Mixed Moments !

I was lying awake on my bed as the waves of anticipation engulfed me, making me tensed and thrilled at the same time. The college was gonna start within a couple of days and this was going to be my last day or precisely last night at home. It was kinda overwhelming. I had spend one of the best times of my life, wrapped around with the in numerous strings of memories, this summer and it did succeed in convincing me for a moment that it would be for a long time. But then as I was lying on my cozy bed with my favourite pillow, comforted by the familiar surrounding, it dawned upon me that nothing stays for a long time, no matter how hard you try to hold on to them. They might be the old scars you are holding on to or the happy times, ultimately, they become just memories. It solely depends on you which one you wanna keep with you.

After tossing and turning for a long while, I finally won over the evil insomnia. As people say or as I have believed, new morning brings new hopes, new emotions and thus there I was feeling this extreme bounding home sickness as I got ready to catch my train, my mom had cooked my favourite breakfast making my urge of staying at home longer a little stronger. But a girl does what she has got to do. So, daddy and I got into the car after loading my jumbo bag (No matter how small or big my bag would be when I go home, it always become double the size while I am returning to Hostel, Thanks! Mom J ).

It was raining so heavily as our car drove past the hundreds of trucks and buses we came across. The weather looked forlorn, making the atmosphere dull as if it was mourning over some loss. A moment of silence passed and then daddy and I began discussing and joking about some old treasured incidents till we reached the station. Now, my anticipation was further aggravated as the excitement to meet my friends began taking over. After ten minutes, my train arrived and not to mention how comfortable it was to board the train with my jumbo bag!

After a little hassle, I found my seat, placed my bag safely on its place and there I saw my friends, smiling and waving at me. Right that moment, all my doubts and fears were gone. Though a tinge of excitement still was tingling inside me. The rest of the journey was a blend of fun and soothing comfort.  Finally when we reached our beloved destination, Burla; it hit me that this wasn’t the end, the journey had just begun! 

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The Dark Governess

Dark she was, obscure as a labyrinth,

Some chased her, she chased some.

A mystery, an enigma, she kept by herself,

Not a soul realized her true self.

Alone and petrified, cursed as evil,

She enunciated but the truth.

Timeless she stood, Boundless she stood,

Relentlessly gazing an unblinking stare.

For the light is just an illusion, she sued,

Darkness the face unmasked.

Her embrace so forgiving,

Singing a melodious lullaby,

Hushing us into a dim forever.

She sees no form, sans shape she is,

She’s a silhouette in our dreams.

Calling upon us, on a journey

Our final expedition to the lights,

She’s the end, our death.

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Window of the Soul

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The unfamiliar generosity!

I looked at the sky as we entered the hospital. I noticed the cloudy turmoil had begun. Maybe the initial signs of an impending storm. My sister waited in the reception hall as my mother and I went to bring my reports. Once we got the reports, we went to see the doctor. A postural neck injury it was, the reason of my painful sleepless nights. Doctor wrote handful medicines and told me to visit the physiotherapist before handing over the prescription. All the agony of the last 7 days came rushing into my mind. It was excrutiating indeed. An unceasing back breaking pain, vanquishing enough to remould me into a wooden puppet.

After we took the prescribed medicines from the indoor medicine shop, we headed towards the physiotherapy section. But only if we could find it! The three storied hospital, expanded over a vast area, is a gigantic structure in itself. To add to our misery, despite the organized, well plated designations and directions for every section; the puzzling countable entries, in numerous exits, bewildering glazed doors on every corridor had left us perplexed and exhausted. I looked through one of the windows as we were walking through another cloned corridor, walls smudged with pale yellow paint just like the previous one. I found the shady clouds had gathered, shading the sky carefully with black. The down pour had just begun with wind howling in its full swing. “We have to find the section soon before the storm hits” my sister said.

After struggling for another 20 minutes and no success, we had given upon finding it. This time we had reached the exit door of the hospital and that marked the end of our struggle with no success. Disappointed, we turned and headed towards the reception hall. Right then, a lady stopped us. She looked in her 50s with shades of grey peeping through her hair. She was holding a mop soaked in with disinfectant and an empty bucket. “What are you searching?” She inquired. “We were searching Physiotherapy section but couldn't find it”, my mom replied.

The lady smiled and motioned us to follow her. We walked behind her and just after few left and right turns; we saw a big green board with “Physiotherapy “written in bold letters on it. We gave a huge sigh of relief. Before mom could express her gratitude, the lady had already vanished into thin air. No wonder she was indeed a savior for us, an epitome of kindness.

