pausing for the moment…

so…this is it…the moment…i craved for…to write again…to pen down my thoughts…to fill this barren page…from the beginning of life…through the evolution of mankind…to this age…different moments have defined…redefined…the history…our history…our lives…it is true to state that it is these moments that we accumulate and then in the end of the journey…we say- “this is my life”

moments can be of different types…a happy one… a sad one…affecting different people…may be affecting a single me…a recurrent one…a single one…a moment that defines my existence…that defies my existence…redefines my existence…erases my existence…forever…moments can also be of…happiness…sadness…cruelness…forgiveness…there can be moments in which…a newborn cries and sees the world…the very moment…an aged lady bids farewell to this earth…two lovers make love for the first time…the precise moment…another couple break each others’ hearts to end love…a doctor picks his knife to save a life…while a murder picks his knife to end someone else’s life…a beggar starves to have a meal of the day…while an innocent teenager starves to be slim…a noted humanitarian receives the Nobel prize for peace…while at that precise moment a religious fanatics burns a house in the name of god…while a wall is broken to unite Germany…while other walls are raised to give birth to the new Russia…while a dictator carries on with a genocide for years…another dictator is excavated from  a hole only to be hanged later…while a rock star dies for being a dreamer…the other dies for his addiction of drugs…a comedian cries to make us laugh…while the other laughs to make us cry…so there are always things happening at same precise moment…some we are part of it…some we are not…sometimes we are not…some witness it…sometimes we ignore it…sometimes we cry for it…sometimes we laugh along…sometimes we die for it…sometimes we live on…

so the conclusion that glances for a while and then fades into the horizon of oblivion…the way we craft our moments …the statue of life is a reflective of them…we are the makers of our statue…and we carve day and night…tirelessly with our chisels…

so mathematically…life is simple…

 but living it is not…

a story for ages...

Just the other day i was watching a Bollywood movie named 'hum-tum', which was intellectually inspired(that is the word used for 'a total rip off' in Bollywood) from the Hollywood classic 'when harry met sally'. in this Bollywood blockbuster the hero throws a line that caught my ear more than any any dialogue that he romantically recites to his lover.he says,"everybody’s life is like a story book and when you meet other people their story becomes a part of your book. "

i was really forced to think and ponder the depth of these lines.it's so true our lives are like a story book adding chapters at each moments that live by...the people we meet...we love...we hate...our family...our loved ones...the girl whom you so much love...yet so far...yet so near...the beggar that you daily pass by...ignoring his pleading eyes...the child playing in the park reminding you of your childhood....the old man sitting on the porch reading the morning newspaper...reminding you of your grandfather whom you didn't have a chance to meet...to play with...the lady waiting in front of the school for her child to come back ...standing in the scorching heat...still smiling....reminding the sacrifices that your mother had made for you...the tiring man with a black briefcase in his hand...striding slowly...reminding of your father's contribution to your life...they all are here...they do matter...they made you the man you are today...they fill the chapters of your life.....of your story book.....

likewise...you become a part of....a chapter of someone else's story book...sometimes...a dedication on the second page...sometimes a line or two in the preface....sometimes an one pager....sometimes the whole book...an epic....and sometimes in the lines that states 'about the author'....it doesn't matter whether you feature in any of the areas....it matters that you do feature...even for a slight moment...even for long ages...so the faces that you see...the hands that you shake...the hearts that you touch...the eyes that you meet...all of them matters....this is how our stories get entangled...if you look them from the eyes of God...it seems that same story of the universe is told and re-told from several different perspectives...it is like God watching a multi-starrer film in which the story line involves interwoven small stories...different characters...different emotions...different sets...all intertwined to make a epic classic...running for ages...since birth...

the mischievous question that pops in my head - "doesn't God get tired of the boring script??"

an unusual Sunday...

It was an usual Sunday…an usual roaming in the malls…shopping through the windows…an usual outing…followed by a nice dinner at some place that serves something different from home food….it would have ended as an usual Sunday as well…but it did not…that Sunday left a mark…beating all the Sundays i have spent…challenging all the Sundays i am going to spend…people usually say -”life teaches you a lot.”…i agree to the fact….saying life teaches you most about life except anything…

pardon me if i flow with my philosophical river and move away from what i intend to share…

so where was i…yup…an usual Sunday…which in its birth in the dawn promised itself to be unusual…though it may have tried to whisper to me through the day into the evening…trying to mark its place as unusual…but it failed it’s purpose…

in this usual Sunday night, i was there at my favorite Pizza Hut outlet with my spouse after being a part of the tiring expedition to find the right curtains matching with color of the sofa…the grand welcome followed with pleasant smiles at the outlet( i said grand since we are self supposed privilege customers), we were made to sit.after grazing through the floor, i noticed almost the same lot eating here that i encounter whenever i come to this outlet on Sundays. beside us was a family of five…the father,the mother and their three daughters.just waiting our order to reach us…i was quietly listening to the conversation happening next table(though i know this to be a bad habit,which my wife reminds me whenever she catches me!!)

before i go into the over heard conversation…let me explain a little bit about the ‘family next table’…the parents were nearing forties with three daughters aging from eight years to fifteen years…chatting about everything..the father wanted to make a point to his daughters…

i will try to quote his words with mine:

” tell the truth…always…share it with us…talk to us…we are not like our parents…with whom we could not share anything..what we used to go through…our difficulties…our hurdles…so talk to us…we would like to hear from you…your thoughts…your difficulties…your hurdles…because we believe we can help you…guide you…

see we are all running a relay race…we are passing the baton to you and …in future you will be passing the same hence forth…may be we can help you get through the hurdle since we have already crossed it with flying colors…may be we can make you aware of the potholes…to be careful…to be slow…but steady…never giving up……”

i was impressed with the father so easily teaching his young daughters the basic fact of life with simple relation to a relay race…i was equally surprised with the daughters who could relate to the words their father was sharing….it may have continued some more…i didn’t get to hear more of it as our order was served.

leaving the outlet…i realized…the culinary delicacies didn’t satisfy my taste buds that Sunday…it was the ‘chicken soup for soul’ that made the Sunday unusual..

at last the Sunday was able to keep it’s promise…to be unusual…

An Affair for Ages…

The sky has become dark…its not night…not even twilight….the stage is being set…for them to meet…the most awaited….the rain is going to come back to the earth…like estranged lovers meeting after years…the rain reinvents the style of flirting…she starts to plant soft kisses over his body…he just groans with ecstasy…he is getting high…he doesn’t know what the night beholds for him….she just smiles wickedly…she tells him -’this is just the start…’…as the night moves…she manages to slide into his broad arms…he encourages the same…he used to love it earlier…he realizes the same today…he feels the happiness pouring from his guts…they are entangled in each others arms…in each others legs…two hearts beating into one…two bodies becoming one….earth’s body is completely drenched with dew drops of love…the night is still young…so are they…as they feel it today…they make love…for the first of many to follow…she,the rain gives herself to him….every drop of hers satisfies the heated body of him…he could feel the shivering move through his body…their lips locked…saying nothing….eyes opened….saying everything that one needs to hear….wants to hear….their lovemaking continues….for ages…to this day.