OMG!!This day light savings time is wreaking havoc in my life. It makes me wake up in the middle of the night like 3.30 a.m., 4.00 a.m…….Yesterday for instance I woke up at 3.45 a.m. Tell me, is this any time to wake up? I really wanted to know I'm the only one suffering from this or any other out there has the same problem as mine. I took a sneak peak from my window to see………..oh!oh!what is this??? I tiptoed to my living room, pulled the blinds of the balcony. As the blinds slid either side , a beauty unfolded in front of my very own eyes. I stood there thunderstruck. I stood there without blinking my eyes. I stood there with my mouth ajar. If my eyes had the ability to type it would've done justice to what I saw. Since my fingers are typing, it's struggling for the right words to describe the beauty. I peeked out of my window thinking that I would see dark morning but what I saw was white night. Yes people, the entire outside was encompassed by dense white fog. It felt like all the clouds of the world got dumped outside of our building. It felt like a colossal white cotton candy bobbing around. I didn't want to take my eyes off of the beauty. I didn't want to sit and enjoy the beauty either. I wanted to go out and feel the "thing". I did all my morning obligations with my eyes and mind on the beauty. As soon as I heard my husband & son waking up, I got into my shoes, attached myself to a jacket, plopped Titanic orchestra(lyrics wont work for me)into my ears and tumbled down the stairs (to avoid array of questions) and pushed open the door to the building.
As I laid my first step on the ground, the fog embraced me as if it was waiting for me to come out. I stood there without knowing what to do. As if the fog understood my predicament, it started moving away from me. I followed its path as if I was in a trance. As I reached our parking lot, I gaped at the cars covered by the fog. I tried to find our car but couldn't. The fog moved further as if it was saying "enough finding your car, let's see something else." I followed the fog meticulously. There was no single soul outside except the soul that lost her mind to the fog. I reached the end of the avenue and stopped in bewilderment. The fog had made a bridge between the tall trees and the sky. Before my eyes could catch the scene, the fog drifted away from me further. With that titanic stirring my soul, I continued my journey with the fog. It took me to the playground to brag its beauty. It showed me the grass and boasted its beauty. Finally it took me back home where I belong. With heavy heart, I bid adieu to the fog that showed me the serene beauty I have never seen before. I closed the door to the building and started climbing the stairs. I took the first step and turned back. The fog was still there as if waiting for me to go in. I took the final step and turned back, it was gone so was my serenity. I opened my apartment door and the household duties embraced me. Ah………….
Trust is a thing which you can't see what a person will do with your trust in future, so trust the person who is more trustable than your Heart and Soul.
With immense pain in his eyes he looked at the strong built 7 feet giant in front of him. The bald giant was having brown beards and an ear ring pierced on his left ear. He pulled out the sword from the warrior’s belly. The warrior, although a skilled fighter was not as huge as the black giant. The warrior looked at the bald fighter while lights leaving his eyes. But, the bald fighter was still not satisfied. He stabbed him again. This time the warrior could not take the blow. His knees tilted unable to hold his body erect. His breathing rose, singing the song bidding a bye to this world. His first drop of blood rushing out of his chest hit the ground creating an outcry as if some mountain has broken down to dust. The sand on which the blood fell jumped with joy. The sand knew that she will be worshipped by people for centuries.
The warrior looked around. Everything was getting slower & slower with time. The masked people in black armours where fighting with the orange warriors. The weapons of the black fighters where way superior then the orange warriors, but it was not enough to kill their spirits. The warrior looked around and his eyes get stuck at the people standing at the top of the fort. The people who refused to take the battle. Who preferred to stay back safe and accept what fate will bring to them.
He turned his head. He saw a guy in the orange warrior’s armour standing just outside the circle of fighting arena near the woods. Their eyes met. He could not dare to look into the eyes of his king. He lowered his eyes, put down his armour on the sand, and nude, he run away into the woods.
He then turned his eyes towards east and saw two warriors in orange armour running towards him, probably to save him. But they could not. Some arrow flying of the sky, hit the left warrior. The second warrior turned to him to help him. Unnoticed, a black armoured guy came from somewhere. With a slashing sound, blood spilled out of the warrior’s throat. The two allies fell on the ground, looked at each other, with zeal & pride.
The warrior king saw two of his allies dying. But there was no sign of pity in his eyes. He looked at their dead bodies proudly and gave a farewell smile. The huge bald fighter looked at the warrior. His shadow covered the upper half of the fallen warrior. The warrior tilted his head and looked in to the eyes of the bald giant. He was in immense pain, but there was no sign of fear. He was proud when he looked at the giant. He knew that he is going to die, but it was a feeling like no parallel. He was dying trying to do what he wanted to. He was giving a meaning to his life, and he knew that he will be worshipped for his deeds.
