Solitude- The making of a person

It’s always a mystery! What we are being like and what we actually are may be very different as our inner self is camouflaged with timelessness. These busy lives have snatched from us all our precious possessions, dragging us into temptation of making money.

Hurried lives are a part of this speedy era. No wonder we don’t prefer wasting time over extraneous issues amidst this hectic schedule. Alarms and reminders have become necessities to keep up with time. Family, friends, relatives ought to be put second to work, at times.

That day I hardly took out some time to meet my friend at a coffee shop. I reached there a little before and ordered a hot coffee. Before it reached me, that pleasant aroma danced on my nose tickling my senses. I was lost in myself and then I heard someone speaking to me. There was none beside me. That voice sounded quite familiar. It took some time, to realize that it was me, my inner self.

It started speaking to me as my mirror. It elevated my flaws as much as it did highlight my strengths. It questioned me on my wrong decisions, and warned me against possible pitfalls. It did appreciate a little, but bashed me much more for the way I was not letting my life go hunky-dory. I was listening to a completely different version about me than I knew myself. It was pointing out at every single mistake I made which could have been avoided. And at some point I was unsure if it was talking about me. So was the effect of this mirror voice. Because I never knew I had been so foolish at times. I was ashamed that I knew so little about myself and that I wasn't aware of another ‘me’ in me.

That was a great coffee indeed. I was back home after the small meet we planned. I met my friend after a very long time and we were happy we did. But what made me much happy was the other person whom I never cared to meet, since ages. Myself! I never gave myself enough time to hear to my inner self. All the contradicting opinions I had with my mirror were obvious because I hardly lent it an ear.  

Had I not spent this little time at least now to myself, it’s no wonder that I would be going on in the path I never wanted to be on, and in the way that was never mine. I got to know what I am, and how I need be. True, talking to our inner self is so important, to be sure that we are what we want to be.

Bits, Pieces, Flakes, Specks and Chips- A Sad story of Vowels

A pleasant evening walk in a lush green garden, Ah! That would work wonders even for a pathetically gloomy person. And I was a simple normal one. So I could not resist but appreciate the beauty of those blooming buds, tender creepers, vibrant flowers and their dances to the musical breeze which is certainly worth experiencing. 

As I was walking down the park, suddenly I felt I crushed something under my foot. But not minding that, I moved ahead. The more I walked, more the crushing sensation I felt. And suddenly I heard a screechy moan! It was the alphabet 'a'. I was surprised. When I keenly observed, I could see the corpses of few more vowels beneath my shoes. Astonishingly but carefully I walked ahead. Moans, cries, weeps and groans! As I approached that banyan tree sounds grew louder. It was there, where their meeting is being held. All the vowels were discussing their problems, sharing their sorrows and few were deeply depressed that they remained silent with a bland look, at the meeting. Few consonants too joined the meet slowly.

I was the only person to go to that tree and no one else was there. But whenever someone passed by that tree, I felt all these tiny vowels jumping onto me, from the mobile phones people use. More the passersby more were the vowels. I was in a great confusion, ignorant of what was happening. I sat down there, for a while immersed in thoughts. And then I received a message from my friend, who wanted to meet me at the park. 

It read, “Whr r u?” 

The moment I received that message, six alphabets fell on my feet- ‘e’,’e’,’a’,’e’,’y’,’o’ from my phone!

Advertisements, More fun and interesting than the boring soap operas!!

It was another boring day when I was done with all the daily chores on a holiday, and sat down to watch Television. I had no clue about what I wanted to watch. I wasn't particular about anything. Then I started flipping channels randomly in search of something that could attract my attention and keep me stuck to it.

And then there was this man playing with snakes and frogs put in a tub. He was handling them as they were his noodles! Yuck! My God!! What kind of amusement people get watching those creepy things I thought. Next was a cookery show where a lady was making 'Apple Parantha'!!! I was wondering why would anyone be interested in such a stupid recipe! Bah! I sensed some confused fumes from my head, out of exasperation.

I continued changing channels, which finally somehow seemed interesting. That was a random clip where two old woman (sisters probably) were making a plan to surprise their brother on his birthday. Quietly they approach his place, and place a greeting card at his door. Soon as he opens the door, he would be surprised to see that someone had come all the way to wish him. And he guesses that they are none other than his elder sisters. Soon they start singing 'Happy birthday' song and rush to hug him. How incredible is the way of portraying their emotions! Lot of love and affection poured in, in just a 30 second advertisement! I liked it, more than any movie or soap. I stuck to that channel.

Next was an advertisement of 'Google' that unites two friends who were separated from each other during the India-Pakistan partition. That was a package of emotions! Laughs, smiles, tears and excitement, all in a slice of a video!

Until then, I was of an opinion that advertisements were breaks to movies or soaps. But it is more fun to watch these rather than something meaningless especially when they are creative enough to make us think for a moment. And special enough to make us smile!

It was a Midnight-Morning!

I didn't know that a thought could make you so uncomfortable. It was like a pebble in the sock and mosquito at the ear, not letting me sleep. Lots of thoughts, incidents, memories, were haunting me. But why?

I tried to change my positions to adjust myself to sleep. Nothing seemed to work. Random scenes kept playing in my mind, like a never ending shuffled movie. I was unable to make out the reason behind it, nor could I think of a solution that could help me sleep.

I had always topped all the exams in my school and college. Yeah, I was not dumb at extra curricular activities too. My friends called me 'College-Cuckoo' and I had also won lots of prizes in 'creative art' segment. Wonderful were those days when I cherished each and every moment of my life. Doing the things which I loved doing. I never had a regret of missing something.

Playing with my cats and kittens, I lose myself in time. Those belly-rubs and their paw-hits were my favorites. How miraculous were those days!!

Awwww..!! Am sunk in nostalgia. Then I started to realize that all my memory-dew had been dripping down with my busy job. Hhh.. Yeah am a software engineer working for a reputed multinational company. My brain is often occupied with nothing apart from those projects, deadlines and schedules. Sometimes I even tend to forget my own mobile number. How crappy has the life become!!

Then a spark struck my mind. That I renew my hobby of book-writing. And I was smiling with that very thought, imagining how stress free my life is going to be, doing that what I love doing.

It was a midnight-morning! Yeah!! It was a midnight that could make rest of my mornings cheerful. Idea so fresh like a morning sunshine that bombarded me on a midnight!!!