. She was screaming her lungs out within her. But her milieu  was so much in peace. Ironical! At a distance, she could see a board swinging in the morning breeze, from the balcony of a house. She walked closer to it.  One side had the image of a bird and the other had the image of a cage. Aahn ,optical illusion! As the board began to swish in the wind, it appeared as though the bird was in the cage. She just  walked off. However that image lingered in her mind for quite a while. She imagined herself to be the bird and those burning questions in her mind to be the cage. She placed every problem of hers , one-by-one, like the iron bars of the cage. First she put forth this shiny polished bar- her social life. She hasn’t been able to be her happy self ever since she tried to evade from every single person with some lame excuses. She had to come up with false reasons and fake smiles every now and then. She wasn’t just her usual self. She was forever complaining and criticizing her friends . It eventually lead to this unrest in her life. Secondly , she placed this strong iron bar – her ambition. On  one hand, her ambition was soaring high in her dreams, in her conversations and on paper. But nothing came out in action. As on the other hand , she was refusing every opportunity that knocked her door. She was of this mad perception that anything that came her way was too below her standards and she deserved something way better for her caliber. She began giving lame reasons to refuse every offer. She was looking at everything through an inverted telescope. No wonder her  vision was big but everything else appeared small. These microscopic errors ,according to her, accumulated to form this big burning ball of innumerable questions in her mind.  She had walked so far , that she was standing at the shore. She was standing at the holy point where the three seas unite. She was standing not just at the tapering  tip of land , but also at the precipice of her life. A sudden splash of water hit her worried face , breaking the telescopic lens of hers, making her realize what all she had lost and what lay before her. She felt miserable.. She felt like a total failure. Her eyes were dwelling with tears.. her heart was heavy and her words were choking.  Behind her , she could hear the innocent voice of a little kid ‘that’s my doll! Don’t touch it!!’  It was all silent again. An elderly man walked past her with the kid . He asked the kid ‘What do you see here?’ The kid replied ‘Grandpa , the sea and the sky are meeting thereeeeeee.. and and.. I can see a half cirle at the end ‘ She giggled licking her candy.  ‘Kiddo, the earth is round and that’s why you can see half the cirle. That is why we see the sun everyday. Life is also like a cirle. You get what you give. If you give your dolls to your friends , they will do the same. If you fight with them, they will also fight. So always give the good! Go  and give the other candy to your friend. ‘
                Those words ringed in her head like the church bell. So true, she mumbled. Now , she felt more insecure because all that she had given was hatred, denial and humiliation. So what would she get in return? The thought was horrifying. She didn’t know what to do.  As though the kid read her mind , she screamed in joy ‘ Papa , look ! Like my mam said , there is always a sun after the moon ‘ . She indeed picked up that subtle message.
P.S :  Optical illusions . Most of us get carried away by them. The cage and bird are on two different sides . What appears to us is just an illusion. Like wise , the problems in our lives and we are on two different sides of a coin called LIFE . We breakdown when that illusion happens – the illusion when you are inside the problem. When we look at the problem from the other side of the coin .. BANG ON ! We get the solution.  Life is not that complicated. Life is more like a kaleidoscope. It unveils it different colours depending on the angle that we see in.
So keep rotating your kaleidoscope-life , till you see the brightest of colours- happiness!!
Happy living !!!

Being YOU !!!!

