Friday, January 30, 2009

Yet another day...

11:30 pm. There are two guys. Ayush and Deb. They are roommates. And best friends too. And guess what? Tomorrow is Ayush's birthday! And to add icing on the cake, tomorrow is just half an hour away.

11.50 pm. Deb, busy in thinking what special can he do on Ayush's birthday is perplexed because he wanted to make it a bit special but he could find nothing. The midnight is approaching, with a slight hint of cold in the atmosphere and a tinge of excitement evolving on Ayush's face. Just 10 minutes to go for the big day, with the clock's seconds hand moving swiftly in the anticipation of the special day coming ahead, the environment seems festive.

Meanwhile, Ayush is receiving phone-calls from all his friends and well-wishers who were competing amongst themselves to be the first one to wish him 'Happy Birthday', in advance.

Deb is getting a bit nervous. His dilemma has not yet been solved. He hasn't bought anything special as a gift for Ayush, since Ayush already had everything he could think of. Still, he hoped to make the moment special, somehow.

11.58 am. Just two minutes to go. Searching his dust-laden shelves, Deb finally finds something that can give a special touch on the birthday of his best friend, Ayush. Deb gets his unused and dusty harmonica(mouthorgan) from his shelf and waits for the last 30 seconds to go. Ayush is busy on phone.

Just at the moment, the clock's second hand hits 12, Deb starts playing the 'Happy Birthday' tune on his harmonica. The dust inside the harmonica gets trapped in Deb's throat with the breath he takes in, but still it does not hinder his spirit.

Hearing the sound of the harmonica, Ayush, whose ears are still glued to his mobile, says, "Yaar, noise mat kar. Disturb ho rha hai!"

P.S. It's a true story.
P.S. No offences, please. It's just written to emphasize the way mobile phones have replaced true emotions and sincere feelings.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Iterative Happiness


I am back, once again. My voice sounds happy. I don't know why. There should be some reason. I don't care about it, though. But, I love my state. Happiness is something that is contagious. When I am happy I can see the people around me feeling happy. How do I make out that they are happy?

I do so because I know that I am happy. Confused? Don't worry, I am confused too. Read the PS.

P.S. Read the article.
P.S. I don't know why I wrote this!

Ok, enough of vella-panti, Bye.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Just out of the blues...

As the title says, 'Just out of the blues' so is it.

Got bored of conventional photography, so tried to make some sparks out of stones. I like it and I hope you too like it.

P.S. I am purchasing a Nikon P80. Yippie.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Happy New Year

It has been a long time since I wrote something. Many things happened over the while, some really heartening and some heart-breaking but life went on much like a perennial river which flows even when there is rain or drought.

The few days marking the end of the last year have shifted my paradigm regarding few things. Few subtle things that I disregarded earlier, the things which were repulsive and I thought of neglecting after I settle became so very important in just a day. Something happened one day, quite tragic, that brought a realization in me. I don't want to describe it but the outcome is worth-mentioning.

After coming to the college, I got cut off from all my relatives, the small ones with who I enjoyed each of my childhood days, the big-bros and sis' who would teach me those small little things through mischievous fights, dadi-nani whose stories paved way to let a beautiful dream flow through my tiny mind every night, the relatives so distant yet having profound impacts on my life.

It was their cumulative effects in shaping my thoughts that made me stand wherever I am today. I am still moving with my slow yet steady speed, with each of their past actions fabricating the next step I trudge. I am not at the zenith nor have I accomplished anything big but whatever I had done has been the outcome of those little things that sparkled my childhood.

Those people are my own. I can never repay them back by any material thing, but I can definitely shower them my love and care so that they always feel that there is at least one person on this planet, who will be happy seeing them happy.

It's my resolution this year to talk to every relative of mine once in a week. ONE DAY FOR THOSE WHO ARE SO CLOSE THAT I CAN NEVER LOSE THEM. The best gift that we can gift to the elderlies is our TIME.

Nothing can make them more happy than showing your concern about their
health and happiness.