My Friends Philosophers and Guides :)

This post is to thank the special people, Srishti, Ruby, Alkesh, Laxmi Di and Meghana, who have shaped and gave direction to my life, who have taught me how to love and helped me cultivate the ability to change with the changing times, who made me smile when I felt low, who listened to my long stories and silly philosophies and so on . . . 

It took me time to realize the value of the what I have received from the one sitting above (who is always smiling, laughing, cracking silly jokes and playing tricks with me :-D ). God, who apart from playing with me , also took care of me, and to carry me in his arms during the tough times he sent you all in my life as his instruments. I don't wonder how my life would have been without you people because I love it the way it has been written so far, scribbled at some points and beautiful verses like you at another point. I see myself constructing a bridge to reach the other end of this life, and you guys have acted as pillars of my bridge so far, who appeared on their own when I most needed them, preventing me to just fall off :-)

Srishti, I will never be able to thank you for the love you gave me. It was you who actually taught me how to love selflessly. No matter how times have changed and how distant we are physically and in feelings, I will always be in debt to you for your love and friendship. Love you Bhindi :-)

Ruby, you have been a true buddy. The line 'Ruby Dooby' still comes to my mind :-D and your expressions on hearing it make me laugh. So, ruby dooby  I had a GREAT time with you in our +1 and +2. The best part was saying 'yes' when whole class said 'no' and saying 'no' when whole class said 'yes'. :-D Haha... A dedication for you, the song from movie Dostana- Tu Hai Toh Tehdi Mehdi Rahein.... :-D I know whenever we will meet there will be no complaints, only teasing and loads of laughter.

Alkesh, the savior, who made me smile when all I had with me were tears and sadness on my birthday night. You have always been the one to kick away my gloomy disposition, whenever you came to know about it, and replace it with fits of laughter :-D Thank you for all the laughter sessions. And how can i forget the IPL fever :-D Cheering every ball of the over, every six, every wicket, all through messages. IPL was fun only because of you.

Laxmi Di, our chat history is longer than our friendship history LOL :-D Thank you for giving me the gift of your time and listening to my puerile stories. Nothing can match the feeling of contentedness that I get knowing that I have someone to ask my questions, someone to clear my doubts, someone to guide, someone to share anything without the fear of being judged, someone whom I can call my idol, someone who prays for me, someone to love me, and someone to call me Little One  :-) Thank you from the abyss of my heart ;-) :-D

Meghana, my travel guru, my late night party buddy and the one knows the philosophies that I will share in my book LOL :-D Thanks for the interest that you show in listening to my stupid silly thoughts, travel tips to get into a bus and all those late night chats :-D. The GBBs were our first topic of discussion and from then on there was no stopping :-D Loads of media shared. The best of all is the feeling of facing same troubles together at same time, though at different places. You have always been on the other side of the phone giving me a feeling that I am never alone. (Hi-Five, I wish I could place our favorite smiley here now :-D ) 

Each one of you has made a difference in my life, added a charm to it, and I wanted you to know this. Thank you for all your love, laughter, hugs, smiles and wise words. 

Yours Truly  :-)

Lassitude Reigns

How blissful it is to just lie on the couch in front of the cooler daydreaming and having nothing to do at all... :-D If I don't have to anything then why am I here!!! :-P Day before yesterday I read about the sloth in a book and I wish to be a human sloth after reading that. LOL. :-D For the time being, I am enjoying my lazy summer afternoon lying idle.
Kachow!

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A thought.

Philosophy and science - it all started from apple.
- Arpna Singh.

:-D

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Stirrings

I am the water that flows only in one direction, to meet the source of elixir far away in some remote land. I seek nothing except for the desire to flow unrestricted. Happy and blessed will I be to help many a bleak hearts bloom into gardens of delight, to let lives of those that touch me flourish. Nothing is an integral part of me, nor anything will ever be, except for me, myself and the one who gave me birth. I took form from the source, a soul, that has been dividing since the times unknown. While I flow many creatures and things exist under the surface, but none of them is me in true sense. I am just the water that flows only in one direction, and will always do.

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Lack of belonging

Few days back I was returning from my class on my bike. I reached a traffic signal and had to wait for it to go green.  While I awaited my turn, the boys next to me on a bike violated the rules and crossed over while it was still a red signal. Its quite normal to see people getting impatient like that on the road now a days, so I choose not to give any head to it. But the boys hit the front tire of an old motorbike, which was being driven by a man, about fifty, and the man fell to ground. The man was moving because it was a green signal for him and it was the boys who violated the rules. Now in the first place I did feel a little angry because the guys looked back, noticed that the man had fallen and still chose to drove away. What could be the reasons for their such disrespectful behavior? May be they had no reverence for the other people in the society, especially the old. Or may be they were scared that the man will shout at them and abuse them for what seemed to be just a mistake. The second reason resonated loud in my head. Most often, than not, I come across people on the road who disregard the feelings of the person who is sorry for his mistake. Why do we forget that we are humans and we all make mistakes. The man, who fell, did not say a word. He might have had few harsh feelings but there was a chance that those feelings could have melted if the boys had choose to turn back and apologize for their fault, and it was possible only if they felt connected to that man, because we don't hurt people whom we are connected to, even if that connections is 'human connection', which seems quite vague in general or worldly sense these days. Even before this incident, one early morning I saw a man lying on the roadside and a cop was noting down the statement of a biker on his notepad. Next morning in the newspaper we read that the man on the roadside was dead and a passer by reported the police about the dead body. What would happen if the driver of the vehicle, that hit the unlucky man that day, had stopped and took him to the hospital? Was there any chance for his survival? Why do our fears become larger than the significance of someone's life?

