A Self-ie-City

Every individual is reluctant to change. But I wonder how The Power drives it to a completely opposite route. How much we ever try to refrain from it, we are yanked off to the same lane. Emotions exemplify one of the attributes that define the timidity of mere human beings. Goodbyes may be difficult. But we still meet new people, get attached and bid a heavy hearted adieu. If the locus of subsequent events had to end up at the same instance, why would we ever start off ?  And it is now that you think of yourselves to be His puppets. But I opine that your emotional quotient drives you off on the wrong route, in vain. You are strong when you know that you always have a leverage over few keys. It resides deep within. It stays invisible. But always alert. Our soul. The inner voice. Our sole source of trust and happiness. And when the soul seeps through such a tunnel of secrets, then it is known as realisation. On a rhetoric note, it is self realisation, believed to be the most powerful source of learning.


It was like any other usual day when I returned back to my room after an overloaded day at office. "The housekeepers did the work well." Yes, the room looked tidy and I mocked a joke at myself. Keeping the smirk aside, I rushed to complete the chores to catch up with my daily routine. I took off my business formal heels and slipped my feet into my favourite sports shoes. And I experienced a sudden gush of delightfulness and pride. I felt at the top of my world. Not because I am proficient in a field, but because I am uniquely myself, a self content beautiful individual. I am going to be there with myself forever.


Call it a keen observation or a frivolous pass of a second. But I can wager upon this that the feeling of happiness is going to stick to me throughout  my life. Let alone the splendid sense of content speak that. A reason that would keep me reminding of my potential. And mould me into a better individual. An individual engulfed with self love and admiration. One who would never let the affection for self fade away. One who would not gauge self with the tumultuousness of a schedule or the bitterness of a mayhem.


Find time for yourself. Give your precious hours to your hobbies. Dream. Love yourself. To no limits. Within no boundaries.
Always remember, You are the one and only confident pilot who can land yourself safely even in the most crucial of all emergency situations. You are a concrete wall for yourself to stand against.


Stay confident! Live fit! Keep smiling!
After all why should we punish ourselves for no wrong?

Forever In The Last

Couple of days scattered

Imitating the falling leaves of autumn..

A decaying yellow gnawing at the serenity of peace..

And Oh! It is one down again at the midnight tick.

Oodles of sentiments vying with the gush of the hot spring,

To-do-list racing with the ever swift countdown clock..

The lanes which morphed anonymity into an existential identity,

Treading along which each step ahead has a story to narrate..

A story delicate, beautiful and memorable.

Capturing the picture perfect essence of the panorama in irises moist..

Rewinding the nurtured flashbacks in pace quadrupled,

I count my millionth effort to relive the forever in the last!

Jollity Is Wherever You Feel.

Beautiful stereotyped mornings had become my daily routine until today happened. Today was not just another cog in the wheel. To find pleasures in the smallest of small things that you do is sheer aristocracy in one's own way. You must be thinking to yourself now. What  revelled me to this extent? I will be glad to end your curiosity.

For three months and twenty one days, I have been in Kolkata. And I stand with undisputed awe at the amicability and alacrity of this city. There is a magic in its air which I preferably call "The Kolkata's sacrosanct Essence". It is not just about the big buildings of antiquity but also the Sun, streets and residents. And tea in an earthen pot :)
Fascinating..isn't it? Yes, I had tea at a roadside stall and in an earthen pot with the two most trusted persons of my life, Maa and Papa. And believe me it was absolute contentment. Until now, I did not have a clue how a kulhad chai( that is what they call it) tastes. But now I know.

The rush at the tea stall early morning when the clock ticks seven itself reveals the charm of the city. Gleaming yellow taxis, the hustle and bustle of traffic.. the city wakes early. Morning walkers, pet lovers, or a group of octogenarians iterating the laughter exercise. All this makes me think..people of this city are aware. Papa parked the car. And we took our chairs and settled. I was the happiest in the group! It knew no bounds. A very social group of about fifteen sat next to us in a circle. Lucky souls again. They have a big circle in this grim world. The chirrups of the morning birds faded by the resonance of the political opinions of people around. Early morning, a cuppa tea, mates and a healthy discussion. What else is a blissful life? Some ten steps away, I saw the atmosphere was not the same. A couple placating each other. But that is the oddity of life. You know the taste of pleasure only when you have overcome pain. Period. 

