Saturday, October 27, 2012

In Search of The Past Days-10

Although Rahul  had  not  caught  up  on  much  sleep  because  of  his  excitement  to  see  Neha  the  following  day,still he  was  lazying  around  till  the  time  the  sound  of  the  alarm  brought  him  back  from  his  world  of  fantasies...he  quickly  searched  for  it  near  the  bed side and switched it off and with  his  eyes  still closed... he thought  of  grabbing  onto  a  last  2  minute  nap  but  just  then  the  thought that  neha  would  be  waiting  for him  came  to his  mind  n  there  n then  he  quickly jumped  out  of  the  bed  n  headed  straight  towards  the  washroom ...

He was  out  in flat  10  minutes  after  taking  a  shower... he quickly pulled  out  the  red  shirt  Neha  had  gifted  him  on  his  last  birthday ,from  the  closet..teamed it up  with a pair of blue  jeans..n there  he  was  ready..just  the  way  Neha like him to be..he  sprayed  her  favorite  perfume n taking  the  keys  of  the  car  he  dashed  out  of  the  house..strange  it  was, besides  being  before  his  eyes  every  minute  that  he  spent  in  the  house  Neha was  invisible  to  him  and  today  even  in  her  absence  Rahul  was  behaving  like  she  had  an  eye  on  everything  he  was  doing  but  still  he  sneaked  out  without  breakfast..something  that  Neha  was  very  particular  about.
On  his  way  to  meet  Neha  he  tuned  in the  radio n  it was  like each  n  every  song  was  just played  for  him..dramatising  his  situation..he  could  picture  himself  with  neha  in  all  the  songs...quite  filmy  na...but  then  who  says  love  is  about  making  sense  all the  in fact  liberates  you  of  everything..n  here  was  it  all up  the  second time  but  thankfully  the  woman  was  the  same.

On  the  other  hand  Neha  was  actually  getting  ready...after  months...she  dint even  remember  when  was  the  last  time..she  dressed  up..properly...when  did  she  do  make  up...when  did  she  admire  herself  in  the  mirror...and  why  would  she...because  the  eyes that  made  her  feel  beautiful  had  no time  to  stop  at  her...the  words  of  praise  that  used  to  make  up  her  days..were  lost  in  the  clatter  of life and  off course  then  her  deteriorating  health  took  a toil  on  her ...But  today  was  a  different  day..she  was  dressed  in  a  beautiful  pink  salwar  kammez...  

She was there right  before  the  mirror...combing  her  first she  put it  up  in  a  bun..but  then  loosened  it  down..just  the  way  Rahul  liked  it...after  days...there  was  a  shine  in  her  eyes..which  appeared all the  more mesmerising  once  they  were outlined  with  kohl  n the  liner..then came  the  lip  gloss  followed  by  the  blush on...she  then  stood  up n  thinking  of  rahul and  took  out  some  bangles  out  of  her  bangle  box...Neha  had  a  sparkling  collection  of  bangles...because  Rahull loved  the  sight n sound  of  her  bangles  n she  herself  had  a  fetish  for  them...after  accessorizing herself...she  picked  up  her  dupatta  n  just  when  she  was  about  to  settle  it...the  door bell rang  again!

p.s: okay I can literally say it took me  years  to come up with the next part of  the  series that i had started long old readers would surely remember or catch up soon..hopefully..n if i m lucky enough to have new visitors..then they are most welcome to go through the previous parts...hope u guys like it n can remember it n connect with it...waiting for your feedback...n if the response is good..then u will surely have the other parts coming soon...thanks a lot for reading n really sorry for the delay..

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Watch your Words

There  is a saying  that  “some things  are  best  left  unsaid “  or  let  me  rephrase  it  an  say  that ,”some things  should  not be said  at  all” .How  often  we  say  things  that  we  regret  later , worse  case –we  don’t even  regret . There  are  times  we  say  “ I  am  sorry  , I din’t  mean it or I din’t want it to come  out like that “  But  the sad part is - it still did . Is  an apology  enough  to heal  a  wounded  heart or soul .When  I say this  I don’t  mean  that  when  we  utter  something  wrong  we  shouldn’t  apologize , off course  we should   , a heartfelt apology  surely  eases  some  pain…it acts  like  a  pain killer…what  does  a  pain killer  do ????it  takes  the  pain  away?????no….it  just  numbs  our  senses  so  that  we  don’t  feel  the  pain..which  is  very  much  there . In  the  very  same  way  an apology  makes  us  feel  better ..but the pain is  still there .Our  effort  should  be  that  as  much  as  we  can  we  should  try  not to hurt  anyone  in  the  first  place ,  and  here  I am  not  talking  of  physical  injuries  but  the  wounds  caused  by  the  words  we  utter .
These  words  could  be  a  product  of  anger , frustrations , misunderstanding , emotional  turbulence , attitude , arrogance  etc . At  times  they  stem  out  of  our  perceived  feelings  of  superiority  , at  times  because  of  the  high  of  our  money , status  or  role  position .The  source  may  be  different  but  the  end  result  is  always  the  same –scaring  a  soul . I say  something  ill to  someone  - I  hammer  a  nail  in  a  wooden fence , later  I  realize  I  was  wrong , I  apologize –I  remove  the  nail…But  realize  that  even  though  the  nail  is  removed  the  fence  would  never  be  the  same  again …it  is  scarred  forever .

