Just thoughts...

The other side of the moon. The one which always stays hidden and away from our sight forever. The unseen and unobservered always matter. We have that tendency to judge. May be logical activities made our brains go haywire. The wirings have ended up a fuzy mess, making us behave in a deductive manner. We weigh, compare, we infer, till this point, its all fair and good. The thing that follows next is the real danger. We weigh, we compare, inferr and we conclude. This is where all humanity has ended up being a big loser. We conclude and hemce become judgemental. Judgemental remindse of the movie "English Vinglish". Such a plain one but the word lingers. Why don't we judge people. Thank God if it had stopped at that. We don't. We start creating mental images of people around us. We constantly project it to our poor brain. And this is how trouble brews. The mental image, we then react and interact with the person in question in the same way as of the mental image. The

           The Being Human tees worn day in and day out remind me of this very post title. Just being human is all it takes to be happy. Many a times the way or the path to bring up that smile is complicated and over rated. True it is that the journey is many a times more important the ultimate destination that awaits us. No one has ever come back to tell us the route they took. Some have prescribed the way they took, while some forced us into taking a predefined route towards being happy. Personally when does one feel 'happy'. Just being in the moment itself is being happy for me. In fact there sometimes exists no reason for being happy. This maniac laughter that boils within is pristine and needs a way out. At times its simply our own thoughts that hinder the laughter on its way. Just our thoughts. Aren't they important? The smallest of events unfolding out there behold a mystery, a joy  hidden right behind. All you need is the little inspiration to feel it. The bubbles

          When there is a time when you either don't have a keyboard or a net connection, its frustrating. To miss my blog. The thing that i missed. Keying in and writing those thoughts. Time has come to gather it all up these vacations. Thoughts on being back from first 5 months in a hostel. Something different. A totally vivid life back there. A different phase of life. Getting disconnected from the routine back there. A time of reconnection. The life in a hostel is something I could have never imagined. The first thing which strikes one's mind is sharing. Sharing a room with three other people. But it helps a lot when you are already familiar with them. A lot infact rather than complete strangers being around. The pre assumed missing home and other expected stuff never quite happens. Especially not in a melodramatic way. Though one can never neglect the feeling of being away from accustomed surroundings. An unfamiliar bed to tuck in. A completely different roof overhead. On

The friend, with no tags to bear along it, Simply being open and happy, my advisory kit ;) That huge smile, makes my day each time I see it, The long chatter and chatter adding bit by bit. Though it wasn't for long that it could be so, Things and memories of past breaking across the row. Times of sulking and fake anger stay still, Yet the happy moments rise up on the creaky mill. Friends don't need a common base to stand on, In fact its the uncommon that strings it along. Luck is what I had, to have you as a friend of mine, Seems so long back, as our friendship grows older as wine. To the world things may seem twisted all around, But its us that I know, how pure than the cleanest ground. Can never thank you enough ever for everything,  All I'll do is to try and be true and luck it will bring. Its so awesome to have a friend in you, This friendship will stay clear as the morning dew. In the end will ask just a thing for

Runnning at full speed with no bounds , Cutting through air, just rushing sounds. When you can see things happening all around, Everything is the same, the sun, the earth's still round The ways beckon you, but you pay no heed, In this very crowd, a simple word is all you need. Lost and muddled in a jumble of shouts, Answers, tough to find all left with doubts. The confusion grows thicker by time and space, The road becomes rougher and you lose the race. Yet we stumble, gather the broken pieces at once, The puzzle would never be complete may there set a million suns. Why would you be lost if there was never a sway, There wasn't a maze, just the horizon and a peeking ray. No fear of getting over the edge, or the crevice, Walk on, head held high, you ain't a cowardly speck of mice. Times arise when the one you thought as simply gazers, Are the ones who hold your hand to guide across many a razors. Everyone in this wide world is lost in his or her

Things dont even matter when you don't care, Why is it that even then you think to dare. No relation, no connection, no emotion yet sad, No fault, yet it feels futile, worse than being just mad. There wasn't a thing, not the smallest of links there, All was mere supposition on this silly part I swear. Why should it hurt when there was never a wound, No pain yet its bad enough going back around. Thinking is of no use some say, some say ignore, If only it was so easy you are all but called a bore. No one really cares for what you think of it, For all have their life to live playing the small bit. Your mind's a mess, a bad mess but why, Can't understand just as the wide blue sky. Why did the mind had the silly chocolate of hope, And when you see the empty wrapper you know its the end of the rope. The world is going on its way all the time and days, No one has got time for your chatter and meddling ways. The healing of an imaginary wound which

