We met?!

“Jitin Verma – Seat no.8”, I was relieved after reading the chart. I don’t travel much in train. “Paani bhai. Paani paani”, yells everywhere. I loaded my back pack with a liter more. Beeeeeppp, the daily horoscope alarmed as I read it. ‘You will meet your dream love today .It’s gonna be a shock’. It was an unusual one forced me to believe it more, illogical though. 

7.00 A.M, cool winter breeze, window place, impact of the horoscope all together played harmony in mind. I closed my eyes to get some breathe. The ‘bajji vada’ breeze suddenly flicked an aqua fresh tinge.  “Excuse me. Seat no 7??” a sleek cream tinge index finger pointed on the seat opposite to me. The palm continued with a blue crystal wrist piece. My heart pounded ‘Baba! It shouldn’t be the horoscope. She shouldn’t be. She…’ and my eyes met with a flawless, lit face that owned a reverse-of-full moon sky like eyes that got bigger and was rolling. She reminded me the smell of sandal. “Helloow” the swatting voice brought me back. ‘’Is it 7?”. I nodded yes. I felt so used to train journey on seeing her fidget.

“Hofffff” she sighed with a smile.  Aqua blue suit with mild silver lines, not fatter than me, she had a long neck, wore a star blue pendant, short hair left open and. . . She was beautiful! Sitting before me, her long sleek fingers kept jumping on the touch pad.

‘Me aisa kyun hu, me aisa’ my phone asked. A call to verify my resume, I had to clear few doubts. “Yeah J-I-T-I-N. Jitin. New luck college. Yeah, 2010 pass out. Management yeah. No no, anytime.Thank you” I cut the call. Before I could raise my eyes, she exclaimed “Hey! Jitin? New luck? Management?” I was taken aback. She repeated all. Happily shocked I managed to say “Yeah but how-come-you” I pulled. “Hey I am your junior, I was in when you were already out”she winked. I grumped on God.

She continued with her pattering eyes, “I’ve heard a lot on you. So much! My seniors told me. Your debates, project, poems on the magazine, Wow! I never thought I would meet you!” she looked such a child. I nodded in a modest way. And yes, I was popular at college for academics and co-stuff. It was all for credits and I never knew it would someday get my dream angel tweeting to me.

She never seemed to stop."It’s a day of serendipity. My project was so much connected to yours. I and my friend tried all ways to contact you. You escaped even a photograph, huh?". She sniffed,"How many days? And you know how personal it was to me. . err . . " she stopped and her eyebrows went on a swing. She was sorry about her readily out statement. I loved it!

“Well ok! Can you share your number?” her lips went crescent and eye balls danced. I don’t know when I spelled it. She said “Thanks! You will be ringed”. She never would have realized it was a compliment.

Her station was there, she got up with her bag on. “Tadaaa. Gotta go!” she winked and turned to walk. God, I mused. 'Will this happen to someone? Is it true that horoscopes really work? What happened actually happened?' I closed my eyes to imbibe the pleasure and splendor. When I opened my eyes, she gave me a jerk. A while far she was turning towards me, eyes rolling and arms on either side, swinging yet managing to hold the mobile phone. She said that to prove my second part of the day’s horoscope, “Jitin Sharma! Oh God. .  I’ve met, Jitin Sharma”

Silent Wor(l)d!

Early ticks of my little clock
Still and deep I woke and walk.
Glistening Sun is timid yet
Dark and dull, sky was wet.

A kitten called - fell afar
Sharp and string hit me jar,
Lament scream screeched the dew
I'd only heard the sweet mew.

She and me did no deal.
Muck up while boomed to tell-

A child yawp
Or a virgin whine?
A victim cry
Or a prophet sly?
A morbid bam
Or a money-less groan?
A lifeless gasp
Or a profane sniff?
An insect tick 
Or my own soul?
racked so long- an eternal quest!

Rustling lure bid me find
Grieve and mused my foggy mind.
A troll i doubt
Will never be out!
This violent world,
Has a silent word.

Labyrinth lost!

Running afar a labeled note,

Nick and turns made her see.

Calm, doom, dark she fought-

Slipping through the day-dreamy.

Love took her,

Hurt took her,

Pride took her,

Smile took her.

Surpassed all yet gave them back!

A pity brat-

Swing to match the fad.

Some eyes said she's bad,

Iris widen still on her!

Some human were really glad.

Few humane saw what she had.