The black giant just could not take it anymore. He wasn’t happy. May be he wanted to see the warrior begging for his life, maybe he wanted him to be feared of death. The giant knew that the warrior will die in moments, but he could not even take those moments. He didn’t have the courage to look into his eyes. He stretched his arms, holding the sword. The reflection of sun from his sword on the face of the warrior, made the sun glow a bit more than usual. With sound creating chaos in the heart of the ocean wind, coming from the ocean of spirits next to the fort, the sword was pushed into the heart of the warrior. With a long sigh, the warrior was free from all miseries.
The time took a pause. Everything, living & dead stopped at that very moment. A single blood trail walked pass his chest, touched the ground gently. From his chest, pushed out a source of light, a ball of flames. It was so high on energy as if a thousand suns are glowing at that battle field. It hovered over his body for sometimes, bidding a tribute. It then flew up towards heaven. Slowly, the light turned to normal, things get back to motion. The warriors, all of them, both in orange and black, stood still.
The black giant could not hold the weight of that sword anymore; he let it fall on the ground. They all have witnessed the whole sequence. Maybe it was God’s will, maybe it was the effect of the warrior’s spirit.
I don’t know the exact reason, but the battle stopped. May be they all were enlightened. The black fighters sailed back to their land. They didn’t take anything from that place, except a small part of the sand, soaked in the blood of the warrior. The people who refused to fight and were ready to be slaved, were so ashamed of themselves that they left the “Braveland”.
The place where the warrior died has a huge temple, made of gold. The walls are crafted with the story of his life. At the top of the temple is a diamond they say, as huge as a full grown tiger. It was gifted by the black fighter king.
You can still visit this place. You can still meet the warriors blessed with an eternal life. You can still touch the statue of the warrior who died trying. But, there is just one condition, you need to find the “braveland”. There is no map to go there. But, there is a way to get a map. As per the legends, the map lies within your heart. All you have to do is to close your eyes, and realise what you want and then have to be brave enough to follow your heart. If you will win, you will be blessed with eternal life, and if you would die trying, you will become “The Next Warrior of Braveland”.
Sitting below a machine I was trying to detect an error I had never witnessed in my life. The machine operator standing next to me looks at my observation as some kind of rocket science. Well, all I can say is that he has a huge misconception about my vast knowledge. While I was looking at a particular mechanically controlled electrical signal changing device (switch) using an ultra-heated tungsten filament element (bulb), there was an error in the transmission of electrically charged particles coming from the hydro-electric power generator via long windings of electrically insulated voltage stepping down devices (power cut).
Thankfully, now the hard hitting cacophony of various machines stopped. Staying inside for the last 3-4 hours I finally had a valid reason to take a break without the customer questioning my dedication towards my job. I walked towards the huge gate of the factory meant to take in/out the trucks carrying raw materials and finished goods. As I was walking towards the gate, I could slowly hear the rising sound of water drops. At the gate, I stand and looked towards the falling droplets, making semi-spherical hubs on the surface which lasted for a few seconds, before it got burst and a new hub got created.
I saw two kids standing outside in the rain. The first kid tilted his neck upwards to taste the water. The other kid (probably 3 years younger to him) followed. All of a sudden I felt a thirst to taste those falling droplets. Then I looked at myself. The red T-shirt I was wearing had a logo of some utterly disciplined Japanese company, which resembled more like a pizza hut uniform, prohibited me from doing so. There is one extremely awesome fact I Love about “mind”. It is impossible to bind it. The red T might be a stop signal for me, but it holds no strength to imprison my mind.
The condensed molecules of hydrogen and oxygen linked in a ratio of 2:1 falling due to the gravity, reminded me of the last rain I cherished long back.
Me: abe sale chal na. mast baras rha hai paani.
Rajeev: paaagal hai be. Sala tabiyat kharab ho jayegi.
Me: abe chal na sale.
Rahul: chod na be iss ga**u ko. Chal na hum dono hi chalte hain. Ye to choo**ya hai.
Rajeev: abe sale. Tabiyat kharab ho gyi to ga** fat jayegi. Papers dene hain yar.
Rahul: dekhoo Rajeev. Tum amar choo**ya ho, aur sabit mat karo. Chalna hai to chalo nahi to Priyank k sath boom badam karte rho.
Me: abe chal na yar. Waise bhi sali last barish hai college ki.
[Well, that day Rajeev agreed to join us. However, now I must apologies to Rajeev and Rahul as I used all the abuses in their part of conversation. Kya karoon yar family wale bhi padhenge.]
There is one more very interesting fact about mind. It can link things and create a whole new sequence. My mind started to explore the glands of my brain which keeps a track of past experiences (memory).
Everything just exploded inside. The long nights of hostel, watching movies, playing cricket, baseless discussions and idiotic jokes. Witnessing T20 with 1000 more people on the roof of the mess. The huge shot by Dhoni in world cup finale in the auditorium ground.The kick ass birthday night, relationship me ane ki party, break up ho jane ki party. Class bunk krke movies dekhna, exams k time niche wali canteen me bhelpoori khana. Wo Sali canteen band ho gyi to hospital jana padta tha. Exams k time pe train ki awaz sun kar ghar jane ka wait krna, aur ghar se ane par college ki buildings ka dikhna. Diwali me udhar maang ke bum phodna aur holi me kapde fadna. Ye Sali duniya bhar ki baatein exam wali raat discuss krna. Exam se ek din pehle notes Xerox karana, Xerox ke naam pe 3 ghante tehel k ana. Adde pe milne ki dhamaki dena, aur milne pe bas dealing deke laut ana.