Wearing her leather jacket, she sneaked out and walked down the stairs. She fished for the keys in her pocket and routed out the socket in the bike.. The cold breeze sent a chill down her spine.. *click* the key fixed in the socket and the bike VROOOMMEEDDDD!!!!! The road was quiet, deserted and gloomy.. The chill gust pierced her body like a knife.. To get rid of that, she began her thought process.. *headlights off* Why does it happen to girls? Why cant I do what I want to do and pursue what I want *lights on* Girls have to be girly.. feminine.. meek.. touchy-feely.. and beautiful *lights off* YUK! She looked at her image on the side mirror.. and thought.. ‘Beauty and me.. are distant thoughts.. full of scars and spots.. forget it!!’ People don’t respect my ideas..*lights on * Women are respected for what they are and treated with dignity.. They are considered precious.. Life is all about loving and being loved.. and life is more beautiful when ‘she’ parts her life with her better half.. *lights off* But what about a life of her own? Her wants.. her goals.. her dreams?? *Lights on* A girl s life is complete when she sacrifices her little desires for her better half and be THE WOMAN behind the success of her better half *lights off* But she is not acknowledged for it.. Is she?? BAANNNGGGG!!! A bike hit her bike from the back.. two guys.. making faces.. grinning.. mocking .. their constant horns were earsplitting!!!! .. Her girly mind said ‘ Move away.. Ignore them.. don’t get yourself into trouble.. ‘ .. The heart said ‘ They are rogues.. why should you get scared of them.. Go blast them.. ‘ The headlight switch was a little loose.. it went *On* *Off* *On* *Off* *On* and finally it went *OFF* !!! She just looked at them.. red with rage.. her eyes burnt like fire.. and before she could utter a word.. those guys backed off... She turned back to the road.. with a little smile on her lips.. *LIGHTS ON*.. not the headlights.. but the big bright beautiful morning SUN.. it filled the entire city.. the roads.. the area and her little heart.. The morning SUN … the symbol of hope.. sign of a new beginning.. a new day.. a new life.. did brighten up her life.. Her heart began its counter arguments.. Having been a ‘girl’ .. what did you face.. the world is not going to respect you because you are sweet.. soft and nice.. Its going to crush your dreams .. whether you are the girly one or the stubborn one.. makes no difference to the world.. So, why make it easier for them.. Chins up.. Come on.. Be you.. Do what you want to do.. The happiness is boundless.. Loving and being loved by someone is wonderful.. But in the pretext of loving someone.. failing to love yourself is not fair… You are a wonderful gift to the world..slowly unwrapping.. You deserve the best.. So , please take the privilege of being the first one to love yourself completely.. and not bother about what others think.. Do things from your heart.. It may not be the best possible decision in your life.. but it will definitely be the most meaningful decision in your life.. Beaming as bright as the sun.. she walked into the railway station and waved at her dad.. Her dad waved back and said “ Arey you look beautiful today “ She blushed and replied “ Papa, I want to be a bike racer.. Yes, I ve made my decision” Her dad saw the twinkle in her eyes and hugged her in approval .. “Papa??” He said.. “Just pursue what your heart desires .. Am I Right? “ and he winked ..

Beauty is not just in the skin and face.. its in your heart.. When you live YOUR LIFE on your terms.. the way you want it.. the pleasure and glee that fills your heart is reflected on your face.. That’s the real beauty.. Look for that beauty in you.. Simply be who you are.. Nobody can do that better than you.. You are precious.. You are a gift.. Love yourself.. Celebrate yourself.. and *tada* here it is.. “THE BEAUTIFUL YOU “

Language of the heart- Smile

Up went the swing.. her curly locks flying.. widening her smile.. and ‘Weeeeeee’ the tiny tot whooped.. “Wish I were her” implored a glum heart .. “Wish I could have tat heartwarming smile” ..“Wish I could regain that gift of innocence” mumbled a dejected heart.. So what was that heart demanding for.. craving for.. It’s the simple thing H-A-P-P-I-N-E-S-S!!! Is it the longing of only that heart? It is the craving of every heart which has love and life besides flesh and blood.

In our lives.. countless number of times we lose a smile.. and let emptiness engulf us.. For an instant, picture yourself jumping off a cliff.. you are fighting to breathe.. screaming on top of your lungs.. shutting your eyes so tight.. but you are going down faster and faster.. welcomed by gravity with its scary arms.. and ‘Eeeeks’ you land on a spring bed.. Sigh!!! You say to yourself.. “Man, I m still alive!” and flash your pearly whites.. thinking it’s a “MIRACLE” . That’s exactly what life is..

