FREEDOM!

While I was in class1, I remember one incident vividly.
May be it's because the kind of occurrence is tautological till now.
And as I’ve been here and now since then I feel like somehow, some of the things are related to that.

That was a Saturday morning. I was practicing some new tantrums to throw upon papa for not going to school. But like everyday I failed to maintain the drift being at school where
Everything was alien to me except the break time. When I returned from the school "Tuka nani"(my childhood caretaker showed me the great discovery of her. Guess what? That was a bird. While that was carried out for the scrumptious meal of the vultures, it fallen over my roof. It was awful. But then again we both tried our best to make it alive. That was so numb. So soft to feel. Each time I was about to touch that, the squinted eyes would scare the hell out of that. Days went and with that my new friend started twittering. Gosh...What an amazing feeling! I ran, from house to house in my colony declaring about my friend. Everybody was so happy! But certainly the biggest fear of losing the bird creeps up into my mind. The next moment i went to the market with papa and bought a beautiful cage to put my dearest bird inside that. And i was visualizing the more days were passing the less was the twittering. The dazzle in her eyes was about to diminish.

I was asking my maid again and again why the bird was not twittering. But she was a dumb. And one day waking up in the afternoon i saw the cage was empty. All hell broke loose. Burning in anger i ran to "Tuka nani" charging her what she has done to the bird.
..."I LET IT GO TO FEEL THE FREEDOM”. She replied calmly. And then i was the dumb crying unnoticedly.There i was standing on the terrace, trying to hear the twittering beyond the horizon. And then i closed my eyes, tried to feel” how it feels...While my lost bird is flying in an open sky".

I'm missing my tuka nani and the bird who taught me "LOVE LIES IN LETTING IT FREE..."

CIRCLE OF LIFE

The post thought of a well-done-job which gives me an abstract feeling of joie de vivre and the ultimate sin, is something that completes me. Sounds unscrupulous. But that’s what my self-realisation.ADMIRE it or ABUSE it…I do not know how far it is going along with the conventional path. But that’s the feeling…the feel (one can call it visualization) of SALVATION.


Starting from the memorable past...be it the days of accolades/awards or be it the days of failures, there is a purified “happiness and obsession”. Purified obsession...Yeah.That it is. EUPHEMISM….I must tell you the days when I surrender to my failure accepting it and the same time smiling, congratulating at the victory of my opponents. And I (was and am) sure of it, that there was no ambiguity in those feelings (then and now).I did not find me guilty, when I was reassuring a friend of mine telling her about the skeleton version of those “A FEW GOOD PEOPLE”.I should not have said that I did not blame them. But I am saying,” Yes, I did.” Listen, I poisoned some out of you readers in front of a depressed friend of mine to get out of her some sin. And then again in the next morning when I saw her in the library corridor singing happily “Jeevan Maraa Nahi Karta Hai…”
….HOLD ON! This is the place where I got salvation in those (“Bitching and extolling…bad/good as we people call it”).I would like to say both are amazing. They make me reach the penultimate conscious level of a blank….the place where the soul desires/deserves/denies or feel nothing. It is like the distance between any two points on the perimeter of the circle which seems to be straight. And as the centre demands the point to be with it, it agrees with the radius.

The golden days of helping a blind to cross the road, to visit the orphanage just to spend some quality time, the street in the winter where me and my buddy used to go to see those cute puppies, the father in the church who used to teach us some morals and (then again the silly bickering, disrespect to seniors at some points, denying to accept my gurus seeing some silly mistakes in them, demoralizing anything important)…EVERYTHING…..THE GOOD and THE BAD, hold salvation in the moment, called the “TRANSIT PERIOD”. Call it milliseconds or microseconds of that realization where my consciousness was a constant irrespective of anything in the world. If I can collect those moments all together...I can be the enlightened diva. But then again I’m a variable going along with other variables making rounds and rounds on a circle aiming to be ended up at the point where I’ve started exactly. People bicker over comparing the quality and period of the radius without considering the centre. I am one of them. But I promise I will get it all free from awards and purgatorial sanctification after my death…!

PILLAGE.....

I,
Touching to the brim,
Raving up the fanaticism,
Cooling under the cream,
Is going to blend it on the rhythm!!!

SEE,
Piano being played to the dirge,
A scrooge helping for a trice,
Tabooing at a go the niche,
The world's gonna be allright!!!

THE WORLD,

Going being insane,
Ga-ga along the chip-n-dale,
Pretending as if it's slacken,
Is forging ahead again!!!

Hey all bloggers who's passing by this blog hang on for just a jiffy.While going through my studies i've gotten some real strange words,very difficult topronounce,but yet enough interesting to deal with.Anyways for me i find them quite captivating.So i just wanted to share it with u fellas.have a look at'em n cherish the verbosity..

TARRADIDDLE:something pretentiously nonsense,abracadabra,gibberish,balderdash,claptrap,blether,flibbertigibbet,brummagem etc.
CAMARILLA:a clique that seeks power usually through intrigue,junta,cabal etc.
BROUHAHA:an uproar.
TROGLODYTE:a cave dweller.
VALETUDINARIAN: a sick person,morbid.
JAMBOREE:a large boisterous party,bacchanal.
SALMAGUNDI:radicchio,fattousah,a salad or mixture of different food items.
QUIDNUNC:scuttlebutt,gossip or rumor.
GALLIMAUFRY:a collection containing variety of sorts of things,hodgepodge,potpourri etc.
NEBUCHADNEZZAR:a very large wine bottle.
TCHOTCHKE:a box used for keeping valuable things,whatchamacallit,bric-a-brac,smorsgasbord,bibelot etc.
BROBDIGNANIAN:gigantic.
DOPPELGANGER:a ghostly double.
BALUSTRADE:a staircase railing.
METHUSELLAH:very old person.
MOUCHARABY:a lattice worked balcony.
HORRIPILATION:goose bumps.
RAZZMATAZZ:a double talk,vimzing etc.
GUERDON:a respective reward or payment for what one has done,comeuppance etc.
DISHABILLE:the state of being carelessly or partially dressed.

Hope everybody's on the ground...Have a good time...

the other world..

Here i am...waking up a morning,walking around the garden can ever smell the serenity of the earth.After a long marathon of round about 22 years i am again stopped in a jiffy which is not affected of the earth rotation.The morning zephyr that's passing through is an harbinger proclaiming it's whisper to be cared about.Rather its not that tocsin which rings up each time in ours brain for a new cul-de-sac to be solved.Sometimes a blank mind is what we need desperately to be alive.It's been drizzling for ages.The shivering leaves of the teak trees is just standing for it's imprisoned silhouette.The halcyon around my home.....
A silent roar of the rain since an unknown predefined period is such complacent.Its an era of the conversation of the subatomic particles.Let them be without being spoken a single word.This world..the other world is meant for petering out the balderdashes i am into for such a long duration....And so on i am lost in one of the rain drops watering the plants again....

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CHEF D'OEUVRE

Decades ago while i was just into my schooling...Being
hell busy with my buddies in some bloody balderdashes
somebody superior mentioned the talents that were sparking
on everybody's eye sclera..Everywhere i went,this talents had become a matter of
discussion.And in the end of the day while rendezvousing
with some relatives somebody again started the same
thing.That's been discussed the whole day.Those had become
the CHEF D'OEUVRE over the day of some hectic schedules.

Life it teaches us all and those ilk which
remains ever numb it makes it dazzled..The aspects should
be the core thing what one is afraid of.cause it's been
waiting for a long turn on its side to be unravelled.SO What we are waiting for!!!

Let's achieve the prospect..put fight!!!!