Let The Sun in, Buddy!!

It’s a new day, a new morning. The sun-rays shone upon him finding their way through the window. Boggled, he opens his eyes, from the weary sleep that sings to him a lullaby every night.

He will today appreciate the rays of hope I bring into life every day, whispers the sun happily to himself. He will stand by the window, enjoying the cool breeze I blow onto him, rejoices the wind. He will admire my beauty; the shade I provide to the house, says the tree laden with fruits in the garden. He will listen to me sing; mesmerized by the melody he will sing along, pronounces the bird merrily.

Eagerly, they all wait for him to reach and shower him with the gifts of hope, love and life. Alas! Opposite to what they longed for, he closes the window, draw the curtains and let the darkness settle in!!

I like it this way, I like this gloominess, he murmurs. He solaced himself like a slaughterer falsely consoling a chicken, ready to be assassinated.

A young, handsome, well built man. Yet he carries a world of wounds inside.

“The universe wonders what he has taken into stride,

An epitome of pain, a surreal mystery,

He wishes not to cure the injury”.

Is he happy or just too comfortable, in the shell he has built with his own hands? Squeezing out every drop of liveliness from within, he waters his troubled soul and the ever-growing resentment. He nurtures the pain hidden, with his own forced smile.

How are you keeping, asks life to him that day. I am okay, he replies. You are too harsh, too difficult, yet I survive. Before life could say more, he shuts his ears unwilling to listen, unwilling to let things alter.

As life sadly leaves through the door, she vows to come again. The sun continues shining, the tree lovingly present her fruits to the world, the birds chirp, the wind blows rattling the window.

The disappointment people give, the hurt, indulgence in attachments foster have scattered his zest to be happy. But one day he will appreciate the beauty around; one day, he will be him again. And the wind continues blowing, rattling the window!!!

Have I Told You, How It Feels to be With You?

 Many a times I find myself sitting beside the window, listening to the blaring horns of the cars passing by, the screeching bikes; wondering, struggling hard to find what is overshadowing my happiness. My heart engulfed in endless conflicts about all what’s, why’s and how’s; I feel lost. Hours of introspection fails to reveal the deepest secrets hidden deep within my own conscience. I twist and turn in sleep for long, feeling my own palpitation; drenching in my own perspiration, yet I fail to figure out anything. 

When no solitude, no soul-searching helps, a small talk with you over coffee does. You would strike the exact chord at the precise corner of my heart; mend the broken strings and make music out of it again, singing the lyrics I have forgotten!

After a stupid act, a display of foolishness; when I feel ashamed to show myself to the world; you stand behind and pat my back. You help me repair anything that I destroy, correct me when I am wrong, yet never let me feel the pangs of guilt. When someone would point a finger, you stand beside, pronouncing to face it together. The days when I feel exhausted, emotionally drained, completely numb, the hug you give, the way you caress my face is enough to bring me back to life.

You never fail to crack jokes on the one, who left me teary-eyed and thus, make me smile again. For numerous times, we would sit and plan pranks together like soldiers prepare for war and screw the people who befool us. My rival, my foes become the same for you for absolutely no reason.

You are the one who know how stupid, foolish and talkative I am, yet you make me feel worthy and intelligent. Even when no one else could understand, you laugh at all the jokes I crack, not letting me repent the bad sense of humor I have. You sing along, no matter how badly I mess up the melody. You dance along, no matter how imperfectly I move. You make me feel perfect with the millions of faults I possess.

The same coffee seems tasteless when drank alone. Life seems dull, monotonous when you are not around. I forget the tune; I mess up the melody, yet no one sings the words along. Weeping I stand in the crowd, yet no one could see the tears trickling down my cheeks.  Only you, it’s only you who knows it all, even before I speak it aloud. You are the one, who know me, perhaps more than myself, at times. You know who you are, yet if need be to describe you; I would call you my soul-mate, my best friend!!

A toast to our friendship, our togetherness and the purity of it!!
Dedicated to Shivee!!

 Friends Forever!!!!

The Blank Pages of the New Year

It is First January, the first day of a brand new year.  A lot of people must have partied hard last night and many others must have preferred to sit at home, sleep on time and watch the sun rise in the morning.  I totally belong to the second category.

