Though a new day has dawned, I still feel like my eyes are denying the fact. Actually it’s happening for last few days; as if I haven’t slept in ages…
There are thoughts bothering the peace of my mind…There are questions to which no one has the answers!
Life and it’s probabilities…
The people you work with, spend your time with, become a sort of second family. You become used to them, and their presence; You get used to see them in a particular way, and suddenly everything changes…
One of my such beloved friend, lost her companion all of a sudden. We are left aghast; she is such a bubbly person, and very young!!!!
I keep imagining our time together; the thoughts of her grief stricken face stop my heart beat for a moment; It all looks like a bad dream. I keep wondering at the unpredictiblity of life! Being apart, I am unaware of the happenings there; but my imaginations constantly keep me under a scarry spell.
How weird is this; you hear about countless deaths due to myriad reasons on daily basis but the life’s merciless nature strikes the hardest when a close one is taken away!!!!
I keep thinking and thinking…so naturally my sleep has made its distance…
I know it’s not going to be like this forever…I will soon befriend the reality, and obviously my sleep would come back to normal. But my heart bleeds to think about my friend. It’s impossible for me or for anyone to feel the pain she is going through.
Who is going to answer her questions? Why it has to be her?
Helpless, not getting the answers, possibly…one day, she will also have to leave all her questions, and choose to…’live’ again…
For, death leaves no hints behind; there is only one way to seek the answers…
And that is…by LIVING….
One morning, she wakes up startled…with a strange feeling…probably…it was of emptiness…as if there is no purpose in her life…as if she is lost…she looks around…nothing excites her…nothing attracts her…as if nothing is worth…
Bizarre…but it happened…
She keeps sitting…blank…staring at zero…listening to the sounds…coming from the outside…slowly her inner voice starts functioning…she looks to her side…a bell rings…’you have ‘this’, your family’.
She feels blood rushing in her veins…it reminds her of the duties…of necessities…slowly she moves back from the non-purpose to purpose…her heart kicks her inside…’move your bum…and get going‘.
Half awake, she leaves the warmth of bed…walking unsteadily…just to cross the mirror…
She turns to look upon the figure inside…’oh that’s me…why do I look lost…what is wrong?‘
She stares… and stares… numerous thoughts cross her mind…in a fraction of moment…countless memories…good and bad…all…and she raises her eyebrows…
‘What? I do have a good life…it has been great till now…I am a fighter…always a survivor’.
She figures out that one thing missing…
She smiles, ‘now…I look fabulous‘. She ties her hair high,
‘And…here…I am…all ready for a new day’.
She moves to the kitchen…
She badly needs her morning tea….
Hand in hand
We walked far,
Through thick and thin
Facing life, Fighting every war.
Crossing countless milestones,
stopping at none
With the goal set higher
As soon as attained the previous ones.
With hearts quite hopeful
minds completely engrossed,
Fearless, we sailed
to see the other end of cosmos.
a flashlight, a daze
For a fizzy
Shifted my gaze,
Blinding me briefly
Made the weather bit strange,
I fastened my hold though
Still lost my partner oh
to that maze of hungry haze.
Looked down perplexed
Scanning the periphery,
where you vanished?
Leaving me aghast
in such dreadful misery.
Now hapless, helpless
I am scared to the core,
Urging you to stop the play if it is
right now, act no more.
Finding hard to move ahead
without you, not fair…
In your absence
Who needs to breath this air?
All I want is to follow you
Just leave me a hint,
To which direction you left
I don’t see any foot print.
I scream around, I shed tear
Which All but you see and hear.
How could you be so mean?
How could you leave so in between?
The vows in front of holy havan,
To stick together
through every dusk and dawn
Till eternity, till all the worlds go down.
We dreamed of a world of our own,
Where only love was to reign,
No place for hatred like emotion
Was such a brilliant plan.
You forgot every promise
As I stand here
in this lethal gloom
All Alone …
You were no different
and I…a clown.
How am I gonna step ahead
All by myself,
How am I gonna come to terms
We are together no more
You are for good gone,
And from now on
It’s me, and only me
On my own, All alone…
Are you left alone????
Fight back… that’s it. 👍
Read my complete post via Where Were You?
Imagination has no bounds, very rightly said. But how many of us actually succeed in converting it to reality?
Well Nek Chand did.
A common man with an uncommon vision, Nek Chand worked in PWD. Normally such a person would go on site, work, and come back home, but this man searched for things as meagre as broken plates, tiles, bangles, switches etc instead of coming home. By using this waste, He created a world of his dreams for real…and surprisingly kept it secret for more than a decade.
Once the place was revealed, a brief storm did visit the creator and shook things a bit. Eventually, the Sun shone on Nek Chand, and bestowed on him a good post in the department, and a permission to carry on his dream project… The Rock Garden.
Amid the hustle and bustle of the city Chandigarh, this sculpture is standing Rock strong. It is capable of giving surprises at every turn in the narrow and wide, high and low passages. It wooes thousands of visitors of all ages on daily basis.
