The metaphoric side....

Recently had to startle into a random trip to my hometown- which is also the best place on earth I know.
Its probably the only place where I have actually grew-up- not literally, but in terms of understanding things better - everything that is not me and myself.

Those several traces of delight-joy-happiness-sorrow-anger-confusion-disgust and the endless list of emotions could be felt in this one place altogether. So every-time on my visit here- I have those sudden realization moments filled with enlightenment. For me its one of those places where on the emotions graph chart several HIGHS and LOWS are noticed. All that is needed or can be done at best is experiencing them all in complete contentment of those emotions.

Oh well! before I get too sentimental and distracted about this magical land which I call mine by all means and methods- will share the sudden realization moment this time around on my trip here-- the art of using language.

There is a peculiarity utilized here in addressing everyone or expressing what you mean to say. One such peculiarity is that you say what you want to say but not directly (Like in hindi its said- ghuma fhira ke kehna). At first I use to be perplexed by the such a methodology but then understood the conversations here- though found them too tedious.

For example if we had to address the king of a province- we use phrases like (having added all the dramatic nuances in the address)- 'the prime royalty of this land' or 'the hereditary sovereign - our majesty'; Or may be something as close to expressing love- 'ohh my dear to heart'--' ..my life could start and end with your existence' and many more of such melodramatic dialogues.

Now whats so new about this- like we all know some or the other kind of language/s and the art of using it is a truly articulate way of communication. That may be true, but we miss out on a fact that in the urge of justifying this art we loose the essence of communication. It is commonly observed in several instances, nothing very new in it, yet very new to me.

With no offence to such an address to the King or such Expressions of Love, the cover up of words with addition of drama is a little too much here. Though why can't we just simply say exactly what we mean to say- like recognize a King as simply as 'KING' or express love by just saying 'Love' and clearly mean it.

What crept me is the fact that the idea of using words in the best way possible we miss out on saying what we actually want to communicate. Allying with the thought,  just when I was talking about the magic of this place I missed out the essence of this realization.

As much comfort that exists into simplicity of words, there is also enough perplexities of them which hides behind the complexity of words. Understanding that well, we always want to stay aloof from such confounding situations (I do that alot of times) . Like we say we want to simplify stuff but end up into complicating it further.
Ironically, this is how we are every where around, we try to say something, end up saying something else and then tend to correct what is said and that which is not said. In the middle of everything, the actual essence or content of communication is lost.

Someday, we might master this art of using a language and its appropriateness. So much so that with all the chaos we can still manage to romanticize with the incidences in various forms and ways (writing this blog could be one of them hahah...), now you know how efficient one could get to be with it ;).

Without stretching it further, it may not be possibly be the best thing to withdraw from this metaphoric side of life we have created for ourselves. But we surely can try to live with a democratic understanding and can utilize as many languages to say what we want to, but make sure to communicate exactly what is meant to be said by using those words and means, just simply say it out (Like in hindi its said- sidhe sidhe keh do). Its just that simple.

P.S. At times a long story is needed to land across a short msg ;) :P

I made a mistake that changed it all

Relations often taken for granted, certainly slip
When it slipped for me, i could hear my heart flip

Never saw myself the way you did,
And when I did, it wasn't enough candid.

Never noticed that 'I' turning into 'us',
Towards the end it just became a little obvious.

Mere ignorance led one thing to another,

Very much in time, it was barred to go further

The day it was outsmarted, judgement took over 

Every other piece of truth was considered to be fragmented.

It could mean nothing to me, but so much more to You
Act of correction is clearly dew

A major part of me was lost,
Thoughts of you overpower into me and I wonder how

Certainly, I made a mistake that changed it all

A stage from which we could just rise, i could only foresee our fall.

To condemn, it shall take me a long way
Shall walk through that to find you again if I may.

"haan toh ji kaise ho.... badhiyaan hi honge!!"

"haan toh ji kaise ho.... badhiyaan hi honge!!"

Like seriously... hum apne aapko yeh ek hi dialogue bol ke din me kitni baar jhoot kehte hai...

