Banana Beer.

I  was all geared up for the meet up. It should happen this evening, a meeting with one good friend of mine. With the freshly brewed banana beer on the table and some chicken wings, listening to Sean Paul, I was glancing the pub door way every minute. From a lost man, today I am sitting here enjoying some girls giving stares at me. My friend arrived ordering for a stronger beer on his way. 

“Then matcha! Why in such a hurry to meet me? You don’t even pick my call otherwise.”
I replied, “Bro! You don’t hang on to 'sensible' friends untill you really need them.”
“Now should l be happy or…” He dragged.
“Be whatever! But listen to me. I am in SOS.”
“Tell me Da. I am all ears.” He came forward, closer to me.
“Matcha! You know how much I love my wife. No!?”
“No!?” he blasted into a loud laugh. This is why I come back to him everytime. He makes it all look so cool. No drama, no cheese, no butter. Just practical.
“Dude pls! I am mad about her. I just made her the fenrervof my world. But recently I have reckoned that she is all back in track with her old boyfriend.”
“Wait whaaaaa? You said things were cool between you guys.” He was sure 
“Ba**** it was. I don’t know, though I love her so much, we have never met a middle ground. By time, I find her so selfish. She just enjoys all my love and attention but chooses him over me. Every. Single. Time.”
“Hey! Affair or something? Are they cheating around?” He got serious.
“Aye! I don’t think so, or I don’t even care. But she just chooses him, may be emotionally…” I tried to explain.
“Man! Wake up! Then what’s your problem? Must be friendship. You gotta chill.” He lost his cool.
“You know me dude! Do I seem like a guy who has problems with a good friendship? Come on. You had known me all my life.”
“That’s exactly why I am shocked. What’s bothering you Da!? “ he put his arms around me. The shitty beer he had had a rotten smell. But I still felt good. Friends arms are always a magic.

Meanwhile, my music app’s shuffle mode chose 'We don’t talk anymore' for some reason.

“Dah! See I love her a lot. I understand friendship and all that. For a fact that I too have a handful of close friends. But when a person you love is emotionally available for someone, misses them around, needs them for every solution of life, too available for them, can’t go a day without them and you become just a 'duty', it kinda hurts matcha! Too small to give up. Too big to digest. This is my problem. And it’s becoming a blame game every day.” I poured out gulping my last sip of beer.
“Matcha! I understand. But can I ask you something. Do you think you can control whatever that’s happening around you? The more you start controlling things around you the more are the chances of you getting disappointed. The only thing you can ever control is you, yourself. When you can’t control the circumstances, control yourself. Don’t be a circumstantial victim, be a wise man. There is a lot of difference.” He was still with his half filled beer mug.
The pub was vibrating with Pharrell Williams’ 'Happy'.
He continued,
“Do you love her ?”
“Yes. A lot.”
“Can you live without her or choose otherwise?”
“Never.”
“You think you are doing a mistake?”
“Not at all.”
“You like being sad like this and doing small talks?”
“No. It’s freaking so annoying.”
“Exactly. Then why should you be sad!?” he paused.
I did not understand a thing but did realise something.
He continued.
“Take control of your life matcha and eventually, yourself. I know for sometime it’s hard but try and shift your focus. This is what people do. Loosing themselves in the name of love. Accept moments as it flows. Be very sure that you don’t let in anything that makes you a victim. Be responsible. Selfless love should only make you stronger and accepting will only liberate you. Love her the way you do. But remember you love her because you love yourself a lot.  Make 'happy' your high. Bingo! And always search happiness in a place you are sure of finding it. Ya!?”

How practical and simple this man thinks. 
This half a page Gyan or the banana beer or those songs, I don’t know what exactly but something made me feel so light and confident. I know for sure shot! I am going to feel this way, forever. 

“Ahh! Cut that overthinking. Now sit and muse later. I know you are going to be better.”
Friends just knew it. Always.
“One more beer?! By the way that red top in third table is staring at you since I came in.” he tickled me.
“Where? Who dah!?” I grinned in shy.
“Matcha aye! As if….”

