Thursday, 30 June 2016

Short take


   As the leaf gently parts its way from the branch that once held it close. The subtle crack heard only by the most patient of listeners as the leaf sways over the breeze, the breeze carrying it away, cushioning its fall towards the ground. The branch above staring in helpless agony as the leaf dwindles below from its sight. With the minutest of thuds the leaf settles down on the mud below. The wind threatening to take it further away. The sun above shines on the green of the leaf soon to fade away. The little birds hopping around chirruping their daily song fade away. Swooping downwards, the silent mourn of the branch. To let go of the leaf it once held close and dear. Forever slumped in its memory.. Gradually the leaf's no more than a smudge in the mud. Nothingness now. The branch seeing it fade away into the soil below. Clouds blow past. Seasons turn and then one day the branch feels it. The little nudge from within. A soft touch prodding. The tiniest of nodes peeking out. The beginnings of a new leaf. It's a circle that is followed.. 

Thursday, 23 June 2016

5 things for a happier day..

   Every moment that we breathe time goes on by its flow. The river of time on its way never retracing its path. So why not live out one day at a time being the thing we can be best at. Being Happy.

1.The first thought..
     The moment you wake up. The very first hours of your day make a huge difference on determining your mood and consequently your actions and reactions for the day. So chuck the smart phone lying beside your table. For a second let that impulse pass to check up whatsapp or the facebook feed. Just sit up on your bed and think of a thing that makes you happy. It could be what the day has in store for you or it could be a dinner or anything that makes you happy. This trivial step kickstarts the day with a dash of happiness and the flavour lingers on your day.

2.Move those muscles..
    It takes loads of will to do this. Exercise. May seem unrelated in the context of happiness. But set aside a time for your body. For you get just one of these with no 20 year replacement policy. The onus is on you to look, feel and be fit. Half an hour to 45 minutes of exercise in addition to releasing the endorphins makes you feel good about yourself. Makes you feel better about the body you are in. Adds to your personality and lets you carry yourself with a comfortable gait.

3.Stay quiet for a while..
    Call it meditation call it what you may. But it isn't remotely religious. Spare some time to sit down in a place where it's just you and your mind. Close your eyes if it works for you. Don't complicate things with the literature you will find on the Internet. Just sit a while and relax. Away from the myriad attachments of the life you live and pay attention to the rhythm of your breaths. The endless pattern of the air flowing through your lungs. Adding this activity to your daily activities calms you down and goes a long way in helping you think clearly.

4.One thing at a time..
  There are lot many things competing for attention in your life. The next assignment, the next salary, your career prospects, your friend calling you up, the laundry you have been meaning to do.. The list is endless. Pause and realise the fact.. You anyway have to complete the tasks your mind has set itself to so why not do them in a better focused manner. The word focus itself points to paying attention to one thing at a time. Chalk out your priorities and go head on with tackling one task at a time. This reduces your anxiety and helps you be more productive at what you do. Because you wouldn't want to be the proverbial jack of none while trying to handle everything, but master things gradually.

5.Behave the way you wish to be treated as..
  You love to be treated with respect send out respect to every individual you come across. That's how simple it is. Its presumptuous to expect people to treat you impartially when you have an entrenched bias for some. The reactions you receive from the world around you are nothing but magnified reflections of what you do. So the words you utter, the smallest of actions be aware of them. Why not try and let them all be amazing. Take it up as a challenge to be good and genuine to all those around you ignoring what they have been to you. And wait and watch to see your every passing moment become brighter,.. Become happier..

Easier said than done, but rather start with something than none..

Sunday, 19 June 2016


          "Did you hear this ____ about this ___?". Fill in these blanks with any random person and any random activity. Add a pinch of salt and here is how a rumour is born. There's a source and the receiver. All of us have been at the either end of this heinous flow. Just another word passed on. At times unknowingly. We are blissfully unaware of the repercussions those words will have. There are the proponents of the ideal pathway of not caring about them. And yes for sure it is the right way out of this jumble of stories flying around you. To tune out the noise and the unwanted appendages to this already bulky bag of thoughts. But you pause and you ponder and give a thought about how you yourself can be a part of a process which may affect a person and perhaps even hurt him or her in the long run. Words posses power and you wield them to your purposes. To realise the fact that any word, any adjective however innocently may you add to a person may end up being interpreted in a wrong way. More often than not the intentions are never to scar a person or devastate the person in question. It is just what gets let out while we are deep in conversation. However innocent may the intentions be, they meet there mark. Just as an arrow from a bow follows its set trajectory to hit the mark no matter the what the intention the archer has. The damage is done.
   The moment you realise that you posses a power to make a change with the words you utter, is the very moment you realise how harsh can rumours be to the receiver. At times its just a remark without knowing the entire situation at hand. But the remark lingers and festers into a wound which some never recove from. The impact of the words we utter reach far and wide. They penetrate beyond the limitations of the mundane physical boundaries. They persist and affect every passing thing they touch. The intentions then no longer count. Its simply never underlined enough that think and give it a thought before you speak out something about someone. Our words more often than not about the person are a manifestation our own rooted prejudice and a quick reaction to the momentary calculations our brain makes. These volatile thoughts turn up sprinkled in our words and we create and spread around a rumour unknowingly. This then spreads around like wildfire and entrenches itself in the very circles we live in. The harmless intention withers away and a long lasting aftermath is left in place. 
  The other half of the story which remains hidden to you is what matters. The life which the person leads is never our businesses. We haven't been over the other side and reached out. To know how it is to be the person and live in the circumstances the person is in. It's truly said that, it is the circumstances that end up making and shaping a major part of how a person is. So it's a gigantic assumption we make and go about adding life to a rumour. The job's done and you forget about it. But for the person it could end up being a stigma or a label being attached to him or her for years to come. It's easy said than done. To ponder and then speak up. But it goes on to make a huge difference for some person. So the next time we use the above cliché  let's just for a second take a pause and think whether we are aware of what we are about to utter. Trust this, that it is all but a small step towards creating a huge difference .. towards making this circle of lives around us a happier place with our presence . Have an amazing day.. 

