Just thoughts...

     Her sight was divine. As he stood there transfixed the wind blew all around him. Tugging at his senses threatening to tear him from the pages of this dimension. The world around was all but a fickle in the dynamics of his unstable mind. The disarray in his brain was evident. 'Nervousness' should have been the least of his worries right now. How senseless the world seemed to reel and run, not coming for the subtle nuances of being stuck in a moment. Her bicycle stood tenderly propped beside her gently held. A moment where nothing matters. Moments which led to this moment were equally essential. She stood as innocent as ever. But then appearances were meant to be deceptive.    It was so very easy to talk without apprehensions which such moments brought upon him. To open up to her and at times divulge more than what was meant to be. As she traced her fingers through her hair, subtly being gorgeous tucking them behind, he knew he was done in for once and for ...

              The day when your news feed crops up chocolate brands  and videos on the pristine bond of a brother and a sister. The hostel is abuzz with a range of emotions. Some pestering the guard for not notifying them about the postman's visit while some locked in their rooms for the fear of being 'bhai'-zoned. The times when you read a nostalgic post and hear dreamy conversations over the phone. Its wonderful to hear of anecdotes your friends have to share about this very relation. Those well-made videos make you a bit weep on the inside. For its a different day for ones not having had their share of childhood fun with their own sisters. A day when perhaps you are reminded of the blank space against the sibling field. This is post is not to be moppy on this day, but a post of gratitude for those who never let you feel alone on this day.                For those who give you means to brag over the n...

All eyes stare blank and hard, Efforts just to decorate life in a shard. Taking care not to cross paths drawn, Blurry eyes shunned, stifled many a yawn. Square boundaries drawn in union here, Break neck speed and competing with a leer. Circles of society to enter against will, Clashes and alliances become a dreary drill. Decisions made in the blink of an eye, Words but futile hurled, for want of a try. Safe and secure your next day ought to be, Farces valued and not the dreams you often see. Shepherded over the hill of mediocrity, Discarded in ruins below lie the genuinely witty. And through these ashes rise the worthy few, Climbing, trekking the slopes waiting to start anew. Life's more subtle perhaps than some make, Live through the downs and the ups are then to take.

    A state where nobody wishes to be. All fuzzy and dizzy. A time where you are required to decide. To decide what you need to do with life. Life gives you a plethora of options. A string of roads lay wide open ahead of you. Ones walking along leave you at crossroads and keep walking on ways of their own. Every road with its own perks and pitfalls. Tempted to follow any one of the horde down any one of those paths, you stay back. The 'society' expects you decide added to the pressure your brain imposes, imperceptible yet relevant.              How do you decide? Confused and a tinge of nervous fear is how you could be described as. Assumptions and baseless predictions on each of the crossroads add to the furore. Lazing away and not daring to take risks and think beyond the realms of predefined pastures of being successful. One of the paths tugs deeply at your heart. Calling you, but most risky of all. Requiring you to abandon all ...

   Isn't it a bit cruel? The truth at times seems to hit hard home. Some things are better kept untouched . But then is ignore pure bliss? The unconscious contentment that lies buried in not knowing the entire situation is quite evident. Life goes on, they say. It doesn't wait for you. To ponder and try to analyse, is perhaps a waste. If only things could be as you willed them to be. Yes, agreed that they do ultimately are as you will them to be. But then not every moment is pleasing for the heart. Somewhere your instincts tell you to stay away from going down a particular path. They try to save you, shield you from potential heartache. Sadly it's only through self-realisation that one learns. It's tough when you pour all your thoughts and emotions for a cause which shall never be. One could crib and be morose about it all the time and in the process. The world seems a bit on the dopey side, yet life goes on. These are the low times perhaps. There comes a time when o...

        The tune of the flute was enticing. She could feel it beckoning her. The quiet melody tugging at her senses. Tempting them to break down. She had to let go, free from the daily nuances of life. The hectic schedule, college, classes, peer pressure and the pressure to excel everywhere. It was daunting at times. The often over hyped college life was worth the wait. It was fun but with its own demands. Friends, the so called friends, the way you had to be sure and carry yourself at all times, the facade was tiring. It was time to let go. The melody was letting her do the same. For once to stop thinking of false pretenses and be her real self. The flute made its way over the chaos of the city. The constant honking and hawking of the busy city was nothing new. But amidst this chaos was the one striking tune that came in clear and sharp. She made her way following the melody, her ears were there to lead on. Somewhere she was aware of the classes she had to attend, ...

      The monotonous rut of the daily routine had been broken. The often trodden path seemed unfamiliar to him. The lowly life of a labourer was now insignificant. He would now return to the land he belonged to. All had chosen to stay  behind and remain a part of this lowly life. He had dared to break free. It was scary even at his age to find a way to the bus stop. The one which was his very own key to freedom. The bus stop was deserted, but for a hawker or so. In the distance he heard of the familiar rumble of the bus, which graced the town once a week. Every week he would simply stare at it, just wishing to break free and catch the ride. It had taken him quite long to muster the false courage, he had tucked in somewhere deep to make the decision finally. The bus came to a halt in front of him. He had it all chalked out to finest detail, after all he had been planning for this all his life. He picked up his ragged bundle of belongings and clambered up the rickety ...