The entangled hairs remained entangled
Face looked so worn-out
My shirt un-tucked and dirty,
A look at the mirror was enough!
Being bid farewell by eyes’ glow
Whispers heard were a delusion
Arcane dreams invaded sleep,
A look at the entrance was enough!
Pouring rain was continuous
Swaying grasses were bent
Creaking swing was empty,
A look at the meadow was enough!
The thirsty expression lingered
Unsatisfied was the heart
Downward curve being prominent,
A look at the mirror was enough!
The hangover of ‘Bajrangi Bhaijaan’ has not gone away yet from everyone’s mind and the next gift of ‘Bhaijaan’ in the auspicious occasion of Eid is ready for the Indian audience. Indeed, just like every year Bollywood’s ‘Bhaijaan’, Salman Khan is ready to present his next gift that is ‘Sultan’ to his fans and there is nothing to say that when the very name is Salman Khan, it would be nothing wrong to have high expectations from the movie.
‘Sultan’, the Indian sports- drama is going to be released on July 6, 2016. The film has been produced by Aditya Chopra and directed by Ali Abbas Zafar who has already earned his goodwill in Bollywood with his earlier movies ‘Gundey’ and ‘My Brother Ki Dulhan’ but this time, the director’s job was quite challenging as he has worked with Super Star Salman.
With the releasing of ‘Sultan’, Indian audience will get to see a fresh pair as for the first time Anushka Sharma will share the screen with Salman. But the report says that director Ali Abbas Zafar’s first choice was Parineeti Chopra for this role. It has also come to hear that for the role of Sultan’s coach the name of Sanjay Dutt and American actor Sylvester Stallone was proposed but initially Randeep Hooda got the role to play.
And last but not the least; the list will be incomplete without mentioning the name of Suzi Khan who became popular after her ‘crying video’ for Salman got viral after watching ‘Bajrangi Bhaijaan’. Suzi who is in class kg- ii now, will be playing the role of Salman’s daughter in the movie.
Along with all the actors and actresses, the audience will also get to see the real-life wrestler Tyron Woodly in the movie in a role of a wrestler.
There is nothing to say that how much dedication Salman always shows in each of his movies. Either it is ‘Kick’ or ‘Prem Ratan Dhan Payo’ or ‘Bajrangi Bhaijaan’, Salman has always made himself according to the demand of the film. This time, also he has not left a single chance to offend his fans. That’s why he has he has put on a lot of weight as a muscular and toned body was required for the film. Along with that, he has also learned to speak Haryanvi as the story will be based on the background of Haryana and there will be few dialogues in Haryanvi.
It is said that music has the power to conquer everything. And the music composition of the movie ‘Sultan’ is surely going to be mesmerizing as it has already brought tears in Salman’s eyes. Indeed, Salman Khan started crying in the set during the shooting hearing a song ‘Jag Ghumiya’ which depicts the story of a person who is searching for peace throughout his life. Hence, it will be not wrong to expect some unique tracks by Vishal and Shekhar who composed the music of the movie.
Salman is not only the name of the Super Star of the silver screen rather it would be not wrong to address him as the ‘Controversy King of Bollywood’. And controversy is not leaving him in this case also as the rumor is spreading that Salman’s ‘Sultan’ has a resemblance with Amir’s ‘Dangal’ though Sallu Miya is not paying heed at the rumor at all like always and to know the truth we have to wait till July 6, 2016.
The report of seeing ghosts has come to hear several times in the sets of movies. But this time, the appearance of a ghost has been reported in the set of ‘Sultan’. According to the report, a crew member of ‘Sultan’ saw a floating figure out of the window of his hotel. Getting scared he started to scream then Salman himself came to the spot and suggested everyone to stay closer.
Are you are surround by boredom? Then this is the place for you. Read something interesting which we have compiled for you. We are sure you will find this amazing.
Isn’t it hard to believe a simple matchstick is invented after a gas lighter? German chemist, Johann Wolfgang Dobereiner discovered cigarette lighter in 1823 : John Walkar invented matchsticks in 1826.
