While In-Transit

The way mind intercepts thoughts has always amazed me. Always shuffling, always refreshing trying to sync-in and (un)install. Our mind is not only agile but mobile. In short, its constantly at work. More like always in-tansit.

Ever thought of thoughts behind a thought. How a small trigger, weaves a memory. A memory no matter how vague will always hit an emotion. It can be a smile, a tear or just a glimpse of time passing by.

Ever caught yourself in a maze of such a reflection. The magic of being in-transit mode is you can delete or re-write. A moment when everything looks familiar and just like that you can relive, rejig or reset.

You can make a choice to always revive smiles & leave the scratches behind . In-transit, its fine to leave or forget something behind. :)

Rolling over

Tiny drops of wonder with a dash of breeze,

Rolled over, 

And fetched her those memories.

Her innocent rainbow eyes in awe,

Exuding countless emotions.

That scattered army of high-headed ants,

A disturbed symmetry of birds,

Those street bullies hounding shelter,

And many other train of thoughts.

Rolling over,

How much had she aged?

But still these rains

Bring back,

The girl by her bedside loving a drizzle,

That happy kid with a "Rainy day",

Tricking over to be HER again.

Those dewdrops were not from a winter twilight

But a flash borrowed from her childhood.

Its Untitled

Its a compilation of nothing.

There are many morals to many stories. Some without morals as well, which is applicable to everything today. As kids we are told the story of a the Shepard, thirsty crow, rabbit & tortoise and so on. We did think that these stories will sail us through . Ever did we know that someday all stories will merge together to change what we always thought. Now we are all ignorant, maybe its better like that.

This is Untitled. Random. 

"If at 35 yrs you are still poor , you deserve it." "113 Mn in India are jobless-Census"
"Mangalyaan, India set to make history" . "Happy Blore waving to NaMo" while
"Tiger kills man in Delhi zoo after silently watching him for 15 mins"
"Too many selfies on FB hurt relationships" ."OMG look at the cleavage" by TOI

Yes indeed today is full of contradictions. Unless we find some symmetry in our lives. 

Thesaurus says Untitled is incognito, unacknowledged, uncelebrated, undistinguished, unfamed, unnoted, unsung, unheard and unknown . That is what our lives have become. 

Look around, its just a pile of people running .
Indeed, a compilation of nothing. 

The Perfect Nothing

That day of nullity, sounds familiar?

Of course we all like to have some days when we just wish to think about nothing, keep the mind idle & blank. Like a spa for the brain.

That's pure bliss. Basically nothing to do with anything . When you look back there is a hint of guilt but then is'nt it worth it.

In our busy & buzzy world filled with bland colors , the whole hustle-bustle just keeps us occupied but we are actually just staring at changing dates on a Laptop/mobile screens because physical calenders are so passe. Making an irritating daily 'to do' list & there is that exhaustive feeling, always.Though you never can guess what that 10 hour a day work is worth..yes , besides some money in your bank account. You can consider yourself a moron if a beep in your phone on the 1st of every month gives you a kick?? 

Still , it is not something that defines you because it is not anything you identify with. You see an apple for 10 days, you might get used to it, same is with a Job or a chore. 

Its just a means to an end which is to use the spare time to have the Perfect Nothing days. 

Ironically , it should have been the opposite, but nonetheless. Duties and responsibilities can bog us down. The savior is a day off, not for just for your body but an official day off for your mind.  

Its all worth the while, sometimes when you look at yourself from the sidelines , smiling that its good to do nothing someday . A light, airy feeling gives you a day which is a 'perfect nothing'. No strings pulling you down, no worries tumbling over your head & no hurries to reach a place where you never wanted to be... just your time under the sun, only you . Forget not , live a perfect day doing nothing.  

The Fall

Just sitting there in her room her eyes were fixed on someone

Was she hallucinating?

She saw a pretty woman almost gone half crazy & sobbing

There in a corner which was dimly lit 

 With her hazy vision, She saw a silhouette covered in helpless cries

“Why this plight, look at me” she pleaded, while gazing towards that corner

Her words did not seem to create any stir

The corner seemed too distant, “Can I reach her?”