Routes and roots, none she knew.

Black little balls had no clue.

On and on, on the path,

She stood and stared the roads back.

Thoughtful she, winning wrath

Bumped and blown a hollow stack!

Life is what she came across,

A labyrinth knitted by her foot.

In and out was the only trace,

Gone all the days in perfect maze!

The Black (W)Hole !!

A dame there at yonder,

Bouncing up in hers tune.

Keen so deep I ponder;

She is me, at all loon!

Tog up by her own soul,

Glam up in a rushing glee.

Dread and dear never stole-

Life is what it wants to be!

Questions never dispense jest

Echoes spry, self and served.

Smile, passion, love then lust;

Astir eyes never be spied.

Plunk my heart in jealousy-

Though my clone or myself.

Dug deep in me so whole,

Reflects there at the blackest hole!!

The Rainbow Road!!

Hope you are fine and hold a reason to smile today. Along with that pretty cause, I would like to take you through a road I had just explored. If you are with your evening cuppa, its still warm. Well, thats up to you.

Just imagine, you walk on a rainy evening through a road that you have no idea where it takes you to. Mind whipped up with mixture of thoughts and emotions, you decide to take a turn. "Wah"! your confused eyes meet up with a ray of a rainbow in a shade you like. You have no one left to share your surprise.  Right there, your muddled up mind shuts, slams off and you get lost into a bewildered joy. Minutes pass. A magical thing happens in you that firmly determines you to something clear. you get a touch of wisdom.
 

Ahhh…. Fictitious isn’t?? But I am here to share some realistic rays of rainbow, a fiction again though ;). Let me tell you what each shade of my rainbow did to me. Pick your tint and flip in. If you can relate to my shades or create your own, I will be the happiest.

Shades of my rainbow-

• ·        An yellow Book
• ·        Ocean’s Indigo
• ·        lonely day - Violet
• ·        Sky – see – blue
• ·        A green temple
• ·        The alter you – orange
• ·        A deep red sleep 

Yellow  

Book as I knew it, is an addictive art. A book from one’s favorite genre would do millions to the mental harmony. With a mixed up mind we don’t prefer to slip into a book. Our push back chair from within says you to concentrate with effort. But it’s the other way round. When you start with the first few pages in “meh”, you get deluged into it soon without realizing. Your psyche searches the answer for the confusion you encounter. Without popping a ‘beep’ notification, you end up in some decision. Books don’t deceive. Rather they set you up with a wonderful dimension of a new perception .

Indigo

Not all are fortunate to have an ocean to visit when you wish to. most of us may ve to fix up a plan. Beyond all those excuses, watching an ocean afar sitting on the calm shore side, the tide hitting the farthest rock, is a bliss. This magnificent lifeless liquid, across all human understanding has a quality to neutralize our emotions and bring in a lower meniscus in our lips. He he… I mean, it lets you smile. Such a deviation from this profane world that includes you is a mandate to the soul, so pure, lying inside. You will surely pick so much courage from here. A rain would do the same in a lighter manner.

Violet

Science says, lonely times are so much important for a person to know what he requires. That’s true!! Until you meet up yourself without interruption you will never know what your soul needs. Just as your stomach, the inner self needs a feed, a regular feed to keep it healthy. The menu could be checked only at your solitude. Sometimes your soul awaits you pushing up with answers you need. All that you need is a mental blank medium to translate it. this shade of my rainbow is very special because other shades dealt with some physical entity when this is utterly my own prime one. 

Blue


lying on a terrace or a grassy hill slope where you could see nothing but sky and its ingredients is what peace is. Watching farther, may be listening to a best song after a long time, plays tunes in your nerves and nodes. Closing and opening your eyes like a pendulum is a meditation that sobers down all your intense. Your breathing becomes calm, deep and prolonged. The morning sky puts you into your abyss world while the night sky opens a fantastic fancy that swirls you back to the 'naive-  you'. You get an echo that bangs right between your brows. The whole of you, lying unruffled there.

Green


A temple is always filled up with serene yet dense waves. When people step in to pray for their goodness the place is completely filled with positive vibes. If the temple has dilute human crowd, you are much fortunate. You get the absolute clean air to breathe in as the architectural parameters and the plants around contribute to it. Meditate, muse, sit numb for few hours to get that transparency within you.

