The Last Dance

Things seem to be on an expressway to the finish these days. Everything seems to have a different hue when you know its going to be the last time around.Life is stunning really, in a good way of course. At the roundup ceremony, you tend to look at only the good memories and all the sordid old tales of woes seem to be too trivial to be brought to the foreground. The ceremony again is purely a conjured up image in my head, with everyone doing the last waltz,perhaps a symbol of the touch of finality the situation offers. Bidding farewell to people and rituals that one has been associated with for a substantial amount of time is a herculean task. It evokes feelings and memories which are rarely experienced in tandem.Happy albeit a sad realization...
When the fast track option seems to be in play, i'd ideally like to capture the moment in a jar, fasten the cap tightly and carry it along with me for some rainy day.Imagine the possibilities this idea offers, 'bottled happiness'-99.99% Pure.Ideal for abysmal situations.
Directions for use: Unscrew cap gently. Whiff.Count till 5.Repeat. Fasten Cap after use.
Nothing like a little change to put things in perspective.Perhaps sans the though of losing something we wouldn't realize the importance of the present.Ergo, Life is now(apologies Vodafone).

I live in a Song

I live in a song, of everything that’s true

I meander through the octaves, the clefs and notes

I sing out the words, dance out the beats

I hum when words fail me, I let the song be me

Conversations

Very few would understand the true meaning of what is to follow, for those who don't, I can't even begin to explain how important contextual laughter is, for those who DO understand what this is all about, please forgive me for sharing this:

I
What we did

Divya: Adi!how are you?
Adi: Divya! (surprise)Tum yahan? I didn't( stammers) knew you'd be here
Divya: Well here I am!(awed) Aren't you surprised to see me? (puzzled)
Adi: Nice partay eh? (Bobs head like a hip hop wannabe looking for his catch)
Divya: Adi..dont leave me.booohooooooooooo ( waterworks)
Adi: Divya! It was only one date. (Pause) We went!
Divya: boohooo (Waterworks continue)

II

What we should have done

Divya: Adi!how are you?
Adi: Don't I look pleasantly plump?You blind cow!
Divya: Well, Aren't you surprised to see me?(puzzled)
Adi: Don't hold your breath Judy
Divya: Judy? You're with Judy now?But she's a man!
Adi: Divya! We conoodled behind the booth.(Pause) Just once.
Divya: boohoooo. You called my love conoodling
Adi: conoodling is the basic form of love (smirks)
Divya: boohoooo (waterworks)

' I am this moment'

Moments...a coffee spill all over your favorite top, a redundancy that makes your sentence much to much funny or a song,playing over and over.Nothing compares to the exuberance in these moments which aren't grand or planned. It's about the little things that make your heart skip a beat, or engulf you in a smile. Sounding idealistic wasn't intended, but neither were these moments...

1. Walking aimlessly after hours with 'dice' on repeat
2. Star gazing
3. Driving into the dead of the night, on the empty roads
4. Waffles with maple syrup at Big Chill
5. Illusion on radio
6. Reading old diary entries
7. Sneaking to the terrace at night
8. Dancing to Staying Alive
9. Dreaming of Wentworth Miller
10. The use of the sentence " For what joy?"

Sometimes we are faced with choices, it happens more often than we fathom. Temptation plays a catalytic role in our decision-making process. We tend to get mislead, our perception distorted, this go with the flow attitude often leads to us compromising on our principles. Some feel that a life without such ground rules is the one which would enable them to reap maximum benefits, they fail to realise that such consciously deciphered guidelines, are what in turn gives our life a footing, an anchor, a security which would otherwise be lacking from the eclectic lifestyles of the contemporary human. This realisation must come from within, it does not thrive under coercion, and it can not be imposed or dictated.

The society often makes us feel that the path of realisation is so adopted so as to conform to the norms of the so called social system. On the contrary realisation within an individual would often refute the society’s archaic customs, adopting a course which is usually frowned upon by the society. Adherence of the self-constructed principle centered lifestyle is often looked upon by individuals as a way of appeasing others, what we fail to realise is that it is a conscious decision which enriches our life and thus enables us to be in a position whereby we can understand ourselves better.

The Road Trip and An Overcast Sky

Which is the best way to ward off monday blues?A good breakfast?curfew in the city? Personally,I'd recommend a road trip.An impromptu one at that too. Clearly,i've been there hence the preaching.So, we set out one fine monday morning for college, the clouds were ripe with the promise of rain and the roads clogged with day before's downpour, the road was long and winding,leading to never ending lectures.An idea from the backseat,"lets go to mussoorie".Heads jerked back to reality, hitting hard as the car bumped along the UP road.A grumpy voice "thats too far". "Nainital?" "Still Far". "Agra?". Silence.Bumps.Nods."Doable" Calls were made,classes ignored, proxies arranged.Pit stops made.Amenities picked up.Ahem.So it began.Outrageous driving,being thrown around the backseat and frantic search for seatbelts.We were quite kicked, the bunch of to have driven off on such a short notice,living on the edge doesn't come easily you see, bunking classes..monday at that too.We made it to Agra in good time,inspite of stopping amidst bushes and a one Rajasthan Hotel for unavoidable reasons.The road to the Taj from the parking lot was treaded cautiously by a tonga, which we paid for riding ofcourse.The horse was inclined on moving sideways,perhaps it had sensed our excitement.'tis not everyday you visit a newly reinitiated 7th wonder of the world.Not that there was much doubt about it making to the list, given our burgeoning population and growing mobile phone subscriber base at that too.Not that im denouncing the monument in question here, just some statistical inference, thats all.
I believe nothing can prepare one for the beauty that confronts you as you set your sight on the Taj.It stands so pristine and majestic, and the dark clouds which formed the perfect contrast on this day, made it stand out even more beautifully.It astounds me, the purity that it seems to exude in a world so dark and flawed.
The drive back was quite boring really, with people dropping off to catch some sleep, and us making it to the highway which most probably lead to Mumbai.

Thinking in Verse

Such a long long time 'tis been since I wrote last. I have started thinking in verse now, however psuedo that may sound. Rhyme or no rhyme. Verse is the way of life.:)

Paint a Picture for you
A shade of brilliance,perfect hue
placing swings of memories
and slides of twin emotions
you ride high and low
Warm trees stand transfixed
as the wind rustles through their being
witnessing the moments you live
I make them stand guard, as you give
give to the world around you
they watch, still as ever, as things are taken-
snatched away
Its then I coaxe you to rest in the shady grove
The picture gets blurry at times, the way you see
from my end its just a new perspective
willing you to be

Blind to the inside

The sky is painted the right colour

The tree’s a picturesque hue

I can see the word outside

The clarity magnified

The sounds of existence,

Reflecting through

But the barrier lies

Between the self

The imperceptible fortress

Confusion confronts

When I look inside

A total blindness within

The Art of Taking Photos

Tricky, the art of taking photos.It is associated with the travails of understanding that it is distinct from photography.With this understanding comes great responsibility, as someone once said.I'm thinking it was Uncle Ben, but I took the liberty to modify it.Meaning is pretty much the same though.
Photography is more of a science, and I'm not at all scientifically oriented.Im not sure which way I'm oriented apart from the usual sexual orientation which people are inherently aware of anyway.
So science, not being for me, I couldn't possibly relate to photography..the dark rooms, magnifications,lenses..the technicalities.So i just resort to the simpler version.Taking photographs.Its splendid really.You like something you see, you take out your camera, and capture it forever.Aah, such beautiful thoughts.It works even better, if something excruciatingly funny comes your way and you have photographic memories to revive the funnyness.

oh and the goats...i can still hear them bleating.

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