Sunday, May 29, 2016

The Hue Blues



"Well one thing about this crunchy chicken wrap was, that it came in a neat printed thin cardboard wrap"  - foodie for life!

This Shadow of a four legged one that I saw around 2:30 am, through my window last night, as I peeked to witness something moving, Took my cam in the night sky, and with a flash on, shot this one, stalking by something, having a stroll on the tree. It was a matter of seconds, I would have missed on this one! Never seen a cat on tree  I am sure , she was hunting on to thee nest that laid there, trying to chicken in those poor baby birdies.


Despite exists, these empty spaces, hollow heart, too much you have eaten meanwhile, time to fart, irrespective of the most pleasing cuisines, despite of the odds.

So far is so near, so near is so far. It's just a matter of perspective at an excellence par. Reaching out to the world and letting them reach you is not much of a task its just that one could perceive intentionally being judgemental to thee so called mask. Let off go thee. There is nothing to be. Its just a pure thought of being the real you and me.

"Ask the Chicken' I am sure it would agree!" Why should Cat have all the fun?


Ever tried, short listing things up' that you would consider most important, accumulate all that that was necessary, cherish - that was important, needed. List seems to be never ending. I wish, could take whole world with me, on a second thought though' Well that's the art of living. Doing away with, and considering it not necessary. minimalist me trapped in a materialistic habitat.


"Ever tried letting the Art within you live Life?"


I have been sleeping in front of this spoilt ac, turning it on, waiting for that fortunate chill breeze, that gushes out for minutes, comforting me psychologically with a belief that, something magical shall happen and it would put me to sleep, no matter how pitiful this blast furnace be, I shall manage with what and how of thee patiently. the hot air balloon overhead, thee ceiling is traumatized by heated gushed ounces of air. I still manage to find ways of avoiding nuances, still being imprisoned to thy natural(weather) traits. This has been the tantrum for a while, and one day finally this water cooler that gave me my first undisturbed, peaceful sleep this season, ending this summer storm on this day of month of May. Not much of anything expected from thee, I cuddled to a sound plea, thy gave me a reason to let all the nuances flee.

"There you go!"

Dressed n tucked up in black and white in sizes tall and short, in shapes oval, rectangular, zero size figurines, that you pause and stare, others you pass by, some look promising, some lost, single eyed to a spectacled and glared mixed lot. friends, family and fellow ones, on a run, few matter, rest scatter, fingers crossed to thy whispered nuances, situations extreme to calm pretences.

Court room, corridors, canteen and loo, stuck on the glued furniture on Wednesday blues.
Tailor made, taught and sought exercising on your vocal cords parallel to thee fingers crossed, i sit anguished, perturbed and nostalgically bowled out to the half learned that already flew. stable though to a wilful mimicry of addressing thee to a forefront few. apprehensively putting along pieces through thee sew. - Anonymous

Saturday, May 21, 2016

A Rebellious Saint

We all have our set of Problems , and we all have misinterpreted sets of presumed diagnosis on to the other always handy, as if the other person was taken as a granted fool. It is the case with everyone around, everywhere. "The intellectuals understand it and keep it all piled up underneath there wisdomous approach ,knowing when to speak and what to, whom to and exactly when to"

We all have been often wrongly judged or righteously on the actions we do, or the things that happen in and around in our lives, surroundings, and so on. It goes on and on. As a piece indifferent flesh that exists in different to every individual, but with a soul we all share in common, a little pious , and a little cranky, there exists no priest in any one of thee & If it did, the world could not see with naked eye, it needed much of a self realization and revelation to a great extent that was not just as other easy means of mere online transactions that could be sold or bought. No matter how often we end up bitching, backbiting, mistrusting, talking about the other person, who we vaguely /falsely understand, pressurizing our opinions and dominant proposals on to thee, for forgetting that every individual was different and had his own lifestyle and issues etc.

Now its been like ages, that I have known thee, and vice versa. The ones who live close by, are the ones you cant keep yourself far, from all that happens in and out and around, in there lives and mine, I guess we are evidently no strangers to each others perspectives and illusions, lifestyle and habitual traits. I don't know how should I, If I should, should not - I mean, one would definitely know the other if one lived with thee, no matter how easy or difficult it be. & any other random person would know pretty much less of how and what thee is, But all you know is what is told to you, and all what that goes in a blindfold, not seeing the light in real scenario, that happens, and we all end up choosing fighting on it, rather settling down to a better eventful perspective approach, peacefully.

It is hard to trust, and keep up with few ill odds, ill deeds, ill talks, coming from certainly few people that surround you, No matter how much of it goes inattentive or is an attentive forgetful trash thrown in the bin, they say bygone is bygone, but it always haunts and surrounds you once in a while.