I was sitting with myself when one of the fifteen very enthusiastically asked. So where do you live? Maybe because he found us to be there for the very first time. "Chotu"..Someone jeered. "Jaldi jaldi saheb ko chai de aa". And his little feet rushed. His fingers were scorched,but he was paid a few bucks for it. And he was happily doing it. The large group greeted him with love and affection. And even he enjoyed being cuddled. Who doesn't? When again he was called back by his master. Every little thing is momentary. Times change.

"Madam". I sensed the sound waves coming in my direction. Here he was. Chotu with my earthen cup. I received it  with a smile. A smile engulfed with good wishes for him and his family. Only if he sensed. The aroma of a tinge of ginger lingered in air and traveled my thoughts. Refreshing! And I took the maiden sip in an earthen pot to taste the jollity of life.

She Dreams..

She dreams,

When inspiration peters into a night dreary..

She dreams,

When the sunshine infuses a brand new hope..

She dreams,

While mustering energy to stride longer, despite stumbles..

She dreams..

When carrying her belief ardently..

She dreams,

While standing tall and still against a catastrophic wind..

She dreams,

While enduring the pains en route..

She dreams,

While ferreting around for her herself..

She dreams,

While romancing her tiny sources of glee..

She dreams,

By curling her lips into a  smirk whimsical

Defying the shrewdest of barriers..

She dreams,

While walking alone with the crowd..

She dreams,

To live her dreams, she dreams!!!

Happy Friendship Day!

A sleepless night? Insomnia? No. I would call it a night solemn, but when I was all with  myself. When memories were playfully prancing and plucking strings of joy and mirth of togetherness but tears of distance and time. I felt the void and an urge to fly and make my presence ubiquitous. And that is possible only in a world of fantasy. So, did I keep sulking? I do not really know and I will not want to allude the the mystery of the night so easily. Infact I leave it to the reader's thought process.

The clock did not yet strike twelve. But I was ready with my contacts. I had to ping many. And I am so lucky to feel this day to be an important day of celebration. I called my sister and chatted for not so long this time. And she was already on a tease spree as to why have I called her few minutes earlier and not exactly at twelve. One,two, three... and on and on. A few strained relations but this day makes me forget all. I had spared the tick of twelve for that special life support system of mine. We talked for long,obviously. The beauty lies in the fact that even parents did not rebuke me for the pandemonium I had created last night. Because they knew I was the happiest girl enjoying midnight. Every person that I pinged yesterday did create an aura of memories that I loved cherishing yesterday and will keep it in the pages of my diary for an entire lifetime. And finally my eyelids got moist. And that is when yester night became even more memorable.

Maa called me to sleep. It was late and I had to attend a seminar the next morning. But I did not want to turn in. I wanted to sit back and cry. In happiness? Memories??  Last year it was not the same. Round the clock,how did one year just pass.. I again do not know. 
Come and sleep,beta. It is too late and you have to complete chores and study. 
And then the voice..my inner voice.. it tried to construe. Maa, last year it was not the same. I had lots of fun. I miss all of them. All my friends. I want to relive those memories. I want to cut a cake with the best of my friends and party and dance and sing along.
That is when she replied in just two words.. and dozed off again. 
"Time changes."
The bell rang. Yes, I had heard this someday or read it somewhere. And understood it. But now I had learned  the depth of this one liner. And I could connect the dots.. Time changes but not the memories. They remain fresh like the nascent petals of a beautiful Rose throughout one's life. And I am the happiest person on earth to have so many a petal which I can decorate in my garden of memories. A realization? An enlightenment? I  again don not know.

But now I surely found the joy that I was rummaging for. I turned in..snuggled and tried to sleep. I played all the songs which made me remember you. And felt content. My pillow sensed a little moistness. But it absorbed it all. 

Every day has some importance in life to celebrate and enjoy. And different people hold importance in one's life. Do not regret it. Enjoy, instead.

To all my friends,
Here I am ending this note to wish you the happiest of all friendship days. God bless all.
Missing you all but radiating a smile. And looking forward to celebrate this day with the same mirth and zeal. 
Love,
Ananya

TAILOR-MADE

A soft prayer in mumbles,

Conceded to the surge of erratic wind ,

But like a feather, it again fell up,

Beautifying the prudence of lift.

And then The Supreme reciprocated

To clench the Tailor-made!

Good Morning Kolkata!

 

The abode of a poet's reverie..

Revealing citadels of mystical veil..

Rejoicing at the centenaries of existence..

Eliciting the incomparable morning jamboree!

 

I, a protégé of The clout..

Saunter in Your aesthetics..

Exuding a dancer's gait.

 

Ecstatic dew ephemeral..

Falls on my temple,

And to The bliss of divinity..

I bow - A poet's Good Morning!