Saturday, 19 July 2014

EDU-CA(U)TION




      Education is the best possible way to chase the darkness away. The darkness that is engulfed deep inside us or the darkness that is materialistically present in front of us. So what if there are no means of good and the perfect education to receive knowledge like the Gurukulas. There is always this proper teacher in you who is ready to preach you but seldom seen. Then what is the way to dig into, to reach the preacher you may ask. The simple way is to acknowledge the finest details of what you study. Not the traditional way of I- got –it –by-heart. You should have it in your mind, the subconscious one I tell you. It fills in all the details. Researchers are ready with the facts that our mind is filled with every little detail without even our conscious mind aware of it. The most powerful fact that if we have strong liking towards something then we tend to do it with our whole heart. Oops Whole of mind actually and scientifically. When it comes to the study we do, not whole heartedly – then we are bound to have obnoxious results.



   Caution Oh! Dear Folks. There is no way in the world you want to get distressed with such a beautiful life you have. The way you study means a lot. So now that we are enlightened with the fact that education given to the recipient in a right manner will reflect in a right manner. So what is this right manner in the latter case? Well it is wisdom and humanity. I guess these are the root cause or say route- cause to all those that are termed as problems. What say family issues, riots, poverty everything and anything. If we the people are well educated or say not ill-educated then the society would be carved with utmost perfection. One may ask how could your ‘education will enlighten’ really prove to be good. Yes, Indeed true. By Education I meant understanding the happenings around you. By education I meant the real need for it. By Education I meant not reading to score well. Scoring is just a temporary parameter. Unless you have it you will not have the zeal to do it. Once you have your own reason then there will be no stopping to where knowledge leads you.

   Then comes the most physically handicapped term, Career. Let me explain o’ dear warriors!  Career itself has a deep meaning. It means carrier. Carrier of what? Obviously Carrier carrying you through a roller-coaster ride. There are plains and there is Zenith and there is a nadir. Our ‘Great ‘heads had literally sown the seeds of ‘The ultimate thing is career’. I Do Agree that it is important but I say it is not mandatory. Previously I quoted that it is physically handicapped because a person who is physically handicapped lives but with some loss, whether the person is happy or not there is something lost. So I believe we need to rename career with ‘PASSION’. Well I guess this rechristening is done because passion makes us do wonders. Money is mere thing dears. It comes like a wave and fills the shore and washes off even snatching of what we had.  I do not say it is not important. I feel it’s just not the only thing. If we do our work with passion it will lay a staircase of happiness. My dear friends you will even feel thorns kissing your feet. I can even exemplify two great people who are well known. Steve Jobs, he has a passion for his work. He checks the teeny weeny bit of details before he produces the product into the market. Once a person asked him “who will see these sir. We can always use the less costly one, they work the same”. Steve Jobs smiled and told him “I am watching them. Am I not? “Was his reply.  

    Once a forlorn boy had this serious passion to become an actor. He even was ready with a script. After few days of struggling he got a chance to meet a producer. He put forth good handsome deal with this guy telling him that he was ready to cast the film but this guy can’t act in it. So this guy simply denied. He was really in a very bad situation but he simply denied. If he cannot act then he will not give the script as well. Days passed by nights in oblivion. The man raised the amount he would pay but this guy simply cannot accept. Finally the man agreed with the guy to act. He is none other than the superstar Sylvestar stallone. Lest he accepted ignoring his passion that day. He would not have reached where he wanted to reach. Passion will never tire you. It’s not about 9-5 office schedule or about being content with salary that is being deposited in your banks. Passion is the salvation of something and it cannot be slaked simply. My dear pals do not under estimate this passion. It makes us do wonders. Passion makes new inventions. Every object around us today was someone’s idea of passion. Education and passion go hand in hand. As the true education lies where there is true passion. So what are you waiting for? Grab the chance, ask what you want, then dive into the deep Ocean of tranquility. Where you find new ideas burgeon, where you find yourself in and out spread so far and mark your living in the ‘now nature’ for many tomorrows to come. 
   
  There may be any number of bridges, hurdles or highways. Oblivious to it if you are wise and intellect enough to travel all through them, the now tenuous misery of life will shatter into ashes. O’ folks I may not tell you in a way you understand. But you always can understand the way you want. After all Education is where it begins with a start of thought.



Until Death Parts Us !!!!!