However the man behind the project is no more; his dream is still in progress. There’s also a museum dedicated to Nek Chand where you can have an idea about his struggle and achievements, as well as the vastness of the Garden.
After a lot of walking, The culmination point treats the visitors with numerous swing rides. An aquarium displays few fish varieties. There’s an eating point, an amphitheatre, and a dolls’ museum. The ticket costs 30 Rs for adults, Rs 10 for kids.
And, the place is very picturesque with no prohibition on photography.
Awesome. Isn’t it?
Now tell me, Did you ever think that things as waste as your broken crockery could make something this beautiful???
Trust me, I am aware…
about your skills of altruistically, working incessantly for the well being of the giant responsibility, your family- just like the worker bees do for the Queen and those privileged good-for-nothing Drones….
Full post: A Bumble Song 🐝🐝
Shillong is the capital of Indian North Eastern State Meghalaya. It has European connection who gave it the sobriquet of ‘Scotland of the East’ may be to get rid of some home sickness, who knows? Since I myself come from a hill station, similar in many respects, a visit to Shillong gave very homely vibes to this mountain child.
I am a basic traveller so I have this very nature of enjoying every thing, every twist and turn during a Journey. Instead of flying, we chose AC Train tickets from Delhi to Guwahati. Reason, a hunger for more! In the back of mind, I had the planning to capture all the journey in my 6/6 visioned retina, and the goal was quite achieved. Moreover a journey by train is unique in itself; you get to see a different kind of India!
For a hill person like me, the long stretched rice fields were also a different thing to see; I was habitual to the terraced land, you see. It was unusual to meet countless sparkling water bodies of various sizes; ponds, lakes, rivers and ultimately the mighty Brahmaputra.
I stood near the door all through the bridge which was like a kilometre long or so. It was September. Guwahati welcomed us with a mild shower. No problem; we hadn’t taken bath for like two days! And not to forget that helpless sitting time on Newspapers at the New Delhi Railway Station platform, when our train was supposedly late, and nobody knew the truth; all sophistication said buh-bye soon!!!
So, Shillong is some 100 km from Guwahati. An interesting man ‘Cocktail’ drove us to NEHU. It was dark. He told about the peculiar culture prevalent over there. The one which caught my attention was that the youngest daughter is the legal heir of the family; she gets it all! A…mazing. Later on I realised that these people were very advanced; They have adopted western culture in a way much better, preserving their own at the same time. Isn’t it commendable?
Every street seemed drenched in music there (Non Veg). The Sun rose really early, and went down equally soon. We had prepaid mobiles which were therefore good for nothing. STD was used to call home in morning, just to wake our families from sleep. They were like,’ what has gotten into you? How you woke up so early?’ They forgot ‘we were in the Easter part of the country, and Sun rises first there!
Trip was memorable, visited many excellent places. Some pictures are being shared.
Ward’s Lake: Also known as Pollock’s Lake. Located in the mid of the city. It is named after the then Chief commissioner Of Assam, Sir William Ward. Timings:
November -February: 8.00 am till 5.30 pm & March- October; 8.30 am till 7.00 pm
Shillong Golf Course: One of the oldest, largest, and finest natural golf courses in the world. Entitled as GLENEAGLE OF THE EAST. Located at an altitude of 5200 ft, initially it was 9-hole course, but was made 18-holed in 1924.
Lady Hyadari Park: Japanese styled garden with a mini zoo.
Cathedral Catholic Church also Cathedral of Marry Help of Christians
Opens 7.00 am to 6.30 pm summers & 8.00 am to 6.30 pm winters
Elephant Falls: It’s a three-step water fall. some 12 km from the city.
We travelled back in early morning, and The Umiam Lake was all covered by fog. We didn’t make a stop here.
Later, did some sight seeing in Guwahati. Journey to North East culminated with the blessings at the Kamakhya Temple. Godess was glad to have us there. May be that’s why she arranged for a shortcut. We were awestruck; the line was endless, otherwise.
One thing more. You can do a lot of shopping for exotic things like apparels, bags, shoes etc since the state shares international borders, and this November, Shillong is hosting the India’s first International Cherry Blossom Festival. Need more reason to go?
Blossom brings bliss, and luckily, we all experience it in Spring (though in different times of year). How beautiful, and heartwarming seems the new life emerging from sleep, so fresh… Completely rejuvenated!
In my native place, where the hills are covered by apple and apricot trees, the month of April is nothing short of heaven….Obviously you can’t imagine if you do not have a natural bent of mind, or it’s also possible you don’t happen to live in paradise. Come April I’ll make you envy 😝😝😝. Oh…I am sorry. Don’t bother. 😊
Distant memories almost flooded my mind today when I saw that even in the month of November, you can have the joy of seeing the mass blossoming along with music, dance, food, and a lot of exposure to the culture so diverse; It’s an International festival my friends!
Have you ever headed North East? If no, may be it’s the time… India is celebrating its first International Cherry Blossom Festival in Shillong Meghalaya in first fortnight of November. Isn’t that awesome? Visit the link for more information 😊 if you wish.
Few years back I did visit the place, but no such festival was part of my trip, however the experience was A…mazing.
Here is the post.