bEauty exist not in sameness but differences

Who would imagine a giraffe without a long neck or a cactus without its picky beauty? The irregularities of the mountain peaks is what makes it so imposing. If we try  to make them all the same they would no longer command our respect.

Its imperfection in every form that astonishes or attracts us.

The sunset set looks more magnanimous when surrounded by different clouds and when light from them reflect the diverse colors and dreams of every individual, it then that we  feel the silent pure rush .

Music subsides and emerges with different chords, irregularity in notes weave the symphony. The music which caresses your heart, Allow me to make you believe that these sweet symphonies of its melody also  evolve  from different elements , not a note similar.

The roaring ocean, its expanses, a panorama of infinite beauty is indeed compelling. The waves gallop like free horses in meadows, to form the ripples of joy and an orchestra of euphoria, the difference in its surface is what makes it demand the appraisal.

Think about every small object your surrounded with, they are forms of different creations, different people with different constructive ways of putting forth their ideas.

What makes you appreciate them, the vastness of its diversity or the constrain of its use . We all know the former is what we crave for, we appreciate the differences.

 Sometimes we to try and scale down the individuality in us because we feel we do not conform to the idea of being normal to someone else.  Its complete injustice that we  do to our self in away .

Just the way life has many corners of surprises, they wait to be cast off one day .The wait will never be too long , so do not fall with a broken hope because each day comes to us with a different story to reveal, don’t hold back with the fear of being revealed to something new , remember all of us unconsciously crave for that imperfect soul , because deep within we all are imperfectly perfect .

 

 

the feeling :)

I Feel deeply motivated to write about this after reading Ben Okris”s article, a writer and yet unknown to many but his one article that made me wonder about how I actually feel about the whole idea of writing and this blog goes to my perspective as I elucidate the whole sanctified feeling of writing and the power of words that is able to create a world with in you.

We are all individuals, the word itself explains why we are different and how we display to the world the whole plethora of different souls and different motives of each. Art is one form of channelizing this individual energy adhered in each one of us . Some choose the form of painting, sketching, calligraphy, singing or even sand art and what I choose is writing. To me writing is my simple form of propagating my message, it’s merely a way in which I feel I can justify my existence in the word .to write and leave it for them to interpret is the main idea look for in it. I don’t always care too see if I am being rational in my writing but what I am intently directed to  see is that while I write I must attain the bliss of the experience . Its very personal for me because when we are putting down words in clusters, for them to picture my thoughts in a white sheet may not always be impeccable but to write and convey my perspective of reality is why I attempt to write.

Reality as it may be is a matter of a special kind. We all have our own views of reality. we individually select , alter , exaggerate and glorify the events that only conforms to us . We may try and come out it but in real we are surrounded by our own idea of reality and when we write we offer a peek to others of our own picture of the world that we see. 

To be able to create an intense world in your words where the readers might actually feel themselves painted in your fabric is what a writer yields to . Having an opinion of the world and putting it forth for them in the simplest form you can is what makes a person WRITE .TO think about the complexities of life and combining the simple elements of existence to make it as short as possible and yet as deep as  it could get .  Well if I could attain that, It is then that i shall feel the true joy of being called  an artist .

Thoughts that infest like pest .

Ever felt like you did not ever even succeed in knowing one tenth of yourself , I am not talking about feeling psychotic or hallucinated ,  it’s a different feeling .Sometimes when  YOU look at yourself from outside the frame rather  then picture yourself from the frame like you always do .
To make the matter worse a second person or rather someone else whom you have probably known for only a few months makes you push and have a different picture about yourself altogether. Should you be thankful well that it definitely depends on what picture they showed you of yourself. Now I don’t want to be sounding like a person who just lost her parameter of normalcy but I just had a day where things came to me from a different perspective and receiving this was just not pleasant for me at least. So how is it receiving your personality character from someone who has been observing you > not pleasant to a bit , since when did stark truth hit me so hard I wonder .I was pretty certain about how I was and how I portrayed about myself till today when a friend tells me  you have turning mood swings and really intense ones  , do I seriously .. I just tend to succumb to silence for awhile perhaps not even to think about anything maybe that does look a little retarded to some but that’s the way I am comforted.I don’t really have days when I come home to reflect and write about what happened but today it honestly stirred me not in a way when someone shoots  you with something sardonic but just honest truth about yourself  well, that is not usually perceived very optimistically by everyone.  Well, what I am trying to say is we seriously need to have occasions like this when we get an idea about ourselves from someone else and most importantly not to avoid it all what we really need to do is learn to categories their importance and definitely leave the crap out of it and from what we get and  we should be able to try and learn more about our self from this  because


sometime what others see of you is more than what you think of yourself to be.Give sometime of your day to reflect upon your action, they will definitely give you a picture of the direction your heading for and most importantly don’t lose yourself so much in the effort of trying to be perfect ,keep that little spark of madness in you…always , tou we are given a little of it , but to lose that would be grave pity .  

