THE DAYS...

Just sitting alone in the room made me travel back to the world of my old memories....

Those were the funfilled days of no worries at all... my friends Divya and Elham, that small canteen where we could eat veg puffs, the frankie point "Durhum", that assembly hall... the bell of my college still rings in my ears giving me that feeling once again... and that desperation in the last hour of the day before we were set free is so palpable even today....

I miss the home work, the contests-"what's the good word?", all charades, turn coat, extempore, debates, the beam robotics, COFAS, QC, Quanta, Macfair and so many other activities.... Not even a single day went dry during school and college days. Every day had a juicy flavour of its own.

I still remember how much i loved the auditorium (the one in the picture is the audi and in front of it, the play ground can be seen) only because of my love for the stage.... And i remember my notes being transferred from one person to another. I remember Divya getting me those so tasty paneer ka paratthas...ummmm yummy... Elham's sheermaal was one wonder for me.... And I can never forget, how I caught the habit of eating 'hari mirch' with food from spice lover Elham.

I wish all of us were still together, I wish God wouldn't have called back Divya, I still feel her presence around me.... Her beautiful smile still brightens my dreams; those lovely doe-like eyes still sparkle around in the night.... That pious soul still reminds me the ease with which she use to say sorry and with equal ease she could easily forgive anyone for any blunder...

Poor Somnath (a bong class mate and a fabulous singer) loved her, may be it was just a crush.... but this whole thing made us call him "chimpu" and her "chimpy"....hahaha....The similar kinetics we had gave us the name "twins"...I still love her so much and miss her too...

Anyways, I think that is what life is all about- to move forward not leaving the lessons behind. Every day is a new chapter, a new beginning, and dawning of a new morning. I have come a long way; there is no looking back or retrospection... It is all about what we give to this world as a gift and how we enhance it by our small little gestures.

The deep slumber of death embraces everyone; what remains alive is our immortal goodness. Let Death be proud of us, let her feel the sorrow for taking away such a beautiful human being... And that's only possible when we are beautiful within. Let us all mutually nurture ourselves together and make a happy garden, where we don’t kill each other and should be ready to die for one another. Time keeps passing by and we keep growing each day… people around us change, we change… ONLY MEMORIES OF THOSE DAYS REMAIN…

The Arrival... Finally My First Post...!

FAr from the long hectic schedules of my everyday MBA curriculum, I always spend sometime doing something different to avoid monotony in life and to allay the fear of being lost in the soporific and morose world. It can be writing a small story, or filling in colours on a canvas, or may be a poem or simply changing the setting of my room... can be anything capable enough to take me away from the hustle and bustle of the madding crowd...! (This blog is also the result of the same.)

One day, when I was really feeling sad and wanted to divert my mind desperately from the grief I carried within, I decided to write and finally penned down a few words based on my friend's dream. She gave me a very vivid version of a silent dame that she dreamt . Her silence was not silent but it yelled loud and clear. Though it's sorrowful, yet the element of bravery and gumption of the girl can be felt at the end of the poem.... But surely, my next post will be full of happiness with energy oozing out from all sides... Until then, check this out .....(never thought I would put this poem publicly and that too as my first post on my first blog)....

My Mute Silence

This drop of red trickles down my snowy wing,
Restating that I am trying to fly a little too high;
That eye in me which was waiting too anxiously,
To wipe off the glum in my soul;
The moment one tear vanished,
I saw a trail of tears coming behind,
With every bead shrieking so silently…
Yes, the voice was mute once again…

The eagle felt pinioned,
The freedom felt shackled once again…
The image became hazy…
I just thought I found you,
I was about to relax that I realized
It was another sword,
Tearing every sinew I had…
Yes, the eyes were mute once again…

A few heart throbs back, I learnt to smile,
Only to be immediately reminded
Of the triumphant tear’s victory over me…
The bud was just about to bloom,
When the thorn pricked her,
Hurting the innocence
In the crumbled petals yet to be unraveled;
Yes, the life went mute once again…

The love had just floated in the air,
When the fiery tempest shook me from within,
Took away the remnants of vitality …
And threatened me to keep my wings to myself,
I could sense the devastating jeopardy;
That affection had eeriness now,
It forgot how to breathe;
Yes, the heart muted once again…

I felt the warmth of your love,
Only to be lost in the bleak darkness…
The bleak darkness of the darkest.
The light of my purity had dimmed
And it was the setting of destiny’s sun;
The harshness had crept into the cave of hope,
Scaring its once loved infant;
Yes, the expression was mute too…

The beauty of sadness went pale,
Even the sweetness of the pain was lost,
Sorrow had become the master once again,
The whip of torment was at work,
The tribulation had begun,
Ordeal had started measuring
My burden of distress and desolation.
The melancholy was defeating me again…

The want to live,
That fresh smile on lips,
That tender heart,
That zealous life,
That strong vitality,
That beautiful invincibility,
The pulchritude of the unborn…
All dead and diminished….
Leaving nothing
But my mute silence behind
Staring at the deep chasm of timelessness…!

Hope YOU would appreciate it... Soon coming up with more and this time, it would be a little better ....

Oodles of love,

Shailja