Thursday, September 19, 2013

FOOTPRINTS of MEMORIES





The very title says, FOOTPRINTS of MEMORIES and I think this is indeed one of the finest titles I've ever come across. I simply love this title. It has a very in-depth meaning and a truly powerful one. Most of us love leaving footprints on the sand at the beach and we all enjoy doing so. I am sure most of you would agree with me, but how many of us have really pondered over this thought. In the true sense, we are leaving footprints, but in the actual sense are we really leaving footprints is memories? Now that is a million dollar question for us to think.

    Life - is one big basket of memories. But are those memories leaving footprints, or not? We collect lots of memories in our lives, some wonderful, some amazing, some not so good ones, but we still treasure all of it. Memories are all we have in our lives, when we need it the most by our side. But are those memories enough for us to live life or do we need our loved ones to leave fine footprints together. The joy of rediscovering and reliving those memories and stepping again on those footprints is the finest treasure we hold onto. 

   At times, we look back and would want to walk down our memory lane. Those moments spent together with our loved ones or that one special person with whom we would love to keep adding memories to that one big basket. These memories come handy when that special one in your life goes away for a while. That is the time when we wait for them to return to add more memories...... To LEAVE FOOTPRINTS OF MEMORIES TOGETHER!!!!

Monday, September 9, 2013

IS THIS IT?


What does it take remain as it is,

For is there an irony tagged,

Know not the ways of labyrinth,

On and on goes a vicious circle!!


On and on goes the vicious circle,

With no end or beginning to the circumference,

A small patch of disheartenment,

Grows into a pasture with time bygone!!


Grows into a pasture with time bygone,

But the color seemed to fade away,

Disillusionment sets in concretely,

For everything beyond is an opaque pull up!!



THE LAST ODD





The waves lashed out in fury,
Turmoil within vented out in hurry,
Holding on for a longer time in vain,
Only increasing the harsh pain,
Is this how it feels to see your love go away!

Each time you steal a glance quick,
Beat seems to do a fast flick,
Wearing the emotions away,
Or all in the eyes to betray,
Is this how it feels to see your love go away!!

All the feelings fizzle out in space,
Like a weakling in the name of base,
Time included may be the best healer,
Heart - No longer any feeler,
Is this how it feels to see your love go away!!!

Togetherness forever is a taboo together,
For two people in love never seem smitten,
Is LOVE a cliche term,
Couples never seem firm,
Is this how it feels to see your love go away!!!!

Those moments spent,
Rules so many - bent,
Is it really that hard right now,
Swearing never to take the vow,
Is this how it feels to see your love go away!!!!!





Wednesday, June 5, 2013

OPEN EYES SHUT






Life takes the most unexpected turns and I think no one can really decipher at that point in time as to what needs to be done. So many of us let go of opportunities – I guess we believe in, if opportunity doesn’t knock, then let’s build a door theory… Eventually most of us forget what to do once that billion dollar door opens... Well, here is one such journey… Read on and you’ll know more…


Mayur was having another tiring day at work which was a long one as usual. It was the same routine with no change in his life. Monotony seems to have set in concretely. He would wake up, get dressed, eat and head to work, finish a long day and head back home. Apart from this he didn’t have any other option either. Loneliness, unhappiness, Neither could he’ live’ life nor ‘leave’ life and hence it continued. This was his present situation and he seemed to have completely lost hope. Each day just chugging along doing the same chores with no emotion whatsoever. How can this be happening at all??? Retrospection, he actually did live life once upon a time.. But did it all change so fast...


Everything at one point will be all fine in every individual’s life. The Trough phase which is never rough. All of us then forget that we owe a little gratitude to the person up above.. But, most of us forget and are so floored by the bliss in life. What happens when things go a little hay wire...? We go all hanky- panky, panic buttons flashing red, anxiety attacks making their frequent little trips... GOD is then remembered without a break. These phases are fondly known as Crest Phase... And he very well made the most brilliant stumbling thought his life at present is in its best Crest Life… He is admitting that he is clueless as to what need to do be done about it.

Till a few months ago...