But for once genuinely can you mean to answer that question to yourself?

Trust me you will be surprised at the discoveries you make later. 

For me there have been numerous of answers to this same question every time its been asked...

Not that this appears to me only when I'm running low-key. Be it any time ... any day... any emotion... 

Just like any damn thing on earth this question has added sustainability to me in some or the other manner.

Certainly, I happened to learn things this way, by simply questioning myself. 

It may sound weird but I have found this as one of the best ways to self-study... 

I can be wrong and I like to be that way, cause sometimes being wrong is the only right way to be... 

And that was an amazing statement, isn't it!

Oh well... the only fear I have is to drop dead living into monotony of the mundane philosophies once (or may be always) said in general about life...

Not that I have experienced life in certain enormous way but why not!

Each day to its own... It can either be all the way or may be just no way...

Where ever it be... it should bring exuberance to my existence is all I work for...

And I am absolutely clueless to why am I sharing these stuffs, may be its just like those random days-random write-ups!! 
But if you find it interesting let me know your reviews :)   

When words ain't enough

While awaiting…

For a few glimpses of exuberance,

For stepping away from the menace,

For worldly fortune to shower,

For the luck to favor,

For the correct time to occur,

For all that what isn’t there,

The wait wasn’t over;

The wait was just never ever over!

All of it was plainly relinquished with the time passing by…

Oh well... somehow time has that rare quality of ‘keeping itself on a go'...

So make the most of all that you have...

Why, What, How & When... Is it really noteworthy to figure out these questions?

Directing yourself towards something is mostly preferable... 

Though being lost may be considered unauthentic; has a joy of its own kind… 

Several 'ifs' and 'buts' shall come in between your desired way...

Yet there is immensity in existence beyond your desires…

Embrace the view outside the bubble of your reality

Convince your fears; let your ardent desires find their way; not for anything but yourself…

When the forces around the world don't work on you…

Be the ferociousness wanting to work and keep going on that way…

To others your piece of cloth is either untidily sewed or left torn... 

But to you; you at least have that piece of cloth to work your bit on…

So what's the deal with going into a real deep conversation to only reach out for conclusions at the end?

Wouldn’t want to conclude this note… but let you guys hang around with an ongoing thought …

Cause when words ain't enough…

Silence has its own way of speaking!

While fixing it up...!

Couldn't do without sharing this part of a beautiful story I read this morning;

“…climbing a Himalayan mountain in search of a Swamiji seemed like a task. To climb up the mountain was not his kind of activity yet facing all those hustles, difficulties and extremities was surely worthy enough against the quest of knowing the answer to his question, to which he has been in search all this while. As informed by a few, he was asked to greet the Swamiji in a certain way of bowing down in front of him. 

Alas! When he reached that part of the mountain where Swamiji was sitting in his meditativeness… he bowed to him in the way explained, to which the Swamiji opened his eyes and blessed him. Looking at his worn-out condition then, Swamiji asked, “What has got you here?”

With utmost precipitation and excitement the man (in a hurried state with several thoughts rushing into his head) finally could ask his question , “Swamiji, please tell me what is life?”.

By the way this man aged 60… weird that he was asking this question at 60… it should have been asked when he was 6 or may be 16, anyway better late than never. 

Swamiji replied with a blissed smile and sparkled joy in his eyes saying, “Life is a gentle breeze with pleasant scent of jasmine having sparkling dew drops on it!”

This man was baffled with such an answer and said, “But back in my town all these years I was always told that life is like wretched thorns…” 

To that Swamiji, in his response said, “Well then that is what their life was about.”

Indeed true.

To experience LIFE is as simple and joyous as it is to live in it.
But then an attempt to understand life is made and the difficulty begins. All of a sudden it becomes painful like those wretched thorns.

Well if it’s so simple then why don’t we do it the simple way. Guess, the simplicity is certainly hijacked by the Monotony into everything and anything... happening around us. And surprisingly we also refrain to outgrow from it.

It’s in our face on daily basis; that on a certain day we be like ‘we are rolling in hay’ and on other days ‘be in a huff and sulk the way all along’. If the blame game had to be played; infinite contingencies can be inferred to. And if at all you were to take charge of yourself on this note, the reason and solution is none other than just ‘YOU'.

