2014: The Year in Review

Positivity begets Positivity. I read somewhere that one should be grateful to be happy and i want to be happy, just like the rest of 6 billion people (the other 1 billion consist of infants and eccentrics). So , i am grateful for all the things that happened to me in 2014,  and have jotted down for the future-me to look it up when i would be feeling blue.

Here it goes:

1.  I turned 21, finally and officially an adult.

2. For the first time ever, i tried on a dress (a one-piece) which i didn't even dare to wear in wildest of     my dreams, in winter, for Springfest-IIT Kgp. And i loved the experience!

3.  Learnt life's most crucial lesson regarding friendship and ethics. Though the harder way, i'm glad i      finally stumbled upon it.

4.  Glad to make new friends at Midhani Ltd., during my Summer Training and have a disciplined lifestyle during vacation. 

5.  Started working out for good health and the experience with gymnasium had been great!

6.  My brain has attained the innate ability to produce Oxytocin( in amounts more than i perceived    could be possible).

7.  My impaired skills at Poetry got strengthened, again, i credit the oxytocin.

8.  Worked for a Facebook page aggressively, dreaming big and finally opted out, on the grounds of  being truthful to what i believe in.

9.  Finally zeroed in on future plans; something i was oblivious to; for the past three years.

10.  Grateful to have a wonderful family supporting through thick and thin.

All in all, the journey of life felt as if the steering wheel of a Ferrari is given in my hands to ride as freely as possible. It was adventurous, terrific and a bit dangerous. Looking forward to steer it as best as possible in 2015!

Happy New Year folks!! 

Life of an autumn Leaf

A lazy autumn day
When the little leaf 
With its little dreams,
Swayed with the Wind,
Bidding goodbye to its tree.


Too hopeless, but with vigour
It followed the Wind's direction
Amused with the beauty it sees
The little leaf wishes loudly
To stay with the Wind forever.


Loud wishes reached Wind 
And Wind indulged the leaf for a while
But alas! Wind could hold it no more
Thus gave up to the gravity 
Of the forlorn situation of leaf.


Within few moments
Shall the leaf reach the ground
Yet the gleeful green entity
Enjoys its journey
Fate couldn't after all deter it!

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This,That and Facebook- a classic rambling tale of a sultry day!

It is that time of life when my hands itch to write but i don't actually know what to write. You see, picking up a topic to write explicitly is something very tough for me. But i need to blog anyway. 'Coz the itch doesn't go off and makes me more cranky than ever thus spoiling the good mood of other people. SO, here I am, trying to figure out what i want to write and ferociously typing off what comes to mind.

Well, i just remember i stalked someone's profile on Facebook. I need to mention this profile is not of some secret crush or something! Its plain and simple. I just went through the updates of that person's profile, her statuses, her pictures etc. And that lead me to another profile. I did the same there. Facebook has become such a platform where you can literally see what's happening in other people's lives and this fascinates me. Its like an occasional glance through a different book.

My experience is just similar to a bookstore where i open the cover page, see who's the author, read a few lines at the back of the book, go through the acknowledgement page if the author's got any witty line to add and flip the pages swiftly, vaguely wading through them. Facebook website is like a bookstore where people are the books and their profiles are the paperback covers! Every individual has got a story. You know him or her, you would understand what phase they are in, what they are currently doing, what they felt 2 years ago at some occasion while hanging out with friends. And every story is amazing in its own way. Its a refreshing way. And sometimes i don't know the person whose profile i opened. Still, its another story worth looking at. A different life of a different individual in this vast universe with their own experiences worth remembering and bragging of.

These days connectivity has increased with Facebook. Its a billion-dollar company and the advertising through Facebook has become more easier than the conventional Google Adwords campaigns. An amateur can place an ad on Facebook thus generating revenue on both the parties and the user experience too is magnified. Initially i hated the way they displayed ads. But now, the right column ads of new trendy dresses and shoes is so lookable!

There goes my rambling about Facebook ads. Well, i did try to show myself as an intelligent professional in the marketing industry in the above para.,..but i guess i would like to revert back to my normal, awkward self where i fumble to speak up pleasantly and end up in spoiling the scenario when i get jitters and just type so incessantly. Oh..this is not one of those occasions by the way!

