Moments!

'Films' and 'Fictions' excite us. We think that our lives have essentially been a rhythmic movement of being able to 'believe' and 'not believe'. The resultant sum is what constitutes the wholesome ride or a wave, beautifully balanced in both the directions.Those perfectly crafted fairy tales, with just the foolproof figured princesses, and charming, funny and loyal as ever prince, with the perfect summer afternoons and just the right amount of sadness and trouble to go with it all. If only our lives were concocted with right amount of happiness, sadness and love! A happy person is a myth. Sadness is ubiquitous.Love always fall short!

Life is a devil. A real big one!While, it may take unsuccessful lifetime attempts understanding anyone, someone walks in to make it a moment of magic.A magical metamorphosis as life makes it in a moment.Someone to answer all the penetrating 'why' of the past and  the innumerable fascinating 'how' of future.They say it truly "Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it is the moment that takes your breath away!".

The song "Phool tumhe bheja hai khat me.." is a convincing example of how things have changed over time and why we still crave for love that existed at our forefather's time.We forget to celebrate smaller moments of love and togetherness. Isn't it sweet how a letter and a flower connect two souls which even a  'free calling recharge pack' fails to do nowadays. People live together but forget the value of being together. Maybe, value of being together can only be appreciated when we understand what it means to be far.

The special feeling of whether or not someone thinking of us, is more exciting, to me, than expecting a call from someone and be disappointed. Just 60 minutes of togetherness after planning of 60 days, sometimes make those moments 600 times more special. A piece of paper with special note by someone special, is better to look at, than looking at cellphone with futile expectations. Remembering millions of beautiful moments spent together, than complaining of just not doing many things as expected.

After all, Love is not a system of integral calculus.It is never to be measured by the response of the beloved.It is to be measured by how much we are willing to sacrifice for our love!

May we all learn appreciating the small moments of love!

A Constant Called Change

Sitting alone and spending time with myself,perhaps is one of the best thing I do,or for that matter most of us can do.It gives us time and talent to be what we are,untouched and uninfluenced by the interventions of the world.We talk to ourselves.We go to flashbacks.And then even the painful memories,sometimes do make us smile for what we were to help the past unfold in front of our own bare eyes.Past,indeed is the best teacher and change,the greatest opportunity.

The noticeable thing about change,often is that,it makes us feel its presence around,quite loudly.We tend not to be comfortable with it.The new start is usually not smooth.But life has its own means and ways to answer the questions that arise out of that discomfort.We have to travel the path ahead to know why the past was 'better' and what actually 'best' stands for.And at times,how even the best can be bettered.Needless to say,a positive change is what we call as development.

When I look into the changes time has brought about in me, I come across a character who has done a lot of mistakes.Someone,who has done many of them repeatedly.I must also acknowledge that I have made some wonderful friends in life who were the biggest force to bring about these changes and mistakes(most mistakes being made quite repeatedly and intentionally!). :) But again, friends only can make these weaknesses worth having in you.Foreseeing the changes,the life would be bringing along in the coming days, I turn optimistic and emotional at the same time.

The roads ahead may be brighter and beautiful,
I admire the streets for bringing me through
And thank all those who,to me,were always true
Before I say "I bid adieu!"

Because Writing Heals!

For the time that flew,

For everything that is new,

For friends left and lost,

For lessons life has taught,

I would write!

About the child within this boy,

About things that mean joy,

I would write the thoughts unspoken,

I would write the dares never taken.

For the falling of bricks

And not being able to put them back,

For all the sad things this world offers,
For the pain this heart often suffers
I would write!

I would write the time I walked a lonely lane,

And tears that mixed with rain.
A wish to love,though lived

I would write the freedom still unbreathed!

 

And head back to where I started.

From where the the scenes are beautiful

No lost smiles, no grieved heart

A love that was insanely sweet

About this,

I would write!

Because at the end
When all the wrongs are done
I shall come back to read
How the things turned right!

One Late Night!

It was 3:00 am.The late night love segments on the radio came to a close.Some cried and others confessed while few dedicated some hardcore romantic songs to someone they loved with all their heart and soul.

Terrace never seemed so heart soothing.The skyscrapers of the city resembled many smaller blocks of luminous pearls.The night was budding and the stars were bright.The lonesome trees stood sumptuously tall across the deserted roads.The stream of breezes,further eased my mind from the restlessness of naked emotions,the night was bringing along.

I rubbed my eyes for the third time.There was a burning sensation.Maybe,my  eyes were loosing  battle to excruciating emotions or maybe I was a bit too exhausted.The cell phone remained put aside,dark and dead.The bright lights at the surroundings went off.My presence was now physically engulfed into darkness,combating emotional abjection even more closely.It was this moment when painful flashbacks of evening started invading more profoundly,than ever.

The cell phone sprang back to life.The incoming call flashed with her name and picture.It made me weak.This version of me was inferior,sentimental,lonely,submissive and shy to the extreme.But I liked it that way.What I liked better was that I didn't have to hide it from her ever.It was easy.Yet,I was never ashamed to show her the weaker side of me.I wondered why!The heart and mind were again at war.A situation,I had been battling since more than a year.Painfully, mind had its first 'say' this time.The heart was flatly overlooked and the call was rejected! I put my phone back to the place.

I drifted back to my thoughts.Cursing myself for everything I behaved like,ignorant of the tricks and techniques prevailing.Regretting not to have ever even tried playing any one of them.Not knowing that only 'unfair' is fair in war and more specifically in love.But who cares! Mind plays and Heart pay! I was paying big time perhaps because my mind failed to be a good player.