I, along with my family are on a trip to hill station. It started to drizzle. I was reading 'Mahabharatha' by Soma Guha. I am a voracious reader, since childhood. A great quality that I acquainted from my mother. I am happy that this great trait decided to pass on to me. :D . I completed the kurukshetra part and I was too overwhelmed with emotions. I closed my eyes. All the vivid images of battle-field , betrayal, love and everything was flowing through my mind. All were silent in the car, except of the silent zephyr flowing along with the light music that accompanied. I didn't know why but I was feeling strong emotions. I can feel my eyes moisten. I generally am very sensitive. 'I cry over sad' and 'grin over happy'. Often my mom caught me crying and I was embarrassed like hell. I could not pull up a good enough reason and my mom would always give a smug smile gazing at the book in my eyebrows. Without any further Wh- queries she would leave with  a smirk intact. My chain of thoughts were broken when my mom asked 'When shall we reach?' 'In an hour I suppose' dad said as he sat in the passenger seat visibly happy. Then the conversation started from what to do and all. The car suddenly screeched to a stop. I fell headlong hitting to the driver's seat. But the cushion preventing any damage to my head. Then what I saw left me shocked. The picture is still crystal clear in my mind. A boy and girl were there, met with serious accident seconds before. Their white shirts drenched in blood. It was horrific. The girl sat on a small railing that is at the curve.Her face abrassed on the right side. It was really terrific. My heart sped into miles. I never was that close to the victims. Then I got down the car and rushed to them. The bike lay across the road .The guy who was almost in shock panting till us. That is when I saw my mom and dad came running behind me. I was so engrossed that I didn't notice them getting out of the car. My sister came running with a water bottle.The girl was really scarred. Blood was running all across. It was really heart breaking. The girl poured water on her face and I heard someone near my earshot hissing and gaping. A few cars halted by the road side. The boy now started pleading. 'Please help us'  he was chanting. A man in his mid age said 'sorry but there is no space in our car.We are many' I felt pure disgust. Darn the people! I knew I was going to help them. I was trying to gauge my dad's expression. I think I saw his eyes moisten. The guy who was pleading, his expression was not visible behind the glares that he wore. I guessed he was too much shaken by the situation. That's when I heard him tell thanks aunty. Averting my gaze to the person he spoke. I was totally struck to the ground when I saw my mom already near the car with the girl hanging on her side. The girl was too lean. That very moment I smiled and my vision blurred. I noted that my eyes started their decent rush of tears. Wiping off as I ran back to the car and settling along with the girl. I caught hold of her hand. She was so cold. I felt a shiver run through my spine. My dad and sister settled in the passenger's seat and I then saw the guy running to our car. After little chaos we were all again ascending up the hill. The girl leaned onto the guy and slowly placing her head onto his shoulder now started whispering to him.'It's paining' she was telling. He was continuously telling her sorry. He was panting and crying. The car was now filled with the smell of fresh blood. Her one hand holding onto my palm. I tried to sooth her. But the myriad emotions I was going through is not even being comprehended by me. A moment till death and back again. All that I read now for a moment they were all vague but now hitting me hard. The car stopped near a check post and the driver asked about hospital and then he was told that there was a government hospital nearby 20 kms ahead. The facilities are good. Then we again were set to the hospital. Our destination long forgotten. No one spoke anything except the girl whimpering in pain and the boy crying. We finally reached the hospital and admitted her. That's when my dad took the guy to a side and asked everything after he was given the first- aid. From the information given it was clear that they were lovers and they came for a holiday. I and my sister strolling out of the hospital after giving a decent dress for the girl, deep in thought. So much for being happy and coming for a holiday. Her face will remain showing her the depth of the incident. It was not an accident. It was near fall to death. The girl's condition was serious. I heard my sister sniffing. It was audible through the violent winds that started to encompass the little hill. I just lay a hand on her shoulder. She smiled through her tears. A lady who was now coming out of the hospital asked us 'What is she for you?'. 'Nothing' we replied in unison. 'Then how...' she started. I was about to give her a good counter when my sister yelled out of blue. 'YOU SHOULD BE SOMETHING TO HER TO HELP?' I smiled. I saw the lady giving a serious glare but dismissed the thought of arguing more and walked down the hill and vanished round the corner. My sister gets irritated often. But that one time I was proud of her.



      I learnt something precious that day. Life is too uncertain. Nevertheless living a life with morals and humanity and smiling till your cheeks pain and laughing till tears come and living like a legend every second matters. It REALLY MATTERS. You live with your loved until death parts you physically and you are bereaved. 

Umbrella !!!!!



The current situation where everyone assume or precisely say presume that it is quite not possible for one to just not accept the present education system. Not precisely everything I am  pointing out. Meaning  the commercialized education system. Today we can see a conglomeration of people in this world. But the main idea is all their bonnets are filled with fear. Fear of future or fear of loss. There is always a 'What if' in their mind. The beauty of education is that it is like a dense dark cloud in the vast opening sky of knowledge, ready to precipitate on those who wish. We, the humans brought up in the 'cemented' world with 'technical' food are protecting ourselves from the fear that the rain might be acidic or the way we receive is dangerous. But no. We seldom see that we are not protecting ourselves but we are just depriving ourselves from the nature's knowledge shower. Instead run behind the obvious and oblivious to the real fun of gaining knowledge.
What are we craving for? A great question it is. Because the answer itself is the goal of everyone's life. Some want riches, some want love, some want the reason for life. Knowledge itself is  a vast discipline. The main mistake we make is we consider ourselves as cattle. Once a while  Robert frost's "The Road Not Taken" flashes in our head. But how many of us are really to the service. Everyone are dying to get into the competition and following the traditional system. Often we scowl at the traditional and commercial education ways but ironically we are gripped in the fear and follow the route that is laid so beautifully in front of our eyes and let the umbrella cover us from the tranquil showers. Who knows the value of the rain. The one who knows is considered to be a weed in the society.

