"One Pays for the Happiness of his Dearest with his Dearest of Dreams."
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Monday, 2 September 2013
“Molle…, Wake up, it’s already past 8’o clock” came the shrill angried voice from downstairs.
There was a murmur that followed but she did not catch that neither was she bothered to. She was lying on her bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, there was an old rickety fan spinning and suddenly she was conscious of its rhythmic noise. She wondered whether it always sounded so mechanic and artificial. Soon her thoughts shifted to the day, it was a day she was long waiting for, she did not know whether to be happy today or to be sad, but she definitely was anticipating the day for some time now. This time tomorrow…
Her brief reverie was broken by her mother’s voice again, this time it sounded closer, louder and angrier. She decided that it is time to move on and reluctantly moved out of her bed with great pain and visible stress. She longed to be back in the bed, the bed that has for always been a solace to her, A friend who was their when she was getting cold and when she was sad. Her longing was only aided by the fact that the bed looked so warm and cozy in the chilly winter morning. She looked out of her open window and she could see the brief outline of mountains far away, clad in mist. Her own little garden was looking beautiful today.
Lazily she walked in to her bathroom and started searching for her brush; she found it in its usual place and slowly pressed out a bead of tooth paste on to her brush. She took a deep breath and started brushing, in one giant leap of energy after some thorough and well-practiced moves she was done with the brushing. She washed her mouth and threw a handful of water at her face. As the water receded from her face and as she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at her reflection. The next instant she was lost to this world once again.
She was beautiful, her eyes were big and suited her face, in another face it would have been ugly but not on hers, they were simply made for her. Eyes moved over every feature in her face and slowly rested on her nose, she had a pointy nose and on her small faced looked pointier. She gave out an involuntary chuckle as she remembers him teasing her about her nose. He always teased her and she would always turn her face away from him and pretend to be offended. It was just one of the many quirks they entertained.
Yes! He, he was the reason for today’s dilemma. She knew she was to be sad today but for some reason she was not and even felt guilty sometimes for feeling excited and happy thinking about today. She would reach there by tomorrow and he would be there, h would shake hands with her father and smile at her mother and skillful avoid her only to stare at her a moment later. He was such a sucker when it came to her, stupid almost always. There was a smile slowly creeping on her face and colour flooded her small cheeks. She wondered whether he would notice that she had become a lot healthier these days and her bony appearance was replaced with a healthy pinkish glow. She though he might, and he would be happy seeing that too. She wondered how he would look, she had seen him on Skype a million times but she wondered how ...
She suddenly stopped and started feeling guilty for feeling too happy today, she should be feeling sad not happy. She was to leave her parents today and go to Chennai by the evening train. She quickly finished and steadied herself, she took and deep breath and exhaled sharply.
Moments later the door in the mirror snapped and closed, but her breath was still left on the tiny mirror slowly evaporating and moving away. It would be sometime before she would come in the mirror. The mist slowly turned to dew and tickled down the mirror, For a moment it almost looked as if the mirror was crying.
This post has been written for the "The Character" Contest by Harper Collins in Indiblogger.in
In association with Jacob Hills.
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Every single night its in your dreams that I cherish, in the long voyages that we take through uncharted waters, in the beautiful strolls through gardens and boulevards from very pricey magazine pages. The colours and the emotions that we share and cherish are truly remarkable. Though I expect nothing less from a beautiful dream, you’re here presence makes it unimaginable magnificent. Dreams that I have are all so wonderful so are the ones I believe you have, but the ones we share like our heart and our soul are sure to be unworldly.
Its been a couple of years since I met her, I still remember it be on a very ordinary day in a very ordinary chemistry lab, She came and stood next to me , she turned and she gave a smile that told me that we are meant to be. But the blind idiot I was made sure that nothing happened for the many days to come. It was certainly not the first time we have seen. Studying in same class seeing would not have been a problem. As days went on and on, our hearts grew closer and closer, the cold winters made us come close in search of warmth and the sizzling showers in envy, the scorching summer in search of shades and finally the spring in search of love.
I do know that every one tells it, but I promise you this that what I tell is the truth and nothing but the truth. I do believe with all my heart that I knew her way before the first time I laid eyes on her petite being. I assure you I have enjoyed the taste of her delicate throbbing lips way before in generations unknown to me. Her being is not strange, not any stranger than that of myself. May be this is what they call 'LOVE', may be this is how being in love is, If it is so and this is what I get from being in love and being loved, then I require the warmth of no stranger bosom than that of beloved one.