So, apart from thinking that my blog is my friend and all, i wonder if anybody views it at all. Well, the 3350+ pageviews might tell a different story though. Oops...you noticed how poorly i concealed the revealing of my pageviews? Fine! It's not brag-worthy....but it is something.

So i guess i am digressing a lot. I started at the itch of my fingers,...err..hands to type a blogpost. And its no more itching. Adios.

And thanks a lot readers if you made it till the last line. God Bless.

Kelly Clarkson - Since U Been Gone

"Detective Beckett, NYPD!" said she.

DISCLAIMER: The following views are just mine and aren't influenced by anybody else.

I was a fan of Castle TV series. I used to get glued to the TV at 10pm when it got aired on Star World and watched back to back episodes of its previous seasons on weekends. Such was my craze. I swooned whenever Rick Castle came onscreen and was mad about the ending tune they played after the show.

The initial seasons, although i didn't bother much about the interrogation and the case Castle and Beckett solved, i waited for the Caskett to click. I loved their chemistry. His quirky ways and her stern replies. And whenever there was an episode about Beckett's mother's murder, i watched it carefully, following every bit of evidence and the case. Its all so good until 3rd season. The climax was awesome. Beckett gets shot and then Castle utters "Kate! I Love You" for the first time.

The following season involved little less about their chemistry and more about the development of Beckett's mother case and the scandal. I liked the seriousness of it. And the season 4 was good one too, with Beckett making peace with the case and getting back to Castle; thus making the Caskett fans happy about the "Will they?Won't they"question.

Now suddenly i grew up and started observing it as a monotonous tale. I mean, the guy got the girl, the case got settled upto some decent extent, and what else is there to be explored regarding the show? i thought. I didn't follow it anymore. Moreover Rick Castle seemed older. No offence about older people, but he looked 'ruggedly handsome' in Season 1,2,3,4 more and even Kate Beckett aged! Sad! Well, they are humans after all.

My interest with the show disintegrated and the once most followed Castle page on Facebook didn't get any visits from my end. But today, after almost an year and 2 seasons of the show, something happened.

I saw the poster of Season 7 where Beckett stood in her wedding gown! Now, after watching four seasons and knowing Kate, that girlie-self of her character felt odd. Inquisitive of the episode i went through the episodes.

Apparently, its just not me, but Kate too grew up and she kept on saying "We're getting married" to Rick, clinged on his side arm while getting the marriage license before their wedding day. Now, that seemed particularly odd for me. Odd is an under-rated term for the feeling i went through.

Now there's no more writer-muse romance and will-they-won't-they surprise for us. Instead the hard rock like macho-woman Kate Beckett is getting married! Sigh! I mean, yeah, marriage is an important part of anybody's life and being a fan of the show i wanted this. But seeing her coo like a teenage girl got me!

Fast forward to the next season, i see her actual self, the battle-mode ON for Castle and the lioness is back. Now i must mention that i never noticed; well, never cared much about her instincts and the lady-like behavior along with the warrior mode seemed immensely sexy about her. But as time changed and my perspective changed; i suddenly see Kate Beckett as my role-model!

As a young girl, i just loved the chemistry between these two amazing characters. But now, i see the maturity of the female-lead and am in awe with that.

Whoa! Did that take a whole big blogpost to explain? Well, my bad,..i did start from the beginning.

SO, BOTTOM LINE, Kate Beckett is awesome, sexy, beautiful and a role model for me; although her running in high heels seemed too impractical sometimes.

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World's Best............!

Just a glance and you know i need coffee
Just a pout and you know i m upset
Just a sneeze and you rush with tablets and tissues
Li'l bit of my excitement takes you to Everest!
What have i done to get your love
All those ignored days and nights
When i was away and you had to sleep alone
Thinking of those days when i couldn't sleep without you
Those days when you shooed off all my nightmares
Those days when you encouraged me when i m down with failure
Those days when nobody stood by me

I ignored you a lot
You still wanted to be my friend
With the changing generation, you tried hard
And i pushed you off desperately
Looking for material things, i forgot love
All those beautiful things associated with you;
That innocent laughter we shared when a recipe went bad;
The secrets we kept about ironed clothes i almost burnt
And the thing we forgot in the market mindlessly.