Life is a miracle.. which we ought to celebrate, cherish and be grateful for .. Every other feeling is an element that beautifies this precious gift of ours.. However we look at those feelings through a magnifier .. curse our lives.. brood over it.. rather than taking it as a pin that pricks your finger while unwrapping this magnificent gift.

HAPPINESS is not materialistic.. it is neither given nor taken.. it is generated in you.. it is born .. every second in your bosom.. but we don’t realize it.. That is when we need a stimulation.. And every other feeling serves as a stimulator or a retarder..Happiness is always within you.. permanently seated in the bottom of your heart.. we ought to pump it up to those curvy lips and pearly whites to flash that million dollar smile.

Touch your heart .. you feel it.. you feel it beat.. pumping blood every second.. and up with the blood flows the happiness rejuvenating every cell.. making you glisten like the dew drop in the shimmering rays.. so fresh.. so clear.. so light..

Don’t search for happiness elsewhere.. don’t brood over its absence.. don’t complain over its inefficiency.. If you think , you are missing it.. close your eyes.. feel your heart.. feel its beat.. it has never stopped beating.. it has never absconded.. it has never been inefficient.. it has always been there.. beating for you.. That’s where all the happiness lies.

Your happiness is lost only when your heart stops.. so , till the last beating of your heart..till the final breathing of your lungs.. let the happiness in you thrive.. Live and let live.. Make your happiness the stimulus to every smile around.

Sparks from the ashes

The house was quiet .. sitting at her desk.. she was dozing off.. but the conflict in her mind shook her up.. as the silence of the night unlocked the doors of her heart.. the debate began.. her heart painted a beautiful picture of the smile.. the charm.. the warmth.. the fun.. the bond.. in a flash .. the mind burnt it with the pain.. the stinger .. the reality.. She replayed it over and over again.. bewilderment only prevailed.. She couldn’t decide.. whether to let go or hold on tight.. Sigh! She started all over again.. defined him as a bundle of joy.. an epitome of fun.. a surprise package of talent.. a mastermind of solutions.. a lovable chatter box.. a magnet which drew every lass.. he perfectly fit the tag ‘the prince charming’ but.. but.. a discreet heart.. a complex mind.. a care free attitude framed the other side of him..he was so typically ‘a boy’ … Cronies who joined hands initially.. enjoyed his charm.. his warmth .. his company.. dropped out as the journey proceeded.. having figured out that the destination is still far away.. no one could get closer to him.. the friendship neither deepens or strengthens.. the aftermath being rifts.. typhoons and tornadoes hit but nothing shook this mighty heart.. Friends withered.. time crawled.. smiles faded.. scars remained..

However, there was a heretic who believed that this cloak of charm.. fun .. ignorance.. immaturity.. camouflaged a heart which was sensible.. sensitive.. practical.. serious.. and with oodles of love .. Carried away by the facade people failed to unveil the real persona.. with the passing years.. it shut itself behind the bars.. prohibited for anyone.. Though he was tagged ‘ incorrigible’ she knew what he was.. she saw something in him which didn’t appeal to others.. she knew that his real persona could take everyone by storm.. so she was covertly beaveriug away on breaking the iron curtain.. and reach his bosom.. she left no stone unturned.. she was a fighter .. she tried over and over again.. disappointments and failures engulfed her.. at the saturation point.. trying to unravel the mysteries of his persona.. she fell for him.. but what ignited the spark of love in her.. she didn't know.. was it the disguised him or the real him.. neither her mind or her heart knew.. she hated him for his obstinacy but loved him for his concealed sensibility .. the conflicts were never ending..

