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!!