Monday, March 20, 2017

Inland...

Blue as eyes hiding a zillion emotions,
innumerable secrets,
Since time immemorial,
or it may seem…

Figured it all out…
its niche,
height of waves,
depth of words…
friends on the shore,
foes in stars,
changing seasons,
color of leaves fallen,
reflections of beauty,
dissolutions of blood,
sails of love,
rods of malice,
blazing suns
and frozen surfaces…

Judged them all alike
Enlightened monk of waters…





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Hues of abstraction...
blackened depths...
shallow beaches...
highs and lows...
mood swings of tides...
Followed helplessly...
capricious moon...
Anchored whims, 
tied down directions,
adrift waves,
ignorant abode...
dead Ships, 
forgotten mysteries,
cruel salts submissive...

Filling drop by drop with tears...
Stormy Impatient Oceans...







P.S : Still flowing like impatient oceans...condensing clouds...wannabe lakes...






Friday, March 17, 2017

Bong Colors...


“You are religiously and legally mine” … And the rainbow vibes of change gets spluttered all aroundthat sensation of transition, those beautiful fluttering butterflies in stomach, that numbness when you have a zillion thoughts and don’t know which one to single out and concentrate on…

The sounds of hulhuli is accompanied by blowing of shankh(conch shell) warding off evil spirits, signaling for the beginning of a new season, its growing red shoots marked with passion. Colorful thermocol tattwas are being decorated with that enormous fish embellished with gold ring, seasonal fruits and ever-so-deliciously-famous bengali sweets. The heavy toys like sacred tattvas are being carried off downstairs in festive spirit by family and friends with childlike excitement. Visibly uncomfortable with all this noise and confusion, and more so for being dressed in a 3 piece - "towel, vest and Dhuti", the groom stands in a corner and acts responsible by sending off the gifts just in time for his bride's Gaye Holud





Months of courtship stand in between like a beautiful journey.  A wish that was granted, a dream that came trueHe could not ask for moreThat “perspective match”, “friend”, “best friend”, “guide”, “special someone”, “fiancee” now ready to become “lifeHe wonders how meanings change over timeOnce “aunty” is becoming “Mom”, once “uncle” wants to be called “Dad”...everybody wants to know how he feels but words are failingpeople assume he might just be too happy to say anything, but that happiness is not able to sort itself into what to tell whom…

So there are more than 256-value palette (2^8 = 256) colors possible. And that my friend, you only know when you look at all these vibrant saaris. Who knew he was remotely capable of noticing these details! 5 hours of patience to get the ladies of the house all dressed and ready to go, and while struggling through Kolkata's narrow streets, we proceed... Or as they call it, The Bor Jatri...

There have been transitions, from prep to school, to college, to a new city, to a new job, new people, new countriesbut this one is HUGEThough he knew this from like years… he fantasized in like a thousand dreamsThe plan was ready, all setBut still it feels like time has run extremely fast, that he is only a kid, mom scolding while he adamantly keeps playing cricket out in the scorching sun… how can this happen so fast…

Bliz, Glitters, Shimmers and flashes. Stars wont illuminate the night sky today, reflections from this wedding lights decorations will. Seated at the Chadnatolla, waiting for a glimpse of her...Dude! this anxiousness will be captured on Camera!... And this struggle to act levelheaded will also be captured in pictures, recorded in videos and whispered in hearsay...
Lo and Behold, here she comes, beautiful as if descended directly from heavens, how would he ever manage to concentrate on anything else but her... 

Two pairs of beautiful eyes go blank and their reflection in the camera lenses inform everyone clearly that sleep won’t come to them for many many days to comeThe water-proof makeup sustaining in spite the heat of Kolkata feels like the most awaited touchThe swing on the stage welcomes them to sway between the past and the future, between old and the new relationships, between apprehensions and anticipations…





Is this tradition of Saat Paak influenced by Sun and Earth or Earth and Moon? I wonder. 
In any case, its for ever and ever, and so we bless this love, association and holy matrimony to be... Witnessing Mala Badal and the final emotional ceremony of Sindoor Daan, we say goodbyes and commence our journey back to Bengaluru...