As in any fairy tale love won over hatred.. but in reality she failed.. her love faltered.. she couldn't win his heart.. he tossed her away.. this set her heart ablaze.. but like the phoenix.. her heart was born from the ashes.. now with more love and more strength.. ready to conquer his heart.. but he vanished .. she could no longer reach him.. time dwindled… DONG..the clock struck twelve.. she sank in her bed..sealed her eyelids.. waiting for her prince charming to turn up someday.. at least for now in her dreams…

Twinkle little star

The cool breeze fondled their cheeks as they strode across the dunes.. a stench pierced their nostrils… suspense building in her mind.. “Shhhh..” he said.. “ Now listen!” … listen.. ‘ Listen carefully”… she cracked a smile… Before her was the breathtaking beauty of the shimmering blue carpet.. against the backdrop of the pitch dark sky..with the teeny weeny stars..She sat on the catamaran.. the world transformed in a fraction.. her kingdom before.. she adored it in solitude.. as she watched the white dragons dance on the blue screen..her thoughts drifted.. Down the memory lane she went.. bits and pieces of the past flashed before her..

Anything she stepped into.. success is all what she saw.. arrogance and pomposity defined her.. she received hatred in response.. So, she camouflaged the devil in an ‘angel ‘ cloak.. she tried changing the lives of her friends.. ‘for their good’ she thought.. .. she dominated their ideas, decisions and hence their lives.. she was tagged ‘The angel’ ..However, there was one specimen in her world..who criticized her.. mocked at her.. for the good or bad.. it was only bewilderment!! Slowly her gaze shifted to the sparkling big star.. the ‘ Pole star’!!!

The mammoth ships which sail on the deep blue beauty are guided by this twinkling pole star. Something struck her mind.. she turned and looked at him..’Watch out’ he said… A thread of comparison ran in her mind.. every time she walked off.. every time she was dumped.. every time she rode high on the waves of success.. it was HIM.. though she was surrounded by the ups and downs of the evenly blue sea.. it was him.. her pole star.. who brought her feet back on the ground.. but, she took him for granted.. Now, he stood there.. before her.. love in his eyes.. smile on his lips..

She took his hand in hers.. ran towards the water.. The water splashed on their feet..it sent chills down her spine.. the waters receded in a wink…only the moisture remained on their feet.. “Love you , bro!” she said.. and glanced at the stars.. ** twinks** the star winked!!

Special people enter our lives in the not-so-special occasions.. but what they leave in us is a part of themselves.. they chisel us.. they are our reflections.. they are the catalysts.. We ignore them.. dump them.. however, when life has nothing more to offer us.. we go back to them.. and find solace on their shoulders..

But.. but.. nothing in life is permanent.. special ones hit you like the waves.. fill you with excitement.. shower love on you.. and vanish before you realize.. leaving behind only the warmth in her hearts.. and smile on our lips.. and tears in our eyes..

So, wake up!! Spot your pole star.. hold them tight.. Love these angels.. !!!

WHITE BIRD

Faintly, she opened her big brown eyes.. the place was buzzing.. colourful shops.. yummy chocolates.. beautiful teddy bears.. her eyes twinkled with joy.. her bunny teeth flashed.. oopsie.. she heard her mom ‘s voice.. They rushed towards the counter.. her little toddler shoes giving queeky quacky sounds.. turning a few heads.

She noticed a long queue nearby.. she was startled by the sight.. big big bags going into a scary ghost’s mouth..She buried her face in her mom’s saree.

“Pretty frock’ said a voice.. She turned..Phew!!! It was uncle..Bizarre!! It was his dressing.. She wondered why is he wearing the Popye Pluto dress!! Mom caught her hands and dragged her amidst the crowd. She took a sneak peek through the window.. “What bird is it , ma?” she questioned… Everyone around burst into laughter.Puff Puff Steam puffed from her ears.. her face turned rosy red..

Minutes later they were climbing the stairs..The lady at the door welcomed them with a warm smile.. “WOWWW!!! Beautiful!!!”she mumbled.. A pretty lady ushered them to their seats.. The television there was stuck to the wall.. The seats were red with hangings around.. It was like a fairy tale.. with beautiful angel-like women everywhere..