Orange


Everything in this world undergoes change and it very well needs it. If every case is so, what's up with you??. . If you are usually crazy, behave super dignified for few days. If you are a calm and still, go nutty for the weekend. If you are neutral, choose between any extremes. This does something to your soul just like a branded saloon hours reflects on your skin. But remember to come back to the real, unique 'you' after the break.

Red

There is nothing new I could say about 'how a deep sleep helps you?'. Its enough discussed and explained.It takes you to the dark tranquility and soothes your mood. So when you are quivered, don't forget to toss yourself into hibernation mode. how to cut that thinking horse? start counting..


These are the seven shades of my Rainbow Road that i discovered for myself. For me, to pick any one at a moment is sufficient to escape my routine. Am sure all of you will have such small things for yourself. Explore it and imbibe!!

An essential catalyst to make it possible is to understand and believe one important fact- Your mind and soul is the reflection of what you give them. Its your surroundings and you, the complicated ones. Your psyche is always stable and waits to keep you smiling forever. Enjoy the abundance! :)

P.S: If you feel this as a crap, please quit the page and get back to routine :P Lol... My intention was to show that you have an own Rainbow Road :).

Have a colourful day!!

My Wacky Window!

Sitting by the window pane,
Watching out a walking lane.
Rushing through were human-bees;
dotting them was nameless glee.

Plump and thin were on the march;
Latter gave me blasting laugh.
Pair and friends and tiny tots-
Woven one in morning knots!

A wit, a gossip and a crude debate
Filled the air with someone's fate.
Stretching out her hands and legs,
An oldy hopes to fit in shrugs.

Few crows, a butterfly and a sick dog-
Brunt out quick in glistening fog.
Welcomes me my wacky world;
Me, a wacko too- blend blindfold.

Fruit Salad!!

Hey !! Bored up with your usual salad recipes?? Well, anyways I am not giving you one

here ( blam!! :P ) . This Fruit salad is a pot of my musings that felt delicious to me, and thought I could share with you. I just wanted to refrain from naming it ' Hotch Potch'. Ok!! Guess that is a long explanation for the title. Now I will take you and my pen along to my musings.

We all ponder, muse, brood over ( with respect to our vocabulary ) our minds shuddered by many moments, incidents, scenes that we pass by and keep chewing on it and may be we register few for a life time waver. Here, what I write is in no way much special from your's but just a soul given a body. As I will start with my musings, you do travel along. I assure all my musings are as simple still useless as the other and nothing to deal with anti-corruption or life resolving strata.

• I would like to start with something our Mom, Amma, Mama ( whatever the magic word be) do in the evenings. All of us, I promise have seen her doing this but I am weirdly surprised at this of late. At tea time and on, a very interesting "something" would be on the TV machine and we but for her would be sitting, jaws down before. We keep discussing, chatting and interrogating on that "something" where in she would be busy with kitchen or house chores ( probably a self pick ). She will peep in to the TV  hall with a vessel, cutlery or a piece of cloth at regular intervals asking for the topic of discussion and gets back to her business. What and how could she manage the urge/tempt to watch that scrap box when everyone else is fixed on it?

• That was one of my unfortunate moments. When my train's arrival was announced to be delayed for three hours with that monotonous voice ending with "din din" that too in a language I can never understand. My hotel room was checked out too. With no other option I sat gazing at the people around me. At the end of the first hour, I could just yuck out. I continued the same with less possibility for any other choice. Another hour passed and guess what?? Now the place seemed so beautiful and deep to me. How wide were the spectrum of people around me! My grimace danced face transformed eventually to a face that looks after a warm water splash. The colours, moods, age, emotions and attitude..... Wah!! I felt gifted to get time and mind for such contemplation. A family was sleeping beneath my stone chair in the floor. I noticed them only now. All their mouths were opened grappling with a deep sleep, which few of us cannot imagine to experience in such a place, I realized my perfumed duppatta over my nose! Here, who would be richer, happier and giving face up to life?? I am sure their "lungi turned travel bags" had more meaning than my American tourister (anyways I dint mean to showcase my travel accessories).

• I felt so down and so I took a temple trip around and let my mind-written essays to the statues or the "may-be" soul inside it, in seek for fulfilled wishes. Every where I stepped in, I was lucky to stand by and watch the small kids out there. At the end of this little yatra, I  could deeply imbibe smething, those little tots had no essays, not even one lined request to keep before the God. They could not stand their eyes closed for a minute. What made them so independent of prayers? More than prayer, what made them be free spirits not wanting anything more from brain but heart? I f that is a childish innocence, what made us grow up and decide growing up means increasing your age with your needs? Why do we become so cynical with our own life?