How many of you will stop and apologize if you ever made a mistake while driving on the road?  Will you just move on because you think that the other person would never apologize if he did the same mistake?
It is not about what others do, it is about what you choose to do.

Without any title...

This hot sultry afternoon I feel like writing. Nothing specific in mind as there are so many thoughts popping and fading. From past few days I have had at least three things to blog about each day, but blame it on my lazy attitude, I never took the pain to get down to my laptop and get those free electromagnetic waves (of thoughts) stored on some semiconductor device. LOL. :-D

Right now, on the wall opposite to me there is a tennis racket hanging. I started liking Lawn Tennis when I first saw Roger Federer playing in the Wimbledon on my television screen. The ease and elegance with which he played made the game look so simple. Those unmatched services left me awestruck. Had I been eloquent, I would have blogged only about Federer's style of playing.After watching his game I decided to learn how to play lawn tennis and soon found a coach for myself. With exuberance I went to the court on first day and impressed the coach. I had been playing basketball before so I am not bad when it comes to playing games and few other sports (few other sports because I crushed my ankle while practicing for Long Jump). So, I was pretty good at this tennis thing, but it did not last for long. The class began at 6:30 a.m. and ended around 7:05 a.m. I used to reach home by 7:15 or 7:20, and then within twenty minutes I had to get ready for my college because the college bus arrived at 7:40 a.m. Being a relaxed person, I refrain from taking any sort of unnecessary stress or trouble. So, I gave up the idea of learning lawn tennis and focused on my studies. Yes, I did know "all study and no play makes Jack a dull boy", yet I went with my decision. Now the racket is hanging there, reminding of the job undone. May be I'll think of joining the class again.

Next, the wall on the other end of the room has a red chart paper pasted on it with cello tape on it. The chart paper has numbers 1 to 40 written on it. I had put up that chart for the purpose of getting up early and going to the gym. I kept crossing the days, with pencil, when I kept my resolution. But that didn't last for long either. After a week, or may be a little more, I fell out of the habit of waking up early. Then I used the same chart to mark the number of days when I learned new words to improve my vocab. Needless to say, I failed again. After eight days I thought of taking a break and the break lasted for months :-D Now you must be thinking what a big failure I am. I don't take it that way. In first place I tried, and in the process of trying I did improve myself. When you decide to do a task, it is not always necessary to  finish it up. The experience you gain in the act of doing the job does count. I am at my vocab task again and I will try to wake up early too.

Did I tell you I have a big pink teddy bear in my room? The teddy is giving me stern looks because I had to wash it and I didn't complete that job as well. Oh! I even forgot to wash the blue stars ( which are soft toys) and two big cushions. And what about the useless photostatted papers peeping out of the cupboard...??? :-P

I guess I should stop here or else I'll have a long list titled 'Incomplete Tasks'. :-D Now if you don't find me here blogging you know what I'll be doing. :-D

Take Care!

Sharing The Silence

Standing near the railing of the ship, she kept gazing into the vast expanse of the ocean. Observing the disturbances in the water, and feeling the zephyr. The source of divine light was slowly disappearing, as if the ocean was pulling it inside.

He saw her, and approached her. For a moment he looked at her but she was lost. He turned his face to the setting sun. They stood there silently...

He gently put his hand onto hers. She didn't move but felt that she had been taken. She was not alone anymore. He drew near and wrapped his arm from behind around her shoulder. Together they watched the waves and listened to the music of the water. No words were spoken, just the silence that existed. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and the two got lost in the ecstasy of the moment...

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Rinsing.

Drenched in the rain,
I soak the consoling drops,
And let the pristine water
Heal my wounds.
The water trickles down my face,
Caressing me, penetrating my soul,
Reaching my hurts, and treating the same.
Mother nature envelops me,
Like a child in mother's womb.
The thundering of the clouds,
Tries to shoo away the monsters of the world.
I lie there, with my eyes closed,
Thinking of the place I belong to,
And searching the reason, why I got stuck here...
Not able to stand the burden of my own thoughts,
I give up, and
Pass away into a deep sleep.

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SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT.

A critter creating a sound like a record struck on same note...

The momentary sound of a lonely soul dances on the silence of the night when the nepali watchman hums a song in his mother toungue. Not being able to decipher what the song means, I choose to cherish the melody, sweet as honey...

Far, in the distant, the train is running on the endless track, and whistling as it rushes towards its destination...

The clock, ticking in the background, brings me back to the room. The second's hand, though smallest in terms of units of time but works the hardest...

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Blog Blah_blah.: Day 9 - I for inspiration.

Blog Blah_blah.: Day 9 - I for inspiration.
nice poetry :)