Suddenly, a ear splitting creak.. she could feel her heart beating fast.. her hands shivering.. she shut her eyes tight and held her mom’s hand.. her mom’s hands were trembling too.. those two minutes looked like hours.. engulfed in fear.. a tiny drop rolled down from her eyes.

“Oh my” she wondered.. what went wrong with her tummy now.. she could feel butterflies in her tummy.. she complained to mamma.. She smiled and asked her to peep through the window.. It was like a drawing.. Mom pointed to a tall building and said “That must be our house..” She laughed at mom’s ignorance.

Her eyes were glued to the window.. she could see some green lines with blue dots here and there.. She wondered if they were colourful ants..

A pretty lass spoke something to mom.. She could understand only “Coffee” from the conversation.. “Coooffffeee “ she grinned.. Her focus again shifted to the window.. Mmmmm.. she could smell the coffee now.. she jolted.. Damn!! Coffee all over her white frock.. her hands burning.. They rushed to the cabin.. wiped off the coffee and took her back to the seat..

Back!! She sighed.. She could see something white approaching her through the window.. closer and closer it came.. she shut her eyes.. bang! There was a noise… With her eyes shut.. she drifted into her world of dreams .

Wake up!!! Mom cried out.. “How long , ma?” she enquired rubbing her eyes.. “Ten minutes” mom said.. Again that terrible noise.. this time.. she could feel dragon flies in her tummy..

In just wink , she found herself in a beautiful bus.. They began walking again.. Mom gave her the little bag and walked through the doors.. She found some lines on the board.. some weird language.. she pointed towards it.. a passerby.. smiled at the little girl and said “Welcome to Muscat”..The doors opened automatically.. twas like a magic!!!

“Daddy”, she screamed.. her voice filled with joy, excitement and love.. Dad took her in his arms and asked “How was the flight journey, kiddo?” She replied in a angelic tone..”Daddy, the big white bird flew high and high and high” .. “That’s my girl!”.. His brown eyes sparkling….

They say “Angels can fly because they carry no burden”.. Likewise.. innocence is adorable as it carries no malevolence.

Roots and Wings!!!!!

6.00 AM .. The journey began.The mercury showed 36 C so early in the morning. The shimmering rays fell on her face. Sigh!! Is it a ray of hope? Loaded with countless questions , she sank in the rear seat.. They drove past the buzzing cars, screaming people and blaring speakers. One of Ilaiyaraja's tracks playing in the car.. her thoughts ran to the past.Her eyes shut tight.. tears rolled down her cheeks. 'Life s changed' she mumbled.. She felt herself locked in every convolution. She wanted to break it all. The harder she tried .. the stronger its hold became.. The melancholy of the song piercing her heart.. reminiscing.. Smiles, classes, lunch boxes, exams, tears, college, friends, farewell, office.. everything flashed one by one.. The big bunch of buddies.. the fun.. the love.. the friendship.. the contentment.. 'The best part of my life'.. she could hear her mellifluous voice.. The next phase - begins college.. discomfort.. irritation.. frustration.. missing her second home.. struggling to meet demands.. live up to expectations.. to spend time with everyone.. suffocation.. friends drifted.. the rift grew bigger.. misunderstandings.. she uprooted herself from her world.. She stepped into the college .. her new world .. friends.. and loads of friends ... some good , some bad.. some lasted, some withered.. few smiles, plenty of fights.. loads of fun.. heaps of disgust..taste of success.. At the end of the day.. 'This is the best part of my life' said a matured voice.. Life drifted to its next phase.. work.. independence.. luxury.. she could reach for the stars.. then followed commitments.. arguments...heart breaks.. depressions.. her heart felt heavy.. she wanted to break free.. THUNDERCLAP!!!! the clouds began to pour.. the little rain drop rolled down on one cheek.. the heavy warm tear rolled down on the other cheek..Far , far away.. she could see the RAINBOW faintly.. emotions spurted.. her face brightened.. realization dawned.. The COLOURS OF LIFE - violet, indigo, blue , green , yellow , orange and red.. she could connect with each colour.. Finally she looked up.. the clouds cleared..she smiled.. its white now!!!!

