A beautiful mind

Nature has always been one of the things that has captured my mind and heart alike. I find peace looking at a tiny ant wobble it's way through dirt and pebbles. I'd rather be alone and quiet looking at a sunset rather than finding reasons to be with loud and noisy people and would rather go out on a night time stroll and find myself under dimly lit skies than be at a place with shiny lights and loud music. Nature has all the answers to all the questions that might have ever crossed your mind. Nature has all to tell about love, sacrifice, anger, pity, jealousy, order, chaos, change and constants. We simply need to look closely and ask the correct questions.When a pandemonium of thoughts keeps interrupting my so-called sanity like the buzzing of a radio set to static, I look around for things that ease it. 

There is nothing in science that nature knows not of. The sound of a cricket buzzing at night, the sound of waves hitting the shore, the morning sky painted red, the silent nights and the starry skies have been what had inspired us humans to understand these miracles around us. It's for nature that we are curious. It's taught us all that we know. 

I often wonder about symmetry in nature. It's everywhere. There always are two sides of a coin, there always is a black for every white, a yes for every no, a life for every death, a warmth for every cold,and a truth for every lie.Yet, we talk very less about the random.What about the randomness in the leaking of water from a tap? Or the suddenness in the thoughts that cross our mind? What governs that? Isn't chaos the other side of the coin to orderliness? So what if all those things that you write off as a random thought, might not be so random after all! I mean,c'mon!Look at the stars, had no one told you about constellations in the 4th grade, wouldn't that have been random too? What about the northern lights? It definitely has more to it than cosmic rays interfering with atmosphere and all that science I had read in some textbook and don't remember  much of (no wonder it has happily leaked out of my memory).But what I do know and always will remember is that it is beautiful and ethereal. For me,it'll always be that way, even if our understanding of it improves with years to come.

 I think it's sad about how we wait for books to validate what we think. It appalls me why thinking is not free and encouraged. Give a kid a text book and he'll memorize axioms and theorems. But leave that kid to himself out in the open, and the kid will know about the things he read. I hope more people in the education 'system' (or should I say, the lack of it) think about the 'doing and seeing' part of things.

We complain that 'his grades aren't that good'. Yet is that what we seek from the youth? Good grades? If Sir Newton hadn't been there under that tree, god knows what on earth  most of us would have been doing right now? What if Benjamin Franklin didn't go bat crap crazy and flew that kite in the storm. We all have a beautiful mind. We need to keep rekindling the flames at times.Let nature inspire you,for it is the best teacher. 

Let us learn not to strangulate dreams and hopes in the name of science and knowledge. Let us have what it takes to look into the eyes of a child sitting in class and looking out of the window, and see more than an inattentive lad.He could have simmering ideas and dreams, he could have all it takes, and he could be what he most certainly doesn't seem to be.Let us learn to accept a beautiful mind as it is,for that is what nature is, unadulterated and pristine.Let us have it in us to realize that art is as important as science.Let us have in us what takes to appreciate the moonlit night sky, the waterfalls, the sand dunes, the riverbeds and the butterflies, for a thing of beauty will always be a joy forever.

Of dreams and broken hearts

"When your heart breaks or your dreams hit the floor and crash, you must remember and accept that it will hurt a lot. You probably won't be able to get a grip immediately.There will be teary eyes and it will be difficult to fall asleep at nights.There will be day after day when you'll realize you are not getting any better.But then after all that while...after all the tears you could have cried and all the thoughts that might have crossed your mind,you will come of age.You'll realize that you had done every thing you could. You had pushed yourself as far as you could go.The only next step possible is to take a few steps back.And no matter how impossible it might seem today,some day, maybe weeks or months later will come a day, when it won't hurt as much as it does today.

Your life might not be what you thought it would be. Maybe you won't have all that you wanted to have.But what's the purpose to life if all our dreams came true.Success and failure never came without each other.Just the way we celebrate our joy, we must also learn to take defeat with a straight face.It's not cowardly to accept you were wrong.Neither does it make you less of a person if you end up in a mess sometimes. What is important is the part where you decide to brush the dirt off your knees and get up to walk again.

It's not like you fall out of love or it's not like you stop wanting something to happen.It all stays there somewhere in your heart. All that love never went away anywhere.All your dreams don't just die.You just learnt to console itself.



Even after all this happens, there will be days or moments when you'll want to let it go. When it will not be worth all the holding up you are trying to do.Those tiny moments here and there will make you the person you are going to become.We all have dreams, big and small.Most of them don't come true in the beginning.Most of them end up making you realize that each of those dreams were necessary. Those dreams taught you that in order to become a better person, one has to have a few dreams that didn't come true. And those broken dreams will keep stoking your soul from inside.They will keep stoking you till the day you are ready to dream again.Till they day you are not scared anymore to work for those dreams to come true.Till they day you realize that if you want it to happen, all you got to do is work to make it happen.


We humans are creatures who were made to endure the tough.We were wired this way.No matter how difficult we think it is, but there always is hope. There always is some place where you can start over again.And there's no guarantee that your heart won't break after that.No guarantee that all of your dreams will come true henceforth.But you'll still have it in you.No matter what people tell you and no matter what you read in some novel, repair is easy.The best gift we people have is our dreams.We need to protect them and fight for them.Because our dreams are what make us up and break us down at the same time.We need to keep dreaming and the only reason I can say that my heart has never been broken is because I have a wild heart and wild hearts...they just don't break."

