Hope

I sit resting my chin on the folded knees under a willow tree everyday to leer at the setting sun that looks like receiving a caress from someone that stays, to someone who is leaving, with the brightest hope and greatest happiness that after a crass cold lonesome night, it will come again for her to warm the hearth of their invincible love for each other.

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Invisible becomes visible
unknown becomes known
The one thing I always feared,
Love would make me all alone.

Love or like?

Sometimes we brood over silly things that prove a gradual decline of our conventional wisdom. This write-up however I would not consider a moot point doubting my maturity in relationships but a revelation. A friend of mine asked me to think about the difference between "liking" and "loving". Such closely connected words often push me towards the razor's edge where it becomes necessary to show my clarity over any subject, which calls out for a clear demonstration of a perspective. So I have tried to jot down the connectivity between the two similar feelings that are always in a competition to earn more emotional regards. 

Liking has always been considered to be a surface sensation at the first place that promotes a bond between two persons: be it friendship, acquaintance, love or dislike. Though ironic but true that two juxtaposite feelings walk parallel with a thin line in between held tightly by an adamant personality that sits inside everyone and has an adherence towards its instinctive traits. It refrains change until some strong influence seeps into it. To like someone is to open up for those positive changes that we admire in a person. To like someone is to long for more and more time to share the company, to explore more goodness, more pleasure that has been discovered outside recently. How great is to bear the feeling of liking where we are out on a journey of revelations and realizations. We come across so many surprises and facts about self and others, where we start off to make relations, where we start off to accept or reject the changes being offered. Liking is no less than or different from loving because both the feelings share equal greatness. The only thing that needs to be highlighted is that the greatness multiplies when one merges or transforms into the other. Love has been since ages defined in big terms wrapped in amazing emotional fringes, gained special corner in philosophies and received highest gestures among all ages. All because of a reason.

Love is a metaphor for blind faith. A belief that grows so strongly that it glorifies all the positivity inside a person making him/her king/queen of the world. At this stage he/she becomes the strongest creator enlightened with the sanctity of love. 

We say,

We love our parents; we never say we like our parents because it’s the indelible faith that prevails between a parent and a child helping in bringing their reflection in him. If we love someone, we love him whole like us. And here where liking someone becomes a milder tone where promises, acceptances, flexibility, apprehensions do come as reality checkers. Love is something that comes late, quite late after we cross all the stages and are ready to get into the water fearlessly even if we do not know how to swim with this hope that we will learn.

Love is not new. It is very old. Its age is reflected in its newness in every facet, every lesson. One can always love a person whom he likes and rise.

Hold your story

I was thinking to write over this issue since quite a long time but couldn't actually got a whip. Recently while taking a glance over a wheeler at Kanpur station I read Chetan's lines  that contained  the same expressions that wanted a channel through my words. Today the generation of youth has wings of fire with excellent confidence to achieve what they aspire for, a great deal of flexibility and openness for change with changing times and almost all essential attributes with which they can arrange every bit of their lives in a beautiful manner.

Moving ahead, being in love is the most sacred feeling a person hones making him self- motivated and inspired at all times. The fact that one is held in the continuous concern of someone gives a sense of completeness and being truly connected to one more strong and similar entity of universe. Now centering your life around love is the most beautiful thing one can do but making love your universe needs a brief introduction. Today the meaning and purview of love has changed and as a consequence the most tender and   bare age misses out their original instincts that calls out for fulfilling their dreams, reaching their goal and making their lives not love-locked but love-blessed. Having love in life is like having the strongest support with which one gains a lot confidence to confront any hurdle and proves that it compliments your life and helps in collating other tottered pieces. It pushes us forward towards what we truly are and what else we can add up to keep on rising along the stairs of self realization so that towards the dawn of life there is no regret and a lot of accomplishments that one weaved and aspired since he starts weaving dreams. Since everyone has got only one life it's ridiculously unfair to make it concealed for something that in real doesn't bear a virtue of control. I am writing this because deep down in our country the concept of controlling lives of others and surprisingly of the one whom you love the most sinks into a depressive territory where so many freedoms are getting negotiated in the name of some narrowed obligations.

Take a simple example of Indian bridal selection. It is really disheartening that today also people of India are held back with their conventionally unjustified demands of a bride that can feed their bellies, can adjust into their originality,  no matter how efficiently and beautifully she has been taking her life to all the levels of excellence at work. Well an independent, free-spirited and soulful girl has all rights reserved to maintain her thoughts and preserve her principles without any change and compromise for the sake of new relation because relations do not expect, they accept and they accept more.

Today the depictions of Indian society is creating a graveyard of free spirits in a face lifting, enormously unrealized number making this world devoid of the synergy it requires for a progressive and healthy place to live. It is a matter of disquiet that the issue is given least heed to the countries like India where human value has still got least priority when it comes to loosen some ulcerous knots in fossilized thinking that is eating away the soul of the nation. What picture are we creating when we choose a fair skinned, well virtue d  ductile girl over a successful, well accomplished, confident girl just because some people think they might not fit? What and why do we Indians aspire for fitting in and why not making bigger acceptances to enlarge the scope of positive and progressive changes which this nation is in dire need of.

It is a matter of great concern that India being a mosaic of emotional beehive that gives it an edge to come out as an ethical and spirited country still is caged in some really disgusting concepts that has hardened into the roots. 

Our friends and families need to understand that all we can follow is our hearts because spirits cannot be asked for any negotiation cause it will be like murdering one more soul. Feel high in love, try to rise in love cause we often do not get an idea when and how we lose some things that is ours. Stop following people because at the end when we you will stop you will feel that it's too late to revert back and by then you may be addicted towards getting the directions from outside  you when you had fair chances to make your own. Follow your dreams, preserve all the love that will always compliment you to reach out to them, celebrate lives, create a great life, a great story, a great and healthy relation with you and yours.

Let us sneak into the trivia

I love to go through and sneak into each and every corner of my painting that are always treated and attended with the same and equal amount of affection attaching a new story with every one of them when seen alone. Just look into the different parts projected with different angles which got a chance to be presented solely with a completeness and a distinctive meaning in each of them and they are looking amazingggggg!!!!!!!

Diwali-2012

With an exuberant mood of festivity and fun the festival of lights, colors, happiness, togetherness passed excellently leaving behind life warming memories with family. The year has been too fast for me and every moment now ironically seems to be too slippery. Weaving present with golden threads of remembrance is the only thing that we have got as a keeper. Diwali has always been a day full of exhaustive cleaning, planning for having something nice and unusual in menu, creative art and crafts for hangings and lighting, painting of diyas(which look like an epitome of Indian culture: made of clay, with a depth to hold the oil that gradually burns to replace the darkness with an enlightenment and after getting painted looks like all dressed up to flaunt the rays of hope and gleam of happiness), carving of Rangoli on the floor just outside the door to welcome Goddess Laxmi to enter into the house that has made so many preparations for her, celebrating the joy of mythological event in all prosperous manners. 

This Diwali too was the best that competes every year with last year's Diwali and wins ever time cause every year the enthusiasm and celebration gets added up.

All in a row with the same motive: to sparkle

A colourful welcome

The sparkles of delight

Starting Off

The making of Rangoli

Now waiting for the next boom of next Diwali................

Perspective

Got to present two different perspective over a single line posing different thoughts in different minds.The idea is generated from a common line

A love-athiest person: There is no sunrise "so beautiful that is worth waking me up to see it."

A love- purged person: There is no sunrise " so beautiful that I see in the light of my lover's eyes."