Have you ever experienced
That magnetic attraction?
When with no exact reason
You conceal your emotion.
Whether they are good or bad
Similar or dissimilar
You feel glad
To catch only the glimpse of other.
They seem to be an epitome of perfection
And you wish to express your affection
As you see in them your own reflection
And perceive a deep hidden connection.
She was waiting at a bus stop. Might be for a bus or someone else. A peaceful smile upon her face made her look more pretty with a square spectacles and a book on her hands. Few puppies were playing on one side and there was a coconut vendor on the other end. Concentrating on her book, she did not pay any heed to the surroundings. She seem to enjoy her own world in the corner of the bus stop.
Weather turned windy and dark clouds arrived, signaling a heavy rain. She started arranging her curly hair that flew in every direction. Held her beautiful knee-length blue dress with small flowery prints, she got disturbed and closed her book. Puppies were enjoying the weather and running to and fro. No sooner it started drizzling than vehicles slowed down their pace and traffic grew. That view was not clear to me anymore. In between the moving vehicles, her glance could be seen.
Suddenly, one of the puppies fell on the road from the bus stop which was at a higher platform. She lurched forward and a screeching sound of brakes was heard.
What was next? I could not view the other side of the road. My heart was pounding. Traffic increased and my view from balcony became blurred with heavy rain pelting down.
After a while, neither she nor puppies were there anymore. What would have happened after that?
Seems as if it was yesterday
Watching videos of the trip
Collecting memories today
Smiling while taking a sip.
What an evening it was!
Full of laughter and jokes
That too without a pause
With a group of awesome folks.
Never underestimate the healing powers
Of listening to music on full blast
For hours and hours
While dancing around and drinking fast.
Then tuned to the song “Manali Trance”
Among the smoke and share;
Which triggered a hypnotic dance
Dance like a dancing bear.
Forgot problems and rolled it
No drugs, just set plants on fire
And ignited passion’s kit
To deeply respire.
It became a story for the next day
But they were legends that night;
It’s okay to be wild for a while
And greet everyone with a smile;
As good times and crazy friends
Create amazing memories for lifetime.
Once again, when put the music on
I entered a world of my own;
Seems as if it was yesterday
Watching videos of the trip today!
One day I was travelling from Pune to Mumbai via a bus. I was very excited about my impending trip and started to daydream. No sooner did I put my headphones for listening to the music than experienced a hard jerk. All the passengers got perturbed by this sudden bump in middle of the highway. After enquiring we got to know that the rear tyre of the bus was punctured. As there was no way that the tyre could have been repaired at that moment and location, conductor told that we need to take a lift from another bus. Listening to this, all of us got frantic with worry.
After waiting for a while, conductor made one bus to stop but it was a non-ac bus in pathetic condition. We were fine with it as reaching the destination on time was more essential. All passengers grabbed their seats quickly. When I entered the bus there were hardly any vacant seats. I stood next to a seat for support with my backpack. There was a girl around 10 years of age sitting with her little brother not more than 6 years old. Both wore filthy clothes. I did not find their parents or any elder person with them. After the bus started, the bus conductor came and scolded those 2 unkempt kids to get up. He then asked me to sit on that seat. This action of conductor really irked me. Looking at my disappointed expression, he said, “it’s okay madam, they will get down at nearby stop”. I asked the girl to shift a bit and asked the little boy to sit on my lap. He refused to sit and went next to the conductor’s seat. The girl gave a big sheer smile for letting her to have seat and started to talk. She asked where I was going and also that she liked my muffler. I answered her and asked the same question to her as I was curious to know where they were travelling alone.
Shocked I got when I heard
That they were returning from some work
Why still children are labored
Why such an offence in lurk?
Ashamed of such practice in the country
As harmful it is for their development
Lack of education and full of poverty
Where is the government and for what are they meant?
I was quiet and lost in thoughts. After sometime, the little girl poked me and said bye with an innocent smile as her stop had arrived. I forgot to ask her name and bid her adieu. I wished to talk to her more.
Each year on 12 June, the World Day brings people from around the world to highlight the plight of child labourers. The child labour law has banned employment of children below 14 years old. Those people must be punished who allow and force child labour to make as well as save money. Also the parents who send their children for work instead of educating and nurturing them. There are a lot of NGOs that definitely make us proud. They are doing a great job with great care.
