THE ISLAND

Have you ever felt like an unguided, unoccupied ship whose anchor has been released and it is floating on the surface of the sea. Sea which is unfathomably deep. Sea which has no intentions to cease its horizon. Sea where no island is to appear any time soon. 

The patterns of our life sometimes make us feel like that lost ship. All we need is a resort and some will , not to accept the abduction of our soul. No matter how much busy we have turned into. No matter how much invested we are in our one single life whose time is running out.

There are things to be done. There will always be things to be done. They just don't get finished. Instead, they try harder every time to finish us. It all depends on us us, how slyly we manage to escape this feud. Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes our fight becomes mundane.

The relationship between the boat and the sea however speaks of loyalty. Though its path seems aimless, but still it floats, in hope, in search of solace.Eventually it gets that. And the pleasure possibly is multiplied only because of the yearning, because of its lost trails.

So sometimes, plains of consistency play dull and gloomy while discords play the symphony inside the head. With that symphony, we survive till an island appears again....

One seat

Train anxieties are intriguing. They discover some of the most mysterious sides of us which remain hidden in our daily chores. They are of  many kinds. Lets have a look on some of the most common feelings(I guess) everyone of us must have experienced while travelling in Indian trains which carry not only humans but stories......many interesting stories....

Suppose you board a train in your reserved compartment, eagerly searching for the allotted seat numbers and finally when you find it,you see,it is luxuriously being enjoyed by some stranger as if he was born on that seat. And you ask,

 " Excuse me where is your seat?" 

Sometimes they smile, sometimes they don't rather accuse you through their looks for encroaching their freedom of sleeping and basking. But usually they reply back with some unsaid or fumbled or entwined words leaving just a portion of our very own seat. Even in cases where the unwanted person tries to be friendly, genuinely, our instincts say it is for their interest to borrow some more time there. And many times they succeed in doing that because we fail to move them out. But until they get up because of any reason, my mini me keeps pestering me, 

" Is it okay to be generous and let him be for the sake of humanity? Or Should I rudely ask him to switch or get away because I am not interested in socializing? Should I be humble and polite or authoritative to get things done? " This small and trivial incident instigates my entire personality for what kind of person am I? In that short period, that one seat becomes my prized possession like a life time earned property on which I cannot bear any share. 

It all depends on the situation, the type of person he is and the type of person I want to play with him/her. It all comes spontaneously. But in every case, at the end, it proves one thing, we humans get attached to any thing very easily and for the sake of the attachment that makes us comfortable we often forget who we truly are...........One seat and all this fuss in mind...well this mind deserves better...

Back with a pen

What else could be the best time to revisit my own blog after a long break in the beginning of a new year with an undeclared but self proclaimed resolution that I will re-vitalize my writing to keep me breathing with sighs of contentment. Actually this time due to non-availability of network and of course absence of me most of the times left this blog with no posts since months. Internet and connectivity with the outer world has become the topmost priority for everyone today making us feel alive among our friends and family. The moment I reach my office I log on to my network and become available for all those who also might be sitting somewhere with their screens on. The moment I come back home, I get to my phone for any text messages or updates on social sites. All these trends of the day alias distractions have made me an impostor who is stealing away the true self. And the tragedies with books is the greatest. Recently I heard Gulzar, the famous enchanted Indian lyricist reading some of his lines on how we have distanced our tiny little happiness that we used to receive every now and then after technology took over. About how books plea from behind the dusty glasses of the cupboard for being read. About how we have forgotten the charm of finding out an old letter or a note or some shrivelled flower that always spoke of some old story close to the heart. It is really painful to find ourselves in the ocean of digressions where we we find no harmony in what we think and what we do, in what we speak and what we seek.

About being away from the true self, I guess there may be many reasons. Many times we feel that there is a mystic silence in the mind, where we strive to think something but still no sign of any thought is revealed. And sometimes a whole cobweb of thoughts each fighting for their revelations come up making the brain to explode. In both the cases, I get the realization that I need to clear my head from the dust that flies from outside over the days. And this can only be done by either penning them down here or putting them on canvas. A light, fresh and new breeze follows keeping every thing back in place which few time back seemed scattered and tangled.