Who You are

Don’t baricate your liberty

Don’t wither your open mind ,

You do not stand to be blamed

Naivety was not chosen it was gifted .

People are narrawoing their synapse

And saturating it with crystallized evil.

Don’t feel outcasted by this ongoing

What we need  to witness is clear concious,

And not slaughteres of humankind.

Some said there are only good and bad people ,

But a worse,could have Evolved was never imagined ,

People will provoke you , people will try and pit their ideology on you

But a stong mind and kind heart is what will shield you.

I never stood by this but this is what holds me together now,

People around you may betray you ,

Loved ones might add to your plight and close ones might leave you

World plays ticks but this isnt evrything .

Life has to sides ,but keeping you and not loosing yourself

Through thick and thin regardlessly of evrything be true to yourself,

Through the moment of break and joy

This is what makes you your own hero .

Time will pass but the tale will remain unbruised

So don’t let the world dismantle you ,

You write your own tale.

  “ WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT ” 

And i so happen to really love the lyrics

                                    My wish 
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slowAnd each road leads you where you want to goAnd if you're faced with the choice and you have to chooseI hope you choose the one that means the most to you
And if one door opens to another door closedI hope you keep on walkin' ‘til you find the windowIf it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smileBut more than anything, more than anything
My wish for youIs that this life becomes all that you want it toYour dreams stay big, your worries stay smallYou never need to carry more than you can hold
And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' toI hope you know somebody loves youAnd wants the same things tooYeah, this is my wish
I hope you never look back but you never forgetAll the ones who love you and the place you leftI hope you always forgive and you never regretAnd you help somebody every chance you get
Oh, you'd find God's grace in every mistakeAnd always give more than you takeBut more than anything, yeah more than anything
My wish for youIs that this life becomes all that you want it toYour dreams stay big, your worries stay smallYou never need to carry more than you can hold
And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' toI hope you know somebody loves youAnd wants the same things tooYeah, this is my wish, yeah yeah
My wish for youIs that this life becomes all that you want it toYour dreams stay big, your worries stay smallYou never need to carry more than you can hold
And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' toI hope you know somebody loves youAnd wants the same things tooYeah, this is my wish(My wish for you)
This is my wish(My wish for you)I hope you know somebody loves you(My wish for you)May all your dreams stay big(My wish for you)

Shillong dear Shillong

As soon as we were done with our exams we rushed 

 outside to congratulate each other and of course big

 hugs were exchanged, in the midst of all that I 

happened to have overheard my classmates 

conversation .  one said ‘what plans after school …. Any 

thought of studying in shillong ‘and the other one replied 

"anywhere but not shillong” !

I Am sure this is something my Shillong folks can relate 

to more than others .  the other day after overhearing 

their conversation I was taken aback by peoples thought 

about Shillong , do they even know what  ‘Shillong” is ! I 

know most people have this concept that , after they are 

out from here perhaps to complete high school or college 

THAT  they will have a better life perhaps a more 

sensible one  too !

Yes true maybe Shillong can’t offer you with that 

exposure and advance life , but folks this is the place 

that has nurtured you since you were a child and 

suddenly you grow up to have a complete different 

opinion calling it backward and primitive doesn’t your 

conscience stop you from doing so …. I wonder!.

I see people updating statuses in facebook as , “can’t wait to get out of here” or ‘I am tired of Shillong” seriously !!! those people should get a reality check done , they actually “predict” that life outside is better someplace where  they can bask them self and feel absolutely wonderful about themselves.

 I Wonder if they will ever come out of their delusion 

  

And as for how true this fact is about Shillong, ask the 

people who are living outside , they will tell you , how ‘

blissfully’ they are basking  themselves !