I am aware of every single thing, as much as the people near would be aware less or more, almost most of it, that happens in and around thee next door corridors, I guess the walls have ears, and have eyes too.

"It by no means gives anyone right to prompt on more of the negates then positives, and talk about it,. I guess I have been quite a talk of the town . Having a single parent ,deceased father, and the world pounced on us like an eagle as if we were its prey. It was more weirder specially after my mother expired. I have come a long way, its going to be years and few months passé. I guess I have become a saint now, things like these hardly matter to me, and I generally happen to over look and forget these tantrums that set there eyes and ears on my visible traits of existence.

This saint sometimes feels pretty perturbed, not with the things that happen bad, but knowing the fact, that people you least expected, have been making up - a pretty much intrigued biography of your personal life, and propagating it all this while to everyone that comes in handy." I am a saint' so I would not do the same, but eventually I guess if I turned out to be rebellious soon enough, I will do all that, I could to eventually throw all that was inside me ever, on to everyone, and everything I ever met that ever existed until my existence."

People change ,they say' but very few do' for good or bad, and the later ones have those characteristics that you just cant take out of them no way. Age matters, the older you get crankier you get, you loose much of it already, the younger you are, the peppiest you be , the sober you are the golden you are. I rather call 40's to be a sober age slot, it might not be with everyone though, I guess at a point when you have seen a lot happening in your life, you tend to adapt yourself to the circumstantial habitat, that engrosses you and you try to find peace, and let go off all thee that possibly bothers you, and you settle down on to the things that comfort you and keep you busy in a healthy way, and moves your thought process from those more ill odds to thee less positive ones.

"Taken for guaranteed are we all, are we not?, and we still manage to manage.

- "A Saint sees light' foresees future, sits crossing his fingers, whispers, prays, talks to thyself. tries to find peace, dream, adapting to thee minimalist approach to thee materialistic world, accepting what comes to him, adjusting thy."

That does not mean you can take him for guaranteed and harness his soft spot and engage him in a quarrelsome fight, of words, wrongly perceived thee and wrongful doing to the shall by no means shall make you any less of a coward. - Anonymous

Monday, May 9, 2016

Games Kids Play

Audrey Hepburn, Marlyin Manoroe & RajniKant had a hard face to face. Had to tell you, Had to post it, Had to. This was the best of Kanchakein ever on the last day of NavRatri & RamNvami Day), that I had till date. Though less of a spirituality ritualistic approach to the whole modern scenario take on the festivity, but one overwhelming playful one, interestingly that lasted for approx. 3 hours or so. After the Ice Cream distribution and handing the kids with money, while they scooped up the spoon to the delicious cold one in this summery weather. Backdrop had Durga Saptashati & Ashtakam and others playing. Counting the heads of the ones who were present, and handing them with the already kept disposable container of this Kaju Draksh Ice Cream in the refrigerator prior. to my surprise, there was a lot of fun that went in here this day. The Kids played parsing the parcel with the cushions(Hepburn, Monroe & Rajnikant covers) that were couched, and they sang, they told jokes, stories, danced, and so on. There was a camera recording by one of the kids - an eye witness to there acts of the day. There suddenly I realized, that my refrigerator had no stored and kept water, I had all 12 bottles filled. Water bottles parcelled from one head to other, quenching there thirst. One of the smallest one(girl) brought a bottle of orange cold drink, & she stood there with it, saying to her self, "Oh my hand broke" - this just won't open! ,maybe trying to get acknowledged of her state and get help. I said, let me open it for you, and she was happy, and gulped down her favourite flavour. While others decided they shall start hiding and play hide and seek, in the nook and corners of all the rooms of my house, even the washroom. Forget my privacy, I was not thinking about myself at all, all this while, all I was in content with was, that these kids were having the best of there times. The kids from here and there, neighbour and so on, bashed each other with cushions, and when complained to me, that it was being done, I remarked, bash them harder, and they giggled, and continued there playful acts of childhood. Later everywhere I went in between after finishing my on going mantras and chants for a while, leaving the kids on there own to enjoy, I saw someone or the other hiding, with finger on there lips, asking me to stay mum, and not tell anyone that this one was hiding here and there. Later More bottles of water were asked for, and my refrigerator kept opening more then the usual. Even the kids by now knew where the bottles were, so they would themselves peek up, opening the fridge and take and keep back themselves the water supply. The little girl, who I helped to open the orange bottle, came asking me to keep in it the fridge so it became more cold, and happily went back to her kindergarten world of playfulness with folks who were of all ages, sizes and colours. Well I did not wanted to disturb them so I kept myself busy cleaning utensils, and sorting some stuff meanwhile all this underwent a jump, run, slide, noises-louder and whispers-low. I could have clicked it all, and captured those reserved shyness & facelift glows, those posed brows, and selfie rows. But then, missed it, I was just going along with the flow. There is always a next time.

