II-Certitude of Silence-II

There we met and departed
reasons unknown and obscure yet
the leaves swayed 
and we turn again.

That was not the last farewell
albeit there was no first beginning
still the dark black orbs enticed
swept me and I lost.


I had nothing to gain
be it your happiness and sorrows
i had to only smile and weep
and you unaware of both stances.

It was never a fairy tale
I must confess
Your scrutinizing eyes and 
the grimaced smirks said it all.

There was no words still
but the eyes spoke volumes
and yet we stand apart 
still as strangers.

The magnitude of our feelings
yet to be verified
but  I believe it that 
we will pass for certitude!!

Letters and Replies!!

''Writing is not letters on paper.Its communication.Its Memory.''-Issac Marion
      They say writing letters is the purest form of friendship we humans can possibly express.How true!! Letters are something  for which we all irrespective of our age wait eagerly.Be it an appointment letter or counselling letter be it in form of invitation for family or friends gathering or celebrations--letters have their own charm,charisma and ways.Once a letter is written we await for the reply.Some get disappointed when the reply never comes back.Yes it is true it feels tangible.Once a letter is sealed in the envelope and a stamp is neatly stuck on it we harbor the hope of a 'reply'.Even the options in the cellphone in message box has one option 'reply'.While writing letters we capture ourselves in a moment and then give that moment to some one else.In life its tangible and hurting but the bitter truth that ''Few out of everything we fall for are often never reciprocated.'' 
                               Many people mourn that except formal letters the essence and existence of informal letters have vanished.But the most strange fact is that the people who mourn the fact of vanishing hand written informal letters have never attempted to write one in recent times. Its always very simple and quite easy to put words but diagonally that much difficult and painstaking to put  the words into actions.Well I believe that writing letters is a pleasure in itself.Letters provide us with good company in solitude.It not only gives us company but a hope to live,survive and fight for.
                                
                               The letters have such a power that the sms or few emoticons cannot provide.No matter how much our communication technology gets advanced  the essence,enigma and encouragement of letter can  never falter or fade away.While writing away letters is cumbersome for some its only a flicker of hope in many lives.And compatible to writing letters ,reply holds a vital role.A reply-small or big brings a smile worth million dollars and a spark in eyes worth thousand twinkling stars.In this roller coaster drive of life letters sometimes give us a path to follow,a hope to conquer and reason to survive.
                           Hence keep writing letters to your near,dear and beloved ones.Replies might come or never come it hardly matters.Just keep on writing.And those who have received letters please reply because someone in this maddening crowd loves you with all his/her heart and time.Don't disappoint them and respect their love for you.Life is very short to hold any grudges.Reply even to an apology letter.Because some things in life can never be brought and reciprocated.All we have is a give-take relationship to maintain.Cherish the love for each other through letters...

The 'Strength' Of 'Small Things'

A very ''Happy New Year''to all my friends and readers here.:) Having dealt and wrapping up with studies;I felt a raw desire to type out few words inspired from a story which I came across a few days back.
         Well!! Don't get terrified I am not retelling the entire story for the story here is a trifling matter,what I found vital and worth sharing is the fact highlighted in the story.The fact-''STRENGTH OF SMALL THINGS''.
          Everyone of us are equipped with things ranging from small,medium,big,large and gigantic.Things are brought ,used and after sometimes dumped.Its nothing new.Right?But have you ever noticed an old key which your grandparents or parents use to open an almirah or the trunk?If yes then have you wondered the 'strength of the key"?The strength of the key is negligible in front of your well maintained fit body which can turn bricks into dust.But then imagine a situation:-
       You have your train ticket inside that almirah.You have your train at 5.30 pm.You went out of your house for some important assignment and got extremely late there.Still managing your time you head for the railway station at 4.15 pm.Suddenly you find that you have forgotten to get your ticket from the almirah.You thrust the key inside the lock .And then the key turns a bit and retreats back to its position.The lock does not open.You retry for three to four times but all your sincere efforts to open the almirah goes in vain.You then using all your strength and energy bang the almirah door which again goes futile.You twitch the key several times and alas! the key dents.By this time the clock shows 4.55 pm.One look at the clock or your wrist watch ,you ball your fist to give another bang on almirah sending two three silent prayers and promising and making deal with almighty.If by Almighty's divine grace or the old key's pity for your wrecked condition the lock opens (by chance) you retrieve the ticket and rush.Again it is completely your lucky stars if the train is late or just leaving the platform;but if you are not quite fortunate then you can see the cross mark(X) of the locomotive.
        The saga of the strength of small things do not end here.It once so happened that a seven year old  could not be saved because her father could not break the lock of the front door which her mother had put before going to the local market.The fire engulfed the house and the heat of the flames melted the lever of the lock making it impossible to open at that moment.Due to a small lock a precious life turned into ashes.The strength of half a dozen strong and stout men went into trash in front of the strength of a small lock.Similarly there are instances of buildings and localities catching fire due to small piece of lit cigarette thrown carelessly or short circuits.Small issues,clues,cues lead to path breaking discoveries,explorations and inventions.
Small things are firm and constant.Their all energy is converged at performing only one task and there lies their strength.
So my dear friends and readers take care of the small things you are equipped with and plan alternatives or substitutes for them .
           Thank you all for reading this.Sorry for any grammatical errors,Constructive criticism for the post is accepted.
N.B.:The opinions expressed are personal views.
Creative Courtsey :Manjula Padmanabhan