Dear God,          Hope this letter finds you in good health. Had debated quite a lot on whether to make this a formal or an informal one. But then decided on an informal letter. I do know that you are super busy. Thought that you might not even open my letter. Ha! but always keep trying they say. So this letter is nothing but what I wanted to say and I hope that you hear me out.        I do not know how you look, but you might be soo... old. I heard many say that it was you who made this world. You are the one who makes those tiny leaves sway or make my heart beat. You seem to be powerful. So many questions arise about you. There are so many things, I want to talk to you about. I'll limit myself though. Aren't you the one who made us so diverse. But God this diversity of yours is troubling us so much. It was so nice of you to make each one of us unique. Sadly though, we all here run the same race. All my friends are superb. Everybody has something unique. But even then we a

Confused, is the word for my mind right now, Thoughts swirl about yet do not settle don't know how. The person I haven't even talked to even smiled at, How can she take over all the space like a spoilt brat. Its just me sway, many a ones in the sway, At times it seems wise enough to keep thoughts away. But the smallest of glimpse or the liltest of thought, Unsettles, rattles, battles like a petal in a storm caught. Waste of time, distraction, are the phrases they use, All set aside yet the innocence of my thoughts a ruse? Why do they not understand, how it is to leave the ground, Fly about in the winds of love and have those words all around. Can't put it to words nor approach her, yet a hope stays, Wishing for that something to happen someday before we part ways. Beauty in the eyes of the looker, some say it is not, Rather not, but if it crosses the lines wars were fought. All just many a supposition and a silly proposition

  The crowd erupts in cheers as the runner crosses the finish line. The racer none other than the flying Sikh Milkha Singh. As the movie finishes with a cliche India vs Pakistan showdown, some thoughts run the laps of my mind. A race they say is either won or lost. Each one of us runs a race. The moment you take in the first whiff of Oxygen you are pushed of into a race. Everyone has their own hurdles on the way. There has been no one till date who hasn't stumbled at least once in this race of life. While we run this race there are laps when we walk hands in hands with our fellow brethren. Some laps where we simply sprint caring not a bit for the world. Some laps where we keep looking behind or even ahead at the front runner. But rarely do we find the one runner who runs his own race. Seldom are such people found in this race track.    We see many stumbling around this track of life because of their mistakes. Not an ounce of shame there. But sadly more than these many there ar

Cracking open the shell was quite a job for me  Pecking at it hard enough just the wide world to see And when the first ray of light hits out like a beam  I head out and step into the cosy nest easy it may seem Being fed by my mother when I was young and weak The mere wings and soft feathers were my home to speak  All was so hazy and lazy so don't quite remember it As I grew I could feel my wings raring to go bit by bit My mother egging me forward from the cliff to make the jump The first flight wobbly, scary, fairy and dreary with many a bump Looking down from the sky above Oh! it was really scary The wind under my wings pushing me ahead fun yet weary Time ran exploring the blue skies and chirping away Soon I had to leave my home for shelter night and day It was quite a task to find my lovely little soul mate But equal a joy it was when she and me went on a date Even those days slipped by and fast it was soon That I didn't  notice how I had lived

    The nature of light has been one of the most debated topics of the scientific community. Some call for its particle nature while some for its wave nature. But leaving the scientific face aside let us wear the mask of the lay for a while. There are innumerable myriad occurrings around us. One such thing that puzzles me is 'light'. What is life without this very phenomenon. Can you imagine living minus the sensation of this very light. For me it is excruciatingly impossible.      Even to think that I might have not had the sensation of light to my eyes is scary. Spare a silent thought for whom we call the 'blind'. A refined way to denote them is 'visually impaired '. But changing words hardly changes fact. The life they live. The steps they take. For us the opposite of light is dark. But for them what is dark? What do they actually see.? Is it completely blinding light or pitch black darkness? One wonders what is it exactly? Colours form such an integral par

           Emotions well up sometimes finding no outlet in your heart. At times there are so many things which we feel like expressing but can hardly do so. Thoughts are so damn powerful. In fact according to me thoughts are the most underrated things out there in this world. The importance they carry is undeniable. But sadly as many a times we do not realise the importance of our thoughts. This is the real cause of all our troubles. How aware we ought to be when we think is never said about. All we hear is getting preached about morally right behaviour and ethics. The only thing the gen z hates is getting preached around by posers.         But the only thing that we need to know is that our thoughts do matter a lot. sometimes I wonder what are thoughts. In fact a thought is the biggest mystery to mankind. When we think what is it that we actually do? As human beings we posses the mysterious ability to think. And we ought to learn how to use it to its fullest. Many may act as cynics t

