LOVE is....

So the big lord says
love is patient and it is kind
Its not envy or moment of lies.
it is not proud and it does not dishonor
it is not self-seeking neither it has any anger
 it keeps no record of the wrongs.
 but protects, trusts, hopes & perseveres

Is love so perfect?
Is it an emotion or a pack of notion
I truly deny with all my life
Love in real is full of flaws
its abstract and full on odds
sometimes obsessive sometime possessive
 at times jealous and at times submissive
its never mature or carry a sense
its raw and wild and and full of aberrance
its insecure like a child and
and on fire like in wild
calm but composed
more when opposed
sharing, understanding and togetherness
an open heart with optimism fully ebedded
mightier than the lord
Kinder the any word
and above all warmer than the sunny rays
lies beneath the golden gift of forgiveness

Truth is it is what you know it is and
a hell more than you can ever hope it to be
there is no height, there is no depth
its not a measure, or a compare in fact 
I accept it with all my life
love is what we want it to be....

ABSURD or ABSTRACT

Life is either totally absurd or it is utterly abstract. No matter how hard you attempt to keep it simple and sweet, there is always something convoluted in the offing eagerly waiting to be cracked.  After an earnest effort you sit down and anticipate the fruition of your travail, but life startles with the unsolicited & unforeseen disgusts and disappointments and worst some unanswered questions. In lieu of the unreturned questions starts the series of the most tiring and perpetual process of analysis leading to assumptions & speculations. 

We all get judgmental and then get entangled in the web of these assumptions, presumptions, expectations and disappointments.  The process goes on and on. 

A friend once suggested me to write something which is complicated and not candid. In fact write something that we don’t understand and then we would appreciate it more, I did not get the logic behind his plea on this point but I am still trying to do the honours: 

People get sleepless night, what troubles them inside? I thought again. Is it the insecurity and guilt or the guilt and insecurity for self? 

Many dismiss solitude with strange alibis: Is the reality hard to accept? Or the truth is too silly that one has to digress.

Sometimes people cannot hold back their impatience: Is it because they are so desperate of a person or is it because the child in them cannot masquerade with diplomacy. 

We are always rejected by the one person we feel is perfect match to our life. What makes them reject us, the harsh reality of rightness or the myth of conscience? 

Some people can never move on from a moment of life, is it because nothing exciting is left when one moves on in their life or because move on is an unfeasible allegory. 

Why are contentment & success always comparative and failure & grief always absolute?

Well truth is life is full of limited reality and unlimited dreams.  It is hard to figure out what fits and what not. Every action and decision revolves a circle and then strikes back and disturbs our ecosystem with another set of unsolicited queries.  All I can conclude is that this  process just goes on and on.

RANDOMM..............

I always imagined living here. The name was always so alluring to me. When Calcutta became Kolkata or Madras became Chennai, it had no impact on me. I was most unemotional but when your name changed I could somehow feel a pain. I wonder what it was. Back then I was still awaiting in my ingenuity to have an encounter with you. I was shattered that when I would finally come to you, your identity would be different than the one in my mind's eye. Now when I am finally here, I am so relaxed that you are still the same J. By the way I must tell you that you are more than just good weather. I know you get 10/10 for that but you have a lot more to offer. Good sorry awesome weather is just one of your renders.  Talking of weather I have something personal about you. You are the only stead in my India that best suits to my hair. You just curl then in the most exact and apt way possible.  It is manageable and so much in sync then never anywhere before. Yes you are a city of malls but that’s no problem to me. The best thing about you is that I feel so much of home everywhere in you. No eve teasing, no staring, no passing of comments and seriously no misdemeanor by person of any class. (btw no offense to any other city.) There is an inherent sense of civility and chivalry among the peoples. I am sure there are many more attributes which I am yet to discover with time. It has been just two very busy months. 

