Mind that never rests

Hola people!!!! So, hows summer vacations going?
Well as for me I just hate the idea of these holidays being the last summer vacations of our school life! And the tragic part is that this thought has been bugging me every day since I first realized it. Actually I was made to realize the same by none other than my Pol Sc. teacher. Before that I had not really attached that tag to these vacations and subsequently the importance that is bound to come along!
It's as if this word 'last' has become the key word of my life since I have entered class 12- last year in school, last summer vacation, last year with your lunatic friends!!!
Over the previous days (you may consider me crazy, but I am ready to confess) I have been really contemplating hard how to make my holidays meaningful. It's like every single minute I want to see myself doing something, whether that something be studying, writing, reading, surfing the net or even shopping! The moment I sit down at my sofa to breathe a moment of inactivity, pangs of guilt start striking me as if moving at a supersonic speed towards me to blast me off! Don't know why but my mind is running amok with emotions and feelings a little unknown to me!
When I take a plunge into my inner self, I think I know why it's all happening. I guess I am expecting too much out of these days or to put it right myself. In this whirlpool of emotions I am trying a little too hard to make these holidays the perfect heyday of my life so that there is no trace of regret or anguish that can possibly nibble its way into my spirit. Maybe I am trying to create happiness in and around me.
But I am glad that all this happened to me. It has made me confront and accept (happily) an essential truth of life. True happiness cannot be fabricated. For that let your heart go wherever it wants to. Don't clip its wings even before it starts on its flight. Give yourself a chance instead of subjecting yourself to unnecessary criticism.
Once that happens, your world will turn into that paradise that you have been frantically searching for!!


  

ROAD SENSE OR 'RARE' SENSE?

Hello people!
There's simply one word for weekends- BLISS. On top of it when your routine two day weekend turns into three on account of  a Good Friday or anything for that matter, even that word fails to render justice!
Well just an hour ago I was reading this article called 'Drive Safe' in Brunch (for the ignorant ones, it's a magazine that comes along with Hindustan Times every Sunday!) and it really struck me. Not because it had any flowery lines which I would have 'dreamt' of writing or some words that could send me looking for a dictionary. But simply because it spelt out a widely accepted yet ignored fact: THE ROADS ARE FULL OF IDIOTS!

Before you guys start racking your brains and then accuse me of not making things clear, I would rather do the needful and that is explain. Now we all have been witness to the fantastic road sense of certain people like those who cross the road as if they are having a morning stroll in their neighbourhood park or those who run at the speed of a bullet train and then smile once they reach the other end or those who only like to employ one of their hands while driving because the other one is busy gripping their mobile phone (and the list can endlessly go on).And then there are some serious cases of drunk driving which has cost many innocent lives.

Yesterday only my dad shared this incident with me which only reiterated my opinion of people's idiocy.
Stuck in a traffic snarl, my dad told the driver behind him to back his car. Instead of that he did the entirely opposite and when his car bumped into my dad's, came up shouting to him that his bonnet has been smashed!!!

Actually it isn't road sense which is lacking in people. We clever human beings have done well to save our own skin by giving patience and common sense a fancy name! So no matter how much you abide by traffic rules and how safely you drive, you can never be relieved at the thought of being safe on the road that is full of idiots!

There is another thing that worries me. I am gonna turn 18 next year. With the law permitting me to drive, I certainly have all plans of eating my dad's brain until he lets me join driving classes or steps into the shoes of an instructor himself. Will I have to share the road with all the idiots I mentioned above????
No, please I love my life and there's no way I am letting anyone end it so soon!!!
On a more serious note I already feel conscious of my responsibility as a mature citizen. It's high time that we all do, those who are already out on the roads and more importantly all the youngsters who are going to be, anytime soon.That includes abiding by the traffic rules even when the cop is not around to issue a challan.  I am sure if that happens the roads are no longer going to be full of idiots!!!!! 