               Life is a myriad notebook of uneven pages. Some pages scribbled over while some typed to perfection. Some pages worth preserving for a lifetime, while some to be torn off in the earliest. This very notebook of our lives is dearly loved by one and all. The saying that "No one is perfect" applies to all even to the one who coined the saying. If everyone or even anyone was supposed to be perfect, there would have been no colour to lives. We commit many a mistakes in our lifetime. Most of the times we do not even realise that we are committing a mistake. Who is it that decides that we have committed a mistake. Some supernatural body?                 No, not at all. Mistakes are relative. A fault for a person may be a oblation for the other. So there is no perfect definition for a mistake. On an average we do something wrong every day. Sometimes more than one thing a day. We do realise our folly at times, but there intervenes our conscious power. It always has rea

An impact a thought, word or an act makes Leaves a deep scar, to heal great effort it takes Not an easy job for a wound of the past to patch All good deeds go by but a single bad one our mind may catch The memories of helpful days are soon forgotten in time Why shouldn't those good things stay but a petty crime To err is human but to forgive they say is divine Find a fault of other is easy but couldn't be mine In fact its tough to say those two very straight and simple words 'Its okay' and even tougher to mean em from your heart of hearts Even the so called mythical golden heart of the fable  Is rarely strong enough to forget and forgive yet be able A grudge can be carried for generations to come along  It becomes an evil inheritance to the next for none their wrong Wasn't it a mere grudge of families that killed Romeo and his beloved  Wouldn't there be happily ever after had they thrown the grudge off their head Its a mighty task to e

                                       The florist dusted the counters. Again he had to discard the flowers. It was a tricky business. Everyday you had to keep the freshest of flowers, there could be no cheating over here. You could be caught easily. And the last few months had been terrible. No more was the business in full swing. Other than the odd customer all was in shambles. But he hadn't given up hope. The day was cloudy. Again not much of a day for business. But he was a bit happy today. Finally after a rigorous search he had found the exotic Iris flower. The one which was the envy of all florists. One of the best out there. He had displayed it on the topmost shelf. It occupied a position of honour in his shop. It was simply beautiful. He was not going to sell it all. No not for any price. Whatever may it be. He settled down for another dreary day. He propped himself on the cosy couch and settled for a lazy read of the magazine that lay on the table. It thundered outside

When the clouds gather and huddle, Sky darkens over the dainty cover, The small pit is now about to be a puddle, Thoughts spring about that imaginary lover. Whistles blown by the windy air, Rustling through leaves and heaves alike, Opening umbrellas and coats as a precautionary care, The feel of an upcoming event you might like. The flashes of light streak across the sky, And that sudden glow in the darkened lair, All eyes turn upwards appraising the high, It booms warning you step out only if you dare. The first drop catches the skin unawares, Bringing back from the reverie of dreams, The vendors, hawkers in haste gather their wares, Ha! lurking rain in the bowels of clouds breaks the seams.  All the quiet and silence disappears in a flash, As it starts squeaking, slashing over the rack, In no time it gains force pouring a dash, Run for shelter find it soon or get a smack. Darkness all around calls for thoughts of dread, Thinkers

                                      Why is it that we have so many things pulling us back, Some times we need to rethink our steps as many times until we crack Its true that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, Yet every trouble seems so huge and ends making us so damn tense Getting evaluated, rated or judged by some random standards, Always running  a race on weary legs begging so much to be free birds If only we could break away even for a while from the crowd, To take a very deep breath, deep indeed and then let it out real loud Time has its own pace, passing away so fast slipping as sand, Being mobbed, robbed or simply lobbed makes one fear to raise a hand Every one has to be measured by the same scale, I ask by whom? Shut out all your gifts for all you to is add to the already crowded room Dreams then remain the only out let for our vivid muses, Giving a free space to run amok doing something not just for uses But even am

               Tears rolled across her moist eyes. It was decided then. She took firm yet fragile steps towards the beach and the raving sea. The same beach where she used to relish as a kid. The same beach where she used to relish and rejoice as a kid. The same beach where she had fussed at the sea for scattering her sand castles. The naked feet and the sand beneath. It was all too familiar. The 'bhelvala' had packed up his stall and was on the move. It was almost twilight. The sun in the distance was a vibrant red. So bright yet not intense. This was the place, she had frequented the most as a child. Never before had this beach heard her sobs. The only tears she shed here were of pristine joy. But it was a different scenario today. Her brain was in a muddle. Her heart was in trouble. She had not lived up to the expectations. Everyone had expected a lot of her. The expectant smiles replayed in the theatre of her mind. The way the elder ones would be proud and the way the littl