So as of now this post has washed off a bit of my load that I was carrying. Tomorrow is Weekend and I guess I will get plenty of stuff to stuff here. Signing off with a quote before I fall in slumber," There is lot unknown, lot undiscovered, lot un-realized, so keep looking for adventures in life, keep beading your experiences to make a strong trail of beliefs, keep adding radiance to your soul, keep improving!!!"

I do

I don't believe in luck

But when you touch the lines of my palm, I do

I don't paint much these days,

But when my colors blend with your thoughts, I do.

I don't look out for what I left,

But when I find you today with me and miss you yesterday, I do.

I don't look at the mirror most times,

But when I find some places where you touched, I do.

I don't make stories that seem unreal,

But when there is a fable of you and me, I do.

I don't get recover from my sleep often

But when you come near to wake me up everyday, I do.

I don't love things changing,

But when the change holds your hand and I agree, I do.

I don't know how to open my heart before you

But when you come like a sight, and when you place a kiss,I do.                                                                                                                                                        

A travelogue

Well after a ton of time I have come here and it seems just like others I have too turned into just a visitor to this blog.After these many tacit days that hold a lot many events to be described here and i dont know really where to start from. Though I have so many topics to discuss here and knowing this that due to my reluctance and lack of time of course I would say, my vocab must have got a thin coat of rust that needs to be scraped off to do justice with these jumping thoughts.

Let me start with the awesome trip to Kerela, though it was meant for an official tour but the gestures and the hospitality, the ambiance and the weather, the colors and the humidity, the rhythm of Kerela mesmerized all of us and we felt it to be really God's Own country.

 Well when Kerela is named, we get a picture in mind: lots of coconut trees but since Coimbatore airport till the hotel in the city we could hardly get such a rich picture. We were little disappointed of not having any peculiar touch of kerela when already 2-3 days had passed during the training program. Worst of all, we searched for coconut water as well but couldn't find it in Kerela!!! That was really frustrating on our part since we had gathered nothing till now to flaunt about us being in heavenly place. It looked like an ordinary city with all brand outlets, same glittering roads at night, same crowd and same speed as we get in any north indian city: the only difference was the closing of shops by 8:00 PM, all people in white lungis and cotton attires, big juice shops with delicious shakes and juices to fight against the humid weather and the foreign and mixed language in people. Else was same.

After 5 days of complete disaster, we had plans to go to Munar with a hope to collect at least some memories(if we get) for taking them back to the routined life as a wet vestige.

Fighting against my instinctive whining over going back home out of continued sore throat, homesickness and strongest urge to get a glimpse of someone, I finally decided to make my trip and that was really one good decision because what was rewarded by nature there to us was really worth and priceless.

On the way to Munar via road trip is an exclusive feeling since it seems that the running roads leaving behind tall trees are greeting and creating new landscapes near, very near,for us each one with lovely surprises. Throughout the journey our mouths were open in awe, we didnt know how much more to get surprised and stunned. The best part of road trips is that we can stop anywhere we want to have customized memories and cherish trivial but precious things. 

Off the road, in the jungle, exploring ways to waterfalls: all seem so adventurous and gives an excitement to discover something that has been hidden somewhere in the nature. 

The game of such a treasure hunt takes us back to the days when we used to get excited and extremely happy with any exploration, any discovery that used to touch our inner goddesses. We were literally jumping and shouting and screaming and laughing after so many days as we found some beautiful nature shots where every tree, drop of every waterfall, every stone and every pebble were supporting as if were waiting for us and are equally delighted and excited having us there.

The lush meadows of rich tea estates and the length of the trees made us realize how rich and healthy and stout and green nature can be. They in no way looked dependent on us, neither adulterated or pitiful or weak or out of place. They instead seemed the smartest and most beautiful and strongest hosts letting every tourist believe that there is nothing more beautiful, more peaceful, more serene. Rising through the heights of Nelliyampathy hills, wherever we stopped, we searched for words and expressions to tie the astounding sight. With the mingled smell of cardamom, coffee beans and spices the air seemed so welcoming relaxing us in its service.

The cloud caressed peaks with heavenly formations of trees and rocks made the entire journey refreshing and we felt blessed in the lap of the majestic hills. At the peak of the hill that offers the entire view of the city in its lap held us at the top of seventh cloud or even beyond that. I cannot fairly describe here through my words how much peaceful it was. The silence that has rhythms of nature and whispers of air, where sky seemed near and land seemed far away, where I wished to lie down and talk with him for hours, or just lie down on his chest and look at the farthest point which cannot see us. The place hypnotized and brought the memories of him who makes life fulfilling. That was the beauty of that point which made everyone nostalgic and borrowed.

