Sunday, May 3, 2015

This or that - a fool's story



As a rule, man is a fool. He wants cold when it is hot, and hot when it is cold! 

I am not sure which intelligent soul set this bang on theory. I heard about it when I was in school, on the verge of deciding my major. Never did it cross my mind that my life will be stuck around this theory day and night, year after year. 

It was a bright and sunny day today. Stockholm waits for this kind of weather since previous year's November. And it is finally here - out of the darkness, when you go to work in dark, and come back in dark. The only time you can see what is next to your building is for a couple if hours during the day, when you are engrossed in the zillions of tasks at hand at the office desk. Anyways, coming back to the sun, Vihaan and I got ready, all ecstatic and vibrant, to go running. the plan was run/ skateboard to the park, and have ice cream while watching the ducks at the lakeside. We implemented the whole plan. 

While coming back, as intuition struck, I bought a strong sunscreen, the one with 50+ SPF. I reached home, with red neck, and red arms, itching, scratching, highly irritated. It had come back, again this year - "the sun allergy". Rubbed a thick layer of soothing calamine lotion, while thinking about penning this down. I remember the doctors asking me before prescribing medicines - "kisi cheez se allergy yaad kijiye" (are you allergic to something?). 
So I want the winters back now, so that I can safeguard my skin from my nails, they have already bruised some skin. 

Referring to the above theory, another totally unexpected incident goes like this. I recently bought my domain name, and moved from blogger to wordpress. You are right, I am still working on blogger. Read on. I got it done professionally. After spending quite a lot of mullahs, I am totally dissatisfied with the new site, new theme, new widgets, new concept, everything. The team did a fantastic job, exactly as per my requirements. Alas, as a rule, I am a fool, I want hot when it is cold, and cold when it is hot! 










Thursday, April 30, 2015

Zenith as I dream #ATOZCHALLENGE #1000SPEAK



A cleaner greener earth
Love will have no dearth
Crystal blue gushing water
Twinkling stars and your laughter!

One religion, being human
Race, caste all ties undone
Thoughts, actions and joy realm
The zenith as I dream!


This post is written as the twenty sixth and ultimate in the series of AtoZ challenge and a part of #1000speak
My theme is "Compassion" and today's thought is based on
"Zenith"



Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Happiness Yonder #ATOZCHALLENGE



Its dark
my foot sinks as I cross the marsh
there's a thorny bush to hold
disheveled hair and the wind is cold

With bruised arms and caked feet
I search for the red groundsheet
there's a blinkering flame in dark
as I sight the neon mark

Moonlit sand sparkle and shine
Waves kiss them, say you are mine
Dancing eyes beyond wander 
all I see is happiness yonder
all I see is happiness yonder




This post is written as the twenty fourth in the series of AtoZ challenge and a part of #1000speak
My theme is "Compassion" and today's thought is based on
"Happiness Yonder"



Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Being Xenon #ATOZCHALLENGE #1000SPEAK


The world makes me Xenon
inert, 
lifeless, 
invisible
colorless
yet invincible! 



This post is written as the twenty fourth in the series of AtoZ challenge and a part of #1000speak
My theme is "Compassion" and today's thought is based on
"Being Xenon"



Monday, April 27, 2015

WALKING IN THE WARZONES #ATOZCHALLENGE #1000SPEAK




Yesterday, I started reading the wonderful book by Murakami – “What I talk about when I talk about running”. I had picked the book in haste from the neighboring bookstore, while my son was busy selecting posters of footballers. Buying books is my weakness. Many of them are resting on the wooden shelves, waiting to be read. Their time will come, soon.

Besides a penchant for buying, I love to walk. I can go for walks at any hour of the day. Last evening I went at 9pm. Just felt like it. The whiff of fresh air, along the Långholmen beach, a few meters from my home, soothes my soul. If the weather is suitable, it works wonders on my mind. 

The clean green grass, the glistening sand below my feet, and the waters quietly splashing on the shores, as if teasing the grains to swim away into the vast oceans – all this leaves me mesmerized. The world is indeed a beautiful place. The nature’s reserves cannot be contained by the man-made political boundaries. Besides, there is no measure for nature’s beauty. The majestic Himalayas, aurora borealis in Lapland, the fjords of Norway, the Great Barrier Reef in Australia, the penguins in Antarctica, the sand dunes in Africa, the grasslands of South America – I am sure you are with me when I say the list is endless? 

God must have painstakingly created the earth – carved the plateaus, molded the mountains, and filled in the oceans with crystal clear waters. And then left it on us to cherish, nourish and enjoy, to walk, to run. But then the super intelligent mankind created some boundaries. Countries were born. Countries are divided, more countries are born. Along with these, as we have discussed in the series of A to Z posts, religions propagated, and castes perforated humankind.

While walking along the water last evening, my thoughts wandered across to the countries, where nights are not as peaceful, days are not as happy. Where human beings have no freedom, they lead a life of misery. The countries which are war-zones, declared as battlefields, for the political leaders of the world, for the terrorists who rape, behead and murder in the name of religion. Where they crawl to hide their bodies from the human hawk’s eyes.

One day, I will visit these people, the beautiful countries, lost in war, where they once celebrated a festival called life. One day, I will walk on their shores, feel the grains of sand, under my feet, the water kissing my feet, the vast expanse of the ocean which once witnessed a bomb blast, which killed the beach walkers, never to return home.



This post is written as the twenty third in the series of AtoZ challenge and a part of #1000speak
My theme is "Compassion" and today's thought is based on
"Walking in the war-zone"