Leave!

In days of my education as well as career, I take leave, very often.. Like once in a month at the very least..

Do you want to know why?

Simply because, I wasn’t feeling like going to school on that particular day..

I say the very same reason to my parents and they do allow me to avail that. For they believed firmly that if you don’t accept the real reasons, even if it doesn’t sound so correct by societal norms, it lead to telling lies. So they encouraged by accepting the simple fact that I don’t feel like going to school..

So it got ingrained in me to take a little while to enjoy the vacation amidst chaos of the routine..

And now I wish I could avail a leave from blogging, but there is something else that drags me back to post every day.. And that’s when i realise that I’ve never loved my school as much as I love blogging!

❤

Keepsakes?!

There are so many collectibles around to collect and I’ve had many hobbies including stamp collection and coin collection.

But there is one weird collection amidst that which even I don’t understand as to why I started collecting them.

To this day, I couldn’t throw out the collection from almost a decade back.

Oh my collection is bus tickets! I commuted through bus during my college days and if I could date them, I might check my attendance to college.

Alas, I don’t keep them organised in any way. But there are about three boxes fully packed with those.

To this day, I could never fathom the meaning of why I did, what I did nor have the heart to throw them away. I know I should definitely declutter my useless keepsakes.

I have started throwing away most of the useless things despite great memories. But, this is one thing I couldn’t throw away yet.

I’ve stopped collecting them when they shifted to the printing system, for those prints faded with time. Now, my collection has become a relic as the system of pre printed tickets is almost extinct.

So what’s weird in your collection?

Thoughts on thoughts!

Torrent of thoughts gush through..
Picking up a thread seems Herculean task..
And not one thread is available to hold on..

Importance of those, at all levels..
Urgency of those, at all levels..
Dreaminess of those, at all levels..
Level of implementing, indeed at all levels..

They range from atom to galaxy..
From picking up laundry
To launching a new product..

Unless I know who and where I’m,
I could not move forward..
But if I keep on untangling
And to no avail, how could I go on?

Setting a target and move towards,
The most often suggested idea..
But what if there are so many targets..

Prioritise, they whisper..
With mind or heart?

Mind says,
Plant your feet and then,
Only then reach for the stars..

Heart shouts,
Just reach for the stars,
everything else will fall into place..

Will everything else falls
Or will I myself fall?
Some distant thought asks,
What if you fly rather than fall?

Mind shrouds,
You’re not a bird with wings,
Nor a human with flight..

And there creeps in another thought..
When I can’t even get
my mind and heart together,
How could I put into action,
For those plans to reach the stars?

And there’s that screeching silence..
When all thoughts come to a still,
And not a single thought on the front..
It’s a pleasure I seek when I meditate,
Nonetheless, not easily achieved when I do..
But not when I’m trying to find a way through…

And amidst all the chaos,
The chaos of daily life, calls out..
And in it the dreams drain out..

Now comes another thought,
All above are just your excuses..
Just put them into action
And everything will sort itself out..

Will they? Do they ever sort out at all?
Or is this what life is all about?

On Planning, not to plan

Some people call it
Growing up..
While others call it
Shifting of time..

At some point of life,
We try to rein in everything we can
And let things happen in one way,
Our way, the only right way..

Some do it earlier in life,
Realise that life doesn’t let it be so,
And learn to go with it
And stop making plans..

But there are few,
Who doesn’t want to learn it,
Even after they’ve felt the burn..
For their way is the only right way..

Me, I plan to not plan..
And that plan doesn’t workout..
So I still keep planning
And still feel the burn often..

Once I planned,
To let things flow
And so things flew by,
In every direction I know..

The constant dilemma…
So how to be happy
When things keep flowing
In some way, other than yours..

Life is a form of water,
Born from the vast oceans,
That ultimately reaches
It’s destiny, the ocean..

You have no control over
The evaporation from ocean
Or where you start your journey
As to where the rain falls..

At some point of time,
It eventually gets to some form..
Right then, you choose..
The path of future..

You could either flow through
Barren lands, nourishing it..
Or through the watery lands,
Flooding it and wreaking havoc..

You could fall from great heights,
And be a magnificent falls..
Or you could stay still, stagnate
and eventually stink as unused pond..

You could flourish yourself
Perpetually with fountains,
Stay right where you are as lake,
And let others seek you with love..

You could just lose all control,
Choose the path of least resistance,
Let every rock, pit and bump
Decide your course of future..