Well if I go on with this travelogue, I will keep on writing and writing because what is seen is something that can be described full on without any halt. But I guess this much is sufficient to collect back and go back in the galleries and valleys of my minds where the color of Kerela is still lingering.

 I just lived and held her in my arms, I got painted in her colors and I remained at peace.

A night with stars

Well everything starts with a daydream and not every ounce of it but at least some of it, in deformed or changed form, comes true. With an excitement  to see the galloping meteors across the sky I spent nearly one hour under the bare sky hoping to encounter one of the rarest events that we do not happen to see everyday. Well truth be told, I thought it would be like I saw few years back, a long bright flashing tail like a falling star that leaves behind the greatest sensations for such a vision. But it was albeit quite under measured.

While this course, I reinvented the aestheticism of star gazing when you lie under the sky and stars twinkle giving a titillation every now and then that they are going to fall. But they too are like the precarious ones who always have the maximum chances surrounding them to showcase something real and unusual but it is really once in a while and never predictable. They seem like tiny little bright white holes in the sky but still so fascinating, so attractive, so storied that I am in surprise that I spend quite a long time with them in the quietness of nights. 

It was something that went in a flash and after literally wrecking my neck I can never admit that it might be an illusion to my eye which I was unfortunately on my way to accept when I got an another treat of similar drop. And this time it felt real. Though quite an underestimated and reduced version of my fantasy but I am real glad that I saw it because like the event it is also quite rare that we go behind our every fantasy and it works out. We all are so busy in walking and talking and rushing on the ground that we hardly bother to look up where we used to stare a lot for our every little wish.I wanted people to hang out with me to partake the load of silent hours and share the physical pain of crippling my neck but the solitude at night after a real long time was also worth. I grabbed so many lost thoughts and was rewarded at the end no doubt.

Stars I remember used to be widely spread across the whole sky earlier but today they were clustered, though very less densely, to a squeezed central region of it. It might be because of the changing dimensions of the purpose for which stars were meant for. Though they never contributed much to dispel luminance and curtail the darkness of night but they used to be the source of fainted lights distanced real far to brighten up the sky and give moon a company. Their reflection in  a ripple less lake used to seem like a glowing coverlet with sparking dots. But today the light of earth is brighter enough it seems to blind the sky above. So they have retired.

Neways I hope to see lot of falling stars in future as well though I know they are already hiding and apparently getting extinct but that it's how we are going to realize that they are still there above.

My companions.

 

My office desk and cabin invites me every morning at 9:30 AM to get reserved and occupied for next 8 hours. My workplace is not much tempting to create an anxiety for daily projects and I have to sometimes create my own personal corner with some adjuncts to keep me at ease under the pile of files and tasks. Some little things that cheer me up at the times I skip my work attention. These charmers around I can say allow me bear the 8 hours of drudgery which definitely is turning me lesser of a fun receptor during the schedule. The round pumice stones held in my palms percolate the calmness into me through my skin and of course serve as my personalised paper weights. My lovely duos from the frame keep me inspired and motivated to love my job and deliver just what is required. They keep me connected to myself. The one hanging chain of the damsel, a reminder of some fortuitous delights in life that we often receive and love to treasure just because memories and moments could be frozen. The only memento of such an event as of now that I do have makes me feel still alive and full of feelings that give my heart a compensatory elixir. The pen stand that is always in a hope of a nice ink-filled pen and stationeries to justify its presence allegedly holds up all my chits containing some scribbles. Often all these get hidden behind the scattered papers and files all over my desk and give me an impression that like them I too get carried away by the diurnal reservations and the moment I clean up, I feel light and fresh. These are my companions beholding me as a keeper, instilling a tinge of faith to overcome all odds and recreating a diorama of my personal essence.

 

Feelin good'

When I look at the clock and it strikes 1:00AM and I still find myself into the books,I feel I am still a student trying hard not to carryover today's task and spoil tommorrow.Ah it has been more than three weeks,I haven't touched my brush and felt my paints on the fingers.But to pay right off waiting for the next work in oil paint as a novice but really want to be an eager-beaver to adventure and experiment in the new try.Let us see how the first one comes out.Two medium sized canvas are ready but would be brought in use after few trials.