It all comes to me now
I found new friends
And left you alone here
But when i came back
You acted as nothing changed
With the same unconditional love
You accepted me with open hands
Hugged me like everytime
And showered me with kisses like old days
Making me the luckiest girl alive
Thank You Mother
You are world's best mom
And coolest of 'em all!!

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Mediocrity at Full Pace

Often there comes a point when we wonder what is all this worth of! I am at that point where i am starting to wonder why am i studying engineering and why Metallurgy?! And why on earth do i sit for placement into companies i don't look forward to work for? Why? Why to even give a test when you don't want to prepare? Why to study something and live a life of somebody when you don't want to be that? The society doesn't restrict you from making your choices.....what restricts you is your gut.

Okay, let me give the backstory. I am a Metallurgy student, who was 'chosen' by the department to study in NIT-D for 3 years and be parcelled to the Steel plant to produce steel everyday and make the country proud while boasting we produce so much tonnes of steel per day. It felt decent enough during my 2nd year when our professor passionately talked about Steel and its modern day significance and how we metallurgists are so rare. But then, i suddenly grow up, reach my final year and question the prospect of me being a metallurgist!

So, i take a reality check and wonder..where am i going wrong and find myself in a situation that looks like a bog and i'm nowhere near going out. Its so suffocating that i want to immerse myself in this viscous dirty fluid and never come back. And don't you worry, dear reader, this is not any sign of depression or something. Its just a rebellion against the mediocrity of my works and the lethargic brain cells that are taking time to react!

Its a great journey to reach the point when you understand the significance of your existence or rather make your life significant for others. But when my inner voice screams "Why the hell am i born in this world" and gets no answer to it; it irritates the hell out of me. Again, where do i stand?

I stand in nothingness; nothing to be passionate about, nothing to look for as a career, no foolproof plans, just like a sitting duck without any defence and ready to be taken out by the hunter!

#feelingsouseless

P.S.: Dear Readers, If you think the above post has made you form an opinion about me and my blog (if a negative one) ; YOU ARE BLATANTLY WRONG. Ahem...! By all means, I can do better. So keep coming back for more posts. Thank You.

The Blue Bicycle

It’s a pleasant evening with the Sun going to its hideout and spreading the reddish pink hue in the sky as if the world’s greatest artist had done magic with the paintbrush on the canvas of those fluffy clouds. Calmly striding across the very familiar lane to get my regular ‘chai’ at one of those shops in LH more, I found myself affixed at one short sight of the blue bicycle beside the chai shop. It suddenly strung the chords of my childhood that kept me dangling onto the nostalgia for a couple of minutes. The arrival of “chai” broke the chain of thoughts only to bring me into reality and find the blue bicycle even more amazing with new tyres that’s just been changed in the repair shop.

Allow me to drop in a sleazy confession that I’m a novice in the art of riding a bicycle.

It was the Summer of 2005 when the bicycle bug bit my brother’s adventure nerve and made him go berserk for a new bicycle. After million attempts to convince our father for a new bicycle, we were granted permission just to ride that ‘legendary black HERO cycle’ which my dad thought could be passed on as a legacy; for that was a gift from my grandfather to my dad. But unfortunately the cycle’s rust was stronger that dad’s will that compelled to greet the arrival of our new Atlas cycle with its flashy blue paint.

I can still remember that day when my brother flaunted his cycle by riding in those familiar streets of our busy colony in the evening. It felt good when the kids of neighborhood were awed with the cycle and its brakes and gears. I was young and wanted to try my hands too.

Just to get my hands on those handles and although my tiny legs weren’t reaching the pedals when seated on the seat, I somehow sacrificed the comfort of sitting and reached those pedals only to feel the force of those pedals going up and down and the muscles thrusting them to move forward the vehicle. It was amazing. One moment I was on it, and the next, I was moving along with the cycle and my eyes looking forward filled with happiness with an ear to ear grin. With few rotations by the wheel, I lost my balance and suddenly …. BAM!