SIGH ! At the end of the day , learning to appreciate 

things is the most important trait one should have rather 

than being ignorant to the blessings that God has 

already given you .Shillong is a wonderful place 

sometimes even words fall short to describe this small 

town life which is so blissfull in its own little way and 

those people who think it’s a waste of time , I pity them 

for not having their senses right .

this view is worth living for 

we live we die and then .. ?

So , alone I sat in my not so exciting room wondering what to fidget with., I waited and waited and finally my eyes laid upon Mitch Alboms’s ‘The five people you meet in heaven ‘ , lying aloof with dust settled on it , from time immemorial it has always been lying there in my father’s shelf and yet had never quite caught my attension .I bet the title make’s you curious it certainly made me curious too and within no time I was already turning its pages. Mitch Albom , it was my first book of his . To be honest I did not quite like his language , was too short and straightforward , but to contrast it with his simple writing he wrote a book that will get you thinking about life , or to be more precise the life after death .

 Certainly many of us believe that life after death is followed by testimony and then conventionally followed by either heaven or hell . well, some might have their own theories too , but Mitch believed in something else he saw life as a passing phase which at present really doesn’t quite make sense because the answer is waiting for all of us what life was really all about and each one of us have a different answer and reasons to live and that’s what made Mitch write this book, as he said ‘there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind’. He specially emphasized on the word ‘strangers’ , according to him we all are a part of one big family and a person who might me a Stanger to you today might be the reason for whom your alive tomorrow. 

He has actually given a deeper meaning to the ‘strangers’ who surround our lives every day In the story the main protagonist who dies a brutal death , goes through the journey of heaven which he too thought of it as quite a different place somewhere where he would get peace and boundless joy , yes peace did come to him but not in the form of leisure but in the form of reasons and answers , by those ‘strangers’ whom he too never knew, never loved and never bothered but lastly it was them that made him realize the reason for his existence and that’s how peace came to him.

 It was’SNT quite a book that I would say ‘you haven’t lived if you haven’t read that” but yes if your actually bored reading your vampire books and frivolous love stories you might just want to try something that Mitch’s got to offer.

            
THE CALCUTTA CHROMOSE
Calcutta chromosome ! lets say the first thoughtthat comes to ones mind is ‘ is it about the loud bengalis ?”
Perhaps it must have got to do something with the people living there and lets say most of us would actually not have a second thought about reading it if it was by some other not so popular writer well I too felt the same, but believing amitav ghosh and best of literature that he produced I gave it a try .
And this is exactly what I take back from it `~fever~ delirium~ discovery .. the book rightfully speaks of what it shows .
It begins in Antars dingy room in hiz house in Egypt from hiz office machine AVA which blinks a burnt photo id of a man which later is reveled as Murugan , it clearly flashed below hiz monitor under the photo ‘subject missing since august 21,1995 ‘.
Malaria , very few people would actually want to read a book completely based on a subject so scientific and educational.. people like books which have an irony to hold on too and at the same time which has some intensity added with some cold intelligence … In this book amitav has kept ‘malaria’ as the bottom line and has beautifully weaved a complete story over it .
He has navigated through time and has intercepted genres to present a unique tale from present to future how each one of the characters have affected each others life .
From Ronald “s labrotory (the person to WRITE A complete theroty on the cure of malaria ) in 1898 to Antars house after many years a great deal happened which has not only to do with science,but history , superstition, and lastly the religious cults with their beliefs. It surely will bring a chill down your spine .
He mentions how a completely revolutionary discovery of the cure of malaria on one hand and how reincarnation on the other hand have benefitted from eachother . people like magala , an uneducated but witty women picked by a British scientist from the most irrelevant places of all .. sealdeh station ,to help him with the lab work she acknowledges her own self to discover ways of reincarnation into another body . the other character Murugun who probably acts as the narattor throughout the story   and is  insearch of something quite unusual ‘the calcutta chromosome ‘ ..will he succeed in his quest … the answer which is revelaed at the end makes u wonder does logic really rule our lives or has life got a deepr meaning maybe which cannot be justified by logic and reasons .
DECEPTIVE IT SOUNDS AT FIRST BUT when the story ends it actually haunts you to believe that maybe mangala was not just an ordinary women and maybe superstition aren’t so trivial after all .


GHosh deliberately frolics with the readers curiosity to what later it revels to be an absolutely chilly ending .The book surely haunted me long after it ended and I think it was just absolutely worth reading it.