He had it all in my life... Happiness, love, life, money, peace, satisfaction, contentment, anger, serenity, sorrow, love. And all the other variety of emotions. He was his own architect, designing his own life, his way. At times Mayur would close his eyes and try to capture the images in his pocket called brain so that he could re-visit when he wanted . Sumukha - ‘She’ was the best thing that could have happened in Mayur’s life. Her twinkling eyes used to lighten up his day. Her sparkling smile used to charm his very way. What had she done to him that he could never escape her clutches of love? Well, this was the feeling of being in love and he was happy to drown in her love.








His friends would say, “Bro, we would trade anything with you man to lead your life”! And he would just laugh it off... Needless to say anything else... Little did he know what it would be like to be on the flip side…?

Each evening, he would rush back home to be with Sumukha. Those wonderful conversations, hot cup of tea, those book reading nights...  Every tiny thing he did with her would create everlasting impressions in his mind. He just wanted to hold onto it for life, I guess forever was what he had in mind... But fate took other turns…

Those pleasant days with her started turning into unpleasant times. Little fights became major issues, neither of them were ready to sort out things and it just prolonged. He didn’t feel like sorting it out even with his best buddy. So the hideous journey just continued.  

“Do we even need to see each other”? It’s just so repulsive... These were the noble thoughts passing our mad minds.
Each minute was turmoil to deal with and he always hoped that this would have some kind of an ending. He was losing focus in totality. His job wasn’t going well, his personal life was anyways so brilliant and he could just about land up being a wreck.

I guess this is so true,

“To Meet, To Know and To Part is the Saddest but Truest Thing of Every Human Heart”!!!


It was one of those hard days when he had returned from work. He just dropped down on my chair and closed my eyes. A silent debate within himself and he sat pondering and it hit him hard,


  • Why Me?
  • What happened?
  • Where was I wrong?
  • Whom did I hurt?
  • When did I miss out?
  • How will I correct myself?










But as he sat debating, he was a total zilch at realizing it all… Though determined that he would make sure to set it right because HE MAKES HIS OWN PATH in life.



The door bell rang. Who would it be at this hour? He walked to open the door to see his best friend in front of him. He walked in and both sat in utter silence for a few minutes. That is the best part about having best buddies. You can sit for hours without having to explain anything or say something. Silence is pleasantly accepted.
After about few minutes, his friend turns to him and says, “You know I am always there for you and you can lean on me for support anytime”. Taken aback by this kind of emotion, that all he could say was a silent Thank You.  That is when he actually understood the essence of, “Actions speak louder than words”. “I…hmmm…Am Very Thankful to you”. His friend just nods and hugs him back…


Flashback,

“Honey, I’m home”!! Sumukha would be so happy to see him. “I have you favorite prepared for dinner”. ‘That is indeed great’! ‘Give me a few minutes and Ill join you’. They would fill in each other with the day’s happenings and have a pleasant dinner. “ I hope not too much stress at work”. Mayur says, “ Not at all, as long as you are in my life”. She would smile and they would continue their daily conversations.


Present,

Mayur enters home. Dinner is on the table and his wife isn’t even there to greet him. But he hears a voice, “Dinner is on the table”, please serve yourself. Good Night!! He wonders if that is all their conversations limits to now.

Loneliness seems to be creeping in because he does not even have company to share the meal. His present situation is in such a sad state that he wishes no one else gets to this state ever.

Each second he spends by, his thought goes back to just one question... “God, Why ME??” 









 It is human tendency for all of us to think that only we are in problem and the rest around us are in their best frames. But you can’t blame yourself either because the grey matter refuses to take any kind of assuring solace at all.

She is the only one he ever wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She is the only one he ever wanted. She is the only one he wants to hold onto... She is the only one he has ever had... And now she remains a memory only in his heart, mind, body and soul.

Mayur tried hard but Sumukha just refused to sort out anything with him. “Mayur, it is all over bwteeen us “. “But Why”, please explain the reason. “There is nothing left to explain”…. Hmmmm , Sumukha just one chance is all I ask”!! “ NO”, NO…


After having lost almost all hopes and nothing left to lose, he decided he will give it one more shot and see what shoots he get in his direction. This was like the last resort he would give his best too…

What is his last resort…? “The Almighty”!!! “ The God” !!
It felt it necessary to strike a conversation with him and see what best happens.


