Embrace

There is nothing left to lose,
Nothing left to fear.
Why you stand in silence?
In fear to accept the present cos' of the horrible past?
The present moment has everything,
Why despair and wither in pain?
Happy moments and good people,
do not present themselves always.
Enjoy the moment my friend,
You are the happiness you seek.

The Jute Bag

It had been a lazy Saturday morning. Sleep beckoned me, early morning dreams were just catching up. Just as when, the alarm rang and showed 10 o’clock. How could I forget? I had committed to meet my friends at the local multiplex to catch up on a movie. As usual, I was running late and my friends chose to pester continuously to come early. To add more to the confusion, office calls started to pour in. My Saturday morning was filled with amusement. ‘Oh Man! What do I do?’ My mind was constantly juggling between these thoughts as I hastily made my way to the nearby bus-stop.
I hurriedly boarded the bus to the multiplex. And fortunately, I got the chance to grab a window seat and enjoy the light drizzle along with the cool breeze. What a beautiful morning! The droplets withered like tears. The kids were dancing on the streets while the adults were alarmed and all out with their umbrellas and raincoats. ‘Change, change! Please remove change’, shouted the bus conductor. Now as my luck would have it, I took out a 500 rupee note from my purse. ‘Yeh kya hai? Chutte do madam!’, angrily saying, he snatched the note from my hand. ‘Baaki paise baadmain lo’, said he. God gracious! Wasn’t the morning not eventful that you had to add more excitement to it? And then my mind started swaying the philosophical way. God, if you are listening, why you had to bring this rude conductor my way? That too on a Saturday. Couldn’t you send a smiling face to light my day?
I was immersed in my thoughts. I didn’t realize the presence of this woman who came and sat beside me. Bespectacled face, flowers well placed in her oiled hair. My mind started to analyze her. She must be visiting her relatives. As I went observing her, her bluish-grey jute hand bag caught my eye. It made me nostalgic. I remembered my college days when I extensively used jute hand bags. ‘Hello Aunty! Your handbag is extremely beautiful. Where did you buy this from?’ I asked her. She smiled. ‘Hello. My brother gave me this bag. He stays at Hyderabad. He keeps getting such bags. He has given me 5 similar bags.’ Thereafter she started to describe her brother’s profession in Hyderabad. And suddenly she exclaimed, ‘You can take this bag if you have liked it so much’. I was startled. Amused and taken back. ‘How can I take this? It is yours. How would you carry your parcels if I take it?’ I said. She reiterated she has five similar bags and I could take it. My happiness knew no bounds. I was so happy at that moment. ‘If you are so readily giving it to me, I will surely take it’. And to my surprise, I accepted the bag. She then mentioned that she never carries the bag when travelling on weekends and it was in my fate today that she did. And that it was written in my destiny to have the bag. Saying this, she abruptly departed from the bus and got over at the bus stop.
I was speechless for a moment. ‘Thank God! I admit you do create gems of people like her. Thanks for bringing her today in my life. You made my day’. And the rain started to pour heavily as if answering my thoughts. Even God could not disagree.

Writer’s Block- A hindrant or a beginning?

I just sat down to write something. Something which has been going on in my mind and troubling me since long. Something, which has always been a part of me, since ages. I have tried to reconcile myself with it but have not been able to do so or rather have not been successful at it.
They say destiny plays a very significant role in determining your future. But how can destiny play with something which has always been present. Something which has always been there since the beginning.
But that which has been stuck in the dark hours of monotony.
I have tried so hard to break this, but in vain. It hammers me to the core. I cant live with it or without it.
It is the writer’s block which is prevalent in my mind. Which makes my mind go paralytic. I cannot put my thoughts together in spite of having beautiful ideas strumming like butterflies in my head.
It is when the mind rules over the heart and when the heart is not allowed to have a say. That’s when such kind of a situation arises. It is when one tries to run from his own self, from his own true behavior. I now realize how I have tried to run away from myself. And that’s the only reason why whenever I think I will sit down to write, my mind tell me a no. As my mind is very fearful and dreading the tomorrow. My mind is very scared of the output. My mind fears what will people say when they read the write-up. It is not free-flowing. It is not happy in the present, nor was in the past.
Man is supposed to be what it has always been. Since various births man has been living with it. Now I realize that destiny does play a picture. The inherent nature of man does stay truly by itself. But the way man reaches towards his true goal is how destiny directs him to it. Destiny does play a picture. That is becoming my sole belief, slowly and steadily. As I sit down to write and complete this article, I realized I could write a paragraph even with the fear of writer’s block in my mind. Slowly and steadily, the fear goes away as I come to know that the basic duty of any writer is to write for himself first and thereafter his audience. If he himself is not happy with the write-up, there is no point in garnering expectations that other will.
I hope my writer’s block goes away, slowly. A small anecdote to sum this up, as the rain washes away d earth’s heat and grime, so shall my fear be taken away too far. I can breathe in peace and allow my writing to take me into a new world. The world which always existed. The world which has always awaited my return. Once Again.

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When my heart shall sulk, there i shall lie, embraced in d arms of destiny..not knowin where to lead, where to hide...to laugh or to smile...dats when i will come to u...tired n unrest..in d search of new light...a new life..thr u will c me again...on my feet again..fighting hard but not die..n i will smile again....for dats what i was always made for...till eternity....i thank u my lord...

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Lost in the crowds of mayhem,
desperate to find my way,
of needs and ends to meet,
stifled in the circle of temporary stay.

Risk and passion take me ahead,
need and wants pull me back,
Here I stand tortured in the midst
questioning my present track.

My life is precious and one
wants and accomplishments indefinite
Striking a balance and marching ahead
making life...a retreat.