I heard one kid saying, the floor seems to be dusty, look at your feet's, they are all in shades of grey. Well & I did noticed one patch of my feet engrossed, fossil'ed on to the floor, which I had tried to clean in a jiffy last night, and stumped on while I did that. Well yes, I had done this hawan last night' known as Sandhi Pooja (its done in the conjunction of Ashtami & Navami" So it was between 11;30 to 12;30, that I was making it happen. Besides, almost everyday or once a week doing this hawan, and other incense sticks and lighted diyas, makes it a little dusky, grey and black, & Its little difficult to clean every time. But yes I have decided to clean sweep the floor soon. I had been busy with other things, so I had been a little reluctant performing the tasks that are not necessary ,focusing on the necessary ones, trying the minimalistic approach. I heard someone commenting, there might be ghosts coming at night in here, followed by few ghost story tellers who shared there views. I am not sure, if it was my footprint, since by the time I tried to check it out, I could not see any later. Well I thought I could measure mine with the one that was imprinted, but it had already faded away in the dusky glorified playful ritual acts of child play folklore. You would, if you could know or never, who it was? Was it me, or? Was it the Goddess herself who might have just come over. Well often seldom stuff that I have heard & perceived in shadowed illusions, could actually be a progress in imagination or process in real.

Meanwhile, the games continued, I was even asked to join them. There was a demand for more ice-cream, and demand to turn on the TV too, while few sat on the floor, others, laid on the couch, others stood here and there. Well this playfulness came to my house after ages. I was happy, and I knew it, It was God's divine grace that had witnessed its blessing on me in this way. In-between the righteousness and wrongful doing and mislead, misunderstood, misguided, heartfelt & blessed, it all went better then planned. Bless thee Lord, Goddess in all glory and forgive me.

What was delightful the next afternoon was so priceless- I was waived by the yesterday mates. Some I saw, some I didn't. The kid who had been staying next to my house, who I always saw playing cricket, repairing cycle, with his other two brothers(one big and one smaller), often. He would get ready for school, do a bit of gardening, clean utensils, sweep the floor & do all those chores, that would made his day. it was once sometime back, that he asked me for the ball that had jumped its way to my balcony, and we had never interacted before or after that ever. In fact other of his siblings, or parents and others, never did. Never initiated a talk, & I stayed put too, though could not blindfold myself observing the chores next door. He was the new entry to this circle of friends who joined this festivity too for the first time. While I watered my plants, I saw him washing something, and he noticed me too, & he paused for a while with that big smile(I could see his teeth) thrilled me to the core. It felt as, The kid in me could melt down to thousands of tears of joy, & run down and hug a new friend neighbour he made all out of the blue. It had been a while, all of us glued on to the nuances of life's hectic schedule, and not often do we see a smile on someone's face looking straight into your face, and admitting and appreciating, that connection, that spark(soul connect). Some vibes are positive and they connect to the core so heartfelt, that you don't actually need a conversation to understand nothingness. He carried with his bath, and I carried with my gardening skills, pretending to be a well versed gardener, in the screeching heat, as if had nothing else to do. I came back in myself after noticing that he wore his clothes, collected his clothes, and went inside. I am sure there is going to be more of such positive vibes and smiles, that could rejoice the cheerful mate in me, and thee would follow the lead to the soul connect, once it is pampered so well, understands, shall return the favour in return. I took that mug of water and threw little water up in the sky, keeping my face down, so it fell on me, rejoicing to this mini rainfall. Landed on to thy emoted happiness, at 40' you can surely be of 14. As they say, age does not matter, you can be who ever you want to be and whatever welcoming likewise. You fall in love with yourself and others all the time, its like a little of it comes to you, the more of it goes from you in reciprocation, as it grows and multiplies, take turns, reaches a high' until it settles down to the faded excitement, killed overrated curiosity of thee heart, in the process, until you try to find ways to keep it alive as long you could.

Some days passed, and that little girl(the smallest one of all, that I helped open her orange drink bottle), says hellow bhaiya, standing on top of the 3 story flat, and waiving at me, as I waived back at her with a smile. Some moments are so heartfelt as and when they happen that they leave you with all the love, and nothing but love, that's priceless.

HaHaHa This fool in me so fucking gets carried away every time! & it can't even keep it to himself, "I wonder why he has a bigmouth" blah!- Anonymous