wishes of the departed

I lived a life

Where you were my sun

I cuddled  you in my arms,

Your little toothless smile made my day

The shrill shrieks as the swings swayed

I was the first thing you saw with your puny eyes..

Your first words were music to my ears..

Your little steps were strides in my world...

Oh my little one, cry not cause i haven’t gone far

Just look above and see me smile upon

Somewhere in the twinkling stars you will find me winking

Just to keep your smile from sinking

I have blessed you with my blood and moulded you with my love

You are my little warrior, so fear not my petite..

Cause i am near you and shall always guide you

For you are and always shall be my little one...

p.s:

if you ever come across my blog my dear friend, hope you find solace in the mundane words of mine. a poor substitute for a warm hug but for now this is the best i can offer..

yours unforgotten friend

the last time i talked rubbish...

I know the heading seems a bit absurd and the fact that ..well,you know i ALWAYS do talk rubbish... so you  might be wondering that what this post is about... the fact being i got no idea of what to write and just... well, wanted to type on the keyboard(yes, i get weird fascinations) so i guess.. i AM actually talking rubbish and rubbish about nothing(pssstt... it is a secret... i am trying to prove myself as a lunatic!)

Well this is just a list of indications or symptoms can be even broken done to five stages that one must notice when you have i-can-talk-rubbish-till-eternity syndrome..

1.   The people around you or rather your audience will give you
      obvious signs that you are going to far with the rambling...

  (if you ignore that)

2.    They start teasing you and try to come up with topics which  
       can have least possibilities of your talking garbage..

   (and if you can still overcome that, applause to your creative mind!)

3.    They just keep mum and let you chatter away

       (and even THEN if you fail to realize, the amount of mental   
        torture you are)

4.     They start pulling and tearing up their hair..

        (i should think by now the TALKER would notice that but for the obvious reasons ignorant of the cause of such sudden desperate drastic actions)

5.      The last and the final stage would be ..   
         GOD SAVE YOU....

 The above points that i have enlisted is just to help out people who have a tendency to incline towards talks that many wont appreciate..... the fact that i realized it today after i had passed all the four stages with a blessed ignorance.. i can now proudly claim that i have been the reason of balding a minimum group of five... but stunts like these are not advisable rather life threatening.. a small contribution for the betterment of the world.!

JINGLE JINGLE!!

Here comes Christmas with white snow and lush green Christmas trees decorated with glittery decors and candies and stars... and in tropical countries like ours white cotton is placed on trees a poor replacement of snow.. carols sung.. exchange of gifts and the flurry of activity as children like little devils they are when it comes to gifts  tear up the wrappers mercilessly and their shrieks of delight resonates through out... the fresh smell of baked cake and cookies...hmmmm

This is what i am reminded of, every time Christmas comes..  i still remember the Christmas time parties and the carols we sang.. the baking we did, and the poor Christmas tree we decorated so much that one could hardly see its branches! The anxiety of Christmas eve... “will Santa give me what i asked for? “ made me stay awake till late night in hope of asking Santa.. i smile at those memories and still there is the festive mood that dawns the Christmas time and keeps that smile all day (even if i have exams on the next day!) ..

 Hope the big guy in red suit slides down your chimney and bless you with whatever you wish for.. so keep your eyes open for you might just hear a distant “ho ho ho” as the clock strikes 12 and see an airborne sleigh gliding through the sky.....

  TO YOU ALL!!!!!!  (jingle jingle)

Everything seems unreal...

At one in the night finding yourself on the wrong side of the bed with a broken dream having uncanny resemblance to the reality.. i don't know about others i question the reality and the disturbing notion of the movie inception flashes by.... sigh! this is not helping .. may be should just try and get some sleep or rather get back to so called "dreaming" which could be reality and all this a dream.... or the other way... (oh! shut up for god-sakes) 

TOODLES! 

Story of NOODLES !!!

I am sure everyone has heard the” two minute magi noodles” ad.... magi changed the course of instant home- made food... you can call it survival food! Many working people, students, trekkers, would go hungry if it haven't been for that fateful day when magi was launched into the market...

suddenly while eating magi today, an age old question popped in.. how was magi invented ,in a more refined way of calling it is instant noodles...  well as curious it got me i googled it to find out that it was invented in Japan and is actual derivative of the original noodles.....  as this whole magi and noodles thing had got me really interested i did a bit more digging into it......