The rest is history.

Marsupium.

When life store smiles,

And bunch of sorrow,

Across infinite miles,

No one knows tomorrow.

Every eyes has a spark-

All the living machines.

Few glowed in dark.

Dream, I name it – questions?

All those souls in here

     Present or past,

Possess a resilient pouch in which,

Profuse needs, wishes and desire,

Goes on and on to vouch.

Replace, refill or remain.

The sac is never void.

Promises not so certain,

Prayer and faith are chords.

Tough, may be the day.

Hard, may be the way.

Gloom, may be the path.

For all you pass-

There is a place of warmth.

Never blame your marsupium!

Have a nice day!

Frangipani!

                         

Oh me! A tree, house of a lark.

Proud of my leaf, so unique.

Glad for my garden place,

Peace, warmth and solace.

Sky pours to cleanse;

I look up in gazed sense.

White of the clouds- I want on me,

Splendor like a star- five edge free.

Pink in the baby palm- a touch that eve,

Smell from the dame’s tress, dressed in mauve.

Yellow, gives the bright Sun-fall,

I see- I want it all.

I now bloom in mellow,

With all I fancied for.

On a sensual sepal- show,

A melodious frangipani flower!

A  leaf drips on me,

Fragrance taken so breezy-

To the other side of my window pane,

Sits a little loving lassie.

Writes my birth, in a poetry-

Hints from a dreamy lane.

I proclaim; I knew my whispers,

Last night, in her tiny ears.

Thanking a Photon.

This dark forest I stand and watch,

Within me sprouts a nameless glee,

Days put me in deeper notch-

Rundles made from my own soul-tree!

Raping up my stories of past,

Roars and sings these rock emissions.

Tales of love, hate, cry and aghast

Shows me the sky, all life machines

Dampen my psyche, few great moments

Instilled in me were many knots.

Saw and felt, had no comments,

Filled bliss into my abyss pots.

Rumbling wind swished to sweet breeze,

The dame in me felt a pouring ease.

Why? and how? kept haunting me

The cause I stood on this land piece;

Tossed me to a pink-muse spree,

Void of echoes I stayed in peace.

The next step, planned the toe,

To quench or daunt from something new.

Heart hummed, pleasing still low,

A tyro in life dancing in a queue,

One more limp, a walk far ahead,

Nudged the spirit, yet dint move.

Lucid aims keep gushing the blood

Young in flesh, wants to prove.

Had no guess for this frozen etch,

Raised my chin to the scenic fetch.

Shallow dot of an afar light,

Marched out there a dreamy knight!

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!!

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!!

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!!

Green saree Fairy!!

A green saree is what she wore;

Our mother so good as others allure!!

Her greedy children hate nature more;

She's almost nude, striped and tore.

She wept so hard, the land got sunk;

Her rage so deep, much life were bunk!!

Why from her the love did nick?

The one she needs is we at least think.

Farms and garden now to stitch it back;

Better late is good than always lack.

She's slowly back from a total hack;

Shu'nt all do this rather one in lakh??

Jack and Jill, went up the hill!!

                                              I was musing about the emotions that fill in our days, at-least more than one each day. Egos, expectations, disappointments, heart breaks, love, truth, false, fault, experience, regrets, money, fun to be, future, family, feud, cheating, hypocrites,criticism and what not??. To explain or discuss about the days we pass on, any one of the emotions from the said list had to be picked up. We pull in an invisible cover and be never out of that. As we grow, the topics to discuss grow along with us. But is this the real "we"? To turn and walk back to see a long road walked through.