The list is endless and while I was going deeper and deeper I could not resist smiling, until I noticed a guy standing next to me and looking at me with a weird expression.
“arre Sir. chaliye light aa gyi. Machine chalu karwaiye, bahut production ruka hua hai.”
I looked at the kids still jumping and dancing in rain. I looked at my red ugly T with grease and dirt all over it. I smiled again, I don’t know why? The funny mind made me do so. I know, I can never get back in time. I might never laugh that hard and that often. I might have to wait for a long time to meet my friends again. But I have this gift, this gift of my past life at college, with my friends.
There are two lines I will never forget in my life.
“Priyadarshan Srivatsava”- when my name [incorrectly spelled] was called during counselling
“chal yar. This is it. End of an era”-by me looking at the local entering the station.
Because in between these two lines, is a strong force. In between is my transformation of what my parents wanted me to be and what I will become. My thought process, my believes, my myths, everything. In between are the moments which I cannot classify as good or bad as they are perfect the way they are. In between is the memory of happiness, memory of fun and freedom. In between is the essence of my being, the essence called “LIFE”.
A letter of a lover who is a literary figure.
Romeo and Juliet Avenue,
Antony and Cleopatra Square.
Since I have seen you combing your golden thread -like hair with your soft delicate fingers I have fallen in love with you.You had a sharp pointed nose,arch shaped eye brows and red lips.
Please dear forget the mistakes i have made in the past and dont show me your prejudice now.As far as our future is concerned,so,at first I had decided to become a doctor but I dismissed the plan,although it has only brought me a sheer downfall and nemesis.Although that I am nothing and Iam jobless,still I hpoe to keep you happy ever after.
I withdrew myself from the studies because I had read somewhere that:
"To spend too much time in studies is sloth."
Still I promise you a very secure future.Please do not forget that :
"For crowd is not company,faces are but a
gallery of pictures,and talk but a tinkling cymbal,
where there is no love."
Fill the canvas of my life with bliss,donot be a superstitious wife to me because Bacon says that:
"Vindictive persons live the life of witches."
And I have great fears of the witches.Never be a revengeful wife because Bacon says:
"Revenge is a kind of wild justice."
I am a true lover and of agrave natuure,led by custom and therefore constant,as was Ulysses:
"He preffered his old wife to immortality."
"Your duty is to clean the house,
And do not act like a suffering mouse."
Yours ever loving,
Hello To All
i dont know whether i shud write or not but this is the story of my life when I was at my selfish most
in dec 2010 i was travelling from delhi to chennai to attend a promotion interview. i was accompained with my daughter (then 2 n half yrs) and my hubby. i was seated at window seat, my husband at aisle and my daughter as usual in the mid. after the plane took off my hubby ordered meals with 2 cups of hot tea. i askd airhostess to serve the tea once we finish the meals but she showed her helplessness. so every thing was served at our seats. my daughter DODO was so excited to see all these servings that she waived her left hand and hit the cup of tea placed before me. and all hell broke down at me in the mid air.that hot tea spilled over my thigs. the burn impact was so intense that I cud not even screamed. for a second i cud not understand what has happened. i felt like i was burning alive.i immediately poured the mineral water over my legs. i was going thru excruciating pain. my hubby kept asking me if everything was ok. i cud only say-i need a doctor. i wanted to scream in pain but i knew that may create panic in co-passengers.
i was wearing tights and had no spare dress in handbag. i desperately needed something to soothe my burns. i somehow managed to walk to washroom. my skinn was about to come out. i narrated the incident to an attendant but she told there were no medicines in flight. i felt like slapping her but my pain didint allow me. i rather begged her that i cud not bear pain any more. she then gave me 4 ice cubes. i came back to my seat covered my legs with my stole and put ice on my burns. it was very relaxing but soon ice was over. there was still 2 hr journey left. i was not able to console myself. i closed my eyes and prayed to God in most selfish way. I prayed the plane to crash in cold water so that it cud give me cooling effect. though i was at my selfish most in my thoughts, i prayed for the safety of all travelling on board.
but God was kind enough for not answering my prayers. finally the journey was over and subsequently my pain subsidised.by the time i reached hotel my skin came out. my legs were completely burnt but it was under control.the worst part was over.
all these things happened to me but God gave me strength to keep myself calm. none of the co passengers ever realised what happend to me during the journey. when my mom saw my legs after a week, she was terrified. she said it was impossible to not to react during such pain.
THAT DAY I PRAYED TO GOD EARNESTLY TO LET PLANE CRASH IN WATER, BUT MY PRAYERS WERE NOT ANSWERED. AND IM THANKFUL TO GOD WITH ALL MY HEARTS FOR NOT ANSWERING MY PRAYERS.