We  often  here  campaigns  saying , “Raise  your  voice  against  injustice “….but  raising  a  voice  without  any  reason  can  be  a  cause  of  injustice  in  itself..why  do  we  need  to  scream  or  shout  or  yell at  someone  to  prove  a  point…do  we  assume  that  the  person  spoke  to  is  hard  of  hearing  or  do  we  assume  that  he/ she  has  no  heart  , mind  or  self  respect .? Screaming  never  adds  meaning  to  words ,  it  just  defeats  the  purpose  of  a  conversation .What  I  have  said  so  far  is  for  people  who  victimize  others  with  their  harsh  words  and  rudeness …It  does  not  apply  to  those  who  at times  have  an  outburst  which  is  a  result  of  a  lot  of  repressed  tears, anger ,feelings ….these  are  the  people  who  usually  don’t  say  anything  to  anybody   but  once  in a  while  when  they  are  pushed  too  much  against  the wall  and  they  eventually  break  their  voice  to their pent up emotions .It  is  also  not  for  people  whose  words  have  worth  and  who  raise  their  voice  for  the  right against  the  wrong .
There  is  a  fraction  of  a  second  between  the  occurrence  of  thought  and  the  utterance  of  word..and how  we  use  that  time  is  what  makes  a  difference…people  who  are  wise  and  polite   mould  their  thought  in  the  right  way  considering  the  person  in  front , the  situation ,the time , the matter  and  above  all  the  need  to  be  kind but  those  who  are  far  from  being  soft spoken  just  yap  it out  in  whatever  way  they  feel  like  without  even realizing  that  words  can  never  be  take  back!

I  am  not  here  to  sermonize ,  nor  am  I  asking  you  to  be  meek  or  stupid  nor am  I  saying  that  even  if  you see  somebody  trampling  over  Ur self  respect  keep  quiet  or  be  kind  to him/her  but  all  I  am  saying  is  that  it  is  not  always  good  to  be  liberal  with  your  words…make  each  word  worthy  not  a  wound!!!!!!!!!

Friday, September 28, 2012

Home Coming

Life is strange , unpredictable, full of  different  shades and  a wonderful  collection of short stories . Each story unfolds  with a  new  plot , a new  theme , a new  character but  the  story  writer is  the same , God .And trust  me it is really difficult to read His mind , whenever  you  think  you  know what  is going to happen next He changes the plan. His  compass redirects  you  from  one  direction to  the  other .Here I am , back  to  the  world  where  I  lived  some  of  the  most  beautiful  moments  of  my  life , got  familiar  with  this  beautiful  world  of  words , got  to know  some  amazing writers and even better  humans , read , wrote ,shared and then vanished .
Marriage was the new episode  in  the saga of life , things  changed , I changed , priorities changed , in short life  changed  360 degrees .A girl transformed  into a woman- some body's  wife , some body's daughter-in -law[ the term is just used  here to clarify the relationship status , I am a daughter to my new parents as well and they treat me like one..touch wood] , managing  relationships ,  managing  the  house , adjusting to a new city and what not .I  know  I m not  the  only  one  who has undergone  this metamorphosis   , all women  are born  with  this  inherent ability  and like  wet  clay  take  the  shape  of  the mould  they  are  put into , it certainly  isn't that easy  , but  a  very  enriching  experience .I too evolved  for  the better  and  I  am  very  happy  about  it  but midst  all  of  this  a  part  of  me  felt  empty .This  mind  thinks  a  thousand  things  all day , some  philosophical , some  stupid , some  related  to  the  day  to  day  life  and  some yield  to  the glory  of  imagination . , and  when  these  cluttered  thoughts  don't get  a  vent out they  feel like  a  burden .I realized  how  important  it  is  put  this  burden  off  my  mind  and  couldn't  think  of  a  place  better  than  the  blogger ville .This  feeling  is  like  coming  back  home , to breathe  some  fresh  air , meeting  old  friends , learning  something  new  and  letting  go  off  all  that  keeps  the  mind  occupied .I  have  made  a  come  back  a  couple  of  times  earlier  but  then got  engrossed  with other  things  in  such  a  manner  that  couldn't  keep  my  words  of  coming back , this  time  i  have  no  promises  to  make  but  just  an  urge  or  wish  to  be  here . To  share  my  experiences , allowing  my  imagination  to flow and  most  importantly  to fill  that  little  empty  space  in my  life where  if  not  talent  then  passion for  writing  always  existed .!
I am  not  giving  a  definite  end  to  this  post because it  is  just  the  beginning ...