It is a phobia that stops you from being happy because something bad will eventually happen. You stop yourself from acting normal due to anxiety and feeling powerless to control them.
Just like finger prints everyone’s tongue print in different. Every individual have different tongue prints.
Leonardo da Vinci is not the only one to paint this most beautiful painting. He actually had 2 students who painted their own version of two different paintings and he concluded the two paintings into one. The first one is known as Prado Mona Lisa and the second one was Mona Vanna.
The oldest building is the building called Barnenez in France. It is built around 4850 BC and it is around 6870years old. It is now restored by French government.
In 2002 Kaho Na Payaar Hai is added to Guinness Book of world record for wining maximum number of award. Overall it has won 92 awards.
Measure the same amount of hot and cold water, you will definitely find hot water weighing more than the cold water.
The government thought that these social networks are being used for protest and to spread rumors around. They are banned in China since July, 2009.
The word ‘shampoo’ is derived from Sanskrit word ‘champo’ meaning massage. India was the first country to invent Shampoo, not the commercial one but the one which is made up of herbs.
A shrimp has its heart in its brain. Isn’t it a fact of astonishment?
In the film ‘Heroine’ Kareena Kapoor wore 130 different dresses of famous designer all over the world. Her wardrobe is the most expensive as per recorded in Bollywood.
If you sneeze too heard you get your ribs fractured.
They can’t burp either. They don’t have esophageal muscle, which is necessary for vomiting. Hence, these two creature can’t vomit and burp.
Bollywood actress Kalki Koechlin’s great grandfather, Mourice Koeclin is the Chief Engineer for the construction of Effel Tower in Paris and also The Statue Of Liberty, New York.
Look at the picture, it’s eyes are definitely bigger than its head.
Hope we have elevated your mood a bit. Isn’t it?
Sometimes when you are in love with someone, the person influences you so much that you are ready to change yourself for that person. You love everything about the person and think of ways that will make you more likeable. You change your lifestyle, your dressing sense, your food habits and every little thing that makes you more like that person. But hardly does this change come from within you. You are swept away in fantasies and love for that person that you forget what it is to love yourself. You forget your desires, your objectives and your perspective of the world around you. You can see only what is available as a reflection of the original image from somebody else’s eyes. Your senses are wrapped into a chest, hidden into oblivion. When do you realise this? When the person for whom you have changed leaves you, your heart breaks and shatters into a million pieces and you cannot glue the pieces back together. You call yourself heartbroken and lonely. Are you lonely?
You have been lonely forever. Only you never felt it because you were busy trying to be the person you admired and forgot to admire the amazing person that you are. You cannot identify yourself anymore. You feel lost. It is important to accept the individual differences because these differences set us apart from animals.
The importance of role models has always been great. We derive an immense pleasure from finding the relevance of our persona with another person and if that person is a favourite among people. We try to ape their style quotients and inculcate their ideologies even if we don’t understand them truly. We cheat ourselves from the happiness that we actually aspire from. Greatness cannot be derived from practice, it comes from within. We must widen our avenues of thought process and build ourselves towards an insightful being, we must accept ourselves the way we are instead of trying to be someone else, we are blessed with a body and mind that is capable of so much. We counter the stress factors every day in our lives and derive pride from our accomplishments, there is nothing in the world that would give us that much happiness as that of accepting ourselves to the utmost level without trying to change ourselves based on what others feel about us. So love yourself first. Then only will you be able to love and accept everything around you!
India is enriched with cultural heritage as well as one of the countries of the ancient world to witness the light of civilization. The Indus valley civilization was one of the biggest civilizations, the mysteries of which are still unrevealed and unknown. But this year the Indian audience will get the change to come closer to the history of ancient India as Mohenjo daro is on its to come.
