What if the world really ends today ?

The obnoxious ferocity of treading time,
and the paradoxical notions of life.

The thumping glory of highs,
and the chagrins that curtail 'em.

The alacritous touch of lover,
and the fiendish loathe.

The evanescent laughter,
and the recurring melancholy.

The gargantuan bliss of birth,
and the enigma of epitaph.
--
This is how it runs.
It heaves, it lows.
This is how it ploughs.

A humongous circle,
an unending miracle,
a ship,
that will never scuttle. 
--
But.
But.
But,
what if the ends split up,
what if the miracle ceases,
what if the ship scuttles,

what if the world ends today ?

A cataclysm,
Fulmination in countless pieces.

What if world really ends today ?
"Carpe Diem," i say.

A Letter to a Friend.

Dear Veethica,
How does it feel to sit on a pile of birthday wishes, pulling out one at a time, reading, smiling, and getting humbled, all while when you're getting a year younger ? Exhilarating! right? I wish each day of your life brings same amount of happiness, same out amount of love and same amount of smiles to you.
As you take steps forward in your life, you leave some imprints behind, which you would always remember as the most halcyon days of your journey. "Old is Gold," as they say. I sincerely wish that you never ever have to look back to find that Gold. 
I know that sometimes the past has been bonkers with you a lot, sometimes it had totally vitiated you or some part of you. I know you have faced many challenges that you did share with nobody. May be you're over them now, or may be you still are keeping your bundle of sufferings saved in some corner of your heart, whatever the case, i want to tell you that these sufferings and these disappointments were not there to scuttle you down, they were there to give you lessons of life. You always have to keep the best of everything with you and let the worst of it go.
You're a woman of great valor, never let this part of you die. Even if you fall short of some steps to your dream, never let your confidence fade. And most importantly, never ever loose the hold of  your virtues, they make you what you are.
At last, i want to tell you that your friendship holds a special place in my life, as i have always told you that you were there when nobody was. 
I wish you keep accomplishing all the goals that you would have set for yourself ,while no achievement stops you from dreaming further.
Good luck to you! :)
Good Bye. :)
-
Kaushal.   


P.S.: We didn't do ANY photo together..ever ?? o.O
  

Melancholy

Extraneous she is,new to life;so little,

so brittle.

Holding few strings,
she announced of new springs;

smiles crept,

elders wept.

Reinforcing faith,

they showered praise;

no prejudice,

only rejoice.

Inside the womb,

she begin to brawn;

a girth,

the mirth.

But, the loathe's pervasive,

man's aggressive;

for the lamp,

just few "cramp".

Behold! you zealots,

an unborn,

so pure,

can't you reckon!

A daughter,

a sister,

a mother,

she's the bringer of future.

Don't vitiate the life,

let her culminate, and ripe!

Recall, the conscience,
abhor, the nescience,

don't kill, for she's holy.

Please come forward, to end this melancholy.

There's a Lot in My Mind.

The useless words,
the silliest excuses,
the unreal fantasies,
the murkiest situations,
and the most audible silences.


Drawing nigh,
the sudden byes,
the pain followed,
and the ego swallowed.


The forlorn figure,
the uncalled rigor,
the righteous apology,
and the shaken psychology.


The past flashes,
the seethe digresses,
the heart blares,
the bliss appears,
and on the cleave,
the joie de vivre.


The mind saves a lot,
enough to goad,
the perpetual ache,
in the ordinary wretch.


Don't ask,
be blind,
for there's a lot to be explained,
in the mind!

Delirium

”I love you” she said, adjusting the creamy satin bed sheet over her uncovered bosoms. The statement was not confounding especially after an unplanned-impromptu love session but still it amazed him. Her twitching of bed sheet had left a small red mark over his right thigh and for an instant he thought about tugging it back from her, it could have dragged them in one of those cute “after love” fights but a glance and he realized she was serious.

Soon the glance became gaze. 

