Un Inspired

When waking up to the glowing golden Sun didn’t inspire,

When bathing under cold shower didn't chill,

When walking under the falling leaves of autumn

And love birds that kissed each other didn’t evoke a smile,

Further on the journey, later in to the day, nothing felt exciting

When good news brought no genuine happiness

And when everything seemed to look ordinary

When excitement fell sick, was diagnosed with flu

Life that once mattered, no more did and thoughts that counted nearly died

An uninspired soul wandered like dissolving smoke and that moment never ended

It has to pass, a wait has begun. An inspiration to be welcomed from wherever it comes…

Until then, an uninspired clutter of words to fill the space and a scream out at its dark shadow…

WANDERERS – XXI

‘I’m guilty, I must confess. Tricking that rich powerful man was probably not right…’ he pleaded.

‘You don’t need to think of him anymore. He must be happy with his wife and they would live peacefully’ she concluded.

‘Was he here the next day? And you performed the ritual on the man too, didn’t you?’ he appeared to be asking her.

He waited long enough for her to say something. She said nothing, nor smiled. She let him believe what had happened without saying a word.

‘You’re a genius, a magician, a healer. You can do just about anything, create wonders. Can you solve any problem and every problem? No one would have any sufferings in this world! It’s unbelievable. Is it true?’ he did not seem to stop wondering the power of her abilities. It was no mean problem, and yet was resolved. 


Without an air or inch of pride she spoke,

‘I told you earlier and I’ll tell you one more time. Truth is about finding one’s happiness that one has lost. Everyone’s born without knowing anything about any problem of the world. Everyone’s happy until one gets involved in the magic called life. And the happiness is lost somewhere, very early in to this magic. The ultimate Truth is that happiness they’ve lost, and that needs to be restored. You think it’s not possible, you think it’s unbelievable and you call it a miracle. But I don’t. What matters is they both are happy now.’

He thought for a while. Yes, she had her justification and reasons which she had demonstrated earlier too, in her own way. His thoughts wandered back to the tomb-hall, the blind man, his unwed daughter and her sinking life. Without hesitation, he asked the sanyasin,

‘There’s another girl and a boy who are awaiting their share of happiness. Can you help?’ he asked knowing she wouldn’t refuse. He said further, expressing his genuine concern for the sanyasin,

‘It’s not easy. I have no doubts on your abilities. But I'm only worried about the consequences, which may not do any good to you or this town. Worse, if it turns fatal!’

He said turning away, looking at the tomb-hall, and seeing through those deep curvy paths into the market area which covered half of the town. Inter-religious marriages were not acceptable in that small town. It was a taboo! They raised eyebrows even in those big cities, one of which the wanderer himself belonged. He knew all of that and was aware of the aggression among the town's people from his own experience in the short time of his stay.  It was a bad idea to get involved in matters such as these that were sensitive to the masses. Yet, his heart was in it somehow. His own life ran parallel to those young lovers' who rose many unanswered questions in him and he wondered if he felt more sympathized with them or for his own helplessness. 


His worried eyes met hers. That strange mixture of a deep worry and happiness which he had seen in their first encounter no more dwelled her eyes ever since she shared her story with him. The worry had escaped and only a content smile remained, which he took note of.

She nodded with acceptance. It was her duty and her only duty – to help all those who had come to ask. She didn’t pick and choose. There was no choice, just a sincere service - and that too was a truth.

Continues…

Humsafar

Many times in our lives we cross roads with such wonderful people who would not just fill that void of an old friend from whom we had just separated but also become that good-close-best friend on the way, in a short  period of time. We get together more often, spend good times together, have loads of fun and even share our secrets/problems without inhibitions or the feeling of being with a stranger. Quickly we end up becoming such good friends and even weep and promise to miss each other, pledge to stay in touch when the time of separation once again comes.

How many times doesn't life repeat this cycle with most of us? It's directly proportional to the number of times we've changed number of places and moved on. A few emails or phone calls remain between us until an all new cycle has begun and the old cycle just hangs as an old calendar in the Facebook friend's list. Well it doesnt sound too good to hear, but true nevertheless. We even wonder if we really had spent such great times and had ever felt inseparable! Ask that strong part of the memory and the answer screams out with a big loud YES.