In the year of 2008 ‘Jodha Akbar’ has already proved that what a result can bring the pairing of Asutosh Gowariker and Hrithik Roshan. So it would not be wrong to have high expectation from the pair in this year also. Mahenjodaro’ which literally means ‘mound of dead’ was one of the biggest cities of this Indus Valley Civilization. And Gowariker has selected the historical city of ancient India as the topic of his next movie. The movie ‘Mahanjo Daro’ will be an epic adventure-romantic film which will be released on 12th August, 2016. Just like ‘Jodha Akbar’, Gowariker has chosen Hrithik for this film also. But this time a new face will appear on the silver screen with Hrithik as well as in Bollywood as the south Indian actress Pooja Hegde will make her debut in this film as the leading actress.
Gowariker makes no compromise to portray the real picture of the ancient city of India. He has selected even the remote areas of Bhuj as his shooting location and continued the shooting for long 101 days in the same city from 27 January, 2015 till 23 May, 2015. It has also come to hear that during the shooting hours no friends or relatives of the actors or actresses were allowed in the set. Along with Bhuj, Gowariker took some shots in Jabalpur also and alike his other films for the rest the scenes he used expensive and innovative sets.
Unlike ‘Bang Bang’ or ‘Dhoom 2’, Hrithik will be found in a totally new avatar in this film. The story of the movie will be based on a village boy (Hrithik) and girl (Pooja) while portraying the picture of the ancient city Mahenjo Daro. Hrithik will be seen to meet Pooja in a village fair and hence fall in love for her at the first site. But after the beginning of their love story it would be revealed that Pooja is the daughter of the killer of Hrithik’s father (Kabir Bedi). And then the revenge drama will take another turn by the time.
Just like his other movies Hrithik will be seen to do a number of stunts in mahenjo daro also but this time the stunts will be totally different than the other movies as he will be seen to fight bare handed with a crocodile and a tiger. It has come to hear that Hrithik had to take special training to shoot this scenes and he was also seen to warm up in sets before shooting these scenes. And surely you will be more impressed to know that indeed there were three crocodiles with which Hrithik has shot the fighting scene.
A.R.Rahaman has made the ‘dream project’ of Asutosh Gowariker more graceful by composing the music for the movie. The first song to be released of the movie as well as the love song ‘Kaise Kahu’ in the voice of Arijit Sing has already given the hint of bringing some awesome tracks along with it.
Now it’s time to wait and watch how well Gowariker can bring his dream into reality.
Day 1 8.87 Crore
Day 2 9.50 Crores
Mohenjo daro getting a mixed response from audience.
I have perhaps forgot my name in last 7 years. Because hardly people call me by my name. To my family I am either “choto bou” or ” choto kakima” or just “choto”.
I got married in this “Laha” bari when I was just 18 years. Due to sudden economic fall of the company, my father lost his job. And after few days he lost his life. My mother thought it was safe to give my marriage.
Since my childhood, my relatives, friends, neighbours and others used to appreciate my beauty. I also took pride in it. People also insisted me to become a model but due to our financial condition and orthodox thinking of my parents especially my father I couldn’t indulge myself in that.
The whole Laha family came to see me on a rainy day in the month of August. All I knew was that their youngest son of the family was Satish and he is the one to whom I will get married. My friends used to say my beauty will make many handsome fall for me and even after class 10 when I started going to English tuitions I also did get many love proposals.
Out of 15 people I spotted a Satish at ones. Only ones I had eye contact with him that day. He never cared to look at me. His mother asked do I know to do all household choirs. When she came to know my mother had trained me very well in household choirs, she at ones agreed to the proposal of marriage. They decided my marriage in the month of November.
After that day I met Satish directly on the day of my marriage. Like every groom he was shy to look at me. Even I too felt the same. That evening I got married to Satish.
On the day of reception in the midst of the relatives he loitered around me. I over heard people saying ‘This girl had tied this innocent boy in her grip.’ They didn’t know that I didn’t speak a word to him.
From the evening he was found moving around the bed room. I last saw him at 5:30 near the room where I was sitting alone. After that day I did not see him till today.
At 8:00 the whole family searched for him. But he was not found. Then I got to know sometimes he used to elope from house like this to Belur Moth. He admired the Saints and wanted to be one. But after that day he did not return.
