Life..it is...

Ever tried dancing to someone else's tune?! Although
difficult but then it has its own freshness.. You
haven't heard that melody yet.. and time asks
you to perform on the same... You think you can
dance!?

You try..

And there you are.. commencing with
tapping your feet,snapping your fingers and
then that halla-hoop.. You see.. time and
audience too are dancing with you...
God gracious - you started dancing to someone
else's tune and now the entire
milky way is dancing your way!

It was not that bad you see..bad were the presumptions!

PS : I hope I was able to convey, that dance is not the literal 'dance'..

Inspiration Courtesy : A buddy who taught a stubborn-me that even if you cant live your way sometimes, you can still be happy and contended! Thanks buddy!! :)

The Writer Me...

The other day I was dragging my existence from office to home..and suddenly I saw a small gathering @ one of the ice cream parlours in my vicinity..Being a ice cream lover, I too planned to gobble a scoop. I parked my ride in front of the parlour and walked towards the token counter.

“Choco fudge..single scoop, waffle cone!!”, I said.
The guy @ the counter handed over an orange plastic coin to me..I took my scoop in lieu and started my treat..
I always feel that eating ice cream is no less than a game..you have to take care, not a single drop gets spilled (you lose points) , you have to eat the portion at right time before it melts (else game over) and with all these complicacies and rules, you have to enjoy eating it too..More of a game, right?!

Anyways, while I was on the game, I saw the tiny lil eyes..almost peeping from the shoulder wall carrying it..I was transported by the umpteen emotions in them..Are those eyes just wondering @ the interwoven elderly world of ours..or those eyes are questioning the meaningless  and  of the big city..or may be just flaunting the innocence that could only be in the tiny eyes..nowhere else...And I was transported back to the 'present'..with the freezing sensation by the lava-down movement of melted ice cream on my knuckles..

And I smiled..this time with no realisations...Not being a writer, no framing of stories..Just sharing a  heart-touching experience..

As a lark, I hopped on to my ride..brimming with the 'feelings'..and vrooommmmmm!! (PS : No more dragging the existence you see.. I am riding now.. ;))

The Melody..

Its a thursday evening melody...

Time is travelling through the two bars of the window..

Time has always been in the same fashion..travelling through the lush green trees..white patches of those life carriers here and there in the sky..aromatic wet soil spread all over the field..decibels across the environ... Then why is that she did not see the footprints of time before?!

May be because she has been too involved in herself, her life..

When you are with oneself, you miss to observe and ponder over the 'trip' of time..you are lost in your own endless journey of life, love, hatred, failures, success, celebrations, resentment..only to realize later that time has been walking all those time, only you were engrossed dancing to the tune of life..and you have missed quite a few 'moments' with time..at times..

She had realisations of same shade it seems..because I am witnessing that smile on her face after a long time..I am witnessing this thursday evening melody..

I, The Mirror..her melody mate..

Inspiration Courtesy : Of course, the protagonist, The Mirror..for capturing this realisation for me...

Life..It is...

Its all about imperfection, you see!!

Had everything been perfect, we all had plans for life..

Many of us wanted a break before we get into the web of life and  invest time in living the un-lived childhood ..invest in bidding back the lost relations.. invest in erasing the carnaged past.. Invest in living back life..life we had lived back! I too wanted something similar..

But life is..its all about imperfection..so I have started searching my childhood, the lost relations, a healthy past and the life itself in the imperfections..and I have found, ultimately, all these..not perfect although, but full of life indeed!!

Though a commonplace dialogue but cent percent true- imperfect itself says I M PERFECT!!

STRUGGLE through odds, SURVIVE amongst death, SEARCH in dark & SMACK DOWN every ‘negation’ to sum-up your life..to achieve totality!! Don’t breathe bits..instead..live loads!!

Inspiration Courtesy : To life.. Thanks for carving me into what I am today :)

The Melody..

It’s a Monday morning melody-

They are struggling with books-He- diagonals, equilateral, sines & cosines…abhorring the divergence in geometry existing in universe..She-ports, input, AND & OR gates..swallowing somehow the crazy controller programming!!

But the morning is still melodious..they are TWO after all and none of them alone.. any struggle they can struggle, let the odds be odds…who cares!!
The Monday morning melody is - I saw them..and they were together..

- I,  Camlin Flora pencil..their melody mate..

Inspiration Courtesy : The Monday morning ;) and of course the protagonist of the article..The pencil, for this beautiful (?) narration..

PS : Dear Reader / Readers (Not sure that more than a single person is gonna read it ;) )

For those of you who think I have gone mad, this pencil n melody n all, I just want you to know how this happened..
Nothing peculiar though, just a childhood memory transformed into an idea.. Childhood memory when I use to think that everything that existed has LIFE..I am sure we all have experienced this.. for girls it use to be the dolls which had life.. for guys, it use to be your superman toy or the cars.