That colleague who had 100 cups of tea gossiping and boss-bitching, that neighbor who smiled and invited home for some coffee over the weekends, fellow traveller who only met you during flights or everyday at the bus stop. Or that roommate who shopped groceries with you and cooked your favorite dish.

Such instances just keep happening endlessly and we are programmed to overlook. Yes, the technology has advanced and we can make free calls to any damn place on earth and even see one another over a webcam. A voice inside asks me if we are too selfish to let go of such moments and deliberately weaken that part of the memory and act as if nothing matters. May be or may be not. Our lives would've still moved on without them, but there would be others in their place. Is it nobody's fault when everyone's moved on in their lives or is everyone just selfish enough to ignore or forget those old times that one should've rather cherished forever?

There's very little clarity in it, yet it was once part of your life and hence part of yourself. Is it not fair to question yourself and have a check about that little humsafar and share those moments you once did when you really can and when there's absolutely nothing that's stopping you? The question remains between you and me...

A Rainy Affair...!

The Sunday was here again and half of the day passed quickly while I had my resolution to be kept. That was to exercise – either jog or swim. Nearly couple of hours after lunch, I set out to swim with the newly replaced swim-wear and got down to the pool where I saw something unusual, something I had not seen for the past 10months or so. The pool was full!!! WT*

Yeah there were some guys in their 20s, some girls along with them of similar age group occupying half of the pool, while the other half served as playground to some kids. I waited for a while but didn’t see any indication of any one of them coming out any sooner and since I was in a rush to meet a friend/acquaintance (well I’m not yet wise enough to discriminate the two, may be a blog-post on it later) somewhere in the city, I quickly gave up on swimming and thought the road shouldn’t be too full to stop me from jogging. So there I was with my new in-ear earphones on the iPhone in different attire set for jogging. So I’m on my way to keep the resolution. Hurray!

Not after too long, on my way back, the sky had changed colors and grown darker even as it was just 4PM. I hoped the clouds would take some time to settle in and I wouldn’t be threatened too much. But a resolution isn’t any easy thing to keep, hence the name. Slowly, but the clouds started pouring in. I ran quicker than normal, somehow got under the shelter of a bus-stop after getting only minimally wet. Just as I stood there the thunderstorm grew, lighting stuck and rains bumped in from different angles making it harder to stay without getting wet. I looked at my watch and it was already 4:30. I was away from home by at-least a mile or a 10min run. I cursed myself for not carrying any money or a cash-card just in case such a situation should arise and looked over the watch again and once again. I was missing little things like a small towel, an umbrella and a $1…

There were 2 other girls taking shelter along my side and I thought of the ways I could borrow $1 from them (to travel by bus). It hadn’t happened with me before and I wasn’t capable of borrowing from strangers. The showers only got stronger showing no signs of stopping. Here I was serving my resolution and there I had to meet my friend on time. It wasn’t fair to have cancelled the appointment especially when we were meeting after quite a long time. I stood contemplating. Sometimes we take too much time to make decisions in life. Whether that time was an investment or a waste, time will tell. Here I had made up my mind after waiting helplessly for 15mins and got out of the shelter and crossed the road getting wet.

There were HDB blocks that could shelter me through some distance and I was banking on that. Underneath the blocks, I walked pretty easily but while crossing over to another road I had to find a right place and time to run in the rain. I did that and protected both my ear-phones and phone from water. In less than 10mins I had reached another bus-stop and substituted for the $1 that I didn’t borrow. From this place to my house, it was some 350m with no shelter anywhere on the way.

