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...

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.

Everafter

Just captured one story!! Sorry for the outmoded and the most common version of portrayal of a love story. I have just concentrated on the story in the captured snapshots more than the expression in the writing.
 

     

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Two friends happily together sharing the moments of friendship and joy with loads of fun.

They eventually fell in love and realised that all those happy moments were the signs that they need to be more than friends forever in the manner fate wants them to be.

 

The relationship however aspires for some sour and some sweet times where people involved get time to rewind the time where they madly loved each other. The references seem scarce and distances appear between the two making them feel the pain of not being together.

 

But the endurance is not powerful than the depth in the love they bore in their hearts. The faith they have, the trust they put into each other and the fear of losing the best friend they can ever have make them realise that love may ask for patience and  responsibility but all because to grow its magic.They talk, they remember, they bridge the gap that has no meaning in a life of happiness.

 

And feeling all the facets of love, creating even more surreal moments they  live again, happily everafter.

 

.....................................................................a common love story!!!!!!!!!

 

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The girl was in between 18-21,20 I guess(may be because I like even more than the odds)and was trying to uncurl the curls on her face pink out of the heat around.She tried to cover her face also using a satin skarf but due to nasal heat she put it off.She was wearing a blue balloon offsleeve top on a light blue denim jeans with tiny diaphanous patterns having nice golden belt and golden belly shoes.She was sitting outside the domestic airport and trying to read out the book she bought to shoo away the ennui of wait.Yes it appeared she was waiting for someone since every few minutes she was exonerating the book of the accusation of not being entertaining to her.This time she looked desperate for something else apart from this accused.Among the carry ons she had one small trolley bag and one purse with a smiling teddy hanging along the zipper,(seemed to be somebody's gift).She went to the food court and took two sandwiches:one butter and one chicken.Book was now relaxing inside the hand bag and she was eating.She took out the bottle of water from the hand bag and read the message,"drink all your tears ,love you"...and one drop fell.................
(feeling sleepy..will continue the sojourn in the next post..hopefully tommorrow..good nite ma,papa,my plants..,good nite girl,though it is day in your world)
She had beautiful pair of eyes that came out of the dark sunglasses after she felt the drop rivuleting along her hand.She tried to dry them up and plead to refrain this last time as she always says.After a long wrangle between them finally they stopped but turned red which she also can't fade.So she put the glasses on again.She sipped the coffee but it could't push the lump in her throat.She sighed ,took a long breath and walked across the subway looking for an auto since all the passengers had already left and the private vendors and sellers again started trolling till next landing.
Her watch shined at 16:00 hrs in the dusky clime.Her watch was an antique, ticking for 24 hr time system and one of her favourites amongst her pack-rat treasures.She got this watch as a reward from her father when she completed her kathak  post graduation  and made  one of her awaited dreams true.
she was actually not getting late since she could stay at one place quite long but she wanted to change this clumsy place........to be continued