Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Just crap
I'm not feeling like scribbling down anything. I'm feeling like the fountainhead of my thoughts has been choked, there is no influx of ideas, no words streaming out of the mind even if I rack my brain to the farthest...It just seems empty, barren, infertile, numbed.
I don't sense that I can ever possibly manage to come up with any more fresh ideas to format and key-board. While I'm just trying to kill time strumming my fingers on the letters, I don't know what to type in the next line.I'm literally fishing for sentences, words and most importantly the pith to write about.
Today is Panchami. Just a few hours to go for our biggest festival to pilot off. I'm rite now sitting in my work station in the office, with nothing to keep me seriously engaged [when i said that I meant UI've practically no work at hand :)]. And so, in desperation to keep my lazy brains from dozing off to where they are used to go in such God-only-knows-what-to-do situations. So, I'm doing what I'm best at i.e talking gibberish, all crap. Actually, I'm not getting anybody's head to chew up, anyone who can lend me a patient ear to listen up the utter non-sense stuff that I'm so willing to throw up. And then Voila the flames of unlit brain lit !! I thought what better way to make my voice heard than through this dumb, nerd box?
I don't sense that I can ever possibly manage to come up with any more fresh ideas to format and key-board. While I'm just trying to kill time strumming my fingers on the letters, I don't know what to type in the next line.I'm literally fishing for sentences, words and most importantly the pith to write about.
Today is Panchami. Just a few hours to go for our biggest festival to pilot off. I'm rite now sitting in my work station in the office, with nothing to keep me seriously engaged [when i said that I meant UI've practically no work at hand :)]. And so, in desperation to keep my lazy brains from dozing off to where they are used to go in such God-only-knows-what-to-do situations. So, I'm doing what I'm best at i.e talking gibberish, all crap. Actually, I'm not getting anybody's head to chew up, anyone who can lend me a patient ear to listen up the utter non-sense stuff that I'm so willing to throw up. And then Voila the flames of unlit brain lit !! I thought what better way to make my voice heard than through this dumb, nerd box?
Labels: Miscellaneous
Monday, September 18, 2006
A Letter from a Mother to a Son
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(Courtesy to a Journalist of The Statesman who had a story on the
similar lines years ago, my writing is on his lines. The thought
of this is only inspired from that story, the rest is my input.)
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(Courtesy to a Journalist of The Statesman who had a story on the
similar lines years ago, my writing is on his lines. The thought
of this is only inspired from that story, the rest is my input.)
Dear Son,
I'm glancing through the sills of window at the space around me. It's star-decked here. Visibility is translucent, all that I can decipher is a realm of vacuity mingled with the beams of Nimbus like umbra. Time is frost here and millions of slings cannot thaw it. My existence is but a serene, tranquil consciousness. I have nothing to spare a thought about save You and your well-being. That is the single most overriding memory that I haven't been able to part with, over these harrowing years. Yes my sweet, I'm talking about those 19 years of bereavement.
O! If only I had a heart to cry out the sedimented aches of the almost bygone score, if only i had a pair of eyes to cry out my imperceptible heart that throbs for you! When I left, you were just a bundle of joy - a pygmy size darling with a booming, buzzing sense of understanding, a cry-baby who could just be hushed up if I fed you and lullabied you to doze off peacefully. An irrefutable, invincible force mightier than the bond of filial love snatched me away from you. I had to move zillions of miles away where your despondent yearn for me would'nt reach. My corporeal frame was burnt to ashes and my soul transcended the earthly bounds of human emotions, but nothing could snap off the ties of blood. Your satin touch, your fragrance, your honey-suckled face, your angelic giggles and your guileless ogling at the world as if it were your new playground - I borne them all in the inner recesses of my soul as if they were embossed forever. Even today those puny details make me feel starved. The pain of half-requited motherhood wrenches every nook of my being, a being that is caught between the snare of existence and oblivious non-existence.