But i couldn’t find the inventing story behind noodles! As a child i had asked my grand dad about the invention of my favorite food.... and he swiftly threaded a story, and till date i haven't been able to come up with a alternative story to prove him wrong! Well so here’s the story he narrated..

Many many 1000s of years ago, a magnificent Chinese warship was sailing the sea with the best Chinese cook was set to work for a grand dinner for his highness, the king of china.....

He was hard at it, preparing all the traditional Chinese food , and he was making a chunk of fermented dough, it’s a very a exhausting work... but he at last finished and kept it aside while he washed himself and took some time off.. . when he returned he had completely forgotten about the fermenting dough... later on when realised that the dough had got so fermented that it had rolled itself into thin thread like thing and was all over the table on which it was kept ( i know you would have a shocked expression, but hey, its a kids story! bereft of all logic!) in a panic he hurriedly made some sauce with herbs and served it to the king.... to his shocked happiness the king liked it so much that he called up the cook and asked him what was the new dish called.... the cook named it chow mein after his eldest son.... and so that's how chow mein was made (granddad concluded, giving me a triumphant smile to my aghast face)

And this story still sticks to me cause unfortunately i have failed to come with an alternative... who knows it might even be true!  

sunshine...... makes me happy.!

the last post being the victim of one of my mood swings, hope this one is better than my last..

this is one of my favorite songs.. "sunshine on my shoulders" by John Denver... always makes me think about sweet smelling grasses and huge meadows with a tiny brook and sun pleasantly warming the winter air with violets swaying in the gentle breeze!!!

hmmmpphhhh.........

DID I TELL YOU, HOW MUCH I MISS YOU??? 

NO??!! :O

GOOD.... CAUSE I DON'T !!!!!!!  >:@  >:( 

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF SPOTLESS MIND.........

 How happy is the blameless vestal's lot?The world forgetting the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of spotless mind each wish accepted and each wish resigned.

A famous line from the movie "eternal sunshine of spotless mind" a quote by Alexandre pope...

The movie is a work of excellence in itself and the topic intriguing.. if there was any such option of erasing ones memory there would be many who would volunteer to do so... some would want to eradicate the memories of someone dead , heart broken or simple humiliating memories... there are many reasons for which an individual would want to erase his memory... but in truth... its people’s memories who define themselves... the mistakes of the past , doings which have been saved in our minds as memories is what makes us who we are! Everything that has happened no matter how small or big, leaves an impact.. sometimes even the most tiny things like a three legged dog limping about can create a crater like impact onto someone’s mind..

Erasing those, would be annihilating a part of the character .... you meet people who bring huge changes into your life, they might be totally opposite to what you are, a total different lookout but that’s what diversifies a mind, gives it more food to feed one.. these things become memories sure but at the same time they make a hell lot of difference to your being... would it be right to wipe off  such self-defining memories? Even though they might be painful ,cause they reminded you of someone?!! Morally it is not.. but humans are such species  who can endure limitless physical pain... but mental?.. very few have the strength to endure it..

The quote is so true.. when one’s mind is a virgin mind ,is left untarnished  from the worldly infections hindu’s call it maya... no mind is as happy as such a one... cause it gets enlightened  by the “eternal sunshine”.... such a situation is a hypothetical one... like the carnot cycle ideal and perfect but  never achieved!Near to perfection yes.. but complete never! It is for this eternal sunshine that Buddha had left his kingdom.. this eternal sunshine known as “moksh" for which many sages meditated....

The movie depicts a very important fact... u can’t escape from what you really are... you fall in love or love someone for a reason.. it is for a mystical reason... no matter how much erasing of minds you do... you fall for the same person again and again.. hence there never is “eternal sunshine” nor there is a” spotless mind”!   

PENning the PEN’S story

I am a significant piece of insignificance

A slender tube of plastic, ink and nib

Through ages humans have made and remade me..

I am a vital tool of their expression

I am a medium to their thoughts

You will find me in abundance but still give a frantic search for me while noting a phone number

My lifespan is as long as i have ink to spare..

I have been shared, borrowed, fought over and with..

I have even been the accessory to the buds of friendship...

At times i am thrown

At times kept in a drawer  forgotten..

