“I wish god had his gene of perfection at sex chromosome…
and he could pass it with ease to humanity :-P”
Yesterday i was going across the central park, i was jogging and breathing heavily… the lactic acid blocked the metabolism, but leaving the biology stuff behind, i was running, i was unable to feel my legs, the indignation i was having inside me was not letting me stop… i was running and till i came down to my knees in the park, i came to know that i had completed 13 rounds, i usually came everyday to jog 5 rounds. This was my limit… i couldn’t sprint more than that! I fell down on the ground…
It was 4.30
And soon the tears i shed like a little kid mingled in the dew and sweat. I pulled myself up and it was not only against the ground…suddenly a flash light penetrated into my eye. I took two steps aside and there was no light, nothing! I again came to the same place, taking back two steps…
And again, that same light. I wiped the tears and then i just wanted to see the source, from where this light was coming… i moved in that particular path… the intensity increased as i moved towards the source and this was quite maddening but still the curiosity pulled me closer and closer, it was a red book, lying on the bench, i couldn’t see it completely, what was written on its cover, all i could see in that was some words written on one of the page, they were shining! My heart was pounding at fever pitch!
“The world needs you”
As i touched the words, something queer happened…I was guzzled into the book. I didn’t even get the time to be wonder struck, or shriek out!
In the dream, I was told, by a white serenity, innocent face with an angelic smile that I had a purpose, in fact two…
As i woke up from a deep slumber, i discovered myself on the footsteps of a strange building,
I perceived the scenario like if I was dropped from sky, then i remembered i seriously was a kind of…
I just stood up, and the steps spoke ” Hello dear, how are you”… It was so so haunting! like you came somewhere you never have been, and What the hell! now even steps talk!!! I fell down from the steps, i reached the floor with my enlarged pupils! I was trembling and suddenly the floor asked – “are you fine!” I was stuck in this strange horrible place. I looked around and found creatures to be talking with non living things and with each other…
Would I get to know my two purposes???
Would I understand this world???
Would i make a win through this fuss…
Read in the next part.
To be continued…
Hold you up by Shane Harper (God’s not dead)
Not from a very much voted movie ‘God’s not dead’, but i loved the meaning of the song… the lyrics are quite enchanting and godly. Here is one para –
” The world is so broken and sometimes it leaves you cold.
And at times you can’t feel the fire to guide you home.
The demons will haunt you and try to steal what you know.
But the angels, they brought you, and they’re gonna hold you up.
They’re gonna hold you up.
They’re gonna hold you up.
They’re gonna hold you up.”
I think this is the song that always makes me realize that i am not alone. God treads along my way, inside me. Shane harper sung it with the dip of feelings. I do believe that when a song has both meaning and feelings… it eventually will make it to the top. Well its not about the voting, but some times about your choice and your opinion too. So, i loved the movie too.
So friends i advise you to give it once a chance, lend your ears to it.
Never say never – Justin Bieber ( The Karate kid)
Great song, great movie… One of the songs when Justin started his performances as a professional. This song is one of the most inspirational songs i have ever listened to. I mean the voice modulation, the lyrics, the whole song…
Here are some lines from it.
“See I never thought that I could walk through fire
I never thought that I could take the burn
I never had the strength to take it higher
Until I reached the point of no return
And there’s just no turning back
When your heart’s under attack
Gonna give everything I have
It’s my destiny
I will never say never! (I will fight)
I will fight till forever! (make it right)
Whenever you knock me down
I will not stay on the ground
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up up up
And never say never”
Every person, in his life go through deep pits of frustration and sometimes scars too. This song forever reminds me that i do not have to quit. I have to live it up to the moment. I can do it, I can. And that’s the reason why this song holds position no.2 in my life.
A Thousand Years by Christina Perri
What to say about this song! I mean it is the best song in the world of romance! it takes you somewhere, where the memories of your loved one lingers and all you can see around is love… just love.
I know most of you people have heard it before 🙂 still here are some lines to relive its lyrics…
“Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more”
I mean if i did not had to keep this short, i would have posted the whole song!
