Untitled Feelings....

After few good articles i think u can have a faith on me to read this article which was the first time when i thought about writing...
it was 2 days after our farewell in night...
I am not changing anything in it...just posting it as i wrote that time

"So finally days are coming soon of being apart...
Last few days graffiti day and night out after farewell party were awesome in many ways...
On graffiti day first time got a feeling of unity in our class or what we all gonna
miss...but that night out showed a flash of future life far from the friends.

Farewell party was not more than a photo shoot for all where everyone was busy in clicking pic or giving pose with their best pals...and time went away in few hours...but that night out..one of the unforgettable day of my life..and the feeling of that day still a secret for me don't know
what was that....
Feeling of being apart with friends in few days or feeling of enjoy with friends...
Feeling of an unemployed man (though we were placed in N R ) or feeling of a jealous man with his employed friends....

In these mixed feeling, those paratha were also tasting good which we would not eat even a single bite in regular days...ate like a five star hotel food....
that mountain tracking at 4 'o'clock morning is enough to tell how much crazy we were that day...
now these all days are "were"...
and hoping for some good news in future days if mr. vinod kataria will not mind ;)"

 

 

 

Flowing Free....

That's definitely not another nonsense from myside... That's how it used to be...(life...of course!)...fast and free and innocent...knowing few obstacles (and those too, all insignificant ones)...merrily laying the foundation of a fortune having its ultimate existence, only in dreams...

But since, for all of us, a time comes, when we are bound to feel our unfortunate presence into the hateful world of REALITY and we become something called pragmatic, we begin to realize things,and jump into conclusions, and then, ultimately, we write blogs but here i cant write that also so writing in my mail and saving drafts...

Life... multi-fold and somewhat multitudinous as i know it, has always amazed me...and writing came as another thing that could amaze me with same measures...I mean...its fun...isn't it?...how you can get the satisfaction of saying it all, not even bothering once about the INTERPRETATION part...(let alone LOGIC'S...)
So...I's into the field of writing all these days...and loved it...those one-liners and the magical depths up to which I could dive with their meanings...and they worked wonders to make up my always unpredictable mood...whatever be the reason pissing me off...all about my freedom of thought and about writing anything and everything...let it be something as important as my take on our own NANDU or as dumb as an intended note which used to go on and on and on for ten pages full of nonsense about how I hated that GHODA DAL I had for lunch :P :P :P
and though it may sound weird, writing sometimes gave me the feeling of selflessness...it actually did...may be because its one (and only) thing which isn't impelled by the profit motive,may be because its something which rarely promises handsome returns and yet, is satisfying,refreshing and gives immense dividends of happiness :)  

Its as if...it comes as a compensation of being humane...
and once you are into writing, you simply cant fail to notice the same wonder, the same fun in the digital avatar...and you love it all the same...the magic...of expressing into words, the turbulent,free flows of life...

Its Raining....!!!

window seat, Bangalore’s evening weather (RAINS…), and END OF the DAY…

Bliss…

Absolutely perfect for restarting a long (very long indeed) forgotten passion…


So here I go…this time, not with my mobile which is my life these days.. but with a pen and a paper (A bit of pride atleast for me and loads of cheers :-) )…


It’s raining heavily now…drenching every leaf…Beautiful…:-)

I so much love rains…n I’ve had a lot of it (in fact, enough of it) here in Bangalore…It’s like, it rains almost every evening…jumbling my mind with ideas…Ideas, which have been cluttering my mind since ages, but could never exactly come out in full zoom as it hardly rains in Hindaun now a days. Except, of course, a few downpours in July or August…as if rains also need a reservation…lolz…


So the reason why all the good and bad ideas are confronting me now is simply that: it’s raining badly n excess of anything is dangerous…rite?


Anyways…the jumbled thoughts are related to two well known ideas about rains…spread by some saint(s). One is, it rains, coz its God’s way to shower his blessing on mankind…This, I’s told by my Adarsh school teachers when I’s really small. Later on, (when I grew up a bit and) I thought about it, I found it logical also, Gods Actually shower their blessings in the form of rains as our agriculture is still so much monsoon dependent…


But then, the latest understanding of rains, (which I really doubt should be given by some saint) says: It rains so that the miserable humankind can hide its tears amidst raindrops…n really, this one also sounds somewhat logical, may not be as good (rather feel good) as the first one, but still, understandable…

And then, as I’ve said, it rains daily in Bangalore…it seems like ages since I’m witnessing this phenomenon, of daily rains, making this city watery ,reducing the visibility like anything n making me utterly confused n wondering, whether I’ll look foolish, standing all alone in rains, joining my hands in prayer to receive the blessings of dear God???... And then, I prefer an act of self denial…


And so, I’m standing beside a window of ma room, all dry, while it’s still raining heavily outside, relishing only the cool breeze…and now I’m told, a CYCLONE is going to hit south India…as if rains were not enough to create confusionz…


10 Oct. 2010 Bangalore...

I, Me with Myself...

On a beautiful star studded night, I raised my face heavenwards and closed my eyes...quite,calm,cool winds which, kind of symbolize Bangalore's awesome weather were breezing through my face making me completely lost in myself... :)


And then, as is evident, as a kind of reflex action, I started thinking...about those 3 months of slumber, about my journey from Kota to Bangalore via Delhi...about the sudden discoveries of sooo many facts about the human-cosmos that they kind-of bombarded my small confused mind...about all good and bad things Banglore has taught me in past one month...I'm suddenly finding myself wary of what was behind me and what lay ahead...The sense of revival is exciting and yet so frightening...But bravo! its still inspiring belief...One month after this much awaited journey, I'm actually finding my spirits rising again from where they had been moribound for too long, may be because of too much of homesickness...and I again find myself searching for my niche here in this all-so-strange land...


With all these good thoughts, I opened my eyes, determined to keep aside all the hate I've developed for Bangalore n South India in past one month...believing that the question of belongingness( to north/south india) will soon fade away when I'll start believing in my own adroitness of believing in all beautiful things...to wherever they belong to...


18 Oct. 2010...an evening at bangalore...