He made a conscious decision that he would turn into Him and see what best can be done to re-design his life.

Every single day he would look up to him and seek solace with honesty and sincerity. There were no two ways about it. He  just knew that he had to do it right, Days turned into weeks... Weeks turned into months... Months into a few years…


One night he was just at home and having a relaxed time… As he was sitting, he had this strange vision of GOD and his Love Sumukha together… Finally, his prayers were bearing the fruit… He knew she was there and he had to go get her.. Mayur go get your Sumukha….He was so elated that unknowingly his OPEN EYES SHUT!!!!

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Movements To Moments

Life is a grace,
Prepare to brace,
Count a second to time,
Summation ought to be fine,
For life is beyond what you infer!!


Life is a journey to a destination,
Follow within yourself the instigation,
Get a strong foothold together,
Clock those moments forever,
For life is beyond what you infer!!!


Life is tying all stray strings,
Inhale the fragrance of fringes,
Bind your thoughts to hold your heart,
Bundle it never to fall apart,
For life is beyond what you infer!!


Life is to reminiscence moments delightful,
Step down on all woes pitiful,
Take a deep breath at each step ahead,
Never fall back to behind,
For life is beyond what you infer!!!


Life is a charmer in an enigmatic way,
Do not be taken away by the calmness at bay,
Still the relentless pursuits,
Bow down to all those who deserve the tributes,
For life is beyond what you infer!!








Thursday, November 1, 2012

Pack of WHAT



It's been a while since I have blogged and all thanks to my buddies who keep reminding me that I need to blog.. So this one is dedicated to all my motivators who keep me going no matter what I blog.... Love you guys all!!!!


As usual, I was running around since my mum and me had to get to my aunt's house for lunch.. I am not a person who takes ages to get going. I am a very quick one at this.... (I so read those smirks forming in...). I was hushing along so that I could rush downstairs...  My mum's tone was so not right , if I didn't get down in two mins.. Yup you got it right, TWO MINS!!! I was nearly hyperventilating thinking how in two minutes, but I just managed to wrap up and go down.. In the meanwhile , I had a text message from my aunt asking for what I thought to be as a packet of cards... I interrupted my mom and told her the same. She gave me the most weird look like I had lost my marbles or something.. Her look was quizzical. I searched a while before I realized I didn't have a pack of cards handy at that point in time. So, I let that matter half way afloat and set off with my mother..



We reached our destination. It was time for lunch and we all sat down for it.. Half way through my aunt asked me the most strangest question, : " Where is the packet of curd?"... Curd, excuse me.. Did I hear it right.. How the hell was I supposed to know where she kept curds.. I was wondering what's wrong with my always sensible aunt today... My mum gave me another you- are - so - dead- kinda - look,... I said I have no idea what you were talking about me.. She replies stating she had sent me a text message.. I said I did receive the message, but the message clearly stated , PACKET OF CARDS!!! 



That is when it dawned on me, it was not PACKET OF CARDS, but PACKET OF CURDS is what the text message meant..


Uffffff... I can be a great interpreter for times to come!!!!!

 

Monday, September 24, 2012

Method to Madness









Method to Madness--> MTM.... This is something that I really want to blog about.. Method and Madness, two words which seldom unite to form statement. But when it comes together, it brings a lot of harmony in itself. This statement has always irked me and I candidly want to articulate my thoughts. But when one really thinks about this statement, METHOD TO THE MADNESS, does it strike a thing or kindle one's thoughts, is what I really want to bring forth...

Everything around is sometimes so maddening and annoying that one just wants to run away from it all. Run into such a place that the daily madness is kept at bay, but is it really possible is the million dollar question to ponder. Everyone at sometime or the other wishes for this magical wand to wave and vanish into a no man's land - Just clean blue water, fresh air and lush greenery. In today's maddening world where everyone is racing against time. 

Just one fine day, people wake up to realize that madness is a part and parcel of life, but a method which when inculcated into this madness, would make our lives such a wonderful and peaceful existence. Just a little more organization into doing things, a little more dedication towards chores, a teeny weeny bit more of commitment, can help take that one step more closer to organizing madness. 
But instead all we think is about cribbing all along and making yourself miserable. 