NOTE !!!!!




A Big hie to everyone. Sorry guys after shifting my blog I have not yet copied all my work into this blog. But all other works are just flowing into these..... Thank you so much for your loving support. :)

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

THE STORM OF DEATH RING






The kinks of the ocean strikes the bank
with the intensity never to end ,
as the life becomes doomed just
as the intensity for the feel for the death strike 
the emotion peak,we leave
devasted feelings,striking the core 
just like the twigs turn to the death core.
One thing we remain as a soul
forgetting the piece of the core
Maybe the feel of loss scare us
To the extinct we suffer scarcity..
No one know where we end
at the bank or the bottom..
see it through the soul
there wont be a reason to be unhappy,
Life may change for god knows 180 or 360
just go on thinking!!!
Till the end of the journey..
Be the one to tame yourself!!!
Until the ring of death catches you
and makes you dumb from verbose!!!!!
.

It's Only A WORD







What kind of a world am I surviving in? A weapon doesn't cause that pain whereas a single word does. 
It's just the small feeling of insecurity that makes your life not just fit for survival. 
That quenching pain you get when you feel the tenderness evacuate your heart, and the blood seems unnaturally anemic.
When everything of yours' seem unfriendly, and life shows you what you really are. 
When tears are dried but purely pain flows out; life becomes a virtue where you have to survive. 
The hatred from the love and the love from hate. 
Nevertheless, a smile is a really best mask one can put on. 
Modulate your vocals to speak to the world as they want. 
Then where is the life of mine, where I mean much more !!!

THE MORNING COFFEE





There were things which could never be ignored or just say felt. Early in the morning when the sun is running through the dark patches of nature creating a  havoc which is also a real therapy to the fresh humans on this planet. Birds awake ,tune up their tones. The enigma of the the sky with the shimmers of different colors. It is something like a painted canvas covering us. It seems difficult for one to just come off from their dream-lands or even say nightmares. When  the fresh breeze that wakes you up with its alluring smell .Ironically you do not understand whether it is waking you up or singing a lullaby. That time when you awake to the world and carry the morning freshness of your thoughts  ,it's a cup of hot coffee that makes your day. But many fail to notice the real taste of a coffee. The dark depths of the twirling coffee so represents life. The milk that is mixed with the essence of the crushed caffeine ,just like us, mixed up in the hurry life. The first sip taken gives you the relief .The hot liquid gives a sudden rush of warmth to your nerves. What more one  wants  ,an opening to your mind where you could just surf through all the things you want  . That's the magic of coffee ... :) 

TIME ELAPSED






The time that elapsed is no use for us to comprehend and no apprehension is going to make a catastrophe to occur. But still why do we dwell over what happened in the past. The answer we find would be only one thing and that is, it happens involuntarily. When we try to shut off something, we unwillingly think more about it. So where does all these lead to. That is what the biggest unknown mystery. The science tells that memories are stronger pieces of information. If they are sown and worked very neatly they will burgeon into wild and deep rooted trees. But our mind is vagrant. It does not wait for us to settle what is right or wrong. It just whirls and capitulates into that dark. On the other side of the note there are those beautiful feelings of past with which we can live a lifetime. One can ask why should we forget such beautiful things. the reason is simple ' If you are thinking something is good. Then there you go. You are thinking' That means procrastinating the present. The only way to live our life without manipulating ourselves with what is good and what is bad is, just accept everything. The bereaved feeling or the forlorn one or of the times you felt you were the most  happiest. When your mind accepts all you will get stronger inside out. You will be a fresh canvas for life to paint its fate and yet you accept it with a smile.'Oh! this I know' .You will have no particular expectations as you know whatever happens it happens. Nor can you go say 'Alright stop now! Enough of fun' . It's just the acceptance with whole heart-to-mind-to-soul connection.

Monday, 14 July 2014

"I" Had a sister named "Me"






"I" had a sister named "ME"

Amidst the chaos I was in
there was always a thing I missed,my little sister ,ME
She was never like me.
She would run behind a honking van
Sit in mud to dine with little creatures
Dance without shyness
Speak without any fear
Watch the world dance up and down
Scream her heart out 
Never lets a thing come near her 
Kisses the wind with supreme love 
Lets the rain seep deep in her skin
But,where is she now.
The darkness covered her.
The society killed her
She  vanished just like that
Without any remenants left 
Deepening the scar of my heart.
She is  gone, forever or I thought
Now darkness kills me,rain makes me conscious 
Speaking before thinking,running before watching
This is my niche now
The enigma she carried just washed away with a small whoosh.
But I was wrong she is still present .
I am the living witness 
I saw a trampled butterfly and I saw her hand whoosh out from me and pick it up.
I saw her, when there is no one  around she would come out.
Say the Ghost of past or the Ghost of present she is still in me.
now with a different name,HEART.
                                                                                            

                                                                                      ------Sreyasi