• This is something very simple. Giving your face to the rustling breeze, cool and fresh. What a sorcerous thing it does with our mood and sometime soul! Sitting by a window, travelling in slow pace and monsoon walks can give you such a "wind palm-touching-your cheek" experience. Nothing but only this can give you a tender, lush, moist feel that is so humble and lace. How is it possible for such a small touch to make a giant change in hearts?

• I am not a philanthropist but how beautiful is this human-race, I will put it as human-ship. Evolution or God made, the transcend inflections through eras and years, How was it possible? Like cassettes passed on to iPods, so do the human mind, soul and emotions.What is the green-light of all great and sin things that exist now? Why are we so intricately woven with changes and transient stay? How do we learn to accept it? Docile but stubborn.

• Have you ever tried placing a spider or an ant from one place to another? It rounds the same point for few seconds, confused and starts marching for the next task. Just as that, when kids are picked and dropped into a whole new environment, in minutes they make friends and smile so broad, the changes are just acceptable and adaptable for them. Now who is matured here? 6th sense, growing up, getting intelligent means being or hedging towards an immature mindset, where in we forget to happily get fit to changes?

This and many puts me into my abyss world and my mind keeps wondering while wandering, I do have so much to add and I will update here too.Thanks for your patience. Hope at least one of the above had a same-to-same HI5 with you :) do share it.

PS: Excuse me for the question marks for I really meant each one of it and dint use to make my writing

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Have a nice day!!

Morning walk! - Not just physical.

How do you feel about this day?? Hasn't pass yet? good? exuberant? pathetic? Whatever, that has no accord with what continues here. Everyday depends upon you and the answer differs by how you put it. Well, moving to the point, did you take your morning walk (jog does it too..) today?? Excellent. I have nothing new to say about that, yet I wanted to remind you how beautiful a morning walk can make your day.

Hold on! I don't decipher the shape it has added up to your body nor the sweat it litres neither your digestion ability, I am one among you using mirror after my morning walks to make me happy, though.

May be many of you have already experienced but me, I decided for today, not to look at my walk regime with eyes for health and consciousness. I was ready to enjoy a way beyond. The first thing I did was, I unplugged my ears from my headphones. I slowed down my pace of huggy muggy walk and cleared up my ears, eyes and mind to things around.

The first thing gripped my attention was a couple walking by, reasonably old (reason to be followed :P ). I remembered just seeing them daily. Their slang conveyed to me they were possibly brahmins. They were munching gossips on the upcoming marriage of some 'X'. I let my ears open to their funny family principles and innocuous politics, nose-up tact-isms that tickled my ribs yet I managed to veil it. A sudden whim of me, shortly entering a family life gave me a quirky jolt and I soon shut my mind off from that and came back to actual, by the time the couple were far ahead me and I could not hear them anymore.

Then something diverted my attention towards a cliche, ever-quoted reason for joy, watching children playing by. The raucous glee and ignorant innocence is always a bliss to watch. It pulled back my memory lane to the days when I was one among them, jumping high on monkey bars, may be who knows? I would have entertained some aunty passing by. The morning sun rays lightened up the kids so magically hat they looked as angels to me.

Through the lane after a minutes walk, was a small temple near to the compound. The smell of in-scent sticks, camphor, the flavour of prashadh, the aroma of flowers and the bell sound and of course the vibration of early morning prayer, was just a soul soothing minutes that played a king size role in making my day better.

Few minutes later, I realised I could not resist my headphones too. But for a change from rumbling akon and enrique beats, that i use to gear up my walk,I switched on a flute instrumental which was almost an obsolete playlist option. Here was a "wow!" waiting for me. I have no guess when i sat on the wooden chair in the park eyes closed. I went a winged tour aroung the sky and came back. It played tunes through my mind nerves and senses. I felt an addiction that is still lingering in my mind.

When the music stopped I opened my eyes on a butterfly happily swinging in air and I mapped the sky with this tiny cute pointer. Nature had played wonders on its wings. This little fairy din't fail to give me a complex about its beauty and freedom, the two demanding words.