Still studying.....................hoping that when I will wake up tommorrrow,I might feel light.Let us see the record of today till when I stretch on my notebook......It went on till 3:30..My eye bags are getting heavy..`But enjoyed the study-ride after so long,Finally getting into slumber and wish to have a nice sunday!!!
I didnt touch the book today in the hangover of yesterday's night ride I guess and hoping to have two nights in a row but seems hard.Monday blues are all set to invade and making me feel dizzy from now itself.Well headlines today also couldn't cheer me up except the trend of world's most read list of 10 books.Though out of 10 I have read only one but it was intresting to find that all of them were in my wish list since earlier.Putting up the blog post about my reluctance towards the books is filling me in with a tinge of guilt, so I better continue with my dire efforts to maintain the academic connection and let us see how this week goes....(needs to be a power-through week).

Where are we?

I was just going through a site on astrology which refers to the study of astrological bodies and their positions that are supposed to control and monitor our behaviours, mood and personality.It appears that a baby who takes birth at a particular time, a particular date and a particular place is guided by the stars,the moons,the planets, the constellations and the galaxies making her unique in  this universe such that the particles that constitute her soul are from some common elements(Air, Water,Earth and Fire) from these controlling bodies which define her attitude towards life.Now there are several elements of earth that favour the aroma of a being in which the person lies.The wind around us are made up of quantum energy pockets shaping our reactions and events.Now without any offence, is it a science or just a ruse to associate human mind that is already filled with lots of chaos and turbulence with a faith that keeps him thinking that he is being shared and seen by few more invisible fragments in the universe that conspire to drive his way in the direction of hope and optimism? Cause if it is so, mankind gets one more door outside himself to peace. And if it is read just like twelve characters of a storyline then it's reallly interesting to have people with different natures and different features coming along with their celestial weapons and creating new stories.

As a matter of fact we dont have a right to discard the brood study of our ancestors just like that because it might be based upon the calculations and experiments carried on for thousands of years before designing this method of anticipation. But still, since the time of birth till we grow old there are endless reasons to get transformed and manipulated by the situations but saying this that every thing is designed and destined is a bit tough to believe.Now people are different,they like to be different from others but the core features of twelve signs like Scorpions being most passionate and possessive, Aries being flirty and optimistic, Leo being all esteemed and confident remain same as they say and observe.Is there really a logic behind this fact that in a sample of human bodies you may or may not find a person who resembles you in several ways cause it is not unbelievable. The point is that what we believe and why do we believe may induce extra thoughts in our minds even if we were not aware of even least of it. For example at one stage of our lives we get associated with another soul, one of the strongest bond that defines a new generation.Now the relationship is based upon the compatibility between the two persons who decided to be together for rest of their lives.Saying this that their birth sign decide their compatibility and the ruling planets their understanding is a bit gross and unacceptable.Even if astrologically two signs are incompatible,it is the power of human soul that dominates and accepts the other soul to be a part of its universe.

The feeling of getting defined and redefined in several ways increases the promptness to learn more and more about self in human mind that already keeps some impressions about self. What is there that you don't know about yourself.You are the best keeper, best observer and a best critic.All the twelve signs address all possible behaviours and emotions that a man can bear.And if really there is some interesting and intellectual science behind having a successful relationship with one's own life and with others that everyone should know beforehand then I really want to know.But my belief on my own discretion and choices in life that might not be influenced by some already existing experiences and calculations of some other people stand still cause once seen, observed and then concuded philosophies become my self-owned philosophies that help me live my life in my own way.I know myself the best and know where to work on to work out things with people I met,meet and will be with.Some discoveries might be in future and I am always ready for them cause it is always exciting to know a bit new of me.

All got placed..Hanged up!!

All of them after getting framed were lying on the floor and some on the bed waiting to take their positions on the wall since last two weeks.Though I got a nice company since all of them were in the same room till they were hanged today at several corners of my house.

Some are still to be captured in the frames but now I am lacking space I think.But doesnt matter,they too will get their homes.!!

The two most feminine frames are placed together to get an eyeful at the most beautiful sights one can think of, realising that eyes are to see, a lot to see.(at present by the side of the television!!  ;) :))

 Tuna, as the lil' girl in the little girl's room has been named by me, got her place in the middle wall adjoining  my bed room and restroom where she is still busy in counting things to do today!! 

