The better half...

Sometimes...

When sitting in solitude, alone, following the trail of a stray thought...out of blue i wonder...when breathing our last..who's will the face we see through the mystified vision, the blurred sight?
for sure it will be the two pious figures who brought us into shape and form, giving life to a the contureless organism, making a Strong, never ending attempt to humanize that creature..it has to be them..

But after them what we see are not the faces of the relations the so-called society chose for us...
or the bonds imposed on us...but the face of that shimmering heart..which made a sincere, honest attempt to reach out when we really needed someone... touching us somewhere deep... and opening a whole new world in us... whose existence... was either denied or was unseen... whatever maybe the case... we cant help but marvel at the beautiful sight of that world of dreams... of the silly thoughts... of the laughter... of the mischief’s... of the talks... of the stoic silence... of the new beginning... of the dead end...

Everyone, at some point in life, has that someone...our better half... for whom the commitments are never forced, imposed... promises are not made for the sake of it... smiles are never fake... and along in their company, emotions flow like a broken dam...
And that someone... well aware of all those emotions stirring in you... but be it modesty...be it pride... or plainly be it the love for your world... that person chooses the path of silence... with a knowing smile dancing on their lips... and the mischievous glint of pride for you in their eye...

they, at a point, even from your breathing pace... read the thoughts on your mind...and at the other point, they are comfortably numb... while you yell like house on fire... and this is what make them special... and due to this... they easily fly off taking a chunk off your heart...

The restrictions of time and space never come in such pure relations of two souls... just a smile can lead to an endless sting of conversation... the sleepless nights, glued to the phone... calling just to say goodnight at 3 am!... strolling along with dreams, fantasies in tow... sharing of lunch... crazy long walks and the roadside snacks... and the constant recollection of the memories of the moments spent together... and a closet filled with their stuff, borrowed by you... still awaiting its return...

Everyone of us... do find their better half... in form of a friend... a beloved... a lover... a spouse... a sibling... a neighbor... a parent... a child... or if we are lucky enough... a strange yet perfect combination of all of the above... whatever may be the case... the point of importance is... making the best of what we have with them making fond memories... before the grains of time slip through our fingers... and just the blissful recollection left of the past to cling on...

Our life and time...

Time of your life - Green day.

"Its something unpredictable but in the end it's right...i hope you had the time of your life.."

this seems to be the song of my heart beat..one of the very rare songs... soulful..serene..sagacious..

the six-string's strumming and a honest crooning voice makes this song simple yet irresistible...
this song was a pleasant surprise by the American punk rock asteroids.. this song simply sings what life is in real sense of words...

"its not a question but a lesson learnt in time..."

this song chases the haste and chaste of our lives today and urges us to slow down and take a breather.. open your eyes and smell the roses.. feel the rhythm of the rain kissing your skin instead running for shelter...feel your lover's pulse, when in their embrace, without glancing at the time-piece... really trying to listen when a friend is speaking and not planning replies or point of defence...believing in the power of love, touching a life and lifting a soul.. quit playing the blame-game and accepting the responsibilities of your deeds...

"so take the photographs and still frames in your mind...hang it on the shelf...in good health and good time.."

one will be blind and numb, if they fail to realise this meaning. we have one lifetime, enjoy the journey instead of worrying on reaching the destination..i if you do..you'll surely miss the fun of getting there and end up having nothing but a futile voyage..

so jump in driver's seat, take the control...cling to love holding the memories tight... paste the smile and kiss the tears... put on the seat belt...and zoom to the horizon...

BON VOYAGE!!!

The goddess of big words and her oracle...

the god of small things...

this book, not just another one, (mind it!) by Arundati Roy..is a gem in all sense of words..

not just a book but a journey in its own..there are very few book, which, through their simple yet Strong words,

inspire you to a limit that despite of turning the many pages of it's other counterparts, you still keep on returning to it..savouring it like the very own mom's recipe.. and the god of small things is one of this kind.

the words, the story, the theme and most important, the simplicity is the Essenes that binds me to this book so closely that i can see the drama happening in me and it rocks me to its rhythm.

the two kids- Rachel and Estha..'the Di zygotic', 'the two-egg twins' are the characters around whom the story revolves. these are the little people who have really touched my heart mainly due to some of my personal longings. what really moist my eye is the love of the two..to describe more aptly, i better quote Roy's words..."they knew each other before life begin"..."estha and rachel thought of themselves together as Me and separately, individually, as We or Us. as though a rare breed of Siamese twins, physically separate but with joint identities."... seeing this beautiful bond, how i wish i shared such bond with someone...

Roy has woven a magical thread that inter vines the innocence of childhood and the stark reality of life. the lessons life taught the twins were accidental, seemingly innocent yet that altered their life in a way that there was no turning back. its true with all of us... sometimes in our piggyback ride- and-ice lollies days we learn certain things, in a rather harsh way and the images of the moments are pasted on our memories till we let out our last breath... this book, in a subtle way, emphasises the fact that it is not always true that things stay same, come what may.. after all change is the only constant thing..

this book, for me, is like a bridge. the bridge between the naivety of the childhood and the realisation of loss of the adulthood..the bridge which many among us, burn down, just to uphold the star-value of sanity and burdening their hearts with the unspoken guilt and stifled cries...