Dandelions in the wind.....

I admit...I am so preoccupied by the present that my mind flees like a monkey.From thought to thought it jumps with the agility of a mountain goat.It does not mean that the past doesn't get hold of me.It does at times...when the mind is lulled by a seeking serenity,it decides to take a dip in the overclouding thoughtful deluge.I wish at times if i could have Dumbledore's pensieve. A large container in which you can store your memories.No..not just store, it should also serve me like how it served the master of Hogwarts.I should be able to see myself in it; a me .. a long time ago. Pick out on a particular memory and fly on the wings of remembrance.It would be simply an out of the world experience to delve into those years and live again in the folds of a lovely memory.

Well...my mind has just proved its mettle. I was trying to admit that i had neglected my blog for a certain considerate period of time albeit the ubiquitous truth that i have been jobless for the past 5 months. I can certainly give vainglorious reasons of accustoming to a new city,people and life and as vain the reasons are I'm still in search of an answer . An answer as to why i did not resort to the cathartic rejuvenation of my soul by penning out my thoughts. As i did admit earlier...

'yes...',my mind is completely immersed in the chaotic sea of present.. that my blog of the past took some time to crawl its way into my head. Life over the past months has been a hotch-potch of miscellaneous activities; joyous..pleasant..bland..unpleasant and sad. People ask me how i find my new life and the new city... I tell them i am happy. I would have had a myriad of occasions to fatten my bank balance if id stayed back and a consolation that I am closer to home. But i chose to get away. Away from a lot of prying ,pretense swabbed eyes of many they call society. I also got away(read not exactly) from being closer in proximity to a mother whose soul ambition in life, if i recall.. was to get me married off. Yes,that's true..i really believe my mother's very purpose of existence was to bring me up so that one day i can be a blushing garlanded bride ready to accept marriage vows and litter the human race with combined inputs. So..i just ran away from a whole life of somebody's dreams. Now the dreams have acquired crinkled edges and they are mouldy like an old once-lovely photograph. Yet here i am ..quite contented and happy.

Well...here it went again..the good old monkey...fleeting thoughts its prerogative. So..without much ado let me promise to myself that i shall begin to pen my thoughts more often. Let the oxymoron run his charades in my totally oxymoronic world. Do you know something...? One of the earliest memories of mine is me wishing to be locked up in the school library so that i could read throughout the night. Though the thought process eventually included a then-crush as i entered my teens ,the arena of the lock up never varied. It was still a romantic tryst in the middle of books. "Ooh so corny now"..But then, it was a fodder for a lot many dreams of starry love. The mother part was on the rampage even then by flicking my books and hiding them away behind motherly places (the cupboards,kitchen shelves,under the gas stove). The reason alluded to my staying up long into the night reading ,even after the lights were switched off and on an accusation of relative gravity ,that i hid books inside large text books when pledging allegiance to studies. I recall ..One night just as i was barely breathing ,gripped by the adventure that was enfolding before my eyes ..translating in my mind ...my books were lost in the sudden coup d'etat and curfew was declared by mommy General. Into the night,i was badly badgered by the thought of the five falling into the enemies trap..that i sought the help of a lonely firefly which had wandered its way into my room...Would you believe it...? I actually managed to read a few pages in the incandescence the glow worm spared.

Ohh..There it jumped again...From stone to stone...The mind of mine...But here i am..After covering many a milestone...Quite changed..A lot different from that little girl who read with fireflies..Nevertheless...I still do have this disposition of a child's wherein my mind fleets from thought to thought. Owing to this...many a  grievance i have heard ..Many a remark. But i guess i am happy this way... To sojourn with a sorrow or happiness ...Not to be entirely depressed or gloat over a situation...I shall let them all pass...Skip from thought to thought until i find myself happy...I wait for a cool breeze to blow my thoughts into the air..And let them hover there....Like dandelions in the wind...For i have set my sails and I'm waiting for the wind to take me wherever it goes....

THE D(ooms)IWALI DAY

India has always glorified to be the land of celebrations ,cultures and a carnucopia of assortments that follow with each of those.I always loved em...these indian celebrations..whether it be holi,pooja,onam,diwali.... (thanks to the diversity we have no ends to this list).But as i pen these words my worlds been shaken by tumultous activists around me....

Nah...not terrorists or jihadis who have suddenly decided to have an onslaught upon this naive poor girl.Nooo.....Not our antique musuem piece politicians and their thugs.they certainly not include guerilla fighters.But the protagonists who r currently ripping my world apart and make me curse every bone in their body are a bunch of kids....and their goons named mummy daddy..pata patti..uncle aunty!!!What in the world..u may say...but thats the truthe..the truth alone and nothing but the truth.
I was woken up some n hrs back..in the wee hours of morning..to the sounds of warfare..is the world comin to an end...is it the so called hallowed doomsday thats finally arrived to take its rightful place??Earthquake...??yes the windows r shaking tooo.....The thoughts clouded in on a sleepy mind to obsure the reality....What the hell...Ishouted to the large form on the other side..
Its Diwali........ohh....ohhhhhhhh......ohhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

Diwali in my part of the world was a nice red colored day on the calendar when you had no school no college,, absolutely fantastic day to laze around.. Sporadic farts of crackers to be heard in the distance..lil sparkling lamps lighted at homes n a day like any other .Welll,,,,...grass is never the same on both sides.
Here they go again...thunderous ear splitting roars of crackers .Sounds of a thousand machineguns ricochetingoff my walls....little boys and little gals reminiscent of the little boy and fat man .. oOOh..there it comes another loud series ...Bang Bang bang ....Bang bang into my house.. Bang bang into my ears.... Bang bang into my sleep.Ihave a half mind to wander down in this semi sane state, grab hold of a bunch and shove petrol down their mouths..well...now you realise its the situations that brings out the animal in you....you really cant blame these hard core cruel molestors then...maybe they burst crackers in his face tooo.......

Well..before i antrez into the ever bourgeoning world of child molestors let me throw light on the point to be stressed...festivals and occassions can be fun maximo..but not when you are being a huge pain in the arse...Live and Let live...Touche!!!!!!

No Nuke......

I am all alone and lonely.

My greenery has withered and died around me.

My dense foliage (canopy) once a refuge to several beautiful beings.

Now reduced to a mass of broken bony twigs.

A while ago, I was alive with the sounds of a thousand birds.

Mornings, they murmured into my ears, sweet awakening melodies.

Nights, they coaxed me to sleep with their lullabied sonatas

Reptiles, rodents and insects played their games on my robust hands

And happily I gave them the proud fruits I bore.

But today I am all alone and lonely.

Like the shining sun which disappears over the horizon, daily bringing
a blanket of darkness.

My little friends went away, shutting the happy light out of my life (eyes).

My life is not the same anymore.

I can feel the solitude creep into my core and making me weak.

My limbs which endured a many storm.

Now crack up at the cold red wind that blows.

But i know they will return, my dear friends.

Back to me and to my new green shoots of hope (life)

Till then here I wait...all alone and lonely.


little does the tree know that his friends have all long gone before him.

that the scalding rays will soon complete the circle of death

when our mother earths womb is bestowed with natural energy
why do we,her children err upon her!!!

say no to nuclear energy