This one(most probably cause lots of confusion among choices) is gonna go to one of my greatest mentors who took care of me in the industry for more than two years less like a boss more like a friendly teacher.Going to gift him for all that he has cared for.!!

 Was just mingling the left over colors from my palette on the paper when it came out to be like this.Melting moon with lots of water made it a blue, lonely moon as if being observed by two persons at the same time who are  connected ,somehow,through it(Just a thought that I exercised out of my all being romantic these days!!!!;could have been a haunted night where wolves are howling and bats are screeching....whichever one wants to extract from it...discretion allowed)!!

 Tuna was captured while was resting on the paper with the tubes of colour that painted her lil'girl's room and bright yellow sandals!! Lovely sandals btw
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Henna connection

Just did something nice and old yesterday and felt like having an Indian heart filled with courtesies towards nature and heritage.I and Vijji went out in search of Mehndi leaves to apply on hands and feet,though I generally put it on the entire sole of my feet to have a colorful footprint and a cold sensation in the sweltering summer. After going through every park and every road in the township we finally found one handsome, green, stout, tranquil, dense and fresh tree with jingling stems of mehndi leaves as if calling us for their service.The leaves were big and dark green with the water of nature's gestures carrying the colour of happiness that we recieved after we applied it on our palm,fingers and feet.The tree stood like before even more elegantly after being taken as a remembrance in our hearts and after our gratitude to it for offering this moment of joy.

The colours came out very bright and refreshing with the familiar and rich smell of Mehndi making us feel like princesses of nature. While walking barefooted, sometime when I look at my feet,they seem beautiful and tender like an auspicious mark and pull my attention to look at them again and again.I have been stalking my own feet and falling for them since yesterday which have coloured themselves I think with the prints of feminism.They are looking like the feet of a comely, soft and sensitive Indian girl who is fantasised by the different ways of decorating herself with nature and her colours.This henna-feet connection  remind me of the valuable girl sitting inside everyone who sometimes fall in seclusion but has as always an urge and titillation to do something new,different,creative and refreshing.Back to my daily schedule I am in the office under the pile of files and books but at the end of the everyday I am happy to meet that girl and gather some more creations.

Stand up for self!!!

Living on oneself's terms and conditions in life is human's nature where he denies or his heart rejects to accept a change that might prove all his/her beliefs wrong.Based on the experiences in life we frame our own little world walled by our lil' faiths and concern through which we are able to confront any hard stroke and cross over the tough times.Similarly we tend to search happiness and preserve it in the small caches that are created during soul searching.When an intruder tries to interstice through some of his/her strong perspectives that hit us so badly that we feel like getting controlled by some another power that for  sure is not ours or when our soul becomes weak enough to defend its originality,there comes the dire need to meditate and find out once again the lost ones.It's quite frustrating to find out that somethings can really frustrate us. It 's like the empire of strength and boldness and all courage getting tottered without giving any idea of how to stop it. The force that used to create a light of confidence goes meek and we feel like getting along with the wind without having any objection to anything happening to us. What is this phase called where I miss my yester me which was all clear and firm,transparent like water and as tough as a sound soul.

We can always be what we want to be because it's all about the game of thoughts. Our thinking decides how resourceful we are going to be, in the present and in the future.If some complication or any difficulty bothers you today, just have this belief and determination that we have to be a good and true soul for always. Keep the promise with yourself that though it was an accidental choice to have a soul in your body with some purpose that can never be forgotten but it ought to be given a new skin everytime to keep yourself moving ahead in life.Everybody's life is different teaching, sometimes preaching us to learn and root several thoughts in mind. Happiness, sorrows, depression, cheerfulness are all promoters and activators making us a different person every time we bear them.We keep on changing and keep on fighting to revert back to what we are in original. We pretend, we laugh, we cry, we envy,we love, we hate,we talk,we fight,we complain,we praise,we boast,we flaunt,we do all kind of stuffs and bear so many impressions of ourselves inside:as a lover, as a hater, as a silent person, as a loqacious person, as a keeper and as a multicoloured entity that sometimes has barrage of emotions hard enough to control.Everything goes normally as they are meant to be.Events and people entice us to take a hold over fate and we start acting or reacting forgetting what we reallly want to do and can achieve. Believing on destiny doesnt mean to sit idle and wait for things to happen for us rather believing in the power of self that assists the universe to go as per plan.
Just dont ever let anyone rob your soul,do not lose yourself cause when everyone goes, you still have it.Try to make it happy and filled with joy.Add virtues to make your soul strong and purposeful.Stand up for self!!!.

