The Chaddi Buddies :)

Most oft then not, we meet people in life who cling on to us, like necessary evils, subsequently, mutate as most essential part of us. They unravel the chunk which remains concealed from self. They invade us while we are in a state of dormancy, disoriented, desolated et al! I am cuing towards relations that are made by us, which we choose, those that are enforced not, but guided by heart. You don't think twice when it comes to being with your best friends...unspoken words comprehended, unheard voices of soul hearken, comforting shoulders to rest on, tears to wipe off, smiles to tickle, love unconditioned! 

So, this is dedicated to those two angels who have been around through thick & thin. Nevertheless, I have an entire list of fav people to count upon, there is something special that bind three of us together. Or so to say, we complement each each and to take it a step further, I would say, we are 'married' to each other :)

Three different souls, from varied walks of life, discrete personalities, yet a common approach towards life - attainment of happiness. Nonetheless, there is nothing peculiar about it, however, the sense that connects us is overwhelming! So, who says two's a joy, while three's a crowd? Well! I have many referral points to prove that quote wrong! 

The filmy soul that I carry, would not refrain from depicting few cases in point - Dil Chahta Hai, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, Kai po che. All three are focused around three people connected with one soul. So, what connects us so well? I would say, it's the sheer respect for space that we give each other. Not to impinge or 'dig into' what we wish to keep under wraps, yet understand and be there with each other when need be...In fact, always!

Like every relation, we do have our bit of highs and lows. Notwithstanding, emotions purest pure bind us like Fevicol :) Fortunate to have them in life, who give me reason to smile!

Spilled beans

In a constant search,
I fiddled with fate,
muddled with life,
& ultimately stumbled
upon reality,
that it was,
which shrieked of nothing,
but the truth,
that was cognized well,
& palpated too!
Not too long back,
when intuitive energy in me,
guided to light that shone bright,
blind-folded with its fiercely fire,
choked & stifled my breath,
which pulsated in pulse of time, 
spoke of what head agreed upon,
while the heart decided to dissent,
poised, yet pining,
for congruence,
to what had been envisaged,
& to my utter bewilderment,
or so not,
in fact, existed in real
Prayers heard, patience rewarded
all that loomed large,
with pricky pricks,
now subsided,
fast and quick!
Streaks are peeking again,
while darkness has given  way
to brightness
state of art or fate that time has cart?
all that had remained within,
for a long time now,
had to unmask and come out in open
The restless heart that whined,
now contained with self-introspection,
and all that reamins,
is only the truth absolute!

Mumbaiya in making or Delhiite still baking?

Most oft then not, we are confronted with directions when we are compelled to make choices, which are beyond realms of acceptance. Yet, we follow suit...or rather, we have to...when choices are limited, or to say, NONE!. Quite interestingly though, a matter of time or space is all it takes to accept, adjust and gradually accommodate where we find ourselves. Being an optimist, I look ahead at brighter side of life. But, nonetheless, peek into what was left behind too. For it gives baggage full of memories to anchor on to. It takes one to the alley which once bustled with joy, now rests in retrospection. The case in point is, my transition in full swing, which swept my being in the year gone by. Yes, it is none other than dispatch of this soul from saddi Delli to Aamchi Mumbai! The events that followed, or rather 'flowed' were indispensable.


Flashback! In retrospection...a year back...The minaret stood tall and peeked through the bushes as the metro hastily moved from Guru Dronacharya to reach Qutub minar. Thus, bringing back reminiscences of a city beautiful, as wordless expressions, which had charmed me from the day I found myself in its lap. The perennial ambit of lush, tastefully crafted concrete, hotbed of manifold 'haute' & 'hatke' culture curry, the brash/ 'dabang' attitude of the masses it shelters, and blah...blah...blah, rushed my consciousness, while the score that ran in my head was 'Yeh Dilli hai mere yaar, bas ishq mohabbat pyaar' And the moving metro came to halt, while i rushed out to 'wrap up' my responsibilities at work & to gear up for a new venture. Mournful, nervous, angst, evasive, resentful and a flurry of emotions ran through my head. Unsure of where I was heading to, dubious of what life had in store, somehow, I wished time stopped and I didn't have to move an inch! But, time has its own pace. So, before I could realize, I was in a new city! This was bygone...I left behind a lot, or so to say, it took away a piece of my heart, which still beats in 'dilli' :) No wonder I feel the same warmth whenever I revisit my haven. To an extent that it makes me wonder, is it the people or the place that is close to heart? Well, no dichotomy in that...its perhaps both!


So, the new chapter unfolded. I found myself choked in a relatively cramped space, overcrowded with people in every possible inch of the city. Mumbai local stood no where close to the lavishness of Delhi metro, roads were namesake - potholes gave a bumpy ride; thus made me crib against' world-class' infrastructure of my ex-beau! A constant stink from God-knows-where/ what enveloped the city (of chemicals, gutter or marine life, I knew not). In a nutshell, the city failed to entice me in its promos! But, wait...there was a lot in store, which changed my perspective forever!