I fell on the ground, and as a result of this fall, my iron braces came off leading to a very angry parents and an industrious dentist who carefully worked to build my new braces.

That’s it. There went my first try to vain and since then I never tried for another 3 years with the fear of losing the braces again. Eventually, the bike got old, my brother went to college, and I went to one of those coaching classes where they expect you to study for 18 hours. Today I look at the bicycle and feel what I missed all along. It is one incomplete task and I got this innate feeling to finish it. I returned to my hostel thinking of asking the security guard to borrow his bicycle for a couple of minutes.

The Placement Mania

It was a pleasant morning until she got a call from one of those non-existing classmates about her selection in the 2nd round of Microsoft. "Shraddha! Jaldi aao.....the test will be starting any minute", called the voice on the other side of phone leaving her aghast and clueless for she never comprehended in seven heavens that her name would be listed for 2nd round!

The Placement season is HERE in NIT Durgapur and the buzz never stops about those lucky souls that got placed in MNCs or about the prospective people for the next rounds. Companies keep coming and the senior-junior relation just gets closer. "which company are you sitting for? what kind of job profile are you looking forward to?" are few of those conversation-starters among the janta of NIT-D whereas the rather avoidable question for everybody in final year is mostly regarding the status of their placement.

Meanwhile, Laasya is busy biting her nails whether her online test for a certain finance company has got her through or not......thus making herself and her friends' circle anxious about the result. And when the result is announced, she climbs upto 7th heaven and quickly returns back to reality to brace herself for the upcoming obstacles, the most venerable test being "Group-Discussion Round".

While there are most people who have no idea what to speak when the topic of GD round is announced, few flaunt of their soft-skills and eventually stumble out for being too flashy and over-communicative or jumpy in such rounds. Well, its a known fact that managerial skills are tested in such rounds and the last thing you would want to do is project yourself and only yourself on the screen leaving the group behind!

What to say of the dreaded H-R round which has had many a victim although they passed successfully through the first few rounds, the Technical, the Aptitude, the Reasoning test. But finally, you've got to have that one streak that no one has and wins you a ticket to the company placement! 

So, here am I, typing off the cliche details of the Placement season, finding bliss in typing on my friend's laptop( the keyboard is too god! Thanks a lot Sravani!), and relieving the so-called stress. I shall now end my opinion here, for i have a company placement test tomorrow!

Wish me luck guys! Hope i get the golden ticket!

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Cactus

Oh dear Cactus!

Nobody loves thee

With thorns adorned

Everything just flees.

Have you any friends?

I ponder for long

With a defence mechanism so strong

Have you any enemies?

Adapted to the adversity

Surviving as a sole species

And the flower you bloom

I salute your beauty.

With so many piercing needles

Still with a delicacy hidden

That flower you grow 

Once in a while

Shows your uniqueness

For your harshness can

Never be its hindrance.

Friends, Enemies maynot matter anymore

For you know how to live

Inspite of misery,severity and draught

Lots to learn from you dear Cactus

Henceforth you shall have a friend in me.

Mindless Meanderings, Worthless Wordings!

A plethora of thoughts
Waiting to take shape
Urging to be real
Trying to convince me
That everything is possible
As i stare at those
Clouds that float
Which look like
Fires in the Sky!

Slowly time rolls
And now a blank mind,
Trying to decipher
Why the hell its gone mute
Without any musings
Is it because it has to write?
Or that the written should be read?
Slowly urging my lethargic companion
Whom i dearly call my 'other self'
I start typing.

Life goes just like that
Some good,some bad, some ugly days
Yet we fail to realise
At the moment that
There's always going to be
A beautiful Tomorrow
And a new battle to win
Until you don't give up!

P.S. I really dunno why i wrote that! But yeah, i would really love to hear what you readers think of the above lines!
Adios.

Dear Blog.....