"Jack and jill, went up the hill, to fetch a pail of waaaaaaaaaaater...............!", cute rhymes, cute chairs, cute dressing, cute bags and pencil box, cute friends around, cute lessons to know, cute fights, cute us and a cute world. Those days were golden. Following what our 'miss' said us to do, wrote ABCD as much criss cross we could, having a great laughter for jack falling off from the hill, comparing pencil designs with friends, unaware of stolen erasers, utmost happiness when our friend has birthday, because we are allowed to have more than one to many chocolates, stammering, dancing like a poisoned cockroach and feeling it to be so classic, life becomes miserable for few minutes when teacher growls, fighting with our classmate and he turns out to be the bad character of our favorite cartoons, a scoop of icecream and a couple of chocolate can put us into the hands of any 'x', color pencils and sketches can make our day complete, Terminator and spy kids made us feel we were born, one to be, grandmom and granddad were our so best friends and this list may prolong or shrink depending on each of us. But to put it in a point, Ignorance is such a bliss, some one has said it so true!!

Jack is still falling off from the hill, in different cute voices. He is happy to fall everytime to make a child happy. We have moved on too far from him. I recently saw a kid being forcefully pulled out of his home by his father to attend school. He whined so louder. He was asking his dad to let him stay at home. H e had no mood for school. His dad tried so hard to convince him but in vain. Suddenly glared with an idea, told that he would ride the bike through the park. The flip side of the last word from his dad, his weeping eyes took steps back and smiles, he happily hugged his dad from the back seat and started to school. Another kid, felt so reluctant to take a test in a tuition center, untill the teacher said she would paste a star sticker in his note if he will do it well. This was captive enough to make the kid perform good!!

We all were so once. Is that the same case with us now? Would we flip our strongest decision for a ride in dad's bike? Would we work more productive if we are offered a star sticker? I mean just the sticker. That looks so absurd to us right? But how happier things would have been if demands were only this!

Such questions and exclamations can often pop in our mind often. But just think, how we actually were when we were kids. Did we know ignorance was bliss? Did we at least know we were ignorant? Certainly not. As office or lab is now, so were schools to us. As GATE,IIT-JAM,CSIR is now, so were the class tests. As insentives and increments now, so were lollypops and candies. As we were kids, things happened around us and the way we looked at it were the whole enough to give us all kind of emotions we had that days. But as we grow up the things tat would give us all such emotions has also grown up equally. Does that mean not we are getting stronger?:)

Confusing isn't it? I too wrote it with such confusions. To hold it all as one, what I had to share is, as we grow, so do our emotions. When we try to understand Higgs boson, ABCD would look nowhere and nothing to us. But as a kid, we all twiddled between our eyes, ears and brain to make it stand in mind. So is life and emotions. Now we feel life as a kid was happier and easier, but then they were the tune that made our lives. Beauty lies in accepting we are growing in every means each day.Saying "I was happy when I was a child" is uncertain. You must put it as"I will be happy if I am still so, emotionally and mentally". But world will call you insane. People who have strong heart to accept it can continue to be. There are already few people who has accepted it and living with that rue bliss. The point to be accounted is we ourself have an indifferent attitude towards such people.

So wishing to be a child again is as meaningless as you wish to grow older and weaker in every ways. The only thing that can make us happy yet is, we all definitely possess at least one among the moments, wishes, emotions that we once had wen we were a kid. Take a sigh and feel good for that. Search that few things within you and make your life contented for that part of you. That is what life is.

Thanks for your patience. Hope I had renewed few of your childhood memories and let your lips to go a lower crescent!! :) 

Have a happy day !!

The So(ur)real drop!!

On a rainy mid- day,

Alighted besides a breezy window.

My arms gave a mild sway-

Ignorant, what will follow!!

A rolling drop fall from heaven,

Touched so sharp my index tip.

An electron flush passing on-

Pulled me in with a easy flip.

A crystal jar or a glassy wall,

My eyes exclaimed in jarring jolt.

Deluged me that water ball

With no clue; where will i halt!!

A dirty puddle, floor or feet

On what or which will I shatter?

Winced and whined my heart beat.

But happened then is good so better.

On a blooming bud it slowly launched,

Pleasing smell and dashing hue;

Chilled and thrilled; fully drenched;

Winked I twice, to feel it true!

To end with bash, the bouncing glee-

Came ringing loud a dirty bee.

Gasped and jumped the mixed up me,

This dream I had is still so new!!