The 'ex-city' had to be revisited, not once, but many-a-times in last one year, to realize that 'everything happens for a reason' and 'there is always a silver-lining behind a darkened cloud'. The events that followed, were thus...When I was in Delhi last week, and happened to travel somewhat late in the evening, as my work demanded so, I stumbled upon a group of lechers...who, like they say, raped with the obnoxious stares. I was suddenly taken aback since I had never come across such incidences of hostility in this city, which is considered as 'the most unsafe city for women'. So, when I reached my destination and hurried to my friend's place, I asked myself, 'Had I ignored such encounters earlier? And why was that?' On mulling over a bit more, I apprehended that when you really love someone/ something, you tend to overlook the negatives that it might bear. As an extension, my love for the ex-city, had blind-folded my perception about the current city. Perhaps  I could realize this when I mapped the experience with Mumbai. I am not saying that this city is free from such animals. However, I never felt as unsafe here..even when I traveled alone, late in the night. So, what is with a city? Contemplating still!


Anyhow, I have accepted the fact that loomed large - live in the present! Embrace reality, whether it is about accepting people or places. And finally, the million dollar question...'Mumbaiya in making or Delhiite still baking?' Well! I would prefer a blend of both :) Or rather, accept the positives of both the cities and discount the 'unpleasantness'!

Sounds of silence

Mulling over a question,
which caught my fancy,
articulated responses,
or echoed silence convey best,
all that we wish to express?
thus, I apprehended,
layered & subtle,
since language is,
silence thence,
is not an impediment,
rather an enhancer,
for communication effective,
it punctuates & accentuates,
& no wonder,
it can artfully alter words
consequently, silence is,
an essential part of communication,
has a speech of itself,
reckoning symbolic meanings,
from time & space,
to contexts that vary,
hostility, enthusiastic & displeasure,
at times,
then in times other,
patience, delight or thoughts deep,
my lobes hear what not,
eyes see what not,
& feelings feel what not,
only, in a constant endurance,
embracing stillness,
since it says a lot,
and hence,
I hear the sounds of silence!

Muse

Comfortably perched on a stone that lay before vastness of sea, she gazed at the horizon, where sun played amidst wafting mass that floated persistently. Seemingly thus, triggering her thoughts to a direction where real met surreal, lifting her spirit from rocky roads to a terrain tranquil. Nonetheless, the soul hovered in void, emptied by her sense of being, and, toppled over a bit of factual dossier too!

Marvelling and amassing life that had bemused her, at instances varied, or most of which she carried, remained like scattered pieces of a crossword puzzle. Her futile endeavor to collect and arrange them back thus, disheartened her. The tryst with fate, which had contained her in times other, now, pricked sharp! Moreover, a questioning and intriguing mind that she bore, relentlessly looked out for dope more. Altered what and remained what not, was all this a charade? Persistent to fetch answers to queries which were unending, she was now blank of the core question itself. Would transmigrating to nascence reconcile or consistent interrogations heed sequence?

As she unfurled her dark deep eyes, and glanced at the overcast, the mystique seemed to unfold before her. The sun which played in the vista had set in, gone on a deep slumber. No bright rays of hope to look ahead to, but sombre setting to linger. While she was in thought terrain, the landscape turned unto gloomy and impalpable. So, nothing remains the same, she realized. Things and people change for good or bad. Howbeit, comforts self that the streaks would befall again, when dusk gradually gives way to dawn.

Commotion

The pangs that linger,
have a bearing in the past,
that altered its course,
really fast,
raced against time,
& headed to humdrum,
far from being prime,
like a riddle, it unfolded,
away from fictional,
unto conventional,
that loomed large,
in the sound realities of life,
a pocket full of soul was it,
or mere foul play,
engineered to maneuver,
focused to tarnish,
till it scattered,
like a castle of cards,
the stars once shone,
now dim,
muddled in a quagmire,
forlorn with conditions,
that besiege,
with a threat,
to defile & defame,
imprisoned within self,
with an enclosure,
that duress,
if ruptured, 
render future bleak,
grim & soot,
thus & so,
eventually make it moot,
headstrong or heartweak?
linger on or call it a cessation?

 

 



 

Facade

Mystic eyes, holding a lot,
evidences artfully burried & bolt, 
yet beam of sunlight,
when she smiles,
assured all, fathom none,
albeit, reality as it is,
revealing would lead to upheaval,
fraction of seconds,
is all it would haul, 
to chunk down to shards,
nescience ergo is euphoric,
adumbrate scoop of reality,
treasured truths, darkest deep,
remitting travesty,
to armor self,
fenced & thickened,
reticent &circumvent,
let it tuck-in,
& poise inside,
lest a reckless ride in the rain,
drench self &
storm others too,
in pangs of pain,
& twinge of  annihilation,
a flashing dawn though it was,
groping  & gloomy,
now it is,
so, why the hue, why the cry,
when all that was,
is now a passe,
spasmic attacks of realism,
quash vitality, somber certain,
howbeit reposeful amen,
arise & awaken!