Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Love is Petering Out…...Really??

All the couples muddling through long distance relationships wouldn’t have had mustered the nerve to sail through the windy sea of The Relationship in the absence of mobile phones, telephones, internet and other telecommunication and transport facilities. OR would they have still gone for it?

Frankly speaking, I don’t know. Nowadays relationships fail to hark back to the antediluvian times when none of the above mentioned facilities existed. In today’s world, we need the constant regular feed ( the facilities) to poke the fire and keep it kindling. Am I mistaken here? Shouldn’t the only feed required be love and the above mentioned facilities be mere (though nowadays important) catalysts?
It would have been such a marvelous thing called ‘Love’ in those days when the Love was both ‘The Entity’ and ‘The Mediator’ within the two and between the two.!!

Are gone those days when there was pillar-strong connection between the two despite the absence of any putative mode of connectivity? Can such love subsist in today’s world? Has the growing connectivity today, actually rendered the strength of love as relatively lilliputian?

But then in the realms of all these questions, rises another one that changes the cusp of the previous questions. What was Love then, in those times? With the distance and no connectivity, how did they care for each other and where was the sharing?

For me love is too mammoth like to be defined or seen in its de facto figure. But there’s one aspect that I vehemently believe in and that is sharing.
I fail to discern that how can love last in the absence of sharing. But then, the fact is that it used to exist then. How and in what form it used to exist is a mystery that still evades me. 
Today, even in the times of multiple networks, love fails to get connected between the two. It definitely needs more than just technology & gizmos. It needs love..

Nevertheless I believe that love should be like a river with continuous flow. The moment it behaves in an ebb and flow manner, it can cease to flow altogether at any time later.
So once it is ignited, pull out all the stops to keep fueling it even while the most dire circumstances and also never abandon it even when prices of the fuels go high!!
                                                          After all for all those who seek love, it’s the raison d'ĂȘtre…!!!

At least I believe love is still there with its intact core nature. I guess, it’s just the times that have changed..or else people would have ceased to seek ‘the Love’…And So,
 It made her touch the sky and fillip the clouds
To hark him against the sweltering summer..
And to meet him she rowed across the river
Even in the cold nights as she shivered
It made her do everything
while doing which earlier she would have quivered
She went against the tide
Her spirits were not dampened nor dithered
But then the angry rains swelled the river
And every second, her life, her love seemed to sink deeper
Her eyes were getting closed, with petering out glimmer
Her heart was cold, with hopes getting dimmer

......But then the sun shone and the clouds disappeared
She was there on the shore and even He was there
After all He too had taken the same route to meet her.........!!

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Sunday, October 16, 2011


I’m sitting in my room at the behest of my laptop and reading blogs and wondering what can I write about…I’m WONDERING……

…..still thinking….
                         …..and my doubts about my cognitive abilities are ballooning….
                                                                                       ……and it doesn’t seem to explode….!!!!
My mind has been fecundated with a potpourri of  social, political, economic, religious, philosophical cum personal (my favorite) topics. But now the whole act of harvesting the information in the form of discussions has simply become trite…!!! Or may be now, my situation is synonymous with the one wherein I get bored of ‘Hakka noodles’ ( a Chinese food) and need  ‘Dal-chawal’ ( an Indian bread:a pulses-rice meal) instead!!! 

There is so much to write about…I can be as loquacious as possible when it comes to discussions…but I’m so fed up with all the topics getting zeroed in on corruption, law and order problems in our continent and other continents of this world…Why have people ceded to talk about their lives and the common frames and templates that our lives share? 
When it comes to discussing my personal life, the topic most of the times gets digressed to now quotidian debates revolving around our beleaguered world…!!!

 And so eventually, all I get in the name of main course meal as food for thought is a bowlful garish salad made of prosaic topics.

 Well…. I so very much miss my college days when I could talk about all and sundry ranging from trivial incidents that marked our days to all kinds of get-together  or our exaggerated love lives full of innocent crushes we boasted of, and the list goes on ………………………..
 So now all the memories of the yore, as if waiting in ambush, capture me again, and I being always unprepared capitulate to the mercy of voluptuous times that provide my favorite food for thought…!!!...

So before I go back to the salt-mines, someone please, just provide me with some abstract topic so that I can willfully spread my views across the table, enjoy the treat and gratify the gourmet in me…..!!! 

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Wednesday, October 12, 2011

A Brook of Paroxysm..

SO, It tickles in your stomach
It can happen to either a genteel or a pervert…
You try hard to get your lips together
But your teeth show in full glory irrespective of their color
Your mouth seems to be stretched in an irreversible manner
Your eyes now squeezed generate unnecessary tears
But it keeps increasing to a level till you would bear
The effects are  heart-warming at times or grotesque in nature
After it , you yourself might feel high or chagrined by your skewed behavior
 No, no its not what you thinking if you’ve a pervert mind, my dear

The mask of soberness in front of people that you wear
Gets pellucid for a while making the underneath-true-face glare
It can be a cry of that child inside, with your age that sears
Or an outcome of a celebration with five glasses of beer
Or a feeling of missing good-times while bad-times that you endure
and while you're deluged in it and cannot complete speaking a sentence
You splash it onto the other person trying hard to fill in the missing words..

Your mind now wondering for a moment if really human nature is so weird
To this question and the question throughout the poem that lingers
“What is it??” some might be asking , though it must have been deciphered by the clever
So It is the best medicine as opined by people of all generations
Lets make our lives beautiful with the little things we possess without the need to earn them
As, Life Allows Us to Garden our Hearts with a Tub of water from the Endless River of Laughter…
And yes, yes..It is the Laughter..!

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