Just spare a minute and think wisely. Wake up to a bright day and kick start a brilliant day. Organization, determination, method, patience, perseverance are those ingredients that one needs to essentially use to make this amazing recipe called MTM.... Believe me, its not easy, but nothing is difficult as well in this world. It is how you see the world through your window. Open your eyes and appreciate the daily madness and indeed then you would realize that there is a method in the madness.......


Monday, August 13, 2012

Mails Vs Male

This indeed must be one of my best punch lines used till date or shall I say the best.. Read on to fig it out...

The first time I met this pocket dynamite was the bestest thing that had happened ever since I entered this world of Corporate Life. I had just joined my new work and was just not happy about it. We used to have office transport and that must have been a saving grace for me to pick up that job. He sat there in formals listening to music. I entered the transport and sat in my last seat. I see this new face sitting there. We didn't speak much but we chatted a while. He asked me about my job profile and I asked about his. He said, he does e mail. Obviously my big mouth had to shoot off and I said, so you do not do any work.... He smiled. We met again everyday for a couple of days while going and coming back from work. I loved this pocket dynamite's sense of humor. It was just over the top. 

It's been lovely 8 months knowing this pocket edition. So I have the liberty to say anything and everything to him. 

The best I have said is this.....

We generally exchange a lot of text messages in a day. One day it so happened that is messages were sporadic and he later told me that he was monitoring also now apart from mails. 

Earlier when his messages would not come I would send him a text.... I know you are busy touching mails but you can send me messages as well...

Now when his messages do not come... Till you start touching mails and become a man eater, you can send me text messages.....

 


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Claw the Cat

This is something I couldn't resist, hence the blog. 

One fine day, at work, a bunch of us were busily pondering over our super smart thoughts and hungrily debating over a lot of stuff as if there was no end to anything in this world....This is the point in time, I strongly vouch for the Quote - TOO MANY COOKS SPOIL THE BROTH!!!! Our topics digressed like a distressed meandering stream. We started with sports, then went into business and a whole lot of other stuff which is too laborious to pen down too.. Anyways let me not digress to glory and come right back to my point. When we started about sports which tuned into a specific game called - Badminton, my ears went alert and I dived in to take a swim. 

This is one sport which I play religiously and love joining a conversation which circles around it. So there is this colleague of mine who shares the same love for this sport. We both stopped at this topic while the group was intensely jabbering at a million different topics across globe. This colleague of mine has been fondly rechristened to - THE CHINESE CAT!!! Wonder what the thought process behind this was?? Well that is something I would like to park it aside for now. 

So this Chinese Cat and me were debating away about Badminton and eventually the conversation came up to asking me from when was I playing this sport. So I told him from junior school and mastered it in my 11th STD. Now this guy, out of the blue, tells me that he had stopped this sport in class 11. My big mouth shot off and intending no offense blurted out , " No wonder you stopped growing after class 11"!!!!.. There was pin drop silence around me for a min. I just came back silently and sat in my place. My entire team burst out laughing and exploded like miniature mine bombs into fits of laughter...

P.S : This cat apparently is one no one messes with.. Well, me being me, got away Scot free......


Thursday, June 14, 2012

Attitude Vs Attire

Is is true that your attire reflects your personality? I mean how many of us actually believe this is true. Lot of us feel that according to the way we dress, our body language and our traits also change in accordance. It depends from Saree to Jeans.From Kurta to tops. But not all of us actually realise this. I was also one among them who never actually let this thought sink in. Well, now I am a strong believer from the day it dawned on me very strongly. I actually felt it and hence verily vouch for it.

It so happened that on a Thursday, I was really bored to wear formals and landed up wearing Jeans & Tee, and there I went.. I reached office at my usual time which is about 8 in the morning. From 8 I was in no mood to work at all. I just had a funny feeling that it is Friday and had a totally casual feeling. To top it I am telling my colleagues too that Thank God It's Friday ( TGIF). My colleagues had to remind me the entire day that we had to come one more day to work... Just imagine my poor plight. My brain is just not able to reciprocate the signals and comprehend another working day..

That entire went in consoling myself that I have another day to work ........

Hence, I have decided that whenever I feel like being casual, I will wear Jeans and Tee to work!!!!!!!