Wednesday, October 16, 2013

A Brief Encounter With Cupid!

This is a story which was latent in some corner of my memories till i cajoled the story teller in me to give it a shape, the shape in which it couldn't actually happen, but what's the use of imagination if you cant for a moment drown yourself in the possibilities your dreams.


She was plump and vivacious, from the day she arrived in our class i could hardly think anything but her, the flights of my imagination took her to the every nook and corner of where my heart has not yet accommodated anybody,as she became center of my universe the days became brighter and more beautiful. demeanor of her was enchanting all my senses to the brim, the way she walked the way she talked often left me gasping for more. The moments when she was present around the whole ambiance comes in an upbeat mood, every face every object became the part of that celebration. things went on like this, the curiosity to know her was overgrowing the already diminishing knack for physics or mathematics which would not have taken me anywhere but a sink hole of my academics.I was never good at academics but now i had the alibi to prove my innocence on charges of under-performance at least to myself. The time went on, the temptations, the fascinations kept grounding me and adding dimensions to the probabilities of my future, she remained indifferent and how else she could have sensed it but a confession from me, she went away unaware of any such song whose symphony has been flowing out of her. The final exams took place and it was the last exam when i last saw her.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

DANCING WITH RAINS

When i woke up this morning my head was aching, now it has almost become a routine. a decade has passed since such turmoils started with me. this strange vacillation of  mood  has become a part of me so much that i rarely feel it like something strange is happening with me. I often assuaged my self with probable reasons for this void which keeps on changing its size though i could not persuade myself with a strong reason as why should life trifle with an innocuous being like me. I see lives of people and couldn't resist the comparison and not to say grass is always greener on the other side well that's an self evident adage. This habit of mine often ask for amendments in my thinking pattern to focus more on the positive side of me and life. Life is an unanswered question tempting people since eternity or since the times human thinking faculties became mature enough to think in such self aware terms. This incessant urge to see life as question can either simplify your woes or make them more perplexed and the endeavors mostly end up with the later results. Why cant life be seen as a song whose notes are playing across the spectrum of our lives why cant life be a dance whose rhythm is reflecting itself in the swings of our life, why cant life be a poetry which is singing the ecstasy of being. life is a big playground which offers us space according to our courage to either sit on the side or to go and play in the middle. so much could be said and interpreted of life, but life is to open closets of our heart not necessarily with same meaning for every individual but different meanings for each one of you according to your tastes and if Life is parched soil waiting for rains, when the showers arrive we mustn't hide ourselves or protect ourselves but we must dance in the rains.