Eyes are indeed the window to the soul but a look through hers went in vain, and he understood, there’s a lot going behind those tiny dark-brown pearls, they were shining unusually as they were moist, but no!  She was not crying. This wetness was different and he knew that, he himself had seen her getting misty eyed at different moments of pain, and joy as well.
Outside the window, the monsoon was at its crest; the sound of tiny droplets falling on roof has isolated them from all hustle and bustle of city life. 

It might be the rise in the levels of estrogen that had made her too emotional, he thought, but she was not a seventeen year old-yet to explore the life-doing it for first time-young girl, she’s a confident woman, yes!  One “confident woman”. He still had his eyes on her, struggling with her tresses as strong wind blew across two opposite windows in room, she looked most beautiful. 

Thoughts in mind are like beads in an unknotted silk thread, you pick up the thread and next moment train of beads will be falling off. 

A "confident-beautiful woman", he thought and these two words were enough to set him off to a deep cogitation. In his mind, time was flying in backward direction and in hers, it was stagnant. Soon, he was reminiscing about college days-- the corridors, the alley and the road they walked on,  without even noticing each other and when he did, obviously his heart skipped few beats but it couldn’t have been the love at first sight, for he never believed in that concept. The real feelings started much later when he noticed that all of a sudden everything related to her was giving him a lot of excitement. 

Big eyes, a perfect turned up nose, glossy lips and shiny-voluminous hair, complemented by a tinge of attitude which could be seen at its summit with a slight arch in eyebrows, and a slender body—she was made up of perfect pieces that cohere together to give even Aphrodite a fierce contention.

He sighed. She turned towards him. In blue light of monsoon she could easily see the mazard through his skin. She wanted to touch his face, wriggle her fingers in his hair. She wanted to own him for that moment, for the life – for ever. But, he wasn't there.

First rain, and petrichor, she could feel it. The aroma of nature was in her veins now, she couldn’t resist it. Stood up, wrapped the bed sheet around her body and took a quick amble to reach at one of the windows. Sudden movement in room brought him back to present. He looked at her, only her silhouette was visible. She had a perfect body.

Her perfection was rather contagious, it had given tingling sensations to many hearts. His wasn’t different from others, but unlike other Casanovas he preferred remaining a clandestine lover. Sometimes he tried to reach her, to claim her friendship but an impulsive thought, that he might speak gibberish, always restrained him. He took vow to wait for the right moment. He didn’t groom himself neither he tried of deliberate serendipities. He longed for it but what all he did is just to wait. He waited for her, to fall in love with him.

Smell of earth had always taken her to gratification, combined with the cold wave kissing her face it was giving her a feeling of mental orgasm, second time in evening. It all started with a simple kiss, what followed was pure love, she surrendered herself to him and he accepted her because she completed him. In his arms, she could feel the comfort with his skin. Moments later, as the bodies got convoluted the mind passed through a gamut of emotions, finally calming down at culmination. The act was like a flame, having intensity but it wasn’t flagrant, it was catharsis. 

TO BE CONTINUED... 

Happy Birthday to my 'Third Parent'

Class: fourth...Adampur,Punjab...you were in sixth...i still remember 'pearls of wisdom' you and your friend Badshah bhaiya had given to that guy who was troubling me since a long time...lol..:P.. remember those mundane evenings when we used to make future plans on terrace... growing up with you was fun...Thanks to Papa's Defence job, many times we used to be the only kids in neighborhood...so a major part of our adolescence was covered together. playing, laughing, learning, fighting and sometimes even abusing..:P...Bareilly, Naliya, Adampur, Delhi...time passed pretty fast...i never realised...neither would you have...until you packed up...it was hard for me...looking behind for every unsolved math problem had became a habit till then and so was the day-ending fight...and you know, i am a good brother since i have given you so many souvenirs, that too on your body...my teeth..lol..:D...and mark my words, you have been a good brother too...i mean, obviously you cannot compare with me..i am quite extraordinary...but still you're good..:P

Anyways, its your birthday today...so enjoy...be blessed...you are intelligent, whole bloody world knows that(but nobody knows about my intelligence..:P)...keep moving ahead...consummate with success!!...

