Life as it comes..

All of our lives are consciously or unconsciously in preparation for that one moment where we can finally feel proud for making it count. Ernest Hemingway’s “The old man and the sea”, which won him the Pulitzer prize is a narration of one such glorious moment of an ordinary old fisherman - Santiago. It is the story of how Santiago who is struck by ‘salao’ (bad luck) and hasn’t had a single catch in almost 3 months decides to endure any challenge that might come in the hope to reverse his unproductive streak. The decision sees him stuck deep in the sea for three long days having baited a huge Marlin but unable to pull it up and holding onto the fish line with every ounce of strength his body can produce.  As the struggle between the old man and the giant marvellous Marlin progresses, what we witness are the beautiful, intricate layers of a not-so-ordinary man and the sheer strength and grace of the mighty nature. I feel this is something we all can personally relate to - going throu...

 It's Friday night and I had a horrible, long and tiring day at office.F inally, at 8.30pm after almost 12 straight hours of being at office and working for the day, when I got up, my slogging ass thanked me for releasing it off the pressure for a few minutes :D I expected the traffic to be better but who was I kidding? Bangalore Traffic! on a Friday night! Better?? *add a loud monstrous sarcastic evil laughter* MY FOOT!!! Riding back, thanks to the dark streets minus streetlights, as*****s who drive with high beam within city limits and potholes which are the size of a manhole, I had numerous moments where I thought today was the last day of my life on this wretched planet but guess the universe isn't done with me yet! Finally, after what seemed an hour of riding to cover a distance well within 10kms, I almost reached home if not for spotting a newly opened cafe. And suddenly, there was this beautiful thought inside my head to go on a date with myself!! I know right! That ...

I have loved and lost... lost myself to the love, lost the love as well. I'm sure a vast majority of us understand the feeling and can still feel a piercing pain in fleeting/vulnerable moments. Although I understand the feeling and have accepted it as part of this journey called life, I never understand why it had to happen or how necessary it was as an individual event.  What did I learn by experiencing it? I don't think I will come to any conclusion on these questions despite dedicating countless minutes of time in overthinking these topics just like how I will not understand Why Lata had to leave Kabir or why life had to separate  Mohini from Digvijay!! All I know is that I am a flood of emotions in those few moments fighting a silent battle on the outside, my inners shrieking at their loudest! In that turmoil of emotions, what I miss the most is my love for life ,love for self, love for love that I've lost in my pursuit of love for another I dedicate this post to Vira...

Photo by  Evan Dennis  on  Unsplash Why don't you take a moment to wonder of how life came into existence? Why do you waste a day by not smiling? While you could be bridging gaps with it Why do you sit over there, destroying a life by gossiping? Why don't you use words to talk a soul out of depression instead? Why do you cry waiting for an old friend to return? Why don't you step out and extend your hand to someone new instead? Why does your ego stand so tall? Why don't you realize how insignificant you are? Why does your mind dream so small, containing only materialistic whims? Why don't you dream to strive for others Why do you sleep with no thoughts inside of you? Why don't you let a progressive restlessness of such 'Why's engulf you?

If I could travel far then I would travel far away from your memories that keep me up at night or haunt me in my dreams If I could travel far then I would travel to the graveyard watch the tombstone of our happiness shed a tear or two remembering you If I could travel far I would travel back to you in search of a missing piece of me that which stayed with you, while I walked away

Walk by the beach and take a seat miss set aside your sandals & give the ocean a kiss join your hands and clink your bangles sync with the ocean to make happy jingles Read a novel of a prince there once was build a sand castle in his honour catch a crab running to report to his boss be assured that here, you are never a loner Sleep on the sand and watch the sun go down take a smile from the fisherman and change your frown think of things you are grateful for and voice out a hum Now, you can call yourself a certified beach bum

Of rains that poured men that snored lush green forests, slippery road newly found friends to share the load hungry leeches and dead frogs a helpful guide and his friendly dogs hesitant smiles that turned to nonsense banter unfortunate incidents that no longer matter coffee, tea and maggi that was hot a new group of friends that earlier was not! Guitar strums and heart warming songs dumb-charades guesses - how many right and wrong? A trek that took place on a cold day who minds? It filled us with such warmth anyway...