The Walks Of Life

A long walk in the beach made me realize the different moods of the sea. At a certain phase the waves were so nice as it was simply wetting my feet and calmly going back to the womb of the sea. The breeze from the face of the sea was a soothing effect to my mind as well as my soul. I thought of a poem by Sarojini Naidu, 'Coromandel Fishers' (http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coromandel-fishers/).

Slowly the breeze turned to a wind making the waves play to its tunes taking them a little more higher. The waters rushing in was not only wetting my feet, but my legs too. The water going back to the sea didn't have the energy to push me down or pull me into the waters. The feel of wind in my face had my thoughts diverted out to the waves whose count was steadily increasing.

The wind no more intended to quiet down, but started bringing in huge waves. My loved ones joined me and the fun increased as we started tumbling on each other and falling into water yet we are firmly on the ground and not slipping into the deep waters. We were bathed in the salty waters and the sunset leaving us laughing and playing and pulling and pushing each other. This simply reminded me the childhood days...:-)

I returned back to my refuge but there is yet another face of sea that I didn't see but I am well aware of it. The rough sea which certainly leaves everything in shatters. It makes the fishermen, the people living on the coast, the admirers of the Sea Lady etc. move out from the proximity of its anger. The sea no longer cares about the limits assigned to it. Tsunami is the worst , the sea can give destruction from its side.

In the twilight, the walk reminded me the Chapters of Life. The ups and downs of life... a simple roller coaster ride. When the circle of life is seen, the ups and downs are simply to balance the life for a straight line. At a point the sea meets the sky from where the sun arises the next day or the sun has just set in today. Life is indeed beautiful!!!!!!

A Lifetime of Togetherness

The rose never knew the pain
The thorn was undergoing.
The thorn knew it had to suffer
If it to keep the rose safe.

The rose dazzled in the sun
The dew on petals was equally tantalizing.
The thorn was so proud of itself
That it was guarding such a beautiful creation.

Both did experience very bad times
Few plucking hands, few eating mouths,
But both survived all the trials
And they were standing out among the lot.

Pain the thorn was going thru’
How hurting it is when others are hurt
And the hurt is because of oneself
But it couldn’t be help too.

But the dusk was not pleasant as the dawn
Both felt the journey being together is gonna end.
The evening took its toll on the pair
The gardener pruned the branch off.

The rose felt everything ended,
The thorn felt it hadn’t fulfilled its purpose.
But then the evening looked most glamorous
Both were neatly snuggled in a bride's bouquet.

One Hour of my Life

My roomy Paru woke me up telling she is got a very bad pain in her hand and her thumb finger had swelled up like a balloon …I saw she was in tears…a little flashback… she had hit her hand somewhere strongly around 3 days before … she treated the pain with some ointment which indeed gave some relief but which corporate life is heard to make your life better? Something similar happened to my roomy P at 2:30 am in the night. My other roomy Sandy too woke up by this time and we both are looking at her helplessly. We dint have any painkillers, no relief creams or sprays. We decided we go to the nearest hospital or pharmacy to get help for her.

We three, I, Paru and Sandy together set out for night venture taking enough cash to buy the drugs. We talked to our hostel keeper and he happily opened the gates for us and in the same state went to sleep. We stared at each other and went on our way in search of our goal for the night. Hardly 10 steps later, there were 2 dogs following us…aahhh that was enough to send the shivers down our spines… We were moving as if one body is moving but no open pharmacy in sight. The roads that seemed so familiar all of a sudden turned into paths to dungeons. Not a living soul in sight except the canine species. Paru and Sandy asked me to call some one who stays at Madhapur… At that time we came to our great realization that none of us had the moving landline.. haaa this creamed our scare of the night... After sometime the dogs stopped following us as we heard a hen getting sacrificed by them.

At last there was a restaurant open and we immediately turned to the steps of the same and asked for the help from the resto-guard. After some reluctance, he agreed to help us. A genuine fellow, dint ask anything. We immediately moved to the Apollo pharmacy near the petrol bunk and asked for the medicines. After procuring the same, we were so happy that the night expedition had ended but I think night had some more in store for us. 6 police men in 3 bikes approached us and asked us the reason for our being outside. We explained part by part to them and fortunately they believed our real-life situation (story ;)) and let us go on our way. The minute needle of the clock had already turned one whole round.

Safely inside the four walls of our room at 3:30 am, we got a great feeling that we got back our lives from more-than death. I looked towards the heavens and thanked my God Almighty for keeping us safe and sound. Morning dint show any sign of the night’s journey as it only seemed to be a very bad nightmare. But the drugs in P hands showed us that the night indeed was a reality…one more thrilling page to the chapter Hostel life in the book of my life in Hyderabad.

P.S. No imagination included here…everything happened in reality…

A Nostalgic Poem

Though it has been years leaving the school, there are times I remember those benches, the playgrounds, the laughs, the fights, the lunch hrs etc etc etc. The list just goes on.

One particular thing I remember is a poem from the 4th Std Hindi text, Hum Panchi Unmukt Gagan Ke. We were asked to by heart this poem and repeat it in the next class. So as told we obeyed. Teacher explained the meaning of the poem in the view of a bird. How a free bird is seeking for the freedom though its in a golden cage. The poem was learnt, by-hearted and forgotten.