Sometimes people used to console me but they never thought about any solution. No one did ever put themselves in my shoes. But I am definitely grateful to this ‘Laha’ family because they offered me shelter and food for last 7 years.
As I couldn’t finance in this family hence the job of all household work fell on me. From cleaning the house to teaching my niece Kuttu and Shiya was my job for all these days. In return they gave me a a room to stay and food.
One day I overheard Kuttu complaining his mother ‘ I saw choto kakima throwing letter to our neighbour Belu Kaku.’ From that day everyone used to doubt my every step.
Belu da was a director of bengali commercial films. The day he first saw me, he asked me if I am interested in modelling. I smiled away.
He continuously poked me with it. Sometimes I used to feel he is taking advantage of my situation but later I realised. No! This man really wants to bring me out of the dark world. When none was there beside, me when the tears dried up on its own on my cheeks he took the effort to bring a new life for me.
Yes, I used to talk to Belu Da by exchanging letters through window. My mother in law one day called me in her room and strictly said to close all the windows of my room. For the last time that day I threw a letter to him and next day morning I left ‘Laha Bari’.
On the next day my family found both me and Belu Da missing. Belu Da didn’t marry, he used to live with a servant. Everyone cursed me at home. They felt ashamed of me, for whatever I have done. They said if I again come back to their house they would throw me out of there.
One day Shiya while returning home got a magazine whose cover was my picture. She brought it to my house. My father in law for ones saw my photo and scolded Shiya and said her if she does any sort of these things she would suffer a lot. He immediately threw the magazine in a high drain. When my other in-laws came to know that my picture was up on a magazine they said,’ Seeing her picture is also a great sin.’
I got to know all these from the servant in Belu Da’s house. He even informed me that my brother in law lost his job and the financial condition of the house was very down. One evening I went to that house. I didn’t enter. From outside I called for my mother in law. She came out. By then I was quite famous in the industry. She came out wearing a torn Saree. Without any word, I handed her a blank cheque and said her, ‘Ma, Belu Da is just a brother to me. I don’t stay with him. I own a house and there I stay alone.’ She took the cheque from me and I left the house.
As I sat down to write, I had this inexplicable desire to cook. Mother was not in the kitchen and that would be the perfect time to help myself to some ingredients which otherwise remain out of my bounds on mother’s watch. I sneaked like a cat into my own kitchen and started looking for vegetables to chop. I had some crazy ideas to serve on my platter and I felt happy to take charge of the kitchen. People would say that my behaviour is very much like a girl who is into cooking and housemaking stuff, people hardly realize that it’s the chemistry of the cooking that indulges me into this arena. The spices and the condiments that dwell in the perfect ratio in order to bring the water to the tip of the tongue..yes it is all chemistry. The one that you want to run away from during school days, the one that you want to go to now,strange as it is, chemistry can sometimes be unnerving. Follow the easy steps and it all boils down to the simple formula. I looked at the dead fish in the refrigerator. Fish have a memory of fifteen seconds. Can this be true? Fish live in water, a complex environment according to me and if you don’t remember things more than fifteen seconds, how are you supposed to remember where you keep things? I guess fish don’t require that memory at all. Some people say that dish are robots! Seriously?! Only because fishes don’t have facial features to express their emotions, you cannot outcast them to the section of non-feeling robots. Fishes however, are extremely adjustable creatures. I remember I brought home a fish in a water filled polythene bag and then transferred it to a fish bowl. The bowl was perhaps too small for the fish and it had leaped out and fell on the floor. I had to pick it up with a spoon. Oh how much i cried thinking that it was dead, but it survived and i was relieved! 
I wondered what is it about me that i love fish so much. The answer was geographically determined maybe. Living in a coastal region, I have grown up eating fish every day and I have developed a fondness to my cultural inclination towards fish. Fish is a part of every festival in Bengal, rohu is included in every auspicious ceremony. We even have ghosts named “Mecho bhoot” in our bedtime stories. It’s now a part and parcel of our culture. Sociology and social psychology says that habits become tradition and tradition becomes culture which further governs the behaviour of society as a whole. So Maithils and Bengalis started eating fish for something inevitable and gradually it became a culture of a society as a whole.