Yet every means lead to a destination..
But all the struggle and resistance,
In between the source and destiny,
Is simply to make,
A destination into the destination!

Be the best of what you’re,
And your flow flourishes within
As well as nourishes around..
It’s ALWAYS your choice!

And of course, I chose to be,
Ripples, the unending variety..
That splatters little more of
Life, laughter and love…

The harder the restraint,
You put through my path,
The fierce the will and hence
Bigger the splash and wider the reach!

Hit me with all you can,
I’ll still hit you back,
Incessantly and invariably
With all goodness and love..

And also, I realised that
It’s impossible to restrain
The flow at all times..
But it’s always possible,
To correct the course..
So it’s ALWAYS the choice,
To be dragged or drag the self,
Towards in your direction!

Now I am back to planning..
Not on how to reach..
But on how to re route my flow
Back on to my destination..

Restoring equilibrium

While being overwhelmed with too much to process, sometimes the simplest of acts restores the equilibrium and helps in dealing with everything else easier!

So what did you do today to make someone smile?

Cloudy thoughts!

A cloud
The image that flashes your mind might range from fluffy white to charcoal black and shades of Orange, red, pink and much more combinations..

But what is a cloud? Just air!
While a cloud passes through you, just a chill you feel..

Yet, the colors, the shapes, the uses… Phew.. a very long list indeed.. Not to include the number of instances it goes through dissection from poets, writers, lovers, best of them all kids..

If nothing tangible as the air could take so many forms and wear that many shades, why don’t we try ourselves, just a little bit to lose ourselves and trust that we could reflect the beauty of nature with its vivid colors?!

What is the story!?

This is a very common site in the southern India, where many stories unfold every single day. What is the story it speaks to you?

Which story do you hear?

The post is tagged for Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge: Learn Photography. Do visit his new awesome site for more mundane, yet beautiful pictures!

Where to, next?!

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

While the whole world
Keeps racing towards..
Same goal for the herds..
Unique goals to unique persons..

One was revolving
In the same spot for ages
With the belief
That’s the destination..

A butterfly flapped its wings
The impact was on the revolving..
The spinning at one point
Wasn’t enough anymore!

The stagnant pool stirred
Started to dribble,
it flew through and over
The stumbling stones..

As it kept flowing through
valleys and mountains,
It nourished few and
Demolished few too..

Yet, it kept it’s course..
When the paths ceased,
It was baffled and doubtful
Of where to, next..

The energy was bubbling..
Couldn’t be contained..
Hence it continued to flow..
And a new path was created!

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

Dare or Drift?!

It is said that some come for a season
While some come for a reason..

Whether you like it or not,
They come, stay and love..

You could neither
Drag them in to come,
Bribe them enough to stay nor
Kick them out to leave!

All that is possible is
Hold on with belief
That future would reveal
the reasons for the happenings..

Or dare enough to change,
By stopping to drift with the flow
And start swimming against the tides..

The current may be fierce,
The barriers might be many,

Yet you would know..
The destination you have set,
The distance crossed for that and
The struggles overcome on the way..

The destination is made beautiful
by the search and struggle
For the beauty is in seeking!

So even when the reason fades,
and the season changes,
do hold on to who / what is yours!

The Creative

When emotions collide
Inside the head,
For it’s controversies
With the heart,

Neither acts properly
Nor let other senses act so..

Few fights resolve
Within moments and
Without a trace..

Few fights stumble
Without repenting for days
Spoiling those days..

There are other few fights,
For decades, without a trace
To the outsider and yet unending..

While few fights
Pave the way to betterment,
Few are just temporary setbacks..

Few fights spill out
In broad daylight as
Confusion or Resolution..

But those who capture
Them into tangible form
Are called creative &
At times as writers!

Random motivation

There are few random lines that stick to us for a long time.. Even after we forget when, where, who said or any such details. But just the idea seems to reiterate and give us hope or happiness or cause sadness.

To me one such line is this: “Whenever you feel demotivated, motivate others”

That is such a deep and valuable lesson for me.

Would be glad to know if you have any such quote or insurance..

The band

Just like a band,
The farther we moved apart,
The closer and fierce the union was..

But it would not last forever,
And so the stretch begins, again..
The time tests the stretch..

But not every stretch results,
In the fierce or even
Not-so-fierce hug back together..

For the elasticity is finite..
For the distance is infinite..
For the fate is written so..

My thoughts!

Let my thoughts solidify to hold them down and let me have the strength to crumble them into words and sprinkle it in electronic dust.. So they could spread out far and wide to be criticised, condemned, appreciated and immortalised!