Mediocrity

Mediocrity is the art of the society. Just as a book is a reflection of the thoughts perceived, a society is a reflection of hypocrisy and mediocrity. That which is disguised and is in the garb of sophisticated perfection.
Why has it been that all the stalwarts and thinkers of our society had always been criticized at the advent of a new thought? Why is it that every new thinker and every person who goes beyond the normal way of thinking has been criticized?
Guess the only answer which lies is the art of staying in the comfort zone. The concept of accepting the herd mentality as the individual thought and content is absent. As the individual opinion is absent, thereby the mind accepts the thought which is freely available, risk-averse. This to the height of being hypocritical the individual will accept the universal thought, however wrong or dreadful it may be.
Mediocrity has seeped to its highest extent and here I stand making my mind as to take the path of mediocrity or sole pure thought which is individualistic. Barren minds take such path. The ones who have mediocrity or the so called art of perfection deeply rooted in their blood. Confused minds could never be productive but shall always be swayed in the path of misbelief and misconstrued truth.
Work itself is the reward and faith. How can anyone be so nonchalant so as to take the support of misgivings and false prowess? How has the society been so naked in its followed faith? How can anyone not know what the sole truth has always been? Why do we require false manifestations to make the truth stronger? Isn’t the truth not strong in its mettle? Why have we as a group of individual, an organization, as a school of thought been so prejudiced and weak in our belief and faith that we have trespassed the emblem of truth? Of the truth which has always been. Of the facts which have always been. This has happened to that deep extent that mediocrity has seeped in the sacred path of love too. Don’t we fear and fail to accept individuals who don’t not fall prey to the standards of society. Don’t we ourselves try to free us from these beings?
I have stagnated myself to the maximum extent while being made to believe these erroneous and so called true facts of the society. I find no salvation or happiness in accepting the false belief which are portrayed as true facts. I may not have stood tall to these beliefs; however I have stood tall in my own eyes. Within me, I have known what I have been. And I find no exigency in saying or proving it to the other members of the society. However, as I am part of this social system, I have been supposed to follow its fallacy. And here I stand tortured and distressed. The magnitude is further enhanced when I am made to believe that the thoughts are pure.
Why the society lacks a conscience? Why does it not stand on its own feet but requires the crutch of the make belief world which we ourselves have created? I shall stand and stay tortured. But I shall not accept these. This is because hypocrisy and mediocrity may be twins but they certainly do not exist in my world. At the end of the day I shall not live a life of a second hander who doesn’t think but thrives on the primary thought of the creator, of the seeker. I shall be proud enough to live the life of the primary seeker, who may be a failure in the mediocre person’s eyes but who shall be the winner in his own. And then I shall answer myself. And I will attain bliss. Pity those who won’t. But the agony is they won’t even realize that they haven’t for they will be at the epitome of mediocrity and hypocrisy.
The society gains leaders made out of the hypocrisy. And such a society perishes and never goes ahead. And this further marks the demarcation of it from purity. And thereby giving people the very existence which they deserve. Of mediocrity. Of lack of individuality. They never get a reason to complain. However, at the advent of termination of a birth or even productivity a man lingers to the existing thought in spite of knowledge of the fact that the ideology has been fake. A birth gone wrong. A life swayed by secondary thoughts. The misery of a whole society and thereby of mankind.

Where has all the love gone?

I was traveling in the train one day when I overheard a conversation between two ladies. The topic of discussion was arranged marriages. One of the lady was of the view that guys should be educated, well-earning, having a decent family, rich and providing minimum comfort of at least a 2 bed flat and 1 car to their daughters when they get married. The other lady was much beyond the existing thought. She was saying that the only criterion for marriage is that the guy should be earning well so that the pressure of earning doesn’t fall on the girl.
Listening to the conversation all way, my mind began to wander. What exactly do our parents expect out of an arranged marriage? That their son-in-laws should be princes?
What is the whole system we have made and are a part of? Are marriages made only if the degrees match? Or if the guy is the of the same age as of the girl, but he is expected to earn almost the double of what the girl earns? Does the guy bear value only if it is enhanced by the number of degrees, the number of bedrooms, the number of car he owns?
Why is it in our society that the guys are expected to own a flat at the age of 25 or 26 by undertaking a huge loan liability on their head? Don’t we understand that they are almost kids, just out of their teenage? And when they take the loan liability, little do they know that they have axed their creativity, dream jobs. Now they resemble a man who no longer is capable of taking any risk as he has to house such an enormous loan, he has to provide the best for his kids, wife. Don’t we realize that we have axed the dreams of the guy? The only position which he claims to be is of the sole-provider to his family. He earns respect solely because he earns the money?
I am not contesting the fact by saying that parents should marry their daughters to a pauper, any tom-dick and harry kind of a guy. Or they have to axe their daughters happiness. But can the girls answer this question that why is only a man expected to shoulder the household responsibilities when they are equally qualified? I am ruling out the exceptions here please.
We as educated women need to understand that the guys are as old as us, as educated as us, as ambitious as us. They deserve and stand a chance to be given by us. Of understanding them, of acknowledging them, of loving them. Loving them for what they are. Loving them for the qualities they carry and having trust,faith in their abilities that they shall make a mark in the world.
The women of our previous generation have stood by their men, come what may. Lets take a lesson from them and imbibe their courage if not everything. Let’s accept what has been unaccepted until now.
And to all the guys. Please understand that we leave a house of 25 years to come and stay with you and your family. We are expected to mould ourselves to the mindset which your family carries, the traditions and other values. We survive only on one thing. The love and faith of you in us. If that itself goes berserk, how are we supposed to live and survive? We just expect that we get the same level of freedom of mindset which our parents have provided. Couldn’t we ask this much from you guys?
And then they say marriages are made in heaven and last on earth.