Dear blog,

I've always written what i felt in this space. Its great to know there is some space on internet where you can write and maybe occasionally somebody reads,might as well like it and once in a blue moon somebody takes the pain of mentioning my work and appreciating it. It feels like oasis in a desert, like the first rain of monsoon, like the correct answers you give to the teacher when you get caught doing a mischief in your classroom and she asks you a question!  Its a great feeling indeed.

Call me a non-socializing person and some freak who needs to vent out on this blog every now and then or some great writer-to-be, but i'm still the one who seeks for appreciation/criticism for every single piece i write..however stupid the idea might sound. Naive/Narcissist you may think, every writer who writes admits that its not their best piece of work, for they always want to improve. They might say "yeah!that's the story i love among all the ones i've written..." or "i loved working for that article"...but a writer who is honestly into it never says "that's the best piece of my writing", for they know they can do better. And so do i.

I am proud of you,my blog. Its the one place all my writings (most of them...) are accumulated and the one URL which inspires me. Every now and then, just like any other human, i feel low about what i am, i question my worthiness, my flair for writing, and to answer all those questions you were always there saying "You dear!are kidding about not-so-worthy. Don't give a shit as who says what about your writing, don't give a damn about appreciation, don't give twopence for publicity, you alone know all the struggle you've been through and the feeling of content after you finish writing a blogpost and 'Publish' it. Go through all those posts from the past  and you can be quite amused how far you've come and how better you can be. Just be yourself and write another article. Keep me alive. as a memoir, as a proof, as an inspiration, as a guidance, as a friend for you to come back to me when nothing is motivating you. Just write!"

Publicity, appreciation, criticism, rewards-everything is secondary. The moment you start writing, only completing it remains the sole aim, delivering the idea which got initiated in your brain so randomly and the urge it made you feel to write stands as the prime thing. Well, i do edit it for making it presentable.

"Art not to please others, but to evoke a response. To share something essential with others that must not go unspoken, unheard."

So, thank you dear blog, for holding my writings, keeping me motivated, inspired and giving me the strength to keep on going.

Yours never-leaving-you-alone-and-always-loving,

Kavya.

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When love & ego clash, who is the loser? | 6 Pointer vs 9 Pointer - Roma...

Stupid Bird

A beautiful morning dawned
As the sun rays cut through the clouds
And the little birds took to their wings
Happily wandering and flying around.

But one was left all alone
Busy pecking at the glass door
Amused I was to see it trying
To break the invincible glass and fly in.

I looked at the Stupid Bird
Strange that it chose to fight
That tough battle which seemed pointless
Instead of flying with the flock.

As i proceed to the industry shop floor
With big unyielding steps through the door
I see another Stupid Bird
Flying around the goblet of smoke

Strange that it made its home here
Amidst the bulky oily machines
And the dark dust that contradicted its color
Yet so cheerful and happy for itself.

As i fall into the pit of my thoughts
Taken aback with the peculiarity of these Stupid Birds
Slowly did it strike to my grey cells
That i too am a Stupid Bird.

Oh dear! I was bewitched with your magic
I find myself drowned in your love
Like a stupid bird fighting with the outer world
And I made your heart my homestead.

Then did I realize that these birds
Exhibited passion and not mere pettiness
And found happiness in weirdest of environs
Just because they belong there; like I, to you my dear!

The Familiar Lane

Walking down again 

Through the same lane

Just like the previous day

As the leaves on the trees swayed.

Its different though this time

For the cool breeze plays with her hair

Urging him to tuck those strands back

Her scent was omnipresent

Her blush bright pink

Its the same lane

Yet seemed so different this time

For they found each other

And the road showed a new path

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RED

The first news of her existence was conveyed by this color. The reddish pink mark on the pregnancy test kit made her mother feel like in heaven. Happiness is an underrated word for her at that moment. She was nurtured carefully inside her mother's womb, loved tenderly. Everyday her mother's loving hands groped the bulge on the belly and whispered to her soothingly. She was safe. She was healthy and carefree. She was the pride of her mother.

She came out of the womb that day. Her mother saw the most beautiful thing on earth. The red-blooded creature, screaming and crying looked like a little princess clad in red gown to her mother. She made her mother proud just by breathing in oxygen through those tiny lungs.

