Sunday, 30 October 2016

The reflection of lights.

Since it's officially past twelve, Happy Diwali! The day went by in a blur and finally after four consecutive days of swipe, dusting and cleaning, everything looks sparkly clean. It is as if my house is dancing with joy and content because of cleaned shelves, organized wardrobes, fresh crisp curtains, new bed sheets, aromatic candles etc. Not only my house but I am too feeling good.

Settled now on my dining table for writing a blog post, the time seemed to have come to a halt unlike the speed it sprinted during the day with! But it feels nice and soothing, this time of night. The fragrance of those candles is still floating in the air. Some houses outside still are flickering with colorful lights. World is asleep yet it feels as if it can burst into a celebration any minute. Such is the ambiance of Diwali. Its magic hardly ends.

Having said that, isn't it healthy to hold onto a few things sometimes? Like Diwali. It brings lights. A glowing Diya can enlighten any face. Like those colorful lights. They show how many rainbows life has hidden in its utility room and clicks the right color on right time only. Look at those beautifully lit houses. No matter the shade of paint, put a streamline of lights and there you go! Everything turns into a beauty. Does a smile not do such a job? Put it on and even the dullest face can go the most beautiful. Like those fresh crisp curtains, a sense of newness give a freshness to the mind. Cleaned and organized shelves say to stay tidy and precise. Tough but possible. Bursting crackers bring laughter and deliver more oxygen to the blood. Diverse Rangolis add creativity and bring people together. Sweets and delicacies are little crackles being enjoyed the most. And how come we can forget the actual message it is based upon:

Friday, 28 October 2016

Memories make you good, just like love.

There is an old movie made in 1998 named Pyaar To Hona Hi Tha starring Kajol and Ajay Devgan. The movie is the remake of French Kiss. There is this dialogue in the movie delivered by a police inspector (enacted by legendary Om Puri) that is still fresh in my mind:

हर इंसान को ज़िन्दगी में एक बार प्यार ज़रूर करना चाहिए।  ये उसे अच्छा  बना देता है।

Which, if translated in English, will come as:

Every person should fall in love at least once in life. It makes him good!

Makes sense, right? Yes. Love makes you good. It gently pushes you to do good deeds as well as reminds to not to do anything that can hurt your beloved. After all, the heart matters!

Since that time, I too believed love is the only thing that makes you good, makes you feel angelic. But today...another thing got listed -  Memories. Well, I didn't know there was a list!

Let's go for a roller coaster ride and let me explain you this there. Buckle up, brace yourself and here we go...

Thursday, 27 October 2016

No steel bridge in the city!

When the world goes to sleep, a writer's heart slowly new ideas, adventures and to a place where no one exists except the writer.

I am looking at the moon hung out of my window on the wall of sky. Stars too are there, a few ones but they are there. May be they are the friends of moon, not ready to leave him alone in the play ground. And that can be one of the purest examples of friendship: to stay as well as to never let go.

Anyway, this morning when I was watching news, I got to know about the steel bridge the government wants to make in the city. And not only wants to but it is desperate! Two things:

  • Just to save 7 minutes out of the traffic jam, ~1800 cr. INR will be the expenditure, and
  • Around 800 trees will sacrifice themselves to pave way for VVIPs. 

And I thought our government was brainy and sensitive!

Clearly, this project is unhealthy! So I am also as much against the creation of such ultra-expensive nature-killing project as much the rest of Bangalore junta. And why steel? It will get hot during summers and will also slurp more money. Truly speaking, this steel bridge project should be abandoned and a skilled plan for a better transport must be introduced instead. Four people on four bikes can accommodate into a car or more buses and cabs can be introduced. More option are there that can turn our beloved city more beautiful and pollution free.

Anything but this steel bridge.

Thousands of people have signed the petition to prevent the project. I am also thinking to find the website and file my own. This post is also a contribution to the ongoing protest. Because I genuinely believe that the steel bridge will do much harm to our city and its people than to provide some comfort. And when something hogs more than it gives, well, I don't need to tell what one should do.

Stop it!

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

What is PINK? And BLUE?

(P.S. It's eleven at night and I feel like cooking Maggi but I refrain, waiting for the hunger to become its own complimentary.)

There is this news that my husband told me a few hours ago. He did not mention the place and other details but said this:

'A teenage girl had a fight with her mother and then she left the house, thinking to live independently somewhere away. She took a train to some place where two auto-rickshaw drivers cajoled and consoled her aching soul and promised her to get a job and good life. She agreed.'

The moment I heard that she had accepted the offer, I knew what was coming next nevertheless let my husband complete himself.

'46 days!! They kept doing it with her for 46 days!!'

In spite of knowing the upcoming my mouth fell open. Every time a girl is being handled in an unacceptable way, it never ceases to stun me.