Confronted by my own emotions,It was not just a night.It was a mirror of past actions and a map for future preferences.Life,sometimes,teaches you in a moment and you understand the lesson in a flash.Tears rolled on every single thought,thereafter!Perhaps,aware of the changes coming along in the future.

I woke up to the faint glow of morning sky that filled the same terrace, purging it from darkness and all that belonged to the night.My cell phone showed '9 Missed Calls'.

A new day! Time to move on!

When you made me smile!

I went to the moment,paused for a while
Re-lived those moments when you made me smile!

Not once trying to know how you feel now
Not once trying if I still make a difference somehow
Not once caring the way I used to dare
Not once remembering the bonding that was rare

I went to the moment,paused for a while
Re-lived those moments when you made me smile!
Not once looking back to the space that was all mine
Not once missing the understanding so sublime
Not once saying "Stay I need you now!"

Not once confessing that i did love you somehow

I went to the moment,paused for a while
Re-lived those moments when you made me smile!

Not once hurting myself with meaningless tears
Not once confronting the real you with any fear
Not once remembering the honesty I had shown

Not once crying over the fact,perhaps always "well-known"

I let you go
I help you disappear
I will watch you be someone else's shine
and will stand by holding on to my aching heart
to fault over someone who from
very beginning was never mine...!!

A Festival Called "Valentine Day"

                             

Love is  in the air.That part of calendar when,presumably all stored love(over an year i guess)of humans seem to be coming out in all its capacity.And going an extra mile,we keep each day for the much talked sub-elements of love namely rose,hug,kiss,chocolate,teddy and what not!14th Feb is supposedly that one auspicious day wherein couples are supposed to express their loyalty,if not love. The day stands as an obligation towards love for couples and is counted as an opportunity for the aspirants.We,all of a sudden become too optimistic about love on the day.The day where couples are seen with respect cum jealousy by aspirants called singles,who in turn feel disgraced for not being in love(at least for the day or so).These concepts certain de-glorify the real bigger picture called love.

The concept of valentine day has absolutely nothing wrong with it.We do have different days for different festivals,after all.But let us imagine the value and relevance of each single day of an year, for a lover,who fought the world to win over the love of his life.The sacrifices,the compromises,the convincing,the denials,the depressions,the hard doings,the failure,the crap and criticism of the the commonality,will always be a cherished testimony for the rest of his life,for a simple reason that he stood champion standing all the adversities.And trust me,that feeling has to be peerless supreme. Like any other good things,true love,obviously does not come approachable easy to us.Just like the festivals of Deepawali, Durga Pooja, Eid or Christmas,Valentine day is one of those days which reminds us of the sacrifices or that sweet victory achieved after all the toils and sufferings.

Fortunate are the ones who get to spend the rest of their lives with the one they love.But I find the realization of being in love,as prime as any other situations in the phenomenon called love.The world is polluted,the feelings are adulterated,and still the love of our life stands tall and pure, amidst all the delusions.Let us remember the year passed by and linger through all the delusions and dues to realize the dream love that we were looking for! It,surely,is somewhere silently standing by all of us! Happy Realization.. and..

                                        "A VERY HAPPY VALENTINE DAY!"  :)

Living! Loving! Learning!

                       

Name the ingredients for cooking mouth-watering food of happiness in the kitchen called life?Injustice!Right?The taste or outcome of any food,obviously,does not depend on the ingredients that we use but the process that is followed.No doubt! Ingredients like "Salt" and "Water" are always special. So,what makes the taste of food special? Some say its the passion with which the food is cooked. Others advocate the use of special ingredients to enhance the taste.There are some special bunch of people who believes that it depends on the coaching classes from where cooking has been learnt! And this thought requires introspection! Do we need to describe the fabrication that our lives are enveloped into? Though life,in itself,is a learning curve,but being too thoughtful about every move,certainly spoils the fun.For, we all know,we just learn to breathe and nothing in the air comes with "to dos" and "not to dos" catalog.

Nobody, ever does or can plan to live, love or learn.We just follow them! And the prime point about them is that we are never expected to perform well in all three sectors,all at a time.The fact that,only by failing in one segment,can give us a chance to perform well in others,beautifies the whole scenario.Let us say "We live to love" or "We love to learn" or "We learn to live". They all make sense perfectly. And they all, are evidently mutually exclusive events if you love the language of mathematics!Failing makes sense more than anything else in the world.It incorporates all the three features mentioned above.

 

Not everyone in one same class can top the merit list while into studying days.Not everyone can become Bill Gates or Steve Jobs.We can admire them but copying them is foolishness.Ask any achiever if he/she followed his/her own path or copied their icons?The same way,the tragic academic story of any achiever never suggests that disastrous students may always achieve great heights.If we become great,we would be remembered for all the originality and simplicity we had.And,the same simplicity would symbolize greatness and what not!The biggest problem of life,in my view,arises not from your own shortcomings but through the constant endeavors of matching the achievements of others and implementing the million suggestions of entirely different species living in completely different capacity.

Believe in living in the moment! Plan less.Do what you like to do and listen less what others have to say.They neither know nor ever will know you,the way you know yourself. Make different mistakes.Learn from them.Fall in love!Speak your heart out to the one you love. Regret less.Value your life.Respect others.Thank almighty for everything that you are!Always remember that never in this life,can anybody be the way that you are! Be Proud of yourself! 

                                  Life was never complicated...it is what we make it out to be!

                                            It just means "Living,Loving and Learning"!