I can write all kinds of stuff.
But my focus is mainly on these 3 – ‘Inspiration, philosophy and above all – Love’
Because love is something every one can feel, and if someone can’t, he wishes to.
This song has described the love and pain with so much beauty that it will leave you spell bound!
This has always given me new meanings and redefined still the same – Love!
A love that can stay against the tides of time… years, thousand years, and thousand more… 🙂
And if you find out new good things from a single song every time you hear it, it doesn’t only prove that you are a great listener and a thoughtful person, it also prove that the song has the quality to make you so.
The song leads me to go deeper in the phenomena of ‘ romantics ‘ and to write about the profound love writing has ever tasted!
This is why it stays at the top…
Listen to it once, because it only need once your ears to make you its own.
Have a good day friends… keep smiling! 🙂
I don’t know how bigger,
Is your room…
But I am sure,
Mine is bigger 🙂
Seems like I am boasting?
Have a look… at my room
“Carrying a pillow in one hand,
And lifting other under the head,
I go everyday to my room,
Take a breath on my bed
Rising sciences revolve around my room…
it enlightens in the gloom,
And ‘ some points ‘ die in it
But still the room, never faces the doom
My room is what lovers relate themselves to…
And some to their fate too
Many glance for help at my room
when in pieces they are broken into.
I see it full of crowd,
And still it soothes itself and me,
In this world, i talk to another,
how flawless and magically interact we!
You have a room you want to live in,
I go everyday and live moments ‘ under ‘ it
It leaves me spell bound…how vast it is…
So much beauty and wonders it carry within…
My room is boundless,
full of stars,
A moon it holds,
It is Beautifully bizarre!
It calms me down,
When i am tense so high!
And sometimes when I can’t even walk
It give me wings, inspire to fly…
My room is bigger, (well its ours 🙂 )
And now you got why…
I lay down everyday under it.
The Splendid soulful ‘ sky ‘ 🙂“
My room is my sky dear friends, together we have a great time.
Some times we let the silence speak for feelings… and other times we unfold our mysteries.
It is crowded with stars, but unlike us, it is not irritated like we are…
It hugs and with open arms invite more stars, holds the planets and teach me to love all… apart of frustrations and negativities.
Learn from nature, the universe, the sky – our room 🙂
Why would a writer mind,
To unlock And express his mind…
Every smile, his progress a mile,
Or all the nights, he cries and dies
Just the smoke, he sees his victory behind,
Is if what he feels, to the ink can he bind…
And if he can explore the exact universe that he carries within,
The world of hearts, with a pen can he win!
But it costs a brain!
It pays devotion of a pristine heart.
It takes a real writer to print down the exact state of his senses …
I have seen people talking in old days like –
‘This is the time, God should just call me to himself…’
They hate to reach the age of second childhood and loose pants!
I don’t know if i am gonna suffer in those days of my life.
But this has never been my theory…
I want to live on my words
‘I want to listen what pain has to say
With every happiness i wanna sway,
I am just a lucky source to this journey,
Let this life proceed its way…’
And i want to make you friends and readers think for once…
That, whole life,
we try to make children smile,
And when we’ll get old,
We’ll have to make no amendments to make them smile and laugh…
even our little stupidities would do the job!
Aim is still the same, but it needs a genius to understand the flow of life towards it…
So, don’t sneeze out any part of life,
Be that genius,
Be thankful… 🙂
A tree so silent,
Could never this imagine
how much is it genuine,
A furious storm would examine…
Stomping like death,
towards tree that was a world,
Storm didn’t cease to stop,
until its people- the leaves, started to swirl…
Now the people, tense!
As death stamped its sentence,
In shadow of death did thousands
Of people clasped to the branching,
But a few weren’t frantic,
And did not stop the dancing…
Soon the storms stepped
into the arena of comfort,
Materialized a mighty miracle
And the storm stopped to hurt…
All again was peace…
after disaster dissolved,
But only few leaves kept the nerves,
And mystery of life they solved!