Those Rimmed Glasses

She was sitting alone in our balcony,watching the sun set and leave the sky smeared in a vermilion hue.I went up to her holding out a cup of tea.I don't understand how some people like red tea.For me, tea has always been that sweet and refreshing drink, with a healthy amount of milk in it.She looked at me with her kind eyes.She had really kind eyes, you know.But I could see them getting tired.Her hands had started to shake a bit those days,and she liked to sleep more often.

I didn't like to think to myself that she was getting older.From the first time I remember her,she always had grey hair and always wore those rimmed glasses.But her hands were becoming more wrinkly and she was not getting any better as the days passed.She used to cook me up fantastic Indian lunches, my favorite being the porridge and fish fry.I saw her cook and I saw how much people enjoyed it. Someday, I wanted to be able to cook like her.I still try,though with lesser success, I must say.

For a person born and brought up in Bihar, she struggled too much with her Hindi than expected.She always messed up the gender and tenses.As a result, I often became the boy who wanted to buy the frock with the most number of frills on it, and my father became the lady who always wore a nice tie to work.

I grew up in the same building with my grand parents.It had it's own perks.I used to park myself on that sofa of theirs whenever I felt like. Angry. Hungry. Sad. Happy. Didn't matter much.She always made me feel better with her gaze. Draped in her soft saree, she matched every picture I could ever draw, of a grandmother.

There were many times she fell ill.It became more frequent. I was staring at my grandmother slowly ebbing away.Things changed a lot when grandfather passed away.She kept ill usually.She moved in with us,to our apartment.I got to spend more time with her.I was trying to make up for the times I was too busy to go see her,when I was busy growing up.It felt good,to watch her sit in those summer afternoons.Her hair,now almost silver, flew along with the sway of the ceiling fan.She told stories,lots of them.She made sure I had good memories to remember her by.I do remember her that way.But I don't miss her.I know she watches over me.Sends me an extra bag of will from above,whenever I need it.

It was four-thirty in the morning.We had stayed up all night.She was on her way to the hospital,and I was staring at the bed in my room, where she used to steal a nap every afternoon.Then it all hit my suddenly,my heart skipped a beat and I closed my eyes and said "Goodbye".A few minutes later the doorbell rang.It was father,saying she was no more.I clearly remember staring at her ice-cold body.Funnily,her hair still flew the same way it used to.Beside her, in a black box, were kept those rimmed glasses.

Even today, when I climb down the stairs and have made sure no one is watching,I stretch out my hand near the door, hoping that she would hold it and plant a kiss, like she used to back in those days.In those days, when she wore those rimmed glasses.

Monotony and the Mind

When its midnight and the world's all hush,

a bunch of thoughts just crossed my mind.

I look around to see this rush 

only realizing I've been left behind.

Those same old mornings, 

and the same old nights.

Those same old streets 

that greet my sight.

It seeps into me, with every day

this monotony I try to keep at bay.
These empty people and the things they say

are way so empty anyway.

These cog wheels of eternal time 

move with the melodies of machines

crushing things of joy in its wake

never to look back it seems.

But next morning i'll wake up and find

the monotony is all in my mind.

I'll paint this world in my way

every minute of every day.

I'll smile through the shadows

and dance through the rains

holding on to my things of joy

and letting go of my pains.

For I know out there are people few

who make my world so brand new.

I know it's easier said than done,

but not now.. . once that I've begun.

5 reasons why people should date

I read somewhere that " Love can happen at the first sight, but it is always better to take a second look".

Well, what could be more true?

One of the most overlooked mass tragedies our society has been witnessing in my opinion, is the rate at which relationships tend to fall out. Let me not talk about relationships between the fabled  'step mother-tortured kid', 'mentally rabid kid-helpless parents', or the 'snobby self centered  brats-old needful parents' relationships.Let me talk about a relationship we all seem to be able to relate to easily, that between lovers.

The first thing that appalls me is why the concept of dating is virtually nonexistent  in our current social setup.I mean the normal protocol that seems to be rampant is:
Guy approaches girl ( or in very few cases, the other way round ), then girls says a yes or she says a no ( both done either immediately or after a long and unending 'friend-zoning' ).And then sadly, either it is too soon, or it is too late.

Not that I am advocating against the magic spontaneous decisions can bring into your life, but I am of the belief that, if not sure, then PLEASE date. After putting myself through a lot of empirical experiments,which I must admit didn't end in up in my favor, I have found these 5 simple reasons why dating is essential to ensure a sustaining,healthy relationship:

1. The biggest out- and- out advantage it gives is that, THE DOUCHES GET FILTERED.If your 'douche-alarm' goes off, run my friend, run for life!
No dating a douche = a happy life. Simple.

2. Remember, even if a non-douche, you are not obliged to fall for every other nice person who asks you out. Don't put yourself through that. Simply, bow out politely and try not to leave any emotional or collateral damage  behind.

3. Dating helps you get comfortable, or uncomfortable with time, whatever may be the case. You can find out things that connect you and things  which you can readily agree to disagree about. 

4. People can pretend. Spending a bit of time together, you can save yourself the trouble of  getting trapped with a guy who has the ADD , read attention deficit disorder, or with a girl who threatens you to cut herself open if you decide otherwise. These things can get really messy and grave. 

5. And of course, the best thing about dating is that you can find that magic of love. You can realize how much you want the person and how madly in love you are, or even a subtle advantage can be, that you may develop love with the time.

It may cost you a bit of time, and a bit of emotional investment as well, but I think, it keeps  you happy in the long run. I hope dating is something we do, before we decide the colors of curtains in the drawing room.

Sincerely,
A pro-dating chick.