A movie has also been released a few weeks ago titled PINK. It's a very powerful creation. I haven't watched it but intend to do it some time. Initially and like many, I took the title as in girls' favorite color because the movie is based on crime against women. But later upon reading an article (click to read), I came to know what PINK actually means and that stunned me too. Here is the definition, in case you get curious. I am using it from the article:

'Slang – the various urban dictionaries online define “pink” as a reference to forced and often cruel or threat-based occupation of a vagina by an unwelcome penis.'

Friday, 21 October 2016

The slowest jog.

Today I had the slowest jog of my life.

This morning when I sat down to work, suddenly there was a change of constellations in the universe and I could not concentrate anymore. My legs started to itch and decided to ditch the four walls of comfort and roam somewhere, anywhere. For an aimless outing. I put on jeans t-shirt with my favorite denim jacket and crossed little bag, donned the goggle and revved the car engine. Somehow doing something unexpected pulled me into a hypnotic state and I was out in as less as fifteen minutes.

Since there is no big fancy mall around my house (but soon there will be), I decided to explore the locals. After parking the car, I headed for the direction that asked nothing but a long trip to walk. Since the time has changed on the name of ease and comfort, people hardly use legs to cover distances. Bikes, cars etc. have squeezed life into the click of fingers. Having a long walk felt really good. It was 10.30 and I just kept walking. After some time, legs felt a little discomfort but stopping wasn't the solution. I kept going on and on. Then I noticed a lot of things. The shops and residential units that I had seen mostly from inside the car actually belong to this world. Passing them by taught me that 'Okay! This road connects here.' or 'So this is the shop from where we have bought our bathroom accessories'. My compass needle improved by the means of direction. I was satisfied. After around 30 minutes I decided to head into another direction.

This time, the direction was lined with verity of shops and restaurants. I looked upon some furniture shops and entered inside to inquire about this and that. Nothing really special. Then I entered into some apparels shops with a careless remark, 'Just browsing'. I anyway had a plenty of time to kill. In one of the furniture shops while talking to its owner, I realized he belonged to North. I was glad and got into a little chit chat with him. He was Muslim and friendly. I talked about a little more bit and then left. Usually shopping lifts my mood up but today I did not purchase a single item. I just walked and looked upon things and browsed and nodded. At near 12, I was standing by a coconut water seller. After one coconut, I felt the need for one more but I was skeptical of the nature's call but to hell with it! I went for another one. I missed my mother that time. She loves coconut water! After two, I was relaxed and then continued with my jaunt. 

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Coins to make you rich!

Blogging has become a bit of on and off thing for me lately. Not that I have lost my focus on writing. Instead, I have gained on it. It's just I have been riding back and forth with some unexpected things lately. That's all. But I assume myself to be more regular here from now. Wish me luck!

In recent times, I went through an interesting experience over the span of a week; a week where learning came along as well as I was relieved of a certain kind of issue. If we talk about the first bit, the learning, I got to share a few coins that can possibly make you rich as well:

  • Be with people who actually love you. You will feel heavenly.
  • Always always and always have your ground. No matter how much weird or nonsensical  your belief looks to others, have confidence in you!
  • Never lose focus! Take valuable souvenirs from the past and decorate a better future. Or at least, try it.
  • And the most important: Learn to be alone. Accept it that one day, if no one is with you, loneliness will be just fine. Do not break over it. Do not sweat over it. But do the preparation from today. Inhale and accept the possibility.

Over the last few days, I also got rid of a certain kind of fear. And I never felt freer this way! I just had to keep my head light, not to stress 'bout the issue much and say it the way things have bygone. And that did the job. So let go of the fear that burdens your soul, eats you from inside and that never allows you to breathe in its presence. After all, we live in a country that owned freedom by integrity, courage and precise thinking.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

A Minute of Struggle.

How many darts could one pull
over the board of a tiny heart?
Step back for a minute
let it breathe, 
let it stay alive for a li'l while;

Each face has a story to tell
something to hide, s'thing to expel
Pause for a minute
read the unwritten
let it speak and unwind; 

Not that life has a meaning on each turn
some are lost, some are gravely defined
Stop for a minute
look at the roads
let it walk down to an unseen aisle.

Saturday, 8 October 2016

Until I happily die!

A million things to say, a zillion thoughts to listen
A warm hug to embrace, a soft laughter to trickle;
A hundred books to read, a thousand books to write
Let's keep talking, until I happily die!

An abundance of silence, no dearth of human patience
Countless empty stares to cherish, and a sigh to the end;
Endless paths for the mind to roam, with a destined naught
Let's keep breathing, until I am free and brought!

Flowing days, sliding nights,
Shiny moon blessed with warm skies,
Stars to look at and the sun to enjoy life,
Let's keep living, until death gives me a high-five!

A bucket of memories, with li'l sprinkles of smiles
An unwritten book of expectations, the invisible ink to inscribe;
The magic of present, with the crux of incredible life
Let's keep looking, until I have nothing to hide!

               -by Priyanka Baranwal