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| Sometimes I am curious to know what goes through their minds.
Curious to know what their lives have made them, what they think.
Sometimes I just wish I lived their lives, would I have thought differently?
I meet a thousand people and see a thousand places,feel a thousand things and bingo!, there I am, exactly what I am.
I dont need to strain to be exclusive, I already am. I dont need to act unique, I already know. But damn! I need the advice. Very badly actually! Maybe not because I will follow it. But because it will affect me forever and make me again, what I am. There is a certain kick out of plain observation. Observe people, mannerisms, tastes,observe them observing.
There exists a certain point in life when you know exactly what you want. It comes often though.Which makes it suspiciously untrue.
Then again there comes a time when every second makes sense but yet you doubt whether they actually are what they claim to be ,just because you have seen too much to believe anything at first sight and because you dont treat events mutually exclusive, you are special. Friends ,dont forget to stop and look around. Sometimes I am curious to know what goes through their minds.That comes often though. | | |
| Its then I realised the shutters are down to my imaginary window and yet am seeing pictures in the darkness. The pictures are the same ,only they feel different now. I thrive on the meandering mind on my bus to office. An hour and a half of watching out of the window.My window. What I see and what I want to see fused into a beautiful droplet of transparent fluid bloating up the images from their actual shapes. There is no peering into or around it.No hidden demons or invisible fairies.The mind follows its own principles of perception and any attempt at trying to condition it to view anything different is just another figment of your own minds imagination.An attempt to streamline ,at your own minds will ,what you would have actually seen better without. What you see is what you are. | | |
| Time slowed down to a sanguine sound
and memories to a shroud,
A cold cruel winter drew the gleeship found
to the fleeting tangerine cloud.
In meagre times I had cried for you
In a fervent plea played loud,
With all the hushed voices freed
I did my tears allow.
The seed has drowned in the shallow pool
The terrible plea in a crowd,
The tears have dried in waiting for you
and 'now' I dont hear you shout.
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| One more year of life spent in varying frames per second.
One more year accumulating unforgettable snapshots with a limited vision.
One more year of self reproach, pity, longing, pain and ultimate joy.
One more year in doubt.
One more year in fear, worry, and hence insouciance.
One more year with growing maturity, awkwardness and patience.
One more year of madness and chaos, peace and tranquility.
One more year to look back at.
One more year to try and live up to.
One more year to forget and move ahead.
And one more year to die, relive and repaint.
"Happy Birthday to Me"
*cheers*
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| An eventful weekend it was.
Saturday was a trip,literally.Destination the "Bandel Basilica" church in Bandel(where else).A small serene, mostly christian township situated around 45 kilometers from Kolkata,separated from the city by a picturesque train journey.
The threatening clouds remained just that throughout the day,threatening.The cool breeze and easy traffic helped no end.
A four of us began our journey from Rashbehari,somewhere in the south of the city.The mode of transport being metro,minibus,ferry and then train,(in that order)not because we wanted it that way but because one of us was new here and we wanted him drenched to the toe in the kolkata culture before he left for Delhi.
The minibus left a lasting impression on the stranger."yeh bus to shuru hote hi khatam ho gaya!"He said (This bus seems to end as soon as it starts!).Poor guy.Cant blame him.People just fail to fit in,dont they?
A ferry ride across the hooghly to Howrah station via fairlie place.The river sounded more furious than normal but the waves still had a calming effect and the water felt like like a detached younger sibling to the hustle of the city.
The local train journey was enjoyable, albeit with a heavy dose of unwanted information pouring in from a nosy co passenger who waited on us for unsuspecting cues to butt in throughout the hour long trip.We planned to buy him a packet of chips just to keep his mouth shut,before he himself did the honours and saved the day.
A 15 minute rickety cycle rickshaw ride from Bandel station through the sleepy town and we were in front of the nearly 400 year old Roman Catholic structure overlooking the Hooghly river.
After a quick lunch at a small hotel wierdly named "Baba Cabin" we proceeded towards the church.
There was a slight misunderstanding with a rather dour looking cow who also wanted to enter at the same time as us through the slender entrance to the holy place,but peace prevailed after the security issued a stern warning to the disappointed animal who went back to chewing over the matter.
The corridors of the church had paintings of Christs' journey hung on both sides of the wall preaching even basic fundas like "Cleanliness is next to Godliness".But it was the silence that was the show stealer.Man needs nothing more, believe me, to realise their mistakes or simply realise.To ponder over deeds,commited,to be commited and what they do right now.I realised once again how much I love places where faith converges.Be it temples,mosques,Gurdwaras,churches,rock shows,western classical or Indian classical performances or for that matter public shows of strength or standing ovations in a prize distribution ceremony.People hear their conscience much better when a)it is silent and b)there is a certain humility in your mind borne basically out your self made belief for an object or concept.It is here that your conscience answers your every question and you "actually" listen to and accept it .Elsewhere your self made "Will" takes over and corrupts what your conscience said.
Next we moved to a small crowded room where the biggest and most potent "brand" on earth was being dealt, discussed and distributed in exchange of currency.GOD.
Take your pick.Small metal crosses 3 bucks,big crosses 5 bucks.Chains 6 bucks.Fluorescent plastic statues of Jesus on cross 24 bucks.Mother Mary 27 bucks.Original italian fibre glass statuettes ranging from Rs150 to Rs7000 .I bought a small booklet titled "History of Bandel Basilica" for Re 1. I found all that I wanted in it.
The church traces back to 1599 and has a rich myriad history with a fair sprinkling of magic ,miracles and heroism to keep the curious mind engrossed.The statue of Mother Mary on the top of the church and the mast of a portuguese ship in the front offered in gratefulness by the captain for saving the crews' lives from a typhoon in the Bay of Bengal are the major highlights.
I will not go into the details of the history,you may check this link for theory and also a neat slideshow. "Bandel Basilica".
Four sister were singing something soothing and really cool near the sanctum sanctorum.I looked at the coloured glass artwork through which the sun shone in and felt happy.
After one of my friends (who has a wierd habit of petting,smooching and cuddling every cute looking kid who crosses her way) had petted,smooched and cuddled the last of the cute kids in the church campus we made our way back home making plans for our next visit.
Spent most of Sunday sleeping when a friend called up in the evening and a three of us rode(on a single bike) to a watering hole near the IIM campus.Three mugs down and I recieve an SMS."Are you watching the Australia-South Africa match??!!".
Jaws dropped when the TV was switched on. Australia 434/4.The last 15 overs of the South African run chase brought my senses down to normal and then further down to shock,denial etc.What a sobering effect!The greatest one day match that I have witnessed.Nice gesture that from Ponting to refuse the MOM award.The rest of the evening I spent wondering what genius is required to edit the match to an hour long highlights package. | | |
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