Since childhood, every time we see a stranger, our mom would say “Never talk to strangers. They can be dangerous” and no doubt that is an important advice every child should heed to. So, even after we grow up, we have this satanic image of strangers presumably set in our minds, irrespective of the situation. But today I learnt something new. Not all strangers are bad. Not every time. The lady could have chosen not to help us. Helping the patients for directions was not her job. She won’t be getting paid for that but she chose to help and sow another seed of kindness in this world of apathy.

With crime at its heights, we don’t trust the people around us let alone strangers. This increasing distrust and fear had turned us into apathetic souls. Blinded by evil and sinister thoughts, we look at the world with our vicious eyes. We have no credence in humanity, thus explaining our kinship with strangers. But instances like these make me believe in humanity again who take human virtues a step ahead every time they come across a troubled soul.

This got me thinking world will be much a better place if all of us continue this noble legacy towards kindness, towards humanity! A little faith can do wonders and push the human race forward. What do you say? :)

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The Nightfall

Darker the night,

Mightier it fights

To push away the stars

From shining bright

Engulfing every inch

Of their power

Till the end of the hour

Before the dawn

Erasing the faint line

Between truth and a lie

Yet certain truths never die

Nothing is left to discover

When everyone betrays you

 Even the one on the mirror

You try to escape

From the terror of the past

But clever as it seems

It follows your trails

Till life within you last

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Zeroes and Ones(The Binary Life)

The world roughly comprises of two kinds of individuals, good and evil. Whether they are good or evil is purely relative. The same person could be good for someone and evil for someone else. It’s like the binary digital code. Theoretically, everything that we see, listen to or perceive today on any electronic device fundamentally comprises of Zeroes and Ones. Such generalization can sound a bit preposterous but when simplified, it’s factual enough to believe. Imagine the world as a device and the people on it as the zeroes and ones used in the code. Assume, the zeroes are evil people and the ones are good people. For the device to function without flaws there needs to be a set of zeroes and ones in its code. The code is our human life. Just like the code, there needs to be a right proportion of good and evil people in everyone’s life.

Now we feel, evil people in our lives create nuisance and pull us back in every step. They literally suck life out of our souls and leave us feeling disoriented and traumatized. They create a void in our lives. Too many bad people in our life can cause catastrophic impairment to us and above all leave us harassed emotionally. We vilify them to satisfy our soul and sometimes plan to avenge for the irrevocable harm that they have caused us. Vengeance is the purest of all emotions. Vengeance isn’t bad after all; it’s just the necessary evil. The pain that the ruthless people cause us can make us stand up and prove ourselves, if we learn to channelize our energy. This is how pain is well avenged. However the pain that’s not taken care of doesn’t heal and causes us real damage.

On the contrary, the good people in our lives are the reason our lives are bright. They push us towards accomplishing our goals and make us shine like a full moon in a starlit sky. They radiate their energies and we resonate those energies to benefit from partnerships with them. They share their goodwill and love with others and make us feel safer in their company. They are the ‘ones’ in our lives. They fill our voids and pave our way into the future. Fewer in number as compared to the ‘zeroes’, they usually come into our lives as family, friends or soul mates. They are gems in our lives and we need to value them and keep them by our side in times of distress and good health.

Our thoughts and deeds on the other hand are also akin with the people in our lives. They could either be ‘zeroes’ or ‘ones’. It is necessary on our part to strike a balance amongst all the good and evil in our life. We must learn to value all the elements regardless of their nature. This is what the law of equilibrium teaches us. Only when we assess the ‘zeroes’ and ‘ones’, we will be able to carve a niche for ourselves. Only then we can troubleshoot the code of our life and make it bug free.

“Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil”- Marcus Aurelius 

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A story!

 Every person has a story

 A story of you.

 A story of me.

 A story of how the forgettable childhood passed

 How the imprints of some unforgettable moments still last

A story of the bygone eras

A tale of yesterday’s scars

An untold secret of a grieving heart

A happy tragedy born out of dilemmas

A story of what could have been said

 How spoken words shattered to remnants

A story wiped out of the slate

How the insomniac tragedy remains

 A story of a 3 pounds fighter

A battle for life as demons crawls for survival

A winning battle

Restoring the dwindling faith

Thousand faces, million stories

A story of you

A story of me

Some passed through generations

Some left unsaid

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