Fish is tasty. No wonder I’m such a foodie. Mother calls it a Pomfret. I knew what to do. I brought the cold fish out from the refrigerator and allowed it to come down to room temperature. I marinated the sleek smooth fish in ginger, garlic, oil, turmeric, chilli powder and lemon juice for thirty minutes. Then tossed it in mustard oil in the frying pan. Who could resist the smell? I garnished it with tomato and coriander leaves. I fried potato fingers and my fish and chips was ready to be eaten. Having decked it up, I thought to myself, Fish is good for the eyes and brain. Did you know it is rich in proteins and bla bla bla? O come on, who am I fooling over here? It was totally irresistable and I would call myself a bad child, cause I couldn’t wait for my mother to return and helped myself to the adorned delicacy.
Her light gray locks, with tresses of silver falls down by her wrinkled cheeks, as she coughs. Once she is done, she tucks them back, behind her ears and begins to sew my old torn shirt. I searched for this in our old almirah and found it out after hours of throwing clothes out of it. She kept cursing me for messing things up and I continued without saying anything. This Shirt is not the only good on I have, but is surely the favorite one. Also not because my beloved wife had brought it for me, on our 25th anniversary, taking care that the color suits me; but because I cannot bring myself to part with it, even now, when she herself asks me to cast it away, I still wish to wear the touch of her fragile hands, which she had put on my chest, while looking into my eyes, and had made me her MAN of the world. I have kept this shirt for some special occasions as today.
Whenever I wear this shirt, the night comes alive in before my eyes. That had been a special day for sure. I had forgotten that it was our love day. Men are always blamed for the forgetfulness, aren’t they? I too was man enough then, to have forgotten the date. She had been sick the night before, and I had to go to work. But I kept thinking about her all day long, I wanted to give her a call to ask her about her health, but in those days we had one land telephone in the living room, and I couldn’t make her leave her bed and walk all the way from our bedroom to pick my call, just to let me know she was fine, as I hoped. So I refrained from calling her.
The faster I tried to wind up my work, the more work was up for me. I worked till late that day and when I started for home, it was already 6 in the evening. And dusk had begun to swallow the little light of the sun. I had the spare keys with me, so she should not open the gate for me. When I tiptoed into our room, she had not been on bed. Before sundry thoughts could flock me, I had felt her hand clasp my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder and found her standing behind me. I filled both her wrists into my palms and watched her smile her brightest. “Where were you? I got so worried!” I touched her forehead “you still have fever” I had said. “Look at you! You didn’t even tell me how I am looking!” she frowned. Then when I looked at her I found her in a beautiful yellow sari, it was new as I had never seen her wearing it before. I had not even noticed her black bindi on her forehead, and that she looked more than gorgeous even when she was so ill. Her mascara laced eyes peeped through her smile. And I looked into her as if for the first time. “You look mine!” I whispered. I witnessed the same saffron return to her cheeks, but she chose to hide it behind her frown. “No! You must tell me.” She insisted, winding her arms round my neck as if waiting to hear an already known answer. I wished to tell her that she looked like the sun and my love sprout in her presence to its bloom. “You look like a sunflower!” I said instead. Her wrath drove me crazy every time. And it worked too. Her expressions did change. She narrowed her eyes, and then as if suddenly remembering something again began to smile. “No fights for today! Okay Mr. Husband?” she said sweetly. I still couldn’t understand her and asked. “Why? What’s today?” I had asked. She looked down as if hurt. From Within I began to push myself to recall what anniversary it was today. We had many “our days” as she liked to remember.
‘My birthday? No! Her birthday? No! Marriage anniversary? No! First date? No! Actually I don’t remember’
She winked and unwound her arms, walked a few paces behind, held my hand and turned around to pull me after her. I protested but she would not listen. Soon I was blindfolded and was hurled up the stairs. She was taking me on the terrace, I had guessed. And I knew I was right when she pulled the blindfold from over my eyes.