Many died in false fears,
they stepped in, lived and died…
And those mere leaves that stayed,
lived a life long of pride…
Those few stout-hearted,
served as exceptions…
Fearless and unique, they were
‘Odds to Conceptions…’
Yay!! After a lot of effort and hard work.
I am able to pull the top to my side!
I won the blogging challenge 101 🙂
in a cute sense of fear of a strict teacher, I ran like a chick into my class,
As soon as the bell rang, I tried to be the first one to step out of the school.
Dude, believe me I ran faster than Usain Bolt that time… :-p
How I carved those desks, sitting alone, watching like nobody is watching me and then writing the name of my crush and then tried to erase it completely so that no Byomkesh Bakshi can even doubt my hand writing !!
Passing smile at each other radiated the top secrets and eyes that spoke so much!
Every thing had the exact pleasure, i wanted
It was all about joy and friendship…
Alas! I can’t pull the rope again…
I have lost the tug of war against time
I wish I had a time machine!
These are the kind of words, the stuff I heard from my fellow guys and girls.
Yes, they would put to words, those dazzling moments the same way.
I have never been one of such personalities. I too have missed my friends, have written the memories on the page of life with the ink of friendship. Such memories that if i begin to spell, would make it to days…
But still, that’s not all i can think of and write about when i sneak into the scent of those mesmerizing days…
Rather than friends and fun only,
I always have and forever will…miss the vibes that kissed my very being the first day i put my first feat to that beautiful building, my school.
The way, we friends shared the food
And sometimes, those little stealings from the lunch box that contributed so much to the innocence phenomena…
But soon, the tables we joined to come closer to friends, to converge with them, to enjoy the meal…turned to the disfigured wood mangled with the compasses and sharp pencils that reflected our secrets!
I can sense the pain of those whooping desks…
Oh! those classroom walls…
Full of charts and hey! there hung my chart, that one of the walls did hold when i won my first chart making competition.
But as the time passed, the walls were stamped by the dirty shoes.
I can perceive the tears it shed.
What to say about the playgrounds!
Where our egos burst screaming! when they saw us lending hands to our oppositions and friends.
This way, we fed the white spirits in us with the delicious meal of sportsmanship.
Time has been growing and,
It has been
And i still, when pass by my school or come closer to that area, get goosebumps!
And then that overwhelming brimming out feeling again! when i put my first step into that building again.
It feels like it has its own cosmos, it hugs me with all the affection it can afford. I go to my classroom again like that kid Usain Bolt with the same spilling out enthusiasm and excitement!
I reach my classroom breathing heavily and read the label stuck to the wall ’10th A1′ and smile… 🙂
It was none less than a child that runs for his chocolate and never gets tired.
I enter and see, the blackboard that prepared me for life! the The chalk box, my teacher’s cupboard, the podium where my nervousness magically centrifugated to the confidence i earned after the first speech i gave… those desks, the same wall.
An impulse in me was finally cherished…
Full of tears,
Once again as i was sent to school the first day,
Slowly sat on the desks,
I lent my ear to it and it spoke to me my childhood.
“Oye aaj tu kya laaya hai?” (What did u bring today in lunch box)
“Aaj mamma ne ye bheja hai” (today mom sent this)
“Yaar ye to meri favourite sabzi hai (hey this is favourite meal)
“Kamine thoda kam kha” (You dog! eat less :-p )
“Baaki sabko milega par tujhe ni dunga ( All others will get some meal, except you )
All those voices it kept within it, it just transmitted into me and brought to me an immense happiness!
Then, i hug that wall.
Sometimes, it is damn cold!
But it has a warmth that has given life to my days…everything I crave for!
I come to my playground, turned around, imagine all those scenes playing like an emotional movie in my head…and i breathe in the vicinity…
I mean, my school was – A home away from home.
It has made me realize that there is nothing more beautiful than childhood and essence…
Essence is the mother of all memories… 🙂
They are rare that miss the ‘school’,
others just missed it…
So people must think, when they say they miss their school.
Because most of them miss their peers….
So which of the two,
Do you miss often…
The classmates, the school, or both?