But passing through years when I remember this poem I still am able to recall the lines with out any errors. But the meaning of the poem has changed from what was explained to us in the class rooms. My teacher knew that some day the real meaning of the poem will be understood by the children who learnt it and who remember the same. Today as I relax and think, its true. Many times I think, though the responsibilities are nice and the joy given by the same is good still some where down the heart I wish for a fly in the open sky. The little is better with joy than be surrounded by more of unhealthy competition. Don’t wanna go into much depth of the meanings. I just paste the copy of the poem in this blog for a change:

Hum panchi unmukt gagan ke,
Pinjar bandh na gaa payenge,
Kanak teeliyon se takrakar,
Pulkit pankh toot jayenge

Hum behta jal peene wale,
Mar jayenge bhooke pyase,
Kahin bhali hai katuk nimbori,
Kanak katori ki maida se

Svarn Shrankhla ke bandhan mein,
Apni gati udaan sab bhoole,
Bas sapno mein dekh rahe hain,
Taru ki phungi, par ke jhoole

Aise the armaan ki udte,
Neel gagan ki seema paane,
Laal kiran si chonch khol,
Chugte tarak, anaar ke daane

Hoti seema heen shithij se,
Inn pankho ki hoda hodi,
Yha tho shithij milan ban jata,
Yha tanti sanso ki dori

Need na do, chahe thehani ka,
Aashray chhinn-bhhinn kar dalo,
lekin pankh diye hain tho,
Aakul udaan mein vighn na daalo

By ShivMangal Singh Suman

Indeed a nostalgic poem......

The Great Indian Dream

The mascara to hide the lines of an aging face
The thinned tarred road to cover the pot-holes
The bundle of Roses to hide the number of late hours
The chocolates to make up the lost time with a child

How long will the mankind do to cover its mistakes from each other? An easy compensation to curtain the mistakes or short comings or a cover-up for the faults committed for the selfish gains. These provide a temporary relief to the person accepting the same but in a long haul the texture of the same is lost.

As the lines go, these are like building a glass house which ultimately will break down and everything will lie bare and naked. Man should learn from his mistakes...this line has just become an old saying which sounds good in the books. Time and again he does the same mistake thinking that at least one time he shall surely get for what he had been committing these mistakes. But alas, he still stands in the same position with no difference but more guilt and sorry for himself.

The rains come and wash the mascara off to show the lines that were the years wasted achieving the momentary happiness. The roads are still bumpy, which was tarred for a jolly good ride, but the ride is not smooth as it was suppose to be. His own child has grown fast enough for not understanding the momentary happiness which he has gathered over years. The reality will finally sink and will crush the man and he will wake up the world of loneliness......

A Journey with A Story

I was running late for the train from Kacheguda. I was 20 minutes away from the station and the auto, I was travelling in, was struck in the traffic jam. On arriving on the platform 1, I realised the train had started rolling out of platform 3. I rushed for the train, asking a coolie to help me with my luggage. I ran and got into the train but my luggage was not as fast as me. The coolie person shouted out to me to pull the chain. Ah, a dream come true, from years of travelling, fancying the pulling of chain, at last it getting fulfilled. I religiously pulled the chain and the train screeches it selves to stop. My luggage in, I start racking my brains what should I tell when questioned. 5 officials, 3 in uniform n 2 plain clothed, appeared and there was a dog along too. One of them, a large one with a big moustache asks the million dollar question, “Eyavaru chain pull chesaru??”
Suddenly I found myself in a limelight position with everybody pointing their fingers to me... Heavens, for a moment I thought did I pull the chain of the train or did I commit a murder. After a short interrogation, I was relieved that I dint have to pay the fine as I stated a very lame excuse by presently it strongly.

Thus the journey to my home had become even more beautiful...

Deepti, thanks for telling your experience. Thank heavens I am not the actor of the above explained scenario...

One Blood-Bathed Morning

What a bright day!! I am on the streets and very few people on the roads ... An unusual sight on a weekday around 9 in the morning ...I am having a very beautiful time as if I am gliding through the streets ...My whole body is relaxed ... The headache which was tearing my head apart early this morning has magically disappeared... There is someone massaging my hands and legs and oil massage to my head... What a pleasant time I am having...

Ahh!! My thoughts rush back to those days when mom used to rush behind me to give me an oil bath... the whole body and my hairs and scalp smeared with hot but pleasant smelling coconut and sesame seed oil and used to feel sleepy at that time exactly like I m feeling now...

Away from home I was just wondering how am I experiencing this beautiful time and that too on streets... but I let myself sink into this phenomena as I know I would be dreaming like I have been doing past few days. Like getting a job in the dream company which is near to my home, going on a long drive on the bike which I am crazy about with a group of old college friends, doing a bungee jumping which gives me a feeling of a free bird...

But what’s happening??? All my good-for-me feelings are wearing out and there is a ripping pain on my back and am unable to feel my limbs...the oil is flowing onto my face... then I tasting blood in my mouth... Oh my gosh!!! That’s was a good dream of a nice oil bath but this should be another dream... But no I am feeling the pain... and suddenly its no more a quiet street but people are indeed bustling around and there are set of people around me... I realized there is something wrong with me... I try to sit up and there is another jolting pain across my head...

There is indeed blood in my mouth and it’s the blood that’s flowing across my head which I mistook for oil... I have met with an accident... I went to get my breakfast from a nearby hotel. There was a rashly driven auto coming at full speed. I had tried to avoid him and then I don’t remember anything. I tried screaming now but it came out as a gurgle and died out in the throat.

I tried screaming out once again and this time there was no stop of the voice … it came out full-fledged. I was screaming with my full energy and I could feel the fresh pain on the shin of my leg. One of my room mates was kicking me and pouring water in order to wake me for all the mess I was doing during my sleep. Then I realized I was in my room lying on my bed on a lazy Saturday morning. This much for a weekend… no more of going back to sleep… thanking Almighty I got up to see the midday sun already on my head………