My eyes took time to adjust with the light. And I saw tiny lights all over the terrace. Floating scented candles in water filled bowls. Balloons were spread everywhere on the floor and brown chocolate cake was placed on a table. I saw a card beside the cake and seeing it I picked it up. Brushing my fingers, on its surface, I looked at her. The card smelt of her. She was still smiling appealingly at me, and gesticulated me to open it and read.
“I never knew my life could be this beautiful.
I never knew I could feel this good, and even growing old
I would find new love every day. The day I had said I love you
I didn’t know we would make this far.
That you would not remain my smile and become my habit someday
And I hardly knew I would be blessed with this day
And you were the blessing in disguise I didn’t know.
I found myself, all over again.
A new me, who had a reflection of you
And this was the day, I fell for you.
And pardon my stupid rhyming too!”
I read and I smiled. After relishing my expressions from a distance she had walked up to me and I embraced her, lacing myself to her, wrapping her within me. She was my home; for it was there that I belonged. All the creases upon my soul seemed to dissolve. Today she had decided to love me. She could have anybody, somebody who would not leave her when she was sick, somebody who would remember dates, somebody who would do these things for her, which she had done for me, but she chose me instead. I was her worthless husband, whom she loved so dearly. “I love you!” is what I could murmur into her ears. “I love you too!” she had said hugging me tight. And after 25 years of marriage, I had fallen for her, all over again.
Now, as she sits in the dark; the setting sun casts its last light upon the floor, She complaints of her eyesight being weak and the spectacles are of no help. And that I should stop wearing this shirt, and get a new one for me. She says instead that she will buy me one, “you cannot do a thing!” she chides me. And in this chiding, I find a new different Annapurna, the one who would be different from the one who had earlier blushed all pink when my love showed. She is different now. She frowns a little too much, and also has developed a habit of finding fault with my (over romantic disposition) which still makes her blush before our colony kids, which she now doesn’t like.
But I can’t help it now. It is something naturally happens whenever she is near. She is a part of me now, a part of my habits, my everything. I unconsciously hold her hands, with my trembling ones. And this doesn’t make my hear leap and bound as it used to. Now it relaxes me and makes me reach the peak of serenity.
Since the times I have retired, and the ache in her knees prevented her from work. We would sit for long hours, on that same porch and talk. I don’t remember what our conversations would be about, sometimes we would chide and at some we would tease each other. Oftentimes we would talk of our children. And she would dab her eyes dry whenever she mentioned them. How less we smile and we tend to frown more. But I like these. It is the only pleasure I posses now, and to give it away in exchange for the world, I wouldn’t do.
Years ago, sitting idle was an old man’s activity. And I wondered how old men could fleet time carelessly, upon my youth. But had I known then, that this they received, I could have gone to any extent to please God to turn me old then. The things which meant so less, means the world to me now. Now days we do not celebrate anniversaries, we don’t talk of love. I realize that I had not fallen for her smile that day, or for her beautiful hazel eyes. Neither for the yellow sari. But for herself, without her smiles, with frowns, with her forgetfulness, and also with her imperfections. I don’t even remember when was the last time I had told her that I was still in love with her. But when she was done stitching my shirt, I took hold of it from over her lap. Sliding my arms into the sleeves, I wore it, and she helped me put it on. And I guess, I saw her smile, and I realized, that she remembered that it was our 52nd anniversary today
If someone was ever to ask us what is that one thing more overwhelming than falling in love I am sure we would unanimously agree upon one thing…‘crushing’. Really this cute little feeling that I have had the good fortune of experiencing for a long time now, always made me personify it as a sixteen year old girl who, for the first time in her life lays her eyes on someone beyond herself, upon that unknown youth at the bus stop or auto stand that makes her world go wheeee!!! yet it has a strictly drawn boundary around it, a threshold which might never be crossed not because it is forbidden but our conscience tells us, it’s just better this way. Because our crush, this innate little feeling inside us which keeps us awake late at night, makes us listen to all our favourite love songs over and over again and makes us yearn for one glance of that person during the day, we somehow don’t want to murk it with pragmatism or maybe, with reality. This experience is so common to all of us that we will literally, feel exactly what the second person has gone through when he or she crushed over someone. I remember about myself, as a twelve year old my first crush was one of the cool kids of my class, well I was wrong to have that you know, because you don’t grow feelings for the cool guy when you are that oily and braided haired girl who follows the school rule book to the core with her skirt length exactly the measure mentioned in her book. I strayed into that out of bounds section of life where insignificant people like me should never stray, not even in their wildest dreams. It doesn’t require explaining that it didn’t turn out well and ended with me leaving my old school a year later. In my new school I had the most amazing experience. I saw couples walking hand in hand side by side during break times. Although they called themselves to be in “relationship” I am quite sure it was never more than what a crush initiates in our hearts, that fluttering butterflies in our stomachs, those sweet nothings that sounded more profound than Shakespeare! We weren’t naïve, I should say we still knew how to protect ourselves from the pangs of reality and the obvious, something which we lost with age.
