Through My Wharf

The sea as I see,

Through my wharf.

Coloured by the creator.

Captured by the creature.

Pampered

We went drivin to a lake on the outskirts of the city .The smell of fresh air stimulates the senses as Oxygen fills up the lungs to the fullest:)The calm breeze suddenly made me feel i was in a new world.Its so close to the city, yet so much unlike it and i wonder if there was a filter made by nature to wade away the noises and the commotion of the city .To add to this is the ringing sound of the water hittin the stone bund. I wonder if its symphony being conducted by nature. On the otherside is a line of small hillocks which look like they r posing for me to click. Soul soothed with the ecstasy of seeing the sunset over the hills. Its silent and i was at my silent best talking incessantly though inside , but for fear of disturbin the harmony dint mouth a single word for an hour.The soft breeze flowing over the water and then hittin the face.. the rhythm in which the wind falls on the ears feels like it is conversing with me ...calling out my name slowly ,whispering like a secret being shared.
It is a lullaby,
Its a talk,
It is music ,
It is heaven.
A lone tree stands far on the mountain top many a miles away n its branches spread out to cut the orange evening sky.The sunsets very fast, as if he is being pulled by the earth.Each time i blink , I open my eyes to see a new arrangement of the clouds, of the sunrays that penetrate through them and their reflection on the water surface .
And then the sun sets,
moon rises,
A lone star twinkles like its trying to call the other stars.
And they get busy bringing more and more stars to life .
As the dark shrouds around us, we made an exit from the place.




Then visited an ashram situated closeby to get a dollop of spirituality .The sarcosanct ambience gives the mind a tough time convincing one to comeback.I donot believe in miracles that could be created by simply spending hours on the religious ceremonies, but still paid a visit to see the paladin of the free spirit and his art of living.The atmosphere is very calm and serene and a sense of freedon takes over the mind whichz inured to the momentary helplessness that hounds me about most days.The secluded and sylvan setting offers a charming solitary escapade ,almost quixotic in nature, in stark contrast to the monotony jus a a few 10s of kilometers away.

Made a few notes:
-Dont think people talkin alone while walking/sittin/standin are mad, its most likely that they would be on a handsfree.

-The printing press is a real thing of creativity.For the first time saw how the machines operate and was amazed .The Japanese suck big time as they engrave the details of the machine in Japanese. Even the stop ,start, pause ,etcetra etcetra a whole bunch of buttons had the instructions in Japanese.

-XDAi is a piece of marvel.I cannot do any kinda of justice by saying it was abso-bloody-lutely superb even though i had the luxury of havin its company for a lil more than hourz time.That was a punch from O2 for me.

-Rally racing is more taxing and adventurous than F1 .No pitstops means u need be the mechanic of ur machine if it decides not to do its best for u.

-Dont try to make sense when some says I live in my own rented house.

-The identity of an individual has almost nothin to do with the name.Its most probably with the surname :)

-Dont expect any day to be mediocre.Always the unplanned and unexpected fun brings in joy beyond containment.

And at this I feel pampered beyond words.

To Childhood And Back

Instead of squanderin away an evening chaffing on the humdrums of the vegetative corporate life, decided to rush to grab a good book.err.. definition of good shall remain subjective..And then very prudently selected MY DAYS -R K Narayanz autobiography.The slow paced beginnin of the book suddenly makes one feel like a process of decelaration has taken place and the endearing writing of Narayan compulsively makes one traverse the days of childhood again and retrograde in time. ..The stories are so damn down to earth.It makes it more likebale when u can relate to the places and certain incidents.places where he describes.. royapettah.. mount road.. oh yeah i have seen this .omigawd! me has been there.The pets that were kept.. the innocence in assuming certain things.. everything is so much at peace..The faculties of the mind get influenced by incidents that seem so petty n trivial for eg thinking that an uncle in the neighbourhood with a scary beard cumes home to take u to task.It brings laughter to me now ,but then beleive me it would have taken lotta courage to walk past such scary aunts n unclez very gingerly..He is not parsimonoious when it cumes to describin the minute details of the events that shape ones life going further and thus forms a picture of visual novelty when the words put the tress on the road..the perpetual effect of sitting on the shores of a beach.Ahhh loved it!! Unlike the prosaic stuff i had read oflate ,the finely narrated stories are such a feast.
Back to childhood and then drift off into wat i did then.. how it seems so much far away.Its like relivin the times again and when u get used to this exotic inebriety, the morning seems so repungnant and testy and i detest this to childhood and back affair these days .Wonder how easy it is to get lost with a book and its characters......

A Drop of tear

And

Then The

Drop Of Tear

slid slowly from the eye,

On to the sand.N Bfore i felt it,a

wave carried it to the ocean to make it one

among a million drops. Then I swam across the oceans

in search of my tear for miles.Now am scared as i realised

It does not matter how much time u spend crossing surface

of an ocean,u will know not the depth of it.Am confused

if i should plunge into the abysm with the hope of

finding my tear drop. For i know not if it

bcame a pearl r if it jus evaporated

into thin air Confused.....