Tuesday, 27 March 2012

The First Letter


Dear Youngerself

You cannot imagine the immensity of changes that have conquered you. Do you remember how you worried about not being able to match up with the girls of your age? I wish I could tell you those women were far from your pace of ripeness. You could learn about life only by experiences. And experiences didn’t come without mistakes. So, yeah you’ve made many mistakes, as this beautiful life didn’t come with instructions. The ultimate purpose of life is to taste utmost experiences, the newer and richer ones. 

Back then you were just a tomboy who enjoyed playing football and play fight with the guys, including your brothers. You didnt think about all the ways people would betray you or all the lies and filth that was on the earth. I won’t hesitate in saying that your’re entirely made of flaws, but importantly stitched together with good intentions unlike others.

You were so cold at heart when you were young. Remember breaking those little hearts of guys on the verge of puberty… You didn’t know a heart within you was meant to beat. Luckily, it didn’t for a long long time and when it did, it wasn’t yours. The air was meant to be breathed. And some songs were meant to play on repeat. And the sun was meant to come down. And the days were meant to pass. The nights were meant to follow. And your eyes were meant to cry out whatever pain was left. Then, I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love. Positive thoughts that bottled up and made you move out of the rut. You learned to laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people. And eventually you would leave the world a bit better.
  
You were just a child under this limitless skies. A billion souls walk under it every single day & don’t even bother to look up & wonder what’s out there. There’s so much we still haven’t learned. So much that the scientists won’t even figure out in the life time, & it’s your job to wonder, to dream, & to try & find the mysteries behind all that lies in your path. I would say you don’t literally have to do that, it would unfold itself if you really seek for it.

You would be glad to know how greatly you bond with ma and nani now. Back then they were more like teachers now they’re like chilled out friends. They have accepted the way you are. You prefer to have fun with them. you owe more than anything else to nani and mum. They try to give you all comfort beyond their level of comfort. And you endeavour to reciprocate the same to them. It’s been ages having any blowings from them. There’s a silent MOU between you and masi now. After all you did prove her wrong in almost all spheres. We still don’t interact much. I wish I could let you know years ago, so you wouldn’t have to grow under the hopeless brunt. Your brother is still an ass. He will take a lot more time to grow up. And you fight lesser with him as you hardly get to see each other these days.

The grown up version is a bit more lazy and clumsy. You couldn’t really help with such practices of life. You disappoint yourself. You don’t really like to be surrounded by people. Their bullshit and fakeness might be the reason. If people are bad to you, you just brutally kill them in your head. Unlike the earlier episodes of smashing up people every now and then. You didn’t turn an atheist but you believe in the religion of mind. You believe in karmas and being unplugged from this society of hypocrites. You are convinced you’re built for better things. Spoken the truth, lies and been skeptical all these years. Danced on the couches and sat in a secluded corner too. You are not afraid of dying but you are terrified of wrongly living. You have mastered the art of spilling food on yourself. You don’t dress up like a chic. As always. You don’t put make up. Your hair messes up. You don’t like to walk. You don’t run like before. I owe you for being physically sound and athletic at that age. It helped me.  Now your brain does most of the activities. You are the sum total of everything that went before you, of all you have been, seen, done, of everything done to yourself. For the years to come, you will just be me. You want to know why? Because being me is good enough for me :P :P and you know what? you're pretty fucking amazing in your own screwed up ways.




There is something you must remember always: You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and much smarter than you think. But the most important thing, I’ll always be with you, just few years ahead of you.



P.S: To understand me, you’ll have to swallow a world”

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

The short man died...


An acquaintance to me since 10 years. A short slender man, aged in mid 50’s with a big smile on his face demised yesterday. I found him always offering his portion of help to everyone. I don’t remember a time when I exchanged many words with him. He was a chatterbox and I could never measure his rate of speech per thought.

Whenever we came across, I used muted gestures to pay him respect. And for me that was it. All my encounters with him took place because of family and I never engaged myself in his elaborated tales. Whenever he visited my place, he kept nani and ma occupied with interesting stories. His great energy and enthusiasm was everything that he seemed to have earned in life. He loved his wife so much and lost her a few years back. Out of all, I’ve noted his love for her in his pale eyes. During his long conversations he used to remember her no less than once. Always heard him saying good things about his children, no matter how they were to be.   

Besides this, I happened to notice him at the nearby road. Year and a half back he could be seen with his dog. Later with his broken leg, he used to take stroll 3-4 times in a day. He was passionate about cooking and I believe he'd worked in the kitchen of 5 star hotels.

The cold days always end up leaving our hearts heavy. On reaching back home, my mother with told this sad news to me. While playing with the grain of rice on my dinner plate, I just remembered him in a panoramic view and wished his soul to be in peace, and may he continue with his tales wherever he goes. That short man shall rest in peace.

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Alas





I would like to become a wandering gypsy and settle down by a river with brightly coloured pastures and a small cottage. 
I would run around barefoot with rabbits-like-cottonballs.



Feed them the fresh carrots that I would grow on my own land, along with a portion dedicated to holy grass. I would sit beside a small pond and admire that bunch of naughty turtles. Own a few horses which shall be used a) for moving around b) for earning some dough by their gifts of mating. I would like to hangout on my tree-house all day long. For it will be a home for all my secret desires. And shut the world outside.

A life that will be away from all but close to myself.
Ending of the world, will not be a problem then.

As I would make and unmake it each day, over there. 

Monday, 6 June 2011

The odd-yssey of relations

Friendship has a cool quotient in it.
Love has heat; hence it goes high and low.
Stunningly fiery and ever-changing.
With more like eternal quality to it,
friendship doesn't change easily.
So basically the first step should come as love

And friendship as the climax.