Slowly this wonderful girl started crawling, and then started running. Her little pigtails tied with red ribbons made her famous in her street. She felt happy and excited. Her favorite color was Red.

Few years passed and her life changed drastically with that little red stain on her white skirt. The world looked different to her and she started adjusting in it. Womanhood dawned upon her and she started being conscious of her dupatta more often; sometimes hiding her bosoms with it from the gawking eyes and sometimes instinctively setting it properly in front of elders.

It was Holi. The day of colors. She was smeared with her favorite red color all over the face and ran gleefully from her friends who chased her to complete the red painting of hers. Little did she know of those cruel red eyes, waiting to pounce on her, ready to steal away her happiness from her life.

Now the beautiful girl's color-smeared-red face looked pale. All of a sudden, the red blood which used to gush through her cheeks when she saw her crush pass by is frozen.She's covered with a white cloth, stained by blood-red between her legs.The eyes which rejoiced when she took birth are now filled with tears. The incessant flow of tears washed away the red on her face, but couldn't get her cheeks blush. She looked strangely beautiful; but pale.

She never got to know how it feels like to have the red vermilion on her forehead. Never got to know the ecstasy her mother felt with the test-kit. Never played with red color.

She's dead.

Before Sunset

When you are 21 and old, you either happen to fall in love or be a supportive shoulder to someone who already are in love. Fortunately or not, i belong to the second category, although it involved a lot of phone calls to my friend in sharing her ecstasy about her 3 year anniversary or sometimes consoling her, saying her boyfriend is anyway a douchebag(yeah! we girls do that a lot; blaming the boyfriends of poor little drama queens although their mistake is of miniscule amount) for not bringing her favorite chocolate cake on anniversary. Sometimes, being a friend to these love birds can piss you off. You spend a whole good hour on consoling them about their supposedly overrated breakup and an hour later, you get to know they patched up! I mean, dear girl! i am happy for you..but what about my shoulder which got drenched with your tears?

After all this, we just give a good sigh on how madly and deeply our friends are in love; and forget the trauma that preceded. Such is Love. I am not the best person to describe an alien emotion; i must say i stumbled a lot in finding its true definition...and finally i settled to "Crazy Stupid Thing". And recently i came across this amazing movie "Before Sunset".

Known for its conversational type screenplay, this is about two strangers, who meet after 9 years and talk away the whole runtime of the movie on how things are going on with them. Its a sequel to Before Sunrise, where Jesse and Celine meet in a train, get down unintentionally and spend a night together (okay now,come on people! be romantic; its not just a one night stand, they chat and drink and dance) merrily only to realize they have fallen for each other. Except one glitch for their perfect story. They don't exchange their contacts.

Our dear Jesse, the American dude who is lost in life and adventurous, and Celine, the sweet, pretty French lassie with lot of ambitions drift apart for reasons unavoidable. Fast forward their life to 9 years, they meet again in France,Jesse's last stop of his bestseller book promotion.

These strangers, who just met for a day, connect so deeply and couldn't forget each other after so long time even after their lives changed completely! The whole conversation between them shows how they longed for each other, and how they can be perfect each other.

Just as its prequel Before Sunrise which ends with a suspense whether these two lovebirds meet or not; this movie too..ends with Jesse looking at Celine with loving eyes and she telling him "Jesse, you are gonna miss that flight"; for which he nods intently, as if he knew its inevitable and would love to miss it. After watching this movie and its prequel, one would start believing in the phrase "Made for each other".

One day had changed their lives. Before Sunset is a definite watch for those who love romantic movies and encourage variety in the screenplay. Awesome performance from Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy, along with their screenplay credits, this movie occupied my favorite list. Before Midnight(2013) is the sequel of Before Sunset, where Jesse and Celine again chat away their lives' issues, only making it more interesting.

So lemme end this article by saluting those friends who are a supporting system in most of the love stories and a recommendation to everybody to watch this amazing movie.

Adios!

Strangers.

You will never gonna guess it

If they were lovers last summer

You will never gonna guess it

If they used to be perfect for each other

Even they themselves are amazed

How beautifully they are pretending to be strangers!