May be the idea was bad, but at least dnt think I am mad ;).. Just relive your childhood with this blog :)

The Writer Me..

I stepped up the woodden turny ladders..ladders that I had to usually take once or twice a month..to get to the place where I get my hairs done..Mango ppl call it waxing n threading.. (Girls, pls dnt get too excited and Guys pls dnt lose heart.. cz m nt gonna talk about this 'girlish' thing.. I am just being Novelistic by describing the environ ;) pls continue..)

And even before I could step into the room, I saw a girl's eyes giving me 'looks'.. She too..probably was there fr the same reasn as I was.. then why those looks.. I was held perplexed in the umpteen emotions of her eyes.. the envy in them..envious cz of my physique (I am use to this phrase...oh! look @ her, she must be 5'8"..as if its a crime :/ ), or expression may be.. I saw a stroke of arrogance too.. that said, 'I am the best'..or may be she is admiring me..by observing me closely..capturing evry minute detail possible..and suddenly was escorted back to the room by the blowing sound of the hair dryer..along with the beautician's loud instructions to the same lady..to not to move her head unless she is done with her hair cut..Oh..I got my answer to why dose looks..she was merely keeping her head aligned and the eyes aligned in the flow..she was just another girl like others..

And I..I looked into my own eyes in the mirror n said..come on Gargi..again a story..around envy, arrogance, admiration..you are a writer, No doubt..
And I started looking around for..may be smthng or someone to frame story around..again.. ;)

Inspiration Courtesy : The lady with statued head n eyes..thanks for heading n eyeing me ;)

The Writer Me...

I entered...the glass door of the only good option I had in vicinity for getting a decent haircut..a famous chain of hair salon.. The receptionist introduced me to the person who was to dress my hair.. a so called cool dusky dude..with artificially browned hair..built almost perfect..i sat on the chair and peeped through my to- be-dressed hair strands..his eyes smiled...n i was held hesitated by the umpteen emotions of his smiling eyes..the over confidence in his brows, so non-native of his profession..the flirt in the eyes, so decent, that I dint feel uncomfortable..the mystery of the lashes, I was blinking finding a way out of them...and with the sprinkling droplets from the spray on my hair n the face, I was back in the web of strands..I saw those smiling eyes again..and laughed @ myself for not considering the emotion of a professional..yes, his profession demands treating customers with courtesy and respect..he was being just..
And I.. I too was doing justice to my profession..by weaving the story of over confidence, flirt and mystery out of nothing...No doubt, I am a writer.
I was peeking again..this time with less hesitation..n more curiosity..

**Edited**

Inspiration Courtesy : To the man in the salon, who was dressing my hair.. Thanks for dressing my thoughts too.. feels like got free goodies ;)

The Writer Me...

Was sitting by the french window of my favourite coffee shop.. sipping the blend of crushed cocoa beans and irish whisky.. and I saw him..His eyes were looking down to earth.. and I was held loved, with the umpteen emotions of those bowed eyes.. the shy, so uncommon of a guy..the guilt, I melted by..the past that was adrenalINg in him, shocked me off..and with the tinge of burning sip, I was back with the blend.. I saw those bowed eyes again..and smiled @ myself for not considering the emotion of a gentleman.. yes, those eyes were bowed in effort of making me comfortable..he was indeed a gentleman..
and Me.. I smiled again..@ the story around..shy, guilt and past.. I am a writer..no doubt..
I was sipping again.. this time with more life.. :)

Inspiration Courtesy : The guy in the coffee shop..whoever you were gentleman, thanks for coffeeeing me ;)

When I write...

I miss writing.. :(
The only thing that satiates me; apart from love and family..

Although I know, I write raw..but what if I want to write..only write.. write more.. write everything.. anytime..everytime..for everyone..on every aspect of life..
write for myself..professionally.. write emotions..humour..excitements..write dreams..write simple-sobour..write gaudy..write sonnets..write rhime..non rhimical too..write early night..late morning!!

Write the unreadable..write the best ‘read’ ever.. write for Jan-Feb-----December; for Sunday-Monday----Saturday..for every moment.. write to remember.. write to forget!!

Write in ‘one go’.. write for years.. write in senses..and when senses lost!! Write while listening songs..while getting rebuked…while honoured!! Write about dreams..about love..about angels and the draconian beings too!!
Write for ‘writing’..as in now.. I wanna breathe..let me breathe..let me write!!

Inspiration Courtesy : A dear friend who scolded me yesterday for not writing..a cute lady, whose blogs I read recently.. and all the love in my life.. Thank you.. Love you all :)