Why can’t there be 24X7 call centers for real crisis like these when you’re stuck in a heavy rain somewhere with a phone, yet without help. You run, get drenched, catch cold and fall sick. Instead pick up that phone and call someone to say, ‘Hey, you know what? I need you to send someone to take me home and I shouldn’t get wet even a bit’ But such things didn’t exist. I could’ve even called for a cab, but rainy days make that difficult too if not impossible. Then there were 2 pretty girls in the same bus-stop. These girls were different from the earlier ones and they had walked from those HDB blocks to the bus-stop with umbrellas. ‘Hey can I borrow one of your umbrellas? You see I’m quite drenched already’ I only thought, but didn’t say a word to them. Before I could make a decision, I saw myself running across the road. Just as I started, the signal also turned green for the vehicles that were waiting on the other end!

I ran faster than I ever did. I could’ve slipped on the wet road or some vehicle might’ve sped through and run over me. Obviously I wouldn’t be sitting here and writing all this on the same day. So you know neither of it happened. I continued to run until I reached the gate where the security personnel would give a long stare.

Without an access card, you just can’t enter the building even if you stayed there for nearly a year. They would demand for some ID proof at-least. The same was not applicable for the back gate which was now closed. I was about to feel sorry once again for myself while my neighbor was coming out of the building and opened the gate with a smile, holding the gate open until I got in. Ah! I’m in, I exclaimed.

I continued to run and got into the lobby when I saw those boys smoking cigarettes. These were the same guys who occupied the pool earlier because of which I went jogging and came back wet. I held both of my middle fingers from popping out and walked past them. Inside the lift I saw myself in the mirror how wet I was and got into my dwelling. When god sent man to earth, why did he leave him homeless I wondered! I was thankful to those men who had invented the idea of a house.

The rains had not stopped and I felt proud of making that decision to run in the rain. But if had the rains stopped I would’ve made a boo boo! Right!?

Beyond...!

‘I was left alone and my mind went blank’

‘Why? What happened?’

‘I don’t know. Something that’s never happened to me before…’

‘So you’re saying you don’t even remember anything about it?’

‘Yeah, all I know is I was sitting there and it was 12 noon. They said they’ll be back and I smiled, I acknowledged. They even cracked a joke and laughed, I didn’t.’

‘Then?’

‘Then they left. I was with myself. Just me and no one, not a thing either. I saw the roof, the floor, outside the window – a sea whose waves danced to the shining noon Sun.’

‘What else?’

‘I looked at all of that, I was wondering, I was at stance. It was all stand-still, like life had paused… I can’t say if my eyes were closed or open, nor what I saw.’

‘And?’

‘… … …’

‘Don’t you remember anything after that? What went on?’

‘No. Nothing until you woke me up.’

‘I’ve woken you up from your stance. Aren’t you mesmerized seeing me? Do you remember when you saw me last?’

‘Yes, I do. Hey, hold on. Are you real? How could that be! It’s not true! I can’t be talking to you… I’m getting nervous, I’m… I’m scared!’

‘No darling! You can’t be. You’re the love of my life and beyond. So what if I’m not alive anymore?’

‘Is it real? Is it a heaven? Have we met once again? Have we re-united?’

‘Yes, we have. Don’t cry, wipe your tears. Touch, feel and embrace!’

‘I love you…’

‘In sickness and health, through life and beyond, we shall be together no matter what. Wherever I go, I take you along.’

‘Amen!’

Tablet

Of course its not those pills or pain killers I'm talking here, I just got a new gift and this time its an Android tablet - Samsung galaxy 7.7

Does it amaze me!? Absolutely! Some dashing display, some great resolution and most of all - a touch response that matches Apple. Well that's the area which Apple devices have always been boasting about. So you've to meet if not beat Apple in this regard.

Needless to say, every other feature of this tablet outperforms all other competitors by a great margin, so why shouldn't I be proud of it! At least for now, I am. And this Swype keyboard has once again managed to surprise me with it's intuition, hats off to the inventor whoever it is.

The blogger app for Android surprisingly is a trash considering this is a google OS. Google please do something about it, I've said earlier that I don't want to migrate to the WordPress.

So far, this tablet experience has been more satisfying than the first hand feel of most of the other gadgets I have had so far, hope this feeling remains :-)

And I should keep posting much more and often, if not I'll look for an app in the Android store that can kick some butt ;-)

Chow for now!
 
Galaxy7.7

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