Though people have become alert and today’s generation are trying to avoid such ill-practices to continue yet thousands of children are still slaved and maltreated. This custom can be brought to an end only when everyone thinks the same way and throw such practice out of our society.
Holding a glass, enjoying the ambience
There she sat looking different in appearance;
Numerous inhale and hold then exhale and smile
She was in another world after a while.
Joking with friends and speaking with guests
Though drooping were eyes, she did not wish to rest;
Watching around and feeling nostalgic
Not sure whether she felt romantic or alcoholic.
Ah! When that man did come
Who was listening keenly to beats on the drum;
The smile he wore, the calmness on his face
She muttered, “Might be new to this place”.
The decent way his eyes looked, the simple style he conveyed
Staring at him she was getting swayed;
She always had this fantasy to date a stranger
Then she approached him without thinking of any danger.
They talked they laughed
Leisurely they held hands and touched;
So engrossed in talks that time passed from dark till dawn
She prayed if that phase could hold on.
His sensational touch and his perfume erotic
Those made her feel very hypnotic;
Closer they went oblivious of their first meet
And nothing was heard except their heartbeat.
But he was tender in making her realize
That she wore an engagement ring and broke that paradise;
He was in search of true love but she was not
And there she was caught.
Still he confirmed what she wanted
Rather making him daunted;
Neither she had anything to intend
Nor wanted to offend.
As False Love she did not want to pretend
She just smiled till the end;
Picking another glass when she turned towards him
He had disappeared and that place went dim.
She understood that nothing lasted forever
As we need fantasy to survive the reality moreover!
P.S – If u can’t get someone out of your head then maybe they are supposed to be there 😉
It’s not a question of one should or should not do; there are few things in life you just do.
Its been a long time since I posted anything. Today also too lazy to type, so I’ve added pictures of a poem –
I have been so busy last few months. It was hard to stop and think if I’m feeling something. People might have known it or might have even seen it in my eyes, mannerisms, tone of voice or my statuses. I have a lot to tell also and at the same time I’m afraid to share as well. Leaving all this I just wanted to add a post in my blog so as to divert my mind.
So today I would share a chapter picked up from my dark blue, fabric covered journal. I opened the journal and it was dated 11th June 2010. It was my last day at college. While leaving, all my friends came to see me off. We were very sad. The journey of four years was completed. We clicked hundreds of pictures from my cam in different poses. Bidding them adieu, I left. During the journey, I watched the pictures several times and felt as happy as ever. Those pictures gleefully reminded me of all good and naughty things done on the last hour of the last day. Next morning I reached home but I was sad thinking of leaving the college life. I was sitting watching movie when I remembered my friends. Excitedly I opened my cam and noticed horror of horrors that my entire data had somehow been deleted. Hundreds of pictures taken over the course of an hour had simply vanished. Poof… gone… Bye-bye… How could this be? I had hardly touched it after coming home.
I tried not to regard the empty cam as an indication of my utter carelessness. I did not know what to do when I was faced with such an enormous data loss. I opened and closed and opened and closed the cam more than 10 times to make sure if the pictures were really gone. It was! In the midst of opening and closing the cam, I remembered my brother asking me, “should I delete the last picture that I randomly clicked.” To which I had answered, “No, I’ll delete it later”. Immediately I called him and asked about the pictures. He said he clicked “delete all” instead of “delete one”. I scolded him very hard and had no idea as what to do. My mind was racing. I thought of all friends I would not be able to reach the same place and occasion. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I called my friends to tell them what happened. I was consoled by all but could not stop my tears. Without the last day’s pictures, I felt something is complete. My day stopped functioning. And no, to answer your question, I had not backed up my data. But thanks for asking.
I thought of any restore function which is actually miracle of miracles that could actually happen. But all in vain. In between all this I got to the thinking, what if we had a restore function for our lives? Think of the possibilities… Fat is too high? Restore… Embarrassed of you at yesterday’s act? Restore… Liked your haircut better before? Restore… Want your friend back with whom you broke-up? Restore… Possibilities are endless. I could have definitely used a restore function. I guess I liked the idea of restoring but in reality not possible. Then I decided to continue with the forward momentum of my life and hoped that I could get a restore function for cam and get the deleted pictures.
Connecting with myself and reflecting on the past four years has taught me that we’re not frozen in time like mosquitoes in amber. And life progresses whether we stop to obsess about it or not.
P.S. – I did not get the deleted pictures but the last day’s memories are still fresh in my mind.