It’s equally interesting and confusing  at the same time. 

To add to it the dramatic shift of choices and chances shall just continue forever and ever... And Of-course that isn't a big deal.

About time this debate between the choices and chances is unwarily ongoing.

However I know that I have definitely managed to reach somewhere than being lost.

Just trying to make sure to be the CHOICE that I would choose to adorn so far. And take-up all the CHANCES them I wished had never given a pass (also I do drop a few of them, the chances which surely are unworthy of taking up ).

It’s eventually all about why and why not?

Repeating it again, LIVE it up! Definitely it’s never you who would find life while searching for it, but its life that hits you hard while you are unknowingly in a fix of fixing-up your own damn thing.  

In my case, I’m surely trying to fix up a few situations and would never give up on my side of search until life dares to confront me!!

That which is not...

Walking through this pathway in broad day light...
nothing could be noticed as far as the view comes into site;

Ain't on fire; still burning in the invincible possibility...

From outside its the questionable visibility;

Devoid of everything which comes with a meaning
yet this void having nothing is bright and beaming;

Remorse fragrance of impassiveness just about in the air...
makes me realize the stance of being alive with a flair;

Strange is the way this feather like touch felt so pleasant...
humming a timeless melody en-lived into an incessant;

Obscure, my identifications happens to dissolve bit-by-bit..
This rare magic resolves; getting me aligned with the existent;

Ridiculous are intentions running through directions those are diverse.
In prayers, to that which is not; 
minuscule me, desires nothing less than the universe of discourse!

Daunting Impression!!!

The damned Inadvertent Society.

Well to be diplomatic and politically correct is like the new in thing. No actually that's the only constant which is being followed. Self goodness is the only mantra… achieved at any cost; it’s certainly fine.

                                                                   

They say find a purpose to life and build your life around it… what if that purpose is taken away without giving any prior intimation. Oh well they merely missed on mentioning about what should be done in such unanticipated situations.

Yet another trouble with these stereotypical attitudes is; if any given happening conducts in their favor its meant to be good but if it doesn’t, its out rightly bad. Like do they even for once look beyond this good & bad nonsense and just accept the thing… situation… person or whatever it is just the way it is.

Sure enough; only that which is wanted is heard; not what is actually being said and meant to be. Ignorants be like “If it’s not mellifluous to one’s interest; it’s absolutely unimportant”; forget about reckoning the overall interests.

And then everybody also has ‘n’ number of expectations from all others around having an exception to themselves. Astonishing is the fact that a precise need of getting these mundane expectations complied with is a must… like literally why.

Funny times are when even if not asked for… some or the other chap definitely provides an advice which accordingly is also the apt solution as well.

Best of those supposed solutions said in a typical cliched manner is ‘Let it all go, destiny will take hold of it… it’s all play of each one’s karma’.

It’s more like giving a bland taste to a really spicy / tangy dish of chole-bhature.

With every day passing by, it seems to be a huge detriment in the quality of minds surrounded or may be being developed around and lived in. Ain’t this value decree awkwardly affecting our lifestyles and us particularly very evident? 

Burbling out all of the above at once looks to be haphazard; maybe it is so as well.

Not that this society or people or situations are new to me or anyone else but it does brings way more of perplexed curiosity in me, a lot of it overflowing for now. 

Surprisingly all the citations mentioned is just not enough… and can never be so; there’s always so much more to it, there is definitely so much more in the name of society.

But is there any way out to hold this abundant flow of all sewn up emotions?

While on the other end, to me all of these simply insert a set of copious daunting impressions into my head to fight along.

Ohh well! The main question is that, ‘In the name of letting it all go away; are we skipping over the crux of liveliness?

Or maybe is it all even worth it?

On that note...my words just come out this way:

while simply going with the flow...

life turns down its speed to extreme low!! 

those unsaid dreams come to be  true...

what was real turns into an hue!!

what is it all about this illusion...

is it an anxiety or confusion!!