Today you are turning 20 after trodding a quarter part of your life without my loving coocon around you, without the tender shade of my caresses. I can see you as a handsome boy, pretty much resembling your father, tawny faced with a bluish tinge left after you have shaved your marshy stubble and a square built with a dint of muscular frame. I know you you will soon have a swooning fan following. (But my child remember to make your poor mum proud, don't get swayed by the sweep of the mob. the world's countless fancies can lead you astray, stranding to a rueful state.) I am watching you from here. You have just set out of the house towards your destination -your college. The arrogance of youth with its indomitable spirit is evident from every stride that you are taking. There you are, gazing at the sky above you just to invoke my blessings. Son, you are already blessed. Each earth day, as you wake up my blessings stream on you with the sunrays that smear the hues of gold on you.
Don't pout child, don't feel that you are ill-fated. I am with you as a part of your being as you were a part of my flesh and blood for full 270 days. Look within you. The heart that pounds, the
lungs that give you the fuel to live, the sense organs that aid you to perceive the world - all were a part of me and they took shape as each day they were suppled with cells. Today, as you are about to lunge forward to turn over a new chapter of life, let me escort you son. I have implored the orbs to gift you with the integrity to walk straight without having to stoop in shame. I have beseeched the ministers of adversity to silken up your way. I have prayed to the Lord that all life through you can pull up your sleeves to face odd clogs. Time is not as rapacious as it has had appeared to you. It had brazened you at an early age by chopping me off the parent tree to which you could have entwined to creep up. But, now its pay back time. Your fairy-Godmother has brewed up a concoction to touch upon magic on your life. She has murmured into my ears that your sunny days of hay-making are at the threshold. The inviting vistas will beckon you with arms widespread. So equip yourself dear, lest the opportunities should fly by. Cough up whatever is ailing you and arise like a Phoenix to conquer the world! May the three sisters of fate who spin the wheel of fortune canonize your heart and soul. God bless you sweets.
Your Mom in Heaven.
I'm glancing through the sills of window at the space around me. It's star-decked here. Visibility is translucent, all that I can decipher is a realm of vacuity mingled with the beams of Nimbus like umbra. Time is frost here and millions of slings cannot thaw it. My existence is but a serene, tranquil consciousness. I have nothing to spare a thought about save You and your well-being. That is the single most overriding memory that I haven't been able to part with, over these harrowing years. Yes my sweet, I'm talking about those 19 years of bereavement.
O! If only I had a heart to cry out the sedimented aches of the almost bygone score, if only i had a pair of eyes to cry out my imperceptible heart that throbs for you! When I left, you were just a bundle of joy - a pygmy size darling with a booming, buzzing sense of understanding, a cry-baby who could just be hushed up if I fed you and lullabied you to doze off peacefully. An irrefutable, invincible force mightier than the bond of filial love snatched me away from you. I had to move zillions of miles away where your despondent yearn for me would'nt reach. My corporeal frame was burnt to ashes and my soul transcended the earthly bounds of human emotions, but nothing could snap off the ties of blood. Your satin touch, your fragrance, your honey-suckled face, your angelic giggles and your guileless ogling at the world as if it were your new playground - I borne them all in the inner recesses of my soul as if they were embossed forever. Even today those puny details make me feel starved. The pain of half-requited motherhood wrenches every nook of my being, a being that is caught between the snare of existence and oblivious non-existence.
Today you are turning 20 after trodding a quarter part of your life without my loving coocon around you, without the tender shade of my caresses. I can see you as a handsome boy, pretty much resembling your father, tawny faced with a bluish tinge left after you have shaved your marshy stubble and a square built with a dint of muscular frame. I know you you will soon have a swooning fan following. (But my child remember to make your poor mum proud, don't get swayed by the sweep of the mob. the world's countless fancies can lead you astray, stranding to a rueful state.) I am watching you from here. You have just set out of the house towards your destination -your college. The arrogance of youth with its indomitable spirit is evident from every stride that you are taking. There you are, gazing at the sky above you just to invoke my blessings. Son, you are already blessed. Each earth day, as you wake up my blessings stream on you with the sunrays that smear the hues of gold on you.