When I was a child, I would jot down all my resolutions beautifully on a chart paper, some suggested by mother, with a hope to stick to them. I would manage somehow till March, but forget all about them, thereafter. Initially, I was ashamed to discuss it with schoolmates believing myself to be the only one who lack that will power and determination, but gradually I learned it’s a problem all around the world. I learnt a New Year is not about the resolutions, but the hope it brings with it.

As a year ends, and a new begins, we hope to live a better life. We aim not only to forgive others, but forgive ourselves; perhaps the most difficult task yet. We aim for our own betterment and New Year celebrations comfort us by presenting an empty book of three sixty five pages. We resolve to correct ourselves, but if we fail, a hope to do the same next year remains. Perhaps, that is why we rejoice at its arrival. What disturbs me is, why not celebrate each day, every week, all month, throughout the year; this way! Every day, I can resolve again. As I take each day individually, I won’t feel the pressure of abiding by a rule all year, but only one day. Fulfilling them this way, would be easy. Life would be much happier if we wish Happy New Day, all the year. Why not let a new sunrise bring upon the same ray of hope, as the year?

Of course a new blank book is waiting to be written with a new story. But if it doesn't go well today, feel free to write upon a new twist, a new tale, in the very next page, buddy. After all, life is not just one story; it’s about a million of tales stitched together by one common character “you”. 

K.K. perfectly sings, ”Apne hisab se dil ki kitab pe kuch to naya likho”( on the book of heart,write something new according to your wishes)! If not today, then tomorrow, remember you have 365 chances…

The Story of My Blog

It was 29^th of December, a usual monotonous day, leaving me emotionally drained, comfortably numb; when I registered myself again with BlogSpot. I had already tried blogging before at “Beyond the Bounds” and failed. In a moment of boredom when I had absolutely nothing to do, I thought to try again. At that time, I had no idea where would it take me; this; the writing thing. Fascinated by my favorite biscuit and its taste, in a jiffy I named it “Life is Krack-Jack, 50-50”.

I never ever hoped to get readers, especially not the regular ones, like you Shilpa Dutta. Neither do you miss any post, nor forget telling me what you liked in it.

            (Me and Shilpa, a unique relation of friendship and critic)

                                              

A “biscuit” has brought me here. One of the blog posts, “An Untitled Real Story”, conveying the story of a girl, helped me bag my first proper internship as a Content Writer. I have to admit I wasn’t serious at all about this writing thing, but now the habit is such that I am typing today, with an injury in my right palm.

It’s hard to describe myself in words. Talkative, who can talk sense; give people useful advice or a simple girl who can go on talking nonsense for hours. Perhaps that is what I am doing right now; I have no idea where this post is heading to!! An optimist, positive about life; brave enough to face the challenges; or a pessimist who prefers to give up, sit in a corner and lament at times. I have but both the sides; the good and the bad one. The circumstances, the people around, and above all it’s we who decide which side to nurture and let grow. Like every year, I choose the positive side. The popular saying holds true for me too, I am a bundle of contradictions; a chemical reaction maintained at equilibrium by the people in my life. For this, I must thank you girls, Shivee Saurya, Sneha Sinha, Toshima Singh, Shayoni Mukherjee, Shagufta Parwin, Shikha Sinha for maintaining that balance. 

 ( With Shivee And Toshima on my side)

                                     (With Shayoni)                                                  

Sneha Srivastva, I would suggest your name to anyone who doesn’t have access to grammarly.com. Ankur Anand you are the best co-blogger one can have. Soumyajit Paul, you are the best source of encouragement. Anshumaan Singh, I always dream to achieve the level you have; long way to go though!!

Today, I know what I expect of this blog. In the one next year, it is going to be the sole evidence of my journey I have chosen to travel with my people. This page must depict which direction I head towards and where life leads me to. What I have learnt in this one year is what has been told long before, “To write well, you need to write what you know, write what you feel”.
In the New Year, I will bring to you the stories, I have lived buddy. Cheers, and a very Happy New Year.

Will you still be my friend?

Tried poetry after long....

Inspired by a friend's blog; heart delving into its own emotions.
My belief in friendship is as strong as my faith in God.
Especially for a friend, well this is the question!!! And you know who you are!!!
I dedicate it to all, who believe and rejoice the relation of friendship..
This is for you my buddy!!

A parasitic cocoon lingering till the end.