When she walked into my life at the time of great crisis, A time when I have had lost faith in all the worlds love, I trusted no one not even god for that matter, sinking into the depths of despair, alas! those were the dark days. Her touch was the guiding light that led me ashore, when romantic voyages after voyages failed and I was no better than a sinking soul. I am no great lover but at the moments I despise myself I keep telling my wounded soul, its not all that wounded. But much latter only I realised that had I not made those mistakes I would never have been able to see the right things, when it appeared before me. Had I not seen the darkness and experienced the piercing thrones I would never have realised it when I saw the rose bloom before my very eyes. Love does happen but so is it a search, it’s a special journey like none other, it will show you what that is that rightfully belongs to you and you rightfully belong to.
I am no great lover and mess up a little a lot of times, but I have done no such thing that by which I had betrayed her. It weights down my neck a duty to remain faithful. I know that a girl like her deserves much more and what I have is too pure to be in such dirty hands. But I see no reason to let go, call it lust call it selfishness, for she is mine and I indent to keep it that way for eternities to come. I do wait for the days that are ours to live, and the dreams that we share are ours to realise.
- A tribute to my other half.
" You have taught me love and how to love, in your hands i blossomed and in your love I grew and in you arms I wish to die"
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
The world of dreams is as dreamy as it can ever get. It’s so dreamy that any attempt to define or describe it would miss their mark by a very considerable amount. Dreams are something so personalisable that they define the very concept of owning. Dreams blur the thin line between the real and the imaginary. Every person has their very personal set of dreams. It’s something that they keep very close to themselves or for a few it’s something that despise more than anything.
The dreamscape is the setting of a dream and what differentiates the dreamscape from the world of imagination is the level of details and accuracy of events involved. Doubt it? Have you noticed that when in a dream you really feel that it is real? The dreams provide you with an alternate reality. The reality produced is not often a logical set of events but a set of events and people somehow related to you produced before you in some random fashion. Scientist does argue that the sequence of events are non-logically related but somehow related through some process. But let’s not discuss these technicalities.
On dream that I particularly remember is this one, unlike most dreams I have had they are not a series of visuals from some random part of my brain but it was a very close to heart dream. The setting of the dream fell at a time when I have had achieved success in life letting my think of the possible ways of using my remnant life. Quite deep! It’s is what I thought of it at first but further thought revealed to me that the dream itself had large credentials to look into?
A person bored of wealth and a hectic lifestyle I had decide to abandon it all and seclude myself to an isolated life and my lovely wife has decided to accompany me. Living such a life produced to me many questions of the utility of life. Then the I in my dreams decided to move into countryside have a nice house and go teach. Teaching to me seemed as absurd as it sound snow, but soon I found out that there is nothing in life as rewarding as this is. This life I liked as much as it sounds now.
The dream opened before a new tread of thought that I had never ever had before it opened by eyes to a world that lay before me but I never bothered to look. Dreams are powerful, so powerful that they can instill new thoughts in you and they can make people change overnight. Dreams are fundamental to health so is it fundamental to the person’s purpose on earth. To dream is a great ability, and to dream big is phenomenal but to be able to dream and act up on it is talent.
Saturday, 25 June 2011
" We are all in the gutter , But some of us are looking at the stars. "
-- Oscar Wilde
Wonderful isn't it ? The night sky!. It is something that never fails to fascinate. So Adorable, So magnificent, as if someone had accidentally dropped a million diamonds upon the black sky. They dance and the sway, they twinkle and they smirk. They make u look up at them with awe, with fascination. Nothing has inspired men like the stars if you would not count " love ". But unlike " love " the stars makes you desire, envy them in an entirely diffident manner, May be its because underneath you are aware of the impracticality in achieving it. Never the less. men has always chased stars and chased it quite far too.
Where is a child in all the worlds, who has looked up at the night sky and not desired a stellar speck of his own. No wonder men compare their dream to the stars, those are as special as it gets. I remember Carl Schurz who once said stars are like ideals, never to be achieved but to be followed. Sure every one of us know that one is never going to have a star, but does that stop them from dreaming of having one? Of course not!.
To have a dream is very fundamental, To compare it to the stars. A life without a dream is a sky with no stars.
I still remember when i used to gaze up at the stars. As the many dreamers i know, and the many millions i do not know, the thing that's going to separate the men from the boys definitely is whether they believe they can actually capture the " STAR "!