Don't pout child, don't feel that you are ill-fated. I am with you as a part of your being as you were a part of my flesh and blood for full 270 days. Look within you. The heart that pounds, the
lungs that give you the fuel to live, the sense organs that aid you to perceive the world - all were a part of me and they took shape as each day they were suppled with cells. Today, as you are about to lunge forward to turn over a new chapter of life, let me escort you son. I have implored the orbs to gift you with the integrity to walk straight without having to stoop in shame. I have beseeched the ministers of adversity to silken up your way. I have prayed to the Lord that all life through you can pull up your sleeves to face odd clogs. Time is not as rapacious as it has had appeared to you. It had brazened you at an early age by chopping me off the parent tree to which you could have entwined to creep up. But, now its pay back time. Your fairy-Godmother has brewed up a concoction to touch upon magic on your life. She has murmured into my ears that your sunny days of hay-making are at the threshold. The inviting vistas will beckon you with arms widespread. So equip yourself dear, lest the opportunities should fly by. Cough up whatever is ailing you and arise like a Phoenix to conquer the world! May the three sisters of fate who spin the wheel of fortune canonize your heart and soul. God bless you sweets.
Your Mom in Heaven.
Labels: Creativity
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Gone with the RAIN!
This might not be everybody's favourite cuppa, talking about rain at length, when the culprit itself has taken a break from its downpour job. Many of the poor victims of Rain God would like to cull him if they just get the better of him(especially the ones who owe him the lives of their dear ones or their belongings). For the life of them, rain would be the last one to coochie coo about.
Not even mine! Though my city has been spared from the outrageousness of Nature this year( minus a few glaring signs of a washout), on certain days of mad drizzle, I wished the clouds passed out with the languish of over-pour. But it was just a powerless, unsolicitated wish which lacks the might to over-power the unchallangeable force of Nature.
But now when those incessant drops have started to dry up and signalling to withdraw troops within a month, i'm already missing the earthy smell, the moist air full of succour for the lungs, the drop in temperature and the newly sprout leaves washed in large drops, making them droop.
Even the rain tormented souls will agree that the bathed world looks more luscious and green than the wilted look in the heat or the ashened look in the cold!
Not even mine! Though my city has been spared from the outrageousness of Nature this year( minus a few glaring signs of a washout), on certain days of mad drizzle, I wished the clouds passed out with the languish of over-pour. But it was just a powerless, unsolicitated wish which lacks the might to over-power the unchallangeable force of Nature.
But now when those incessant drops have started to dry up and signalling to withdraw troops within a month, i'm already missing the earthy smell, the moist air full of succour for the lungs, the drop in temperature and the newly sprout leaves washed in large drops, making them droop.
Even the rain tormented souls will agree that the bathed world looks more luscious and green than the wilted look in the heat or the ashened look in the cold!
Labels: Miscellaneous
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Kaleidoscope
some vignettes of images, some half remembered smiles, some bits of will-o-wisp talks...
A busy day rounds off with murmurs,chuckles and little eye-to-eye exchange of words,
A walk on the old roads and a wise laugh at the dug up follies,
A post-mortem with a finicky mind opening up new-found angles to the stories,
Sewn with small details making the eyes misty.
One tongue-in-cheek remark in a cackling voice,
The burst of volcano dormant for so long,
Some spiteful terms hurled at the ones absent,
Grey faces darkened with the colour of pain,
Choked voices giving vent to untold remorse,
Silent lips exchanging apology for the long done mistakes.
Two old hearts, having nothing more to offer the world,
are joined together , thus,with the string of fruitless trifles.
Labels: Creativity
Friday, September 01, 2006
Kuch pal...
Kuch pal choo ke urr jate hain aise
jaise koi parr nikal aayi ho.
Rahe jati hain toh bas ek parchaayee,
dhoondli, dhool mein lipti hui, unchooyi.
Aisa hi ek pal kabhie yaad mein bas jata hain
jaise badra se aankh micholi khelta hua dhooop.
Labels: Emotions and trivia