How do we make friends? Is it because of some common interest or common goals, same language or similar thoughts? Well I have made many friends in life and lately one of them is my "dost" with whom I have nothing in common.  He is so amazing of a person that everybody around him wants to be his friend. He is hard working, helpful, focused, mature and best of all very cheerful of a person. When you are low he can make you feel better, he would attend to all but has this special quality that makes you realize that he s giving all his time to you. Hello dost I feel so  fortunate to join your friend list.  

Talking of friends , there is also something called the best friend. Ms Himani Saini, no matter you are thousand miles away of fifty steps far, you are always somewhere deep inside my heart. We just turned 6 and I can only say, they were the most amazing 6 six years of my life. Its not a cliché but you are one true companion of life. People come and go or sometimes are thrown out (dude, you know it better :p) but you are for life or even longer.  I seriously adore our change in roles within days and how come our stock on philosophies of life never gets over.  We inspire each other and dismiss the whole world as bunch of fools with a serious lack of judgement and zero sense of sensibility.

Seriously penning himani & shruti down would be like penning something unending so let us just leave it like this.... fully open ended… 

Talking of open ended I have something for the unknown you too. It is like you know me since the beginning of time. It seems you are older than my maturity but younger than my life. We share the big laughter when together and when alone I relish you with little smile. I always thought that nobody but Mr Darcy has those especial charm to enamor me but I got proved wrong.  What more can life offer.  (Wow I love my imagination.)

Thought of the moment and since a while: Yes you take a part of me when u leave me, I feel myself when you are with me, I keep waiting till I hear the hi, it’s a tough moment  when u say goodbye. I may not love you but I care for what I leave with you.

(PS:The blog is dedicated to myself)

Lootera aka Masterpiece

Sometimes there is a movie called as a good movie and we revel it like a one-time watch, full paisa vasool etc because it has a plot whether in a comic way or thrill and we enjoy uncovering the contrive and ignore some of its flaws. At most other times there is a movie called a not so good movie tagged as a no time watch because of the lack of proper storyline, overacting or dismal acting, recurring plots, poor direction, over dramatic outlook, filthy scenes and senseless dance numbers. Then we have a third kind maybe one of a kind only called Lootera aka masterpiece.

Stupendous magnum opus by the director with flawless performance and mesmerising music synchronised in a flow like the sparkling morning sun over the unsullied sea waves.  A montage of paragons with poised love and emotions unbound. It seemed as an inimitable picturesque with every move speaking its heart out without even the slightest utterance. 

Lootera is a conspicuous love story of a con Varun and a sweet chirpy Pakhi. It might sound regular and usual but it is miles away from all such tags. Set in the backdrops of 1950s, the movie plays around with its era so beautifully, that one craves for the same. The other perfectly depicted elements of the movie are the ageing zamindaar and his haveli, a true friend, the cop and the scenic snow laden hilly terrain.  A full credit for this masterwork goes to the stunning cinematography and art direction with exact sound effects. 

Pakhi is a character sketch of beauty with expressions, innocence with confidence, romance with honest exuberance and a broken heart without slightest odium.  Varun alternatively is a portrayal of subtle honesty, chivalrous love, beguiling romance, unsolicited betrayal and sacrificing redemption. Both together display a unique enchanting alchemy whether of love or anger, of angst or joy, of wit or wisdom and of expressions or just silence.

You wont just see it but would feel this movie in parallel. You won't feel it because you would relate yourself with it or your fantasies but because it is so damn awesome and beautiful that you would feel it altogether.

(PS: I saw it, I felt it, I smiled, I cried what more I say I just fell in love with it)

Mumma...

Who are you…

It so hard to concise

What you mean to me

I can never ever define

When words mean so much less

And emotions hurt in every sec

I look upon you as my one hold & need

Honestly you are my only comfy indeed

You care more than I do for me

You think beyond my thoughts can be

You protect me from dangers that I hardly see

You hearten me to win after witnessing any defeat 

You make my way fly like it can never be…

Honestly, you are my only comfy indeed

Your persona is so manifold and large

From a creator to an inculcator to a

Friend, philosopher and guide

With your immense love and blessings

You have always been so outright

I dream one day I would also

Become somethings of the many you are

What more I say..i love you my dearest mumma…..