I slowly scanned on everyone out there. Spectrum of people, lives, trees, plants, lamp post, butterflies and every little thing with whom I have started my this day is not ready to give up with anything today. they were are and will be in action. Whatever happens the day will go on. May be the day awaits with surprise, shock, sadness, boredom and so on. Nothing is going to stop them, so am I. The spiritual, philosophical, witty. quirky. dread influence the "observation break" (might be as the one, 'comfort food') had on me was rejuvenating. Luckily it was a holiday and my mind stayed like a peaceful stream the whole day chewing in the impact. :)

Thanks for your patience.

  Have a happy day!! :)

Being happy.......!!!

What it takes to be happy... i mean, to be happy always?? The answer is in one simple line.                      

"Don't forget that you have to be happy".

I liked to share a few ..................... with you. ( I don't call it methods, tips, ways nor any. Take it as what you would like it to be ).

• To be happy is your duty towards life.
• Stop searching reasons to be happy.
• Look at the sky, stretch your arms, take a complete breathe.
• Admire every little things you could, around you. Of course, every good thing is worth admiring.
• Exhilarate for simple things that needs a smile, jump into it deeply. (Emote is up to your choice but exhilarate).
• Any situation that puts you down, gives you a plunging blow, irritates you>>> have an ego towards it. Take a minute to think on stories around you that goes still worser and sigh, palms on your chest. Now snarl back to your situation "I am happy!!".
• Consider your ability of being happy as a pride.

On the whole, JUST BE HAPPY :). Thanks for your patience, gotta go back and be happy. Bye!!

Have a happy life!!

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A butterfly fairy!!

Mid in the darker three,
I woke at a spooky tree.
Pair four limb each on branches;
A little spider winches.

A fairy colored butterfly
Came singing near swinging by!
The greedy octopus gave a hop
Put in half the fairy's top.

I bumped and woke at morning rays,
And saw a wing like silver lace!
On my palm it felt so true
Gave up or safe, had no clue!!

I'll tell you something!

So how was life for you so far?? Fairly good? or you made it to be so:) Whatever, I am not writing to tell you some secret, about a new movie nor a gossip. I want to fill you up with something small, short, something very informal and considerably important, atleast to me ;)

I was sitting alone with a lovely novel and a twist in it gave me a sudden fad. We all have crossed our teens, may be few reading this will be in teens. However, we all had possessed a relationship, a friend, love, brother, sister or what it can be to you, obviously out of your family, so far, at some point of your life. I believe yes! No one can move up till here without a close to heart, "mean a world", "once in a life time" relationships. There was, may be there is such a person or people in your life. The matter is not that.

Not all, I guess but a real number of us, would have missed that one special relation once for all due to spectrum of reasons and deals. They dont even exist in our life as a trace or not as the same they were. But the impact of the bruise they left us with is always fresh and flesh. We carry it as a great pain, worth tears.

I will ask you something, dont feel uncertain or weird. I'll let you know the link later. Tell me do you feel hurt or hard when you think of your school or college building?? It will be a "no" for most of us. May be it will bring you tears, but  out of happiness if you are more of an emotional person. Just go back to those lane and feel it. I swear to myself that you'll smile.

So this is what I wanted to tell you. When we were there as students, that lifeless building meant so much to us, we remember each brick of the place.  We have did so much there, it gave us love and laugh and of course few hardships. So did we. But now what's the case? We are hardly being allowed into it, we dont even think to visit the place, its now a lifeless stone. Rather, we never forget to visit our memories and dwell in ti, there the same sand and brick is full of flesh and blood. Is'nt it so? 

I want those lost relationships to be so for me... for us!! They dont visit us, they dont exist in our life book anymore, may be we'll happen to see them sometime, but as a lifeless matter. The memories we shared alone matter to us! they can bring only happiness to us. Even the bad incidents turning up to be a bad memory will give us smile if we intend to understand why it actually was, bad. So that's how we can smile on a broken relationship or any. We need not try to forget it, hear to sad music, post wrecked messages. Happily smile at the memories and keep going.

God kept heart in a safe place so that it can never be hurt, ever!! May the person can refrain them from our life, but they cannot grab the memories. Celebrate and enjoy those memories!!

NB:

• If the one reading this is one among my friends, pls dont guess that this is an output of hard heart due to a broken up boyfriend of mine. Writing needs experience but not possibly the same as the content.

• Those who dont like this approach of dealing pain, feel you have wasted time on it, pls dont curse me, but may be you can scold me and get back to your work.
• Those who already are in this track, my heart respects you!! :)
• Thanks for the patience.

Have a Happy heart!!