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!!