She sprung up from her chair & got restless

Tried hard to get to her, the shapeless silhouette took form

She could identify those sobs , the darkness & color of that emotion

The dullness which engulfs and consumes us

Alas. A mirror never lies.

She could see her, Herself.

Life hadn’t been as easy for her

Some wrong turns and it led to a cliff at the edge of a sea

Alone and not in a beloved company.

A convincing moment where its not a weakness to let go

But it’s the strength to not hold on

Just right there, she is here everyday, each moment.

She wasn’t as strong then but could she stop today

Stop herself from not falling, what was at stake?

Today there was nothing .

Incessantly she had been searching for herself

In a flash, she had completely lost herself

Untied now, Slipping away

It was a free fall, her final fall

PS- No reason can ever justify giving up your own life. It is a fall. 

If all life was a Fairy Tale

Once upon a time...happily ever after.

If all life was a Fairy Tale , we would slog at workplace and get a Magic broom/ treasure the next day. 

Ever wondered how different life could have been had there been our fairy tale where we are the happily ever after with smiles in a chariot hiding away behind the heavenly clouds. Whooosh..just in dreams.

We are all a part of a Wonderland , its just we are not The Alice of it. We get into troubles and struggle but have to be our own hero, our own sole savior. The more heroic ones, are the more famous ones today.

We all can make our fair-y world but today it all comes at a cost. At the cost of mental health and happiness Something common to all magical tales was BELIEF- an undying faith of triumph of good over evil. Of course, the tragedy is both these terms "good" & "evil" have become supremely subjective.

However the magic is self belief and it does wonders. The famous rabbit & tortoise story, we know a third person narrative of it. What was the tortoise thinking??In tortoise's head it would have been just pure intent of being better than what he can be. It would have been to challenge the expected & raise the bar. It was apparently challenging what he thought his potential was.

We can create our perfect worlds, fight all odds without being evil or unjust with anyone, if and only if we are just trying to better ourselves than our yester-self. It is very easy to choose a convenient path to fulfill short term goals, but in the long run earnest intentions and efforts always reap positive results.

Life in a fairy tale and in today's life, is still all a game of choices. In those stories there was immense selflessness in the choices made, hence the outcomes were more like a miracle. Today, none of those miracles happen because all paths taken lead to a personal gain. Thus , there is wealth but no peace, there are smiles but no happiness. In everything there is a ME which is bigger than all relationships and all associations.

Miracles did happen then and even now, we just need to be worthy of it.

The Bubble Wrap

Ever opened something "Bubble Wrapped"

You can keep guessing what's behind the wraps. Transcending all barriers of region, religion & age everyone  starts to mentally unwrap the object placed in between their hands. None can stop guessing. Indeed mankind becomes truly ambidextrous right at that moment.

What's inside has the power to either zap you out or leave you grumbling. Nonetheless enthusiasm ceases not.

Just keep guessing till your fingers nimbly hover around the contour lines while bubbles make an unsettling sound.You can just get a hint of vague colors dampened by the shiny translucent surface. A bubble wrap is an aberration from traditionally wrapped gifts. Is'nt it something more? Its like a surprise freebie while you already have availed a discount. Its a boundary scored on a wide ball.

Then there is a joy of preserving the bubble wrap while looking at the object inside with absolute wonder. The gleaming eyes can hide even the disappointment if the gift is disliked however the joy of minimum damage to the pristine Bubble Wrap is extraordinary & unique. A whooper bumper feeling if its a heads up for the gift as well as its second skin. Now get on and burst the bubbles. Enjoy till it lasts. Unravel the life wrapped behind these bubbles.

There are many small air pockets wrapped which will give you that extra oxygen while you protect your fragile or strong self from many realities of life. Preserve happiness in such small moments & soon life will be full of insignificant wonderful experiences which will bring a smile always. The small nothings in life which add a tinge of surprise to each significant but mundane day.

My Bubble Wrap story ..wrapped up. Stay Bubbly.