------------------Mandrika Sarkar

The Jasmine Tree

Years ago, we had a Jasmine tree at home. It started as a small sapling when we were kids and grew into a large creeper climbing the 2nd floor of our house giving lots of fragrant flowers which caught the attention of the whole colony and people couldn't keep their hands off the flowers when dusk fell. It connected to us in a serene way, being with us through thick and thin, listening to me when i was alone at home, being a home to a sparrow's family when they still used to chirp in the mornings, being a good background when we clicked random pictures, silently with us. It almost substituted the idea of a pet. Every morning we opened our door to a lush green leafy tree during rainy season and the autumn made its leaves drop at our door step.

Now as i look back into the past, i feel nostalgic. We lost a friend, a pet, a companion, for circumstances inexplicable and random. When i brood over past, it brings beautiful memories to light, although its impossible to stay there forever. I must say, past is a place where you can go for, as a vacation, visit few places that brings you happiness and then come back to present. 

Its always amazing to recall those hands which wrote what the heart wanted to write, the fingers giving shape to the exquisite thoughts; the half filled coffee cup he sips and keeps aside, only to write the rest of the sentence of a story or an article and letting the hot coffee go cold which clearly annoyed me every single time; the twinkling stars i used to stare at and wonder if i could ever reach them when i was a child, the lonely lamp-post on the highway which illuminated its surroundings with the yellow light and made the leaves of the trees look golden yellow, forming a clear portrait of shadows which were occasionally disturbed by a speeding car or truck. 

One can treasure those moments and cherish them and be happy for it happened. My mom expressed her thoughts about missing that Jasmine tree. But when i asked her what she's gonna do now, she replied nonchalantly "just plant another one and hope it grows as the previous one did, filling our lives again with its fragrance."

Its HOPE. Hope that makes us look forward for what we want in our present. Hope that we could encounter those moments again and be blissful with those moments. Hope is  a powerful tool for someone who looks forward for things they want.

So i hope i get to see a new sapling of jasmine growing in our house when i go home for a summer vacation this year. 

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Sunday Morning Craziness!!

 So i was thinking candidly that i don't DO anything on Sundays. Especially Sunday mornings. I tried to remember what i used to do every Sunday, only to find that there's nothing exceptional about Sundays. So i took the book beside me (my birthday gift btw..yeah! i'm shamelessly flaunting about it.back off!!) and there's a pencil and tried to write a poem. But came out with this sketch. Without erasing, i used a lead-click pencil for the sketch(just so you know). And every time i wonder what i do on Sundays..i should be able to remember this. So this post is kinda self-inspirational. And yeah,i acknowledge that its not a 'really great piece of drawing', but i DID something okay! Enough of rant.
P.S. You can appreciate me definitely after seeing the sketch :P

Mirror~~|~~ Mirror

I look at those faces and poses

Them untired of the whole focus

Examining every flaw, every detail i show them

Sometimes admiration and other times desperation.

I wonder if my unbiased nature

Ever tried to nurture

The beauty they are born with

And hide the grotesque reality of their worth.

Thousands of faces pass through me

Gawking at me, in a way looking at themselves

Can't help it, since i am a Mirror

And then one day, she came to me.

Different as Bumblebee and Simple as Amoeba

Beautifully crafted hair locks and almost almond shaped eyes

With innocence drawn on face and vigour filled persona

She stared at me, as if she knew my liveliness.

A moment later did i realise

That she almost is a glass with little silver paint

And can be easily looked through

Emotions welled up her face failing from grand concealment.

An infinite images reflected between us

Yet undeterred was she from the pose

The unfathomable depth of her eyes

Challenging everyone sane to muse.

Mentored many a people indirectly did I

Also disposed their vulnerability 

But this girl didn't let me do anything

Just the expressionless stare was enough to shook me. 

Anant!

He woke up to the cramps of his back owing to the acquaintance with the couch that assisted him after the previous night’s fight with her. It was 5.30 am. He checked his watch again and rubbed his eyes and sighed loudly as if he’s late to some important meeting at work. Indeed it was something important. Unlike this time, its more personal rather than professional work that needs his cent percent deliverance. And he’s late already. Moreover to worsen the situation, he’s had an argument with the boss of his life -Meera!