She doodled.. I want the roots and the wings.. I want the commitments and the freedom.. Love is the root.. faith and hope is the wind under my wing.. And now .. I will soar high!!!!!!

She said to herself.. THE BEST IS YET TO COME!!!!

L'Ange

Times when Hero meant Dad.. Love meant Mom.. Happiness meant chocolate.. joy meant playing.. her little hands joined together .. her rosy lips mumbling. She was in the exam hall.. not thinking about her exam.. but praying for something else. She walked through the doors to see her gift. Her angel was purple..She caressed his little fingers.. “Oh my !! this is real.”Her liking, love, wish, yearning, emotions and her life changed.. in just a wink. He redefined love to her. She learnt to give… she learnt to love.. she learnt to give with love.. So who was he? She played with him, annoyed him,tickled him, punched him and loved him.. The fire in her eyes when her friends touched him.. the tear in her eyes when he hit her.. the smile on her lips when he kissed her.. That’s the origin of a beautiful bond. Years passed by.. room changed from pink to blue.. butterflies to motorbikes.. singing dolls to racing cars.. lullabies to pillow fights.. hidden notebooks, injured dolls, marks on faces, flying remote control.. Has the love vanished? No!!!! In the midst of this cold war, he never lets her cry alone… she never lets him walk alone..There is always a shoulder to lean on.. there is always a hand to wipe off the tears.. They are the best buddies.. They are the pernicious enemies.. They are Siblings.

Millions of people around us.. the fun , excitement, love, friendship, sorrow, happiness and the agony.. People walk in and people walk out.. but it’s this lovely relation which stays with us.. knows us inside out and still loves us.. However, we take them for granted… But today.. walk up to your sibling.. give him/her a hug and say “I love you !” They will laugh at you.. push you away.. give you weird stares.. but they will love you back with all their heart.

Happy Valentine’s day!!!!

This is dedicated to my little baby brother ( who hates being called so) Load of hugs and kisses little boy!!!

Engineering- An aspiration, inspiration and... perception!!!

"Kehathe hai, Agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaho, tho poori kainath use tumse milane ke koshish me lag jathi hai..”

 
It means: It is often said that if you want something or someone to be all yours then life starts turning things to get you to meet with them

 This is the dialogue rendered by Sharukh Khan in Om Shanthi Om. 
These lines have immense significance in my life. Being a biology student in Class 12, Medicine was my first preference. Eventually, I have ended up in an Engineering college. What engineering means to me??? This is my take on Engineering.

Today, nine out of ten in a group are engineers. Are we to blame the education system or our attitude? What does engineering offer? By the end of four years, you have your dream job. Is that all? There were times when people looked up to engineering. Now, the moment I say ‘engineering’ the eye brows raise and sarcasm pops in. Has engineering become so cheap? The fact is , not every engineering student is a real engineer.

Still bewildered? What does engineering actually mean? Engineering is dreaming, believing in that dream and making it a reality. It is an art. It bestows us with the freedom to explore the world from its scratch to its skyscrapers. It is an individual’s perception.

Making a different career choice does not make a person different. Standing out in our own community of engineers is more challenging. It gives us the opportunity to raise our standards and find a place in this competitive world of ours.

Here, I stand as an engineer with no regrets. Maybe this is where I actually belong. Maybe, this was earnest desire. And , I m living it now. Proud to be an engineer.

Lets put an end to all the sarcasm. Let your imagination soar… fly high and reach the sky.

The final verdict is , being an engineer, conceive the unimaginable, feel the intangible and achieve the impossible.

Cheers to all the Engineers!!!!!