               At times we read about newer discoveries in the stream of quantum physics. Sadly this word is being used very loosely nowadays. The relation between the actual existence of things is being made more and more complicated. Science has made man to refine sources of energy. Energy has been just in the reach of human intellect. And man has been trying to polish it and make it more exploitable. But at this juncture we forget that there is an avenue beyond energy and it is much more expansive. That avenue is the "vibrations". The vibrations are much more subtle than energy. As we have merely been acquainted with dual nature of particles. This is really a great thought been developed by De Broglie (properly pronounced as 'Dee Broye'). Particularly the wave part. This article is not on scientific terms, but I had to resort to them just for an introduction. The Human body is much more than it is seen by human eyes. It has a much more subtle layer around it. And

Don't change for the sake of somebody Polishing, relishing, frolicking your way Its a crime to force yourself for some Maddy Simply chuck it away ♪ Living to match the standards set out Running the rat race with drudgery overcoming what is only laid about Simply chuck it and clearly see ♪ Great men said great things for us  Get inspired but not blind Carve your own path drive your own bus Simply chuck the past behind ♪ At times when the devil of anger creeps Give it a vent to lose it all Jump high as you can but remember no one really weeps Simply chuck and let it fall ♪ No one is going to give you a medal for your pamper Neither for your branded styled jeans Criticism, take it in but not let it hamper Simply chuck those plans and use your means ♪ It is the mad ones who make it large So don't smother the sleeping maniac Let it grow big and break, push and barge Simply chuck off what's on the spoon-fed rack ♪ On your way to

                                     Jumping off a cliff into the sea of questions along the shore, Full of riddles, puzzles and doubts and many things a more The time when we used to be curious about the tiniest of things, Asking and pestering our parents about why don't we grow little wings When the shadow following us under the sun was a mystery book, And the fragrance of flowers was as tempting as the way it used to look The night time stars were mere shiny lamps glimmering all the way, And not balls of gases in the universe with fixed orbit paths and bright as may It was when respect was something which came right from our heart, And not to be preached on slide shows or using an underlined branded chart Relishing the melting ice cream cone, was a delight we awaited for, Statuses, instagrams and snapshots never mattered than Ray and his drigger Cartoons gave us a new world to live in, exploring our vast mind, It was simply the sweetest smil

                                             The dented goods train chugged out of the old station. The station wore a sordidly empty look. A lonely gas lamp spilled musty light around it. The platform guard made his way back to the shambles called as his railway office. The station 'Ciborna' had been somehow forgotten. The arthritis in his weakened knees kicked in. He let out a sigh and sat on the platform chair, made of solid stone. The guard set the lamp on the floor and dimmed it. The days had gone by. The time when Ciborna was a hub of activity. The hustle bustle of the porters and the screams of the vendors had died out. The hurrying passengers had forgotten Ciborna too.            The damned new express train bypassed Ciborna running straight through the mountain, which once used to be encircled by the trains going via Ciborna. There was nothing majestic about Ciborna. But yes it was a respite for the train drivers. The drivers would get off the train here for a cup  

          The earth which is supposed to be a planet which has been blessed by the gift of life. It is billions of years old. The life of any individual is enormously insignificant in the book of earth's history. Many civilisations int the history of past 4000 years came and left their mark. Their  physical remains, went into oblivion. Yet even to this day the culture, the thoughts of many great civilisations breathe among us. There are numerous such cultures which at times got differentiated and at times integrated to form a amalgam of cultures. It is  overwhelming to take a note of every geographically defined culture. Our present day activities are nothing but a highly refined(or are they?) version of our ancestors. Any culture has some prominent ethics which perpetuate in the followers of of that particular culture. In fact no individual or even a community, ever creates a culture consciously. It is an automated process, which neither has a zenith nor a nadir. Every culture veh

The brain they say should be sharp and alert Forever and ever on your guard You should always be on your toes though deep in dirt But are these things so easy to ward They expect you to seem lithe and confident Ready to solve the latest puzzle But all the smothered steam hardly finds a vent To escape out, to tear the binding muzzle For me the surroundings seem so in a hurry  I need to match my pace with the big Ben All strive day and night heart on sleeves, mind in worry As the reel rolls by you start your walk towards the den The people make one so conscious about my bearings The etiquette, the manners all a play And the underlying mischief and subtle swearings  Yet God bless em all is what I say. Believe me if you will with your heartiest smile For all this is an art to live a day Be thankful that fog covers the naked truth for a while But if you wish you could make it sway Does it matter if a person thinks wrong about me It shou

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