It was the anniversary Anant was planning meticulously to surprise his dear wife-Meera, from the time they both came to the guest house for a vacation.

Anant quickly changed into sweatpants and hurried to check whether the preparations at the lake behind the guest house were done as instructed. The boat with flowers and a cake with “Happy Anniversary Dear Wife” written on it and he specifically asked for roses, for his lady-love prefers nothing other than the rose! It took a good one hour to decorate the mosaic flooring till the lake with rose petals and meanwhile at the back of his mind he doubted whether their SUV is in good condition if her highness would wish for a tour in the coffee plantation near guest house. Anant just couldn’t wait to see her expression when the tickets to Norway would be delivered there; for Meera always wanted to go there. He even made sure of calling the travel agency about it the previous night.

And suddenly he was worried about the little argument they had.

‘Meera looks best when she’s mad at me’ he thought playfully and continued pumping the jack while he remembered their little fights and suddenly an image flashed in his mind of her wearing a sari! He stopped with a jerk only to find that the car raised enough that the flat tyre is facing him with its sad face.  He swiftly loosened the nuts with the wrench while he thought about the time he left her the first time without any notice. And the painful memories that followed after almost losing her.

Two months earlier, Anant took Meera out for a dinner which went pretty boring owing to the un-ending texts and emails from his work. It was the workaholic Anant that met Meera’s eye in the first place, but when the marriage went on with the lame excuses of work and pressure, she couldn’t tolerate and erupted at the table in the public. The fight continued till they reached home and Anant in a fit of emotions, left her the next morning thinking that their marriage was after all a big mistake. Only after it was late enough to break her heart did he realize what he’s done to himself and her.

While the mutual friends of the couple suggested they take a break and go for a vacation, they arrived at Coorg hill station where the guest house with the lake continued their existence since 50 years. The previous night, they again had a fight after all the preemptive efforts from him about the day he left her. It was inevitable and they both knew that the tension had to come out in some sort, and it did. But he didn’t want to ruin their anniversary by sulking all day about the past and hurriedly prepared for the BIG surprise. Only while tightening the nut of the new tyre did Chotu-the guest house worker’s son scurried to tell him that Meera has cut her palm.

Anant took to his feet and feared all those 20 seconds till he reached kitchen thinking if she’s hurt badly, if she’s cut herself too deep or if the blood loss was too much. It was heartrending for him the moment he saw her sitting on the floor with hand held far and eyes closed with pain and the blood dripping off her delicate as a petal; pale palm onto the shining white tiles. And the next moment he had a severe urge to slap her tight for letting such thing happen; for he knew Meera isn’t among those who could fumble with cutlery and the wound said a different story. Controlling those freakish emotions, he rushed off to get the first aid kit and swiftly did the bandaging of the wound.

He just couldn’t fathom the reason behind all this. And when he asked, her rather quick answer made him dumb-struck!

“Because I love you!” she said.

And she continued. “You weren’t talking to me, and the past few days have been awkward between us. It was like we were strangers and I could see the past repeat itself. On top of that, I heard you talking with someone about ‘leaving as early as possible’.

Seeing his wife making a potpourri of events and connecting dots rather sheepishly that doesn’t make sense, and cutting her hand thinking he’d leave her again made him go berserk with anger. But at the same time, to think she could cut herself at the thought of him leaving her, made him realize the crazy, stupid love of his wife. It was a mixed emotion; the kind where you wouldn’t know what to do other than just stare into those unfathomable eyes and get lost in their depth.

Gasping a moment and assuring himself that the situation is under control, Anant explained her frantically the ‘true’ significance of the phone call only to be interrupted by Chotu for the part of surprise he planned; the Norway tickets delivery from the travel agency.

“Happy Anniversary Dear Wife”, he whispered in her ears, rather lovingly.

When she didn’t budge on the idea of taking her to the hospital, he lifted her with full force for which she let out a sigh of relief that she’s in safe hands. And all was well again.

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