When we remember !!...

It is then when the moment when we hear those mushy and heart rending songs on our cellphone or via any other sources we feel the salty waters have trickled down the cheeks without our knowledge and consent.Its not the lyrics of the song or the voice of the singer who sung it so soulfully but its the emotions,feelings and the people attached to the very lines of the lyrics.Be the sweet ones or the bitter ones memories flood across our minds.Life is not the roller coaster ride only rather an extempore audition or examination.From the very day of nestling in our mother's womb till the moment of turning into 3-4 handful of ashes  we take examinations.Unpredictable tomorrows,betraying relationships,bottling desires,bizarre dreams,hopeless today,haunting yesterdays,dark secrets and the list goes on.But it's the ultimate truth that we can never lie to us.Matters of heart and matters of soul are sometimes too tangled to be again put into straight lines.But still we have to be optimistic.Searching for a glint of hope for the whole lifetime.Time runs rather flies and we keep on chasing it.But does that makes matter better?? Do they in real sense.
                      Some of the 1000s people we come across in our whole life time a handful cross our mind and heart for more than once in every prosperity and peril.And we label them as''dear ones''.And for the one whom we fall head over heels-'our loved one'.Life gives us then a hard test.Egos surface,ignorance deepens and we stand poles apart.Perhaps that's not the way we ever wanted the events to take along the course.Do we?? Heart never reasons and that's the biggest trouble.Even if  we know that something can never be reciprocated yet the heart reasons volumes and put the analytic brain to rest.Again the heart wins over us.We see dreams,possess hope and run from the painful ,out of control reality.Each time there is any link indicating them then we grab it without hesitation.Why?? They are our ''loved one's''... 
                          When it rains,or when it's too cold or when the day is too bright ,we remember them.Because we love them.We say 'season's greetings'.Albeit we remember them through the drops or rain,rays of sun,droplets of dew and shades of moonlight the question lingers ''Are they feeling the same for us?? Do they remember us ?? And do they even bother??
                            And then reality gate crashes us again.Pulls us again ruthlessly from the self made fantasy world of sweet events and then YOU ARE ALONE  ON THE ROOF ,ON THE TERRACE,IN THE ROOM AND IN THE WORLD...

A Calculating mistake and You!!

I clearly remember the days of my 1st weekly test of class 3 when I was the favourite student of all teachers.... i have a bad habit of committing simple silly ,stupid mistakes that to in maths.....Shefali miss was my maths teacher and she was so lovely and encouraging...i have never seen her getting angry over anyone.

But that weekly test of class 3 changed me a lot...i had committed a simple mistake..3+2=6.(silliest mistake of life).When the copy was shown in the class I found out that it was 49 out of 50.highest ! so happy... but miss called me ''Lina! come here holding your ears and slapping yourself till u reach near me....'' i was embarrassed,i was angry and it was a shameful situation for me...i having no other option had to carry out her orders.she then twisted my ears and showed me the blunder i had committed.the whole class giggled and some were happy that i got punishment... i cried that day not bcuz i got such insult but for the teasings of my classmates...from then whenever i do any calculations i remember that day and Shefali miss....

But it 's the greatest shock for me that she is no more.... her twisting of my ears remind me of her.....i miss her the most .... i feel desperate to wish her ''happy teachers' day'' and seek her blessings but .....:'( ...

i miss u ma'm.... i m now not committing mistake in calculating 3+2=5.