A tale of love

Once there lived a feeble looking woman in her fifties
That's only what her physical appearance said
Inside she was as strong as no one ever could be
And there was a boy of seventeen
Both madly in love with each other
They had carved out a unique world of their own
A world where words were rendered useless by the language of love
That kept them indescribably bound to each other
A world where trivial issues like money found no expression
One deserving of envy from all the others that could not be alike
A world sustained by pure content and satisfaction
This was a world created, perceived and lived in by those two extraordinarily simple people


The boy was the pampered one in the relationship
His needs being continuously attended to
But nowhere out of any kind of coercion on the face of earth
No sooner than his mouth uttered a wish, it saw the face of reality
The pleasure of which was savoured by her, every time a little more


Under the embalming shade of a peepal tree, they would sit on a rugged stone
Talking, playing, laughing, eating, singing......
Sometimes until the sun was hidden behind the shroud of the dark clouds
To reappear as a white disc
Its beauty being pronounced to the world by its twinkling companions


Laying in bed their minds would drift to the pleasurable memories of the day
And of many more that they had spent together
More than often there was something peculiar that kept them awake
His longing to be caressed to sleep by her rough, yet soothing hands and her's to do the same


The boy, driven by an insatiable desire to reciprocate her love
Filled her life with happiness, that which can only be found hidden in the small pleasures of life
Chameli flowers, tiny earthen pots, the temple prasad
Bringing a perfect curve on her puckered face


This way everything went on like a 'dream'
As long as they could see, meet and take care of each other
Experiencing the tinge of love and affection that filled the air around them


Yes, even this relationship had a name, an identity to bestow existence 
Better than any tale of love that the human mind may allude to
This is the story of a woman, deserted by her son
Finds every reason to live and love, in her grandson.

IT CAME AND WENT BY.....

Gosh! Don't know what's happened to me. Just now I was sitting in front of my laptop waiting for more than five minutes to get it started (and beginning to curse it)  only to find out that I had not switched the power button on. I wonder if I am ageing too fast!
Anyways i guess that's the most random start that I could bestow a post with. In fact I am beginning to feel that I am only about to write some very random (not necessarily related) things that are just popping in my brain (faster  than even popcorn do) and so I am obliged to give it some rest by expressing them through this post particularly at a time when my brain gets ready to be racked real hard even if it doesn't want to.


Well you might be wondering why I am saying that. This is why:  From tomorrow my life will be no less than a pressure cooker.From tomorrow I ought  to get serious if I really want to do something big or rather 'decent' in life.From tomorrow the academic year will become a board year and no one, not even my neighbors are going to fail in making me realize that. In short from tomorrow I am officially going to be in class 12.


I have said this a hundred times to myself, my friends, my mom and I say it again- 11 went by like a second.
My physics teacher first told this to the class on the very first day of the session. Since then it has only been proved right again and again, at least for me. It's funny but I feel that just now the boards got over and now we are being pushed into another board year. There was some time for the transition in between- only too small, too sweet for it to be ever forgotten.
But I gotta admit that 11 has been the most eventful year of my school life, whether it be academics, competitions, basketball or my friends.


I was standing and a wind passed by
Swiftly, stealthily with a soft touch
That brightened my spirits
And have been left so
By the wind that passed by swiftly, stealthily......


I just realized that had the gujjars not gone barmy again, I would have been in Udaipur having a blast with my friends. It was a real nuisance- first packing all that I could fit into my bag , making a list of what I required (got an excuse to shop!) with brimming enthusiasm and than unpacking it with the least and not to mention even more for my mom who actually did the packing as I looked on!!


Still I can never forget whatever happened in the entire year that went by, these days that I spent with myself more than anybody else. No regrets, no emptiness.
I feel fulfilled as a person doing whatever I thought of, wished and longed for.
With this I am looking forward to the coming year. Adieu class 11 and cheers to 12!!