Joy

When The Romeo says," Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath

This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue

Unfold the imagined happiness that both

Recieve in either by this dear encounter."

And The Juliet says in reply," Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,

Brags of his substance, not of ornament.

They are but beggars that can count their worth;

But my true love is grown to such excess,

I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth."

And the Lawrence shows that he is all set to unite them in peace, I stop reading and ponder how fairly the tale is going on the bruises of Romance where the words of the lover is an elixir to all pain and the eye-embrace of the beloved with the curve of her pink smile is like a whisper into his ears that she is all his.

I wonder how beautiful these fairy tales must be in real if they occur even one in million and how blessed are the souls who are in it living the blessing of destiny. Some create examples and some leave behind sweet memories but every love story has its own colour and got its own extremes.How does it feel to find that love has become unmeasurable and that one's presence purges the neighbour air. The feeling is pure, pristine and evocative making every little thing around drunken in the joy of romanticism including me..:) :)

Dilemma

I want to reverse things which I cannot. I want to sew up the gaps which I dont dare and I wish to lay down in my own fairy tale which I can only dream of. Dilemmas are bad for they try to open up our eyes those were busy in spinning the threads of future hanging in the dust that has no trace in the present.

A dire need to pine for

A thing that hangs in the dust

should I go or should I retreat

or let this feeling too get rust.

I am strong, as they say

Or is it not a much big deal.

The only option to collect the strength

And once again ready to kneel.

The voices have dimmed,

The echoes are quiet

They all have turned few

I cannot escape

Nor can  I run,

from the Dreams I often sew.

Keeps of ma life

When I look at tiny lil' faces with sparkling, glimmering eyes and smiles like curves in the heaven's dome; when I listen to their curly words that say every great things and create an image of how God must be like; when their pink, soft feet press against my cheeks and lips wet in water try to kiss, I totally want to be a mother of a child that is somewhere inside me, that will be somehow a part of me.

Today there is no point in describing how he or how she would be but for sure they will  be a reflection of me and my better half. The regret that I carry today is to be totally unknown and naiive about who will be the bearer of the fragments that my kid will have whom I will love like I love me.What is this feeling called which creates a bond with someone unknown, someone who is in future but has no trace in present, someone who will share my world, will be a part of my world? i think this is what they call as keeps of life at every turn of the road...............................................

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I am more scared,more afraid of the day I would crash and shatter down without people who justify my existence.-Jan'03'2012.

NAMES

Just few names of all times in my life that I could recall today and would keep on adding to stress the fact that there are umpteen people we meet,talk to,play with,enjoy with and then leave them to move on.I  have missed so many names that might have glistered my life at one point or another but I hate the human nature that forgets the forgone.......While reading out these names all the moments and memories and reminders start floating with different coloured images,all being part of it. 

Madhu,Renu,Deepen,Sippi,Neepen,Chulbul,Pintu Chintu,Mintu,Rakesh Awasthi,Niranjan,Megha,Soni,Punnu,Nehari,Namita,Rajani,Meena,Vandana,Anup,Vijay,Ranjit,Sourabh,

Sandip,Nisha,Keya Paul,Basanti,Roshni,Soni Hansda,Picon,Sonal,Kanchan,Hema,Archana Bhagat,Rahul,Pankaj,Shwetank,Sashi,Sneha,Abhisek,Anusha,Govind,Pooja,Ani,Anand,Himant,Mukul,Manu,Swagata,Aditi,Anjali,

Pratibha,Sugandha,Ravi Teja,Ashank,Tuhin,Richa,Vibha,Prerna,Alka,Bhavna,Khusboo,Ruchi,Rolly,Priyanka Utkarsha,Dilip,Nilesh,Swatantra,Vishaal,Chunni-Chunna,Vinay,Tanmoy,Guda,Sumit,Suraj,Ankur Rathore,Pranav,Ansh,Roshan,Kshama,Neha,Gul,Parul,Aarti,Ayush,Koustubh,Shaalinta,Nikhil,Rita,Momina,Rajat,Hemanth,Som,Ishita,Vaibhavi,Baani,

Soma,Deepti,Anupriya,Anshu,Prashant,Gunjan,Neelam,Vijji,Mallika,Lokesh,Akansha,Aninya,Adi,Alka,Goldy,Pratyush,Anurag,Pratiksha,Sinchan,Misri,Rupa,Anjana,Lily,Komal,

Anuradha,Neeta,Sonu,Divya,Rosy,Reshu,Chhoti,.....to be continued..........

love you...