A moth that never emerges;
A seed that may not sprout.
The autumn not paving the way for spring…
I mean no good, I know no amend.
Will you still be my friend?

No quality I possess that a friend must have,
My build a broken pillar;
Desolated soul an abandoned shack;
A wandering spirit; void inside.
Will you peep into the hollow once in a while?

An impatient human, a temperamental being
The Foucault pendulum that know no end,
With damages irreversible, wounds refuse to mend
My cries and shrills; a cacophonous ride.
Will you still call it music and stand beside?

I have no strength to be your support,
Instead may fall treading and long for your hand,
The days when I am completely out of mind,
My company might bring you shame,
Not just once but a thousand of times,
Will you still call me a friend with pride?

Like a rivulet during monsoons,
Brimming with emotions, I might just cry.
Devoid of fervor, standing unmoved;
I might not feel when it hurts you the most.
Will you let loose or still hold me close?

I may waste hours talking,
For days, I may sit silent and watch you smile.
Months may pass, suffocating you with the stench of my guilt.
For years, I may not let you live.
Will you still come to my rescue and help me survive?

Myself, somebody, everybody, nobody, anybody..
Don’t know who am I?
I may just never give it a thought;
Or may not find an answer, if I try.
A mortal being full of flaws,
I mean no good, I know no amend,
Knowing well, will you ever be my friend?

Rise Above Caste and Religion

It has been five days, since I last posted. Well, it was Christmas, relatives pouring in for celebrations, some more woolen clothes' shopping and some LG (Life’s Good) cooking classes for me!  I was filled with enthusiasm on the Christmas day, heart filled with serene peace from praying in front of the Universal Father, lighting candles and confessing; when I wished one of my acquaintances a merry Christmas. Don’t promote western culture was the instant answer I received. I was baffled, by such a cruel display of emotions.The reply I gave is an appeal to every such person, who wonders why people celebrate all festivals with avidity. As a small child, I always used to wonder why we don’t have cakes and puddings on twenty fifth of December. I felt I am missing some great fun. Today, in this modern era, would you like to see your child in front of the television watching some movie pondering where his Christmas tree and gift is, just as you did? Why do we have to divide children and kill their innocence on the name of caste, religion or culture. Let them fly free like a bird. Let every person have the right to choose what they wish to celebrate or follow. In the end, these are just different ways to reach the same destination of resurrection.

A belated Merry Christmas, buddy!!

A Lesson Learnt from 'Bachchan Bol'

Today is one of those days when I feel too tired and exhausted to pen down my thoughts. Well, such days are many and that is the reason I have never appeared too serious about blogging. Sheer lack of determination, I guess!

While I am typing this today, my hands are trembling; there is dizziness in the head and ears red with the wintry breeze they have been subjected to all day. As I tried recollecting all the activities of the day, I found I did absolutely nothing. Neither I go to an office nor I am a home-maker; but a student of the kind who rarely studies or completes any assignment. I have been just shopping all the day. Well, now you would say, look she is that kind of girl who spends all her time and money shopping. Sure, I am, but if you aren’t a shopaholic, you won’t ever have an idea of how weary it could be!

It was nine o’clock when I was still in the mall, searching a perfect red jacket for myself. Finally, when I found one, I felt my limbs twirling in pain. Standing in the queue waiting for my turn at the billing counter, I made a mental note to get back home, have dinner and sleep tucking myself in the quilt.

I was about to doze off when mother asked me if I read the latest post at ‘Bachchan Bol’.I lay in silence when this question popped.  Ignore the following information if already aware, else visit the link: “http://srbachchan.tumblr.com/”. You would surely love to read what the greatest actor of the millennium, Sir Amitabh Bachchan has to share everyday with the commoners. I along with my mother have made it a habit to catch up on the blog before going to bed. 

                                   ( A snap from the latest post on the blog )

Suddenly, a scene from Kaun Banega Crorepati flashed before my eyes. A contestant asks Sir Amitabh Bachchan about how he manages to write a post every day. His only answer was, despite the busy schedule he manages to write else he feels incomplete without it. My mother now asks me for the third time, if I visited the blog. At this moment, I remember my blog, my incompetence and lack of determination.

Getting up from the bed running towards the study room, I reply back, 'He is not only a great actor but a great person from whom one can learn a lot.' I open my laptop and start typing, with absolutely nothing in mind other than him!!!