And a few many times preserved as a memorable gift from someone special....

I come in all shapes, colours and sizes.. and even types!

I will never disappoint you with my diversity.. cause i have a choice for each and every liking..

I can be fancy and strict ,showy and subtle...

I am used by all, but fascination of few..

I have played a silent role in all your lives..

Right from when you were a kid!

Remember bragging about me to your friends

About the first time you upgraded from a mere pencil to the magnificent sword of me....

As you aged i became a necessity... a tool without which you were lost in the classrooms...

Without which pages of the notebook were white as the untouched snow...

You grew, still older and i was forgotten in the maze of the alphabets on the keyboard..

No more was I needed..

No more was my friend ,the pages heeded..

But I am happy for the part I played

All those lives I touched and stayed..

I have and always am a significant piece of insignificance...

p.s : When i meant something of everything I literally did mean ANYTHING and EVERYTHING!!!! 

VEINED MUMBAI....

What does one write for his/her first ever blog and post?! So after a lot of thought on what should be my first post I zeroed it down to my everyday life experience....

So to start from the beginning of all the beginnings.. i have lived all my life (well most of d part) in a colony big enough to accommodate few thousands. The place is like what central park is to New York...blissfully cradled in womb of nature away from the hustle bustle but still very much part of the city .. Its like a modern day self-sufficient village.. well not being a frequent goer in the city i have always marvelled of how people travel in the Mumbai’s famous trains... yes.. this post  is about  the very lifeline of the city TRAINS and me a tiny speck in all those crowded heads while i surge or rather flow on with the human tide...

I travel to college by trains... yes me .. which i would have thought quite impossible had someone asked me a few years back.. but if u have stayed in Mumbai and haven’t been on trains its like you are a Christian and haven’t  been baptised.. allow me first to sketch you a visual of how local trains look in Mumbai during the peak hours. They are slender metal boxes with discoloured peeling paint and paan stains all over the sides like the paint was meant to be that way!! .... looking at the very structure makes you wonder at the strength of the metal used... and when they are filled or rather stuffed with human bodies they look like overstuffed sandwiches with the fillings bulging from the sides at a point of time that they might drip and fall...so this is roughly how the trains look when they arrive at the station to fill in more people in  their  already stuffed compartments... now my narration would like to take you to the inside of these modern day voluntary torture chambers.. when ones eyes rest on such a scene as that, one often wonders of what’s the highest compressibility a human body can endure?! Puts a huge question mark on the limit of endurance! So here we are in a crammed up compartment with people of various strata's of the society scuffling, standing ,sitting, hopping ,meditating on one leg (ah yes, space crunch does that) . It’s amazing, really, the sense of understanding people develop when one is subjected to something that extreme .. even after a time you start enjoying it.. i know that sounds weird but believe me, when the trains are empty you feel like some vital part of the train is missing! Its hard to express the magnitude of unknown brotherhood that one experiences if you are a daily train passenger..u start smiling and recognise faces over the months of travels by the same local.You even make friends with people you would generally not do so...the throwing about and elbowing of bodies which usually takes place whenever a station arrives, the uncomfortable proximity, somehow  gets you connected, a mutual understanding with utter strangers is glimpsed on such situations which was plain freaking the 1^st time i boarded the trains!i apologised for every foot i stamped, every elbowing and pushing about i did! But as time passed realisation dawned that no one really minds being rowdy on trains was the key to getting down on time for your stop....  i am sure this is the same with all the the overly crowded metro cities of india given the facility of trains and metros!

Travelling in these trains gives oneself ample opportunity of observing .. learning, understanding the   amazingly different kind of people that have been blessed to grace these congested pieces of match boxes... life without trains for a mumbaikar is nightmarish... it like Paris without metro!

I often visualise  trains in the city as blood vessels.. they are the carriers of oxygen in this case humans to different areas.... sleek ,flexible, highly networked and efficient(to some extent) they are lifelines of the city without which travelling would be unimaginable...

On the concluding note i would praise the engineers behind those construction of fabulous hell carriages (makes even charon’s* fleet of carrier of dead look shamefully petite!)which till date haven’t given up my exploding through the sheer strain it goes through... the last thing i would ever want to be is a Mumbai local! But one of the many things without which this city of dreams would be incomplete...

                                                

*charon- greek mytho character,the ferryman of the dead