Saturday, 4 June 2016

The Wind - Their Story

       The day was going on at the monotonous pace as usual. The daily shifts from dawn to dusk with their fixed little moments of so rehearsed by now that it took no more of an conscious effort to even try to actually be there when he trudged on. The seconds rolled on into minutes and finally the hours ticked away on the huge wall clock that would mark his freedom for the day. The siren rang sharp and long and quenched his strained ears with the sound more pleasant than the sweetest melody. He could have broken a million records for speed as he packed up his satchel and ran towards the exit. Today would still be the same. But these were the minutes he waited for all day. The evening walk back home. The familiar breeze made all the weariness vanish in a jiffy. The wind caught its pace and blew through his set up hair messing them in the way he loved them to be.There was his corner rock awaiting him as usual. This was one routine he never detested. The wind was playing its own game of peekaboo with the rustling leaves of the tree that stood alone over the rock by the road. It was an oddity in this world of shimmering plexiglass and the concrete mausoleum of living automatons. A stark contrast of stability in this sea of forever rushing masses. That is why he liked it maybe. He propped his satchel by his side and sat down.

       Cars queued away their endless sojourn towards destinations unknown to him. The hundreds and thousands who moved on around him with their own baggage. A satchel just like him but they carried more. The weight of all that mattered. Instalments, mortgages and the paraphernalia they had surrounded themselves with to lead on with their acts in the play aptly designed for them. They played their roles to perfection with a grudging agreement to the whims of the ones who managed them. The reluctance faded away as time went by. He sat on the rock. The rough granite was familiar and soothing. He was at ease. More than he could ever be on the sleek cushioned furniture he had access to. The tree smoothed out is furrowed brow with the melody of the swaying branches. The day would end but this was his kingdom. This little rock was where he reconnected and recharged. He got out his mini sketch book and let his pencil meander on the textured realms of his world. 
      It was quite some time before the page was a collage of random scribblings. A lamp post here, a building facade there but nothing that would make him close it up hop back on to his way home. He turned the page to a fresh one and sat there chewing up on the pencil he held twiddling in his fingers. A gust of wind hit him hard in the face. Momentarily bringing him back to his senses as he looked around. There she was in the distance. The wind still playful messed up with his hair more and hushed away all the traffic around. He could no longer hear the honkers honking away at their wheels, Nor could he smell the incessant smoke in the air. It was just her in the distance. The pencil sketched away as if it had a life of its own. She stood there waiting for the bus maybe... While he sketched away. The lone strand of her hair gently falling over the contour of her face.. The lips that curved inherently upwards.. The breeze every moment tickling her locks and them swaying atone to the melody that worked its way all around. The high cheeks with a a little flush of the evening as the orange sun added to it. And among them all his pencil strove to capture the one thing which had caught his attention all the while.. Her eyes... Even from his distance he could sense them speaking out.. Full of pain.. How could it be? Such a beautiful lady and yet the pain...... And just as he revised his last stroke he saw her cab arrive... She got in and he realised that it could just be the time when he would ever get to see her. But as he got up to intercede her.. he knew it was late as the cab pulled away.. He saw her recede in the distance forever.. How could it be.. It was just a sight .. Seeing her for the first and now maybe the last time..... He made his way back to his rock.. Looking away into the distance....He would never see her... 
       The wind making its way.. as the pages of his sketch book fluttered by... And there she lay on every of all the pages yellowed by now..... Sketched the same way.... over and over again... every day..........Somewhere far away in a cab she wiped away her tears....  The doctor had told her to give up... He would live the same day.. for his years to come..... There was nothing they could do for him.. yet she had asked her was there a chance... The doctor had grudgingly replied a remote possibility if he was provided with the same events that unfolded the day he was reliving.. He just might come back... That was all she required.... As the cab came to a shop she opened her purse for the change.. And as she got it out.. There lay the crumpled piece of paper.. She opened it up.. And there she was.. It had come flying up to her with the breeze around.. .. His sketch of her..  The breeze.. was what had brought him to her... And she would not give up.. For she knew.. The breeze would bring him back one day....