The mark of a true crush is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.
Crushes are important in life. They help us to live in a way that doesn’t require any external push or assurance to tell us that we are fine. It has the natural ability to generate in us a positive outlook about everything, love, relationships, society anything! We learn new things from it like valuing small gestures or insignificant acts which would otherwise be meaningless to us. Once I had the good fortune of riding on my crushes bike!! Can you believe that!! It was picture perfect for me, getting up and sitting behind him, my hands lightly resting on his shoulders and the wind that kept blowing my hair over my face! I smelled an aroma in the air that day which I had never smelled before. that little incident made me believe that fairytale lies in our heart and we can experience magic in our regular mundane lives if, we just let the magic wand perform its own chores! Not for once I expected him to exchange nos or ask me to meet up again later, he was merely helping me to do something which was really important to me and that did the magic! I was happy to find myself overcome my carnal instincts, I believed in the moment for a change without expecting anything and I felt free. That is exactly what a crush does, help us get rid of our inner constraints without making us aware of it.
Adults say the crush infatuation etc are very childish things, happen only to young people. I disagree with this. What happens to us as we grow old is we become afraid, afraid of losing ourselves. But we are human beings , we were meant to lose control weren’t we?? What else then would make two sixty year old male and female develop an undefined connection between each other just by talking in a park for some days that one of the pair knows the reason of absence of the other even though no one has mentioned it. The day my father retired, I remember, he absent mindedly uttered a line out of the blue “wish I could say her bye”. I felt warm on hearing this, a kind of fullness that makes you proud about yourself that you aren’t going in the wrong direction.
These little “things” that happen to us they are life permanently engraved memories in our minds. We don’t really want to do away with them, we cherish them and we feel good that they happened because somehow without our knowledge we changed our being in that moment and we ended up liking ourselves a little more.
The dance of the brown leaves was a sight to remember. They were brown,they were the fallen, nobody cared for them, yet they pranced about under the currant of the summer winds. They were dead, driven away from life, yet they had hope. Hope that will carry them to a new place and help them start afresh, build some young bird’s life or maybe make new friends. Two brown leaves stitched together to form a dish for a passerbye’s ‘paanipuri’ or the thatched roof for an old man in some countryside. They would not forget those days in paradise when the parakeets or bulbils sang through their air, they would never forget those whispers in their veins to distribute food among the fruits. But now they were fallen, they were broken, they were despised because of their passivity, yet they had HOPE.
Never lose out on the moments, go through the moments because these moments make you realize that you are alive. Pain makes you realize that this is real and not a dream. A lot of bad things will happen to good people and good things will happen to bad people. But who are you to judge whether people are good or bad? Some great person once said that life is a building process and not the destination, so one must encounter such ‘moments‘, there is no escape and there is no pause button, there is no one to tell you how to cope. You must find your way, a way only typical of you and nobody’s teaching.
Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you’ll never know
Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows