Aperture to the 2014 odyssey!

The end is only imaginary, a destination invented to keep going. 2013 fleets through its final leg, ready to close some doors and at the same time , ready to embrace in its fold , the opening of new aperture's to a new odyssey of 2014.  

A year , where I did Nothing and therefore had no time to do Anything ! 

The Nothing , had its highlights. A furlough with Dimpy and Abhi at Punjab, the diversity of our day and night visit in radiance and energy , of the Golden Temple mesmerized us. The desh prem , the mera bharat mahan , vigor at Wagah border blew Us away. The highlight ofcourse was going for a short spin on a Army Tanker , getting inside the nucleus becoming a Gunner .

A weekend at Dukes Retreat , Khandala for the most chillaxed weekend with Chanti.

A magical evening at Maheswar with Subhro, Vani and Anuj, 

A carefree visit to Daman with Jeetesh and Haroon.

The expressive continual communication of Watsapp and Facebook.

Through all this were the regular visits to Orissa, Delhi, Indore, Alibag.  Ruchi buying her dream car Mercedes panroof C 220 , Deia being the busy bee and Inder , the lazed one.Mom being her spiritual self. The presence of Utarakhand mayhem notwithstanding, Dad hearbroken that Cyclone Phailin uprooted every plant at his farmhouse .Not to forget , ITS begun..... my friends kids are getting married ...aiyyaaaaa . And lastly , the masti at home ground which included family n friends visiting us from all over ,how in the heavens name was i to find time to do Anything? 

Well..... I am not Normal. I don't want to be. I don't pretend to be. I am me ! Dare to be Yourself. There are people in your life whom you unknowingly inspire simply by being you .

Keep the curiosity of the child alive. Laugh until your belly hurts and then just a little bit more. Dance without reticence. Love without inhibition. Live life. 

The perfect amalgamation of 2013 & 2014 is the following line .......Hope is the ability to hear the music of the future. Faith is having the courage to dance to it today . 

 

Catch twenty two ......

If love conquers all , then why is it that all the hurt hurled is not conqured  ???

If love, respect and trust is integral part of a relationship , then how can one forget that and begin a blame game???

If one belives that the other person is most hateful , what is it that still pushes them to wanting the same person ????

Is it Love Actually ....... that continues to accomodate , to give , to hurt , to blame ......

Is it Hate Actually ....... that cannot stop from loving ....

What is that , which truly binds a relationship ..... that is beyond explanations .....

Rendezvous!

I Have a Rendezvous with Death, Alan Seeger (22 June 1888 – 4 July 1916)

 

I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

 

"Invictus" is a short victorian poem , William E Henley  (1849–1903).

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Wonder who penned these ...... TIME , a perspective !

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing.
But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply:
It is time to get drunk!

 

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone,ever.
The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamily self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.
We become ourselves beneath the running thoughts and dim images, wondering idly when we'll die.
This is how we live and think whether we know it or not.
These are the unsorted thoughts we have looking out the train window, small dull smears of meditative panic.
Clocks slay time
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels
Only when the clock stops does time come to life.

In life, we all have -
An unspeakable secret,
An irreversible regret,
An unkept promise,
An unheard request,
An irreplaceable loss,
An unreachable dream,
& an unforgettable first LOVE ,
Still, life is about being happy anyhow :))))

A Los Amigos, J L Borges

Beautifully written lines .....

 

I cannot give you solutions to all life's problems,
Nor do I have answers to your doubts or fears
But I can listen to you and share it with you
I cannot change neither your past nor your future.
But when you need me I'll be by your side.
I cannot prevent you from stumbling
I can only offer you my hand to hold on to you so you won't fall.
Your joys, your victories, your successes are not mine.
But I truly enjoy it when I see you happy.
I do not judge the decisions you take in life.
I constrain myself to support you, to stimulate and to help you if you ask me to.
I cannot draw limits for you within which you must act,
But I can offer you the space needed to grow.
I cannot avert your sufferings when some pain is breaking your heart.
But I can cry with you and pick up the pieces to armour it again.
I cannot tell you who you are, nor who you should be.
I can only love you as you are and be your friend.
These days, I have been thinking about my friends, amongst whom you appeared.
You were neither on top, nor at the bottom, nor in the middle.
You were not heading nor concluding the list.
You were not the first number, nor the last.
And neither do I pretend to be the first, the second, or the third on your list.
It's enough if you want me as a friend.
Thank you for being one.