The sheer excitment of going home after long back is a heavenly feeling.Nostalgically I used to pamper my self by seeing home videos and photographs but all those people who are not near to me appear as ball of ice which remains in the palm just for a moment to give cold rushing throughout the body and then melts away leaving its no trace.The visions of the events celebrated together and moments lived along swim in the front of eyes and get smoky as the day passes.The sounds and the voices also dim.To fill in the effete energy level it becomes necessary to have an odyssey into a divine atmosphere which we call as homely.People who are not just people but the impressions of God get extremely elated and their faces glow seeing their dear ones whom they love and leave.We share all our emptyness and melancholy,all our joys and gaeity,all our yore and the stories but still time falls short to finish our sharings.The gossips,relaxation,soft cotton saree of mother dipped in the fragrance of all motherhood,father's feign of worry and care,children's chuckling and emotional cries,our old self shadowing mementos: all make me blessed and one of the most happiest persons.Family,a word that weighs a lot, increasing the weight of emotional floc inside that bloats when we are away from them and vanishes as soon as we rush to them.These times I wish time to be at hold and walk a bit slower to let me in the real heaven little more time.I can offer a bargain or an exchange with time for the true happiness,whatever it is ,for all my dear ones ......................

an encounter.

Yesterday when I went for a walk (actually while on phone I couldnt realise that I had gone quite far )towards the barren ,effete land which generally remains in the  dark and aggrandises the pleasure of being in an all-time enlightened township of a PSU,I felt some tiny source of light moving towards the fence.Though my line was through and the person on the call had least idea that his words were becoming unable to dilute my anxiety to see some eventual and magical show that rarely happens here.I looked closer but couldn't strain my eyes further.So I continued my call and almost ignored the call of discovery considering it yet another trivial .After few minutes passed I was returning and as a reflex I saw the fence  again and there it was,the one that pulled my attention and aroused my intrest in getting something fuuny and unusual.A snowy furred grownup cat at the peak of her youth sitting on the other side looking as if pleading to get her through and mewing as if mumbling that she doesnt belong to the dark.
I am not a cat lover like some people are,who treat them as their cater-cousin and share all their lives with just an animal.So I enjoyed this serendipity sort of her appearance in the jungle of bereavement where in my work area I have been meeting extinct species and rife varities of faunas and birds.Out of these some are extremely endorsed with beauty and calmness while some are awfully weird by looks , by voice and by their activities.Some are scary too in front of whom you need to carry stuffs to prove that we belong to the most rational family of living beings and they can still get hurt.This cat appeared as a timid,harmless and just a creature but that too was not enough to tempt me to entertain her whims.I returned back home .
In the morning we wake up by the shrilly peacocks call,one  at each terrace shouting ,   conveying that they add feathers to the beauty of nature that resides in the township of an industry.I have seen that the number of peahens is quite large against their counterparts and they just look like a filthy herd of big brown bags.The door to my backyard offers the morning sunlight to creep into my house and hallow the air for the entire day.That means my frontal of the house faces west where the setting sun kisses goodbye promising to see me  again the next day at  the back of my garden.I opened the door in the dawn and there she was again cosying her up spiraling her tail around her body on the chair outside.She looked like a fallen star in the dawn and leered tenderly at me whispering that she came all by herself.But I not at all felt proud of her and closed the door.Though I continued peeping through the window of my kitchen,she was eating the bread crumbs from the dustbin which didnt match up to what she looked like.I dont know making up stories with the characters which may not fall again in front of me is good or not but I think this  cat encounter is going to draw a line in my notebook. 

inside chunk..ss

When I am on a project ,the bar of expectations and courage for myself raises its level and I become an underdog to me.I feint sometimes in leisure but the voice inside,aloud and noisy one makes me feel impertinent time and again  and I come back on track.