Will you give away?

Once there was a tiny girl living happily in her little world. She had a beautiful doll as her companion and the doll had accompanied her to every single place she had been to. One day, she was strolling in the aisles of a mart, with her mother on her trail. Of course, her doll was accompanying her as always.

At the other end of the trail, she saw a kid and just as a kid could do, she went and poked him to get his attention too. He was rather busy trying to control his tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Without any thought of hesitation, she wiped away his tears and asked ‘why are you crying?’

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There is a whole new world in the twinkling eyes of a kid!

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He looked around as if he was looking for someone. Then he softly replied to her, “My dad says my sister won’t come home from the hospital. I don’t want her to leave me. I love her so much. You know, She looks beautiful than you. She is just tiny like your doll. But she smiles at me and winks at me, you know.”

The talk about the sister seems to have stopped the tears and even brightened up his face with a smile. The smile was reflected in the little girl’s face. She said, “Really? Your sister smiles and winks? My doll never does that to me, even when I give her all she asks for. But my mom says, she is just a doll. So really a baby smiles?”

He replied, “Yes, she also cried lots and pukes food. But I like to play with her when she smiles.”

The girl said, “My mom says, there is going to be a kid in our home too. Will the baby smile and play like your sister?”

“Yes, all kids do that, my friend said so”

“Then I will play with the baby too.”

He went back to near tears again and said, “I can’t play with her anymore”

She too looked sad and without any reply, left and went to her mom. She asked, “Mom, can I give my Pinky to that boy?”

The mother was astonished at the request to part with her most favourite doll. She asked, “I can’t even get it away from you while you sleep, now you are asking me to give it away? What happened dear?”

“Ma, he said that, his sister has gone away and can’t play with her anymore. He is crying for her. We will have a baby soon in our house right? I will play with the baby and he can have my pinky.”

She was baffled by the compassion from her little toddler and was speechless for a moment. Then she said, “Come let’s find out whether he will take your pinky home.”

Hallows and horcruxes of muggles

Every Tom, John and Harry does certain things.. But not every Tom becomes to be the Voldemort and not every Harry becomes to be the Harry Potter.. Yet it’s surprising that each and every one of us has a bit of Voldemort and Harry Potter within us..

I’m going to shock you further that each of us has our own Horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows.. Yes, just not one, but many.. Wondering how? Read on further..

First, what is a Horcrux?
It is created by splitting one’s soul into fragments and securing them in objects or living things outside one’s self.. As long as there is a live Horcrux, the person can never die..

Fine, How is it created?
As mentioned in the Harry Potter series, it’s created by killing with vengeance or pure hatred..

Oooh.. Then how come we do have multiple Horcruxes? ?

This Horcrux I mention is a bit different and is not caused by vengeance or hatred.. And the Horcrux I mean is mostly persons, rather than objects..

Hmmmm.. So how’s it created?
With every heart felt, tummy aching, teary eyed laughter..

When you do share such happiness with someone, they become your best friend and your Horcrux.. As long as there is one such best friend, your soul could never ever die.. You do live upon forever in their memories..

Further more important is that, when your life seems to be in a complete mess in a dark hole, where there is not a single ray of hope, this Horcrux helps you survive the toughest of time.. It won’t throw light and make you whole again, yet it let’s you survive..

So, what makes you uplift from the darkest of time and gives you a happy immortal life? The Deathly Hallows

What are the Deathly Hallows?
It’s the collection of three objects that could cheat death.. The Elder wand, The Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak..

That sounds too magical to lay down on day-to-day life.. Yet it’s just out there, at some distance, that could be very easily reached out..

The Elder wand
This has the ultimate power and could do anything, the master commands it to..
It’s nothing but our own mind.. It’s always at your command awaiting to shape your future as you will it to be..

The Resurrection stone
This resurrects the dead back to life..
So does our memories.. A moment of joy lingering in the mind, does splatter at least a tiny smile, with every hint of the memory..

The Invisibility cloak
This shields the wearer from other’s vision..
Is that not just another mask? Wear up a smiling mask and thus you have successfully covered up your inner turmoil..

If one gathers all the three Hallows, he becomes powerful enough to overpower death..
If one could gather the three Hallows of our muggle world, one would eventually become the master of life..

Go search for your Hallows, and let your soul be surviving and thriving with the Horcruxes..

Keep Smiling and keep eating chocolates, to ward off the weariness of anxiety and restlessness of the daily chaos called life..

Happy living!! 😀