Like me, they keep pondering over thoughts and questions, only to conclude that this was destined to happenfor best...And then again, they try not to drown into the future written in depths of their eyes, but in the sounds of hulhuli, fragrance of love, and clicks of cameras all around…








Thursday, February 2, 2017

Aloof... & (but?) Blessed...

Its not in stars to hold my destiny.
Its not in me to tell yours..
I forgo all if s and buts…
I forgo all worldly pleasures…

None of that matters…

Coz no, I’m not lucky… I believe, I am BLESSED…

Perspective...

She decided to protect the future from stagnant things...
Things which appeared to move in opposite direction…

So what if it was she, who moved on…
So what if she would be blamed for having the wrong perspective…

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Under Construction



Nothing but life,
No One but us,

Somethings but love,
Somewhere but here,
Sometime but then, 

In whirlpools of CHANGE,

Life and Relations,
Resolves and Resolutions,
Strategies and Plans,
confusions and uncertainties,
YOU and ME

UNDER CONSTRUCTION...

P.S.
Building a home not house...of dreams and hopes...Friends Welcome...

P.P.S
Coz Time is the biggest future teller.


Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Thursday, October 6, 2016

On a trail of novel beginnings...

A youngster smitten by the splendor of nature’s bounty, sky piercing mighty mountains, crazy photographers, a resolve to reach and kiss the pure water laden cloud at the top, and perseverance of a newbie who just refused to give up…

We spice up the story with…compassion, m├ętier, resolve, friendships, having our meals sitting in the lap of mother earth, from her immense cooking pots directly to our taste buds, a sky full of thousand times the number of stars any of we city kids had ever seen and a creepy red viper snake…And what we get, is perfect foretelling of the story “Kudremukha” - The Horse Headed Hill…

And so we 6 started on a beautiful trekking adventure, roughly 6 hours away from the jostling city of Bengaluru, in a Toyota Innova at the dead of the Bengaluru city Friday party night...And off we went, through the beautiful highways, followed by swirling and stomach turning roads of the Ghats section and finally followed by a Jeep ride through the most difficult swampy road till our homestay (Mahindra, Take a Bow!!!)..

And thus commencing the trek… 18.4 miles… scorching sunny, then shady, and then rainy, uphill and downhill, sweaty, then breezy, stony, then muddy… quenching our thirst directly from the sweetest and purest spring waters, taking our strength from the mesmerizing views of the fog laden hills and running our way through the damp trails from leech attack!!!

Nobody trips over mountains…It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble…Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find, you have crossed the mountain…

And so we crossed it, only to revive our strength with yummazing food and star studded new moon’s night sky, complete with millions of twinkling stars, clear and complete with all astronomical patterns, to be forever imprinted on our memories… 

After local sightseeing next day from the water-falls and dams and feeling blessed at various famous temples of the region, as we were nearing our city life, we found ourselves not quite ready to believe that it’s over… 

But then the best realization was still yet to come… 
“We crossed the mountains of apprehensions, bathed in the pool of waters shimmering with novel beginnings…” And it’s surely an end of one story, but a beginning of MANY… 
  

Perfect Planning, Management, Modesty, Kannada Translations and Enthusiasm credits: Vijaya Srikara
Perseverance, resolve, determination and exemplary sportiness of a first time trekker credits: Nikita Jain 
Display of friendship, compassion and selfless support to the group and true true awesomeness credits: Sushant Vernekar 
Route guidance, bypassed Chickmagaluru sightseeing, creepy survival story of red viper snake attack, persistence of trekking barefoot and management support credits: Vinay Shivanna
Perfect Photography even without a professional camera, identification of red viper snake and willpower credits: Sai Chaitanya
And finally, Memories Preservation Credits: Shivani Shastri


P.S. I wrote another blog with same title, back in Pune...
So these are called phases for a reasons, they repeat themselves...