A very very happy birthday..:))

आज धुप में कुछ नमी सी है |

Penned these lines when i felt the quintessential warmth of sun was somehow missing in today morning's sunlight...i don't know should i extend it or not..*confused*




आज  धुप में  कुछ  नमी सी है |


प्रथम किरण के आगमन ने पूर्व क्षितिज से सूर्य की उद्घोषणा की है ,
धुंध की परत को चीरती हुई उषा ने जिंदगी को एक नई प्रेरणा दी है ,
पक्षियों की  कूजन ने  रात्रि  के  मौन  की  अवहेलना की है |


परन्तु, सूक्ष्मता से देखो, इस भोर में मालूम होती कुछ कमी सी है ,
तपन के अभाव से यह सूरज की जो लौ है,वह भी लगती आज धीमी सी है,
दो जोड़ी कपड़ो में ठिठुरती वो भिकारन मंदिर के कोने में बैठी सहमी सी है,


हाँ! आज धुप में कुछ नमी सी है|

Rain,My Books and that Tea Vendor Kid...

"This rain is the final good bye to chilling cold.” said the auto driver, referring to the showers that were obviously quite unpredictable in the month of February. I looked inside, smiled at him and then again started to enjoy the cold wind that was coming on my face, with each wave sending so strong shivers down my spine that I could actually feel it in my back. 

I have always liked this feeling; the extreme cold on my skin, the numb sensation that follows is quite Nirvanic which certainly takes me away from all weltschmerz at least for few moments.

....

14th was the date…14 February 2011 precisely. The events throughout the day had definitely upped my joie-de-vivre and then this Nirvanic auto ride. I felt blissed out. It was 9 at night and I was about a kilometre away from my home and the rain played perfect spoilsport, with no rickshaws around I decided to cover rest of my journey on my foot.

....
Five minutes later, I was walking on the road that connects my Society to national highway, in same chilling wind but this time the blissful feeling seemed to have got up and gone..." Your books are more important"...the voice was playing endlessly before my ears. In between the visuals of the day tried to own up my mind...walking in the alley of college, enjoying with my friends...the laughs...the cheers...that beautiful girl in black and the beats my heart missed on her sight...but again ..."Your books are more important"...Never in my life I had felt so embarrassed about my books...Those five minutes gave my thinking a new dimension.

....

I had got 2 new books issued from college library on that day. I don't know why I decided against carrying bag on my way back to home...maybe I was too tired. So I left it at hostel but couldn't part with those two new books. While returning, as soon as I got down from auto I ran towards a roadside tea shop. Taking me as a prospective customer who wanted to enjoy a cup of hot tea in chilling weather the two teenagers who were packing up for the day gesticulated me to return. I pointed towards my books and then rain; they understood and allowed me to stand under their shed. The younger one seemed to be quite amused by my 1500 page Sedra-Smith. The feeling of awe in his eyes made me feel proud of myself. I wanted to evangelize about the education to him. But that proud was short lived, for in next minute he did something that left me speechless.

He went back to shop, tore a plastic packet of match boxes, resulting them to fall in water, got slapped by older sibling, and then came to me, handled me that packet and said,

"Cover them. Your books are more important."  

Because the Bird bugged the World!

Foremost, 

   "I wrote this on the day when Wikipedia went black!"

Okay! The short prologue would have given you an inkling that how much pain I actually had to bear to bring out this exceptional piece of literature.Period. Oh! thanks for appreciation but there's nothing exemplary in whatever I did, it's a very significant nature of homosapien race--to take an extra step, to push things forward, even if inertia plays havoc with his endeared pair of spheres. So today, I took the plunge into it, unleashing superpowers of this thing called Google and look, now I am all loaded with different tips and tricks on 'how to avoid blacked out Wiki', from disabling javascript to pressing escape(hell! I must tell you that the Esc key, which is usually left out alone in keyboard, was socially never so much popular. It's trending Twitter worldwide!). I love Google, at times it makes me feel like Justin Long in Die Hard 4.0--a much needed boost to my sagging morale. 

