Ex-fan

Ganesh Chaturthi is one such festival that takes over the whole of Mumbai for ten days. I'm not a big fan of bappa or any other Gods for that matter but this year he just appeared too cute to me. And with all these past years spent in this city, I'm probably just habitual to saying Morya as soon as I hear Ganpati Bappa. What I observed this year was kids deeply involved in this ceremony taking advantages to enjoy to the fullest. With the official alloted government holidays, it has gotten more power to them. Cheering till their throats reach the point of saturation, over-excitement, the ganpati dance, everything is beyond any limitation. Having said that, I have a complaint against myself for growing up. Losing the fun and excitement for Ganesh Chaturthi is something I cannot digest though it's only because of my loss in faith in all these Gods for I've known that Nature is a better God and when I say that, I don't think the Gods will be offended too.

Plan it all!

Life is cruel most of the times. It blames and punishes us even when it isn't our fault. Not everytime, but a lot of times. The odd thing about it is you can't even fathom the pain it causes. Deep down, you want to correct it but you don't because up in the head, you do know, life is a better planner than you are. So, you let it plan having faith in it and wait for yet another event when it ruins it all for you.

Sixth sense

People talk about using their sixth sense when we can't even use our five correctly and adequately enough to help us with our daily lives. Apparently, I see that mothers have this so-called sixth sense. When talking about mothers, it's all different. Different in such a way that you'll have to become a mother to understand their point of view. Nonetheless, the sixth sense these mothers have is really worth a watch. Here's why.
Not recently enough, I was traveling by the train. An elderly woman, probably in her mid-fifties, was seated beside me. She was pathetically tensed and it was all over her face. She was constantly panting and sweating out of her then unknown tension. Out of pure curiosity, I asked her whether what was so wrong with her that she was in such bad conditions. She nearly gazed me for quite sometime and then in a unusual tone answered that she was worried about her son. I further asked for why she was worried and she only said that it was because she felt so. Abruptly, our train halted with a jerk and she was hurt by a screw and bleeding. The next moment her daughter-in-law called and said that her son had met with an accident. They lived in the USA. She kept crying while her whole conversation on the phone. After hanging up, all I could do was watch her with a shock on my face. And she pretty much noticed it. I asked myself whether how was this even possible and she answered my unspoken question,“I am a mother.” and left.

Dispatching the flouncy

Unconsensually, I'm fleeting away with time. Not by the way I probably should but hopefully faster. It's more unusual because it's coming so inherently into me. Not that I disapprove of it but it just gets weirder and weirder in a way. It's like being on period everyday. Emotions having a full roller coaster ride. Dealing with something or the other everyday on my own. Gaining a little pain by losing someone and yet feeling happier. Maybe, it's all dependent of how satisfaction is ruling me. I don't know if there's somebody in the outer world feeling the same, going through the same shit for it's really shitty. Shitty enough to ruin some things for good or for bad. This whole feeling is too complicated to be expressed but I've been too much in the shell others believe me to be in. Trying to come out of it is like taking a whole new leap ahead. Also, it isn't trivial. People I'm emotionally going far from are the ones who soothed me once upon a time. Likewise, people I'm going away with are the new center of my universe. The most appealing thing about the latter lot is I'm sure I never have to walk away from them. They're going to be the center of my universe until death do us apart and only if death succeeds to.

Guarantee

We all wish to receive this guarantee from anything and everything in life. However, it's pretty near to being impossible. There's absolutely nothing in this world that guarantees to exist or get destroyed for that matter. Nature has set a limited time and purpose for everything. However, for some or the other reason, we are all unknown to it. Even humanity can't be claimed to be guaranteed these days let alone anything other humanly. That's how much guarantee isn't given. Neither to us. Neither to life or death.

Happy little creatures and their world

Nothing really kicks off the innocence kids have. They and their penguin walk in the coloured raincoats. Makes me smile beyond any boundary. Also, they never cease to amaze me. So, today, while I'm in the bedroom surrounded by my new novel and it's addiction over me, I hear two kids who might be barely 6 wandering their way back from school and singing Jana Gana Mana... (The National Anthem) and dancing to it. May not sound very patriotic of them but these innocent creatures sounded so happy singing and dancing to it that I couldn't help but smile at their innocence. The innocence comes just so inherently into these kids. And they were really loud which makes me view that they had no fear, no responsibility, just happy little creatures who sang what they knew and what they could.

People

What do I tell about people? They represent themselves in a better way. Various people, various thinking, various living, various everything. Out of all these people, I like the positive and happy ones. No, not those who are happy but those who choose to be happy. That thin line between the two makes me like the latter more. Why? Because they chose it and I love their decision. We meet people who are cribbing about their life even if there's nothing to crib about it but this happy lot, even if they have everything to cry about, they choose to be happy. These are the people who actually live. While the rest of us, we are just taking life as it comes. If you belong to the happy people, I salute and love you and wish you get happier but if you're the others, rise and shine and fit in to be happy!

The not-so little things

The little things that matter aren't very little. They are the root of all good and bad. Of how much we speak, we've broken all records. The tongue doesn't stay under control anymore. It's more good than bad in some situations. Though, if it turns out bad in any, you must know you aren't wise enough to use it yet. Keep the judgemental thoughts to yourself. And for that matter, don't judge! Makes things a lot easier. It happens very seldom that one is sure of what he speaks and the outcome of all of it. Moreover, many of us don't even know what we speak anymore. It's not the language you must blame, but the thinking. We live in the most advanced and updated century and still have a limited thinking. (Breaks my heart!) The judgements, the immorality, all this we still hug and broad mindedness, reality is what we have kept far. Needless to say, our tongues don't mind our not-so happening business anymore.
I warn you. Don't dare blame any language or culture! Blame yourself. And stand up to change it.

The Heart

Don't put the head in your heart, let your heart be on its own. It's capable enough to do so. It's capable enough to make you live your life, let alone happily. Your head knows that, it's just scared to let the heart be on its own for it might be hurt or scarred. But guess what? Your heart can take it all! Considering this, let it be. Let it beat. Loud and clear.

Live

Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had? Precisely, nothing. It's okay if you don't have a job to lose, it's okay if you don't have a degree to portray, what's important is the knowledge you gained and how much wisdom you acquired, out of life and it's acquaintances. How you learnt the ways to live, even if survival is your living. Be lucky enough to have that for some don't even know of the life you speak. Eventually, you'll know, how to live than just survive.

Oh, the comfort!

Oh, the comfort—the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts, nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them—keep what is worth keeping— and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. Oh, that comfort!

History

Does history repeat itself, the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce? No, that's too grand, too considered a process. History just burps, and we taste again that raw-onion sandwich it swallowed centuries ago. It just makes us realise how lucky or unlucky we were to not be a part of it. Accordingly, it gives us the sweet or bitter taste which stays with us long enough, until, one day we make our own history.

But still like air, I'll rise!

“You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.”
-Maya Angelou

It's how perfectly these few lines tell us what we've been wondering all our lives. It's not how many complications or difficulties block your way, it's just how you rise above them all. Don't mistake this for optimism. It's real. It's the reality we all fear to face although we do know that one day or the other it'll face us and then, there won't be a choice but to face it too.