Anyways, this piece is for a competition, they asked, "Why is a Raven like a writing desk?", I read it once, twice and third time even my mind gave up, asking,"What the dickens! Is it even English?". Leave out the whole saying, honestly speaking, I initially thought Raven is Anglocized  pronunciation of the late Lankan beast! A quick research proved me wrong, no qualms about it...great failures come to greatest thinkers only. More research and I found,  its not even a saying, it's a riddle and according to certain Mr. Lewis Carroll, who apparently is also its author, he never intended for there to be any real answer to the question!---duh!! IITians have gone really mad I think, and more mad are gone those civilians who are demanding their schmutz to make their babies. The news of latter left me flummoxed, seriously, I condemn it and in my opinion its an international conspiracy to indulge the most technical hands in country in sleaziest of activities.Oops! I did a little typo there, I meant heads. What! Why are you gawking ?? Yeah I know I have a very prude mazard, rather an ever wondering-creative-innovative mind. Still, if I hurt some sentiments anywhere then I lament it, but please don't hurl shoe over me, save them for political class and ignore me.Ah! ignorance..if truth to be told, I share a heart warming relation with ignorance. Actually, once my teacher in seventh standard  told me that ignorance is a bliss, God knows how much blissed out I have been in my school and college life since then. Anyways, coming back to Raven graven, brother Google just introduced me to certain Mr. Poe. This man had  achieved a rear feat of writing on both, desk and Raven. Now, how can you write on a Raven! Poor bird would die of irritation caused by constant scribbling of pen on its back. May be at Poe's time there weren't used to be ladies with God gifted assets who can make people to respect animals by using placards to cover themselves in public. For God sake, perverts, read those messages too! In between, a brief perusal of whatever I wrote till now gave me strong feeling that i am being quite antithetical to opposite sex, but no! I am not at all a misogynist, au contraire, I love women on top! This is a high time when we men should lie back and let women enjoy the hegemony.        

Thank you SOPA/PIPA, my Esc key gave up, it just died out of pain which I enforced on it to save some Wiki pages to go black...huh! Internet protection laws are really such wasted ideas, drafted by U.S. Congressmen, in hurry, as they couldn't resist the under table games of some Lewinskies. Seriously, do they even sound like laws??...In fact PIPA reminds me of sister of grand daughter-in-law of Her Royal Highness Queen of Great Britain, Pippa Middleton. Apart from a family relation, the other majestic thing about her is her ownership of a  well, in shape derriere that tremendously helped in increasing the TRP of Royal wedding footage to astonishing levels. And I personally have dedicated a New Folder(5) in E: drive to her, in respect of recognition she garnered because of this feat.       

Anyway, the poor Raven just flew off, leaving behind still fresh marks of beats on my mind and may be on yours too. So, the most I can do now is to thank you for bearing with me for so much time ,and about "Why is a Raven like a writing desk?", I must tell you that just like Mad Hatter in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, 

                                  "I haven't the slightest of idea!!"

Peace.
No!..it doesn't end here...it actually starts here...let us add some stars to this post...:)


P.S.: I am reading this again in 2015, and this post looks so ridiculous. Actually it was for a blog writing competition in IITR, India, back in 2012, when I was still in college. The topic was given by them but humor was mine. ;)

Why do we shout in anger?

[This post was originally posted by great Author-Thinker Paulo Coelho ]
Original Link: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2012/01/09/30-sec-reading-why-do-we-shout-in-anger/

by PAULO COELHO on JANUARY 9, 2012

A master asked his disciples:
‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’

the disciples thought for a while, and one of them said
‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’
‘But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you? ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry?’
The disciples gave him some other answers but none satisfied the master.

Finally he explained:
‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’

Then the master asked:
‘What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’

And he concluded:
‘When they love each other even more, what happens?
‘They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love.

‘Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’