Reminiscence

More than 4 billion years ago, when the 3rd farthest planet from Sun came into existence, so did I. Eons later life took its first leap in the cradles of my shadow. I was termed the elixir - the only means of existence for the far reaching flora and fauna. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my elixir in the midst of this give and only give business. Today, I am on the brink of extinction and I question all the beings..Will there be a realization sooner enough to save me from fading away? Water..... As we know it, is a life long companion, right from the birth till the final sip of death. Water in terms of Hydrosphere covers a lion share of the earth's area in different forms, out of which the purposeful drinking water holds a smaller percentage. Well I can munch lines by lines to describe water but I think whoever reading this will be like, "Say something new!!!". So its better for me to write something which you might be too ignorant to be aware of. " W...

Bags packed, all checked, time to go Destination is unknown though lesser stoic I term it reclusion, a night's mutual friend Meeting point for the life's unending aysmptote As the wheels take on the road So does my memories negative unravel Each one ending on a higher note to other Darkening away in the fireflies' dazzle But these flickers are meant to flick only once Coz I m on a roller coaster of no return Tearing away pages as the book reveals Leaving behind me with me at the final turn Yet the road falls prey to incoming distractions Bound to jerk to every breaker, to every pothole A fresh nectar for a pain staking memory A mirage of dreams out of control My heart says give it a chance, let it breathe Let it fly, it has a purpose to fulfill It’s the same old ditch, so does the mind beseech Crush it before darkness takes a refill And just keep on moving with a hope of redemption To a place I call reclusion

You are born when feelings tend to take off wings You emerge when silence can speak no longer You are an answer to a stoic's stings Or poem of a poet's drowsy ponder You are the base behind every inception.. You are a vector to thoughts in cacophony You are a picture, weighing thousands in number A spring to a withering winter's monotony You are a treasure of events time immemorial And for the ones awaiting embrace You are a path from existence to inventions Or a journey to Juliet's fervor grace You can be used and misused You are a power when spoken wisely You are a hatred when left bruised A sort of nectar to a listener's dismay You still shine through years of tarnish And continue to be the mankind's profess You are the empath waiting to ink When the dreary eyes can no longer confess

As I crawl on walls and the dreary plains I seek for the colour, I may fit in And as I move the craving limbs The desire of a new touch increases ten folds The oppressed body scouts for escape And live for a time in disguise Finds redemption in a camouflage drape Or call it refuge, the nature's voice On the way I find a stone so subtle So strong and yet so calm I find peace, I assume love Painting life canvas in his colour Patience demands time for things to click But the high state energy prevails Talks and laughter resonates in a flick Impatience for love leaves no trail Up and down path turns into a glitch So shorter was the plight of love I find no love, the stone retaliates Leave my colour as it’s all stoned Reality strikes in no time Darkness embraces an innocent blither A few disguise to put in rhyme The escape ends as the infatuate wither The discharge time is too low So the chameleon in me still crawls “But till when?” does the mind spe...

Recollecting the golden days when I enjoyed every festival at home, I remember savouring combinational dishes in veg and non-veg. Well such festivals can only be realised now during get together moments. Such a moment took place on 2 nd April 2017 as Sourav was at Bangalore and Ankit being my flatmate, a perfect vegan: non-vegan ratio; so was the time to cook in equal proportion. So without further ado, here come the recipes of Aloo Mutter Paneer and Chicken roast. Disclaimer: The recipes mentioned below do not hold any patents and are a piece of inspirations collected over electronic media Mutter Paneer: The ingredients “to-rely-upon” are as follows:        200 gm Paneer       100 gm frozen peas (or fresh ones would do)        3-4 finely chopped potatoes.       Ginger-garlic paste + Bay leaves (Tejpata)       Grated onions + Grated tomatoes (to add the required thickness)  ...

12 th March 2017...this is just another usual day. Some people can call it a sleepy Sunday; for some it is a working day and to many in India it marks the initiation of Holi, the festival of colours. But for me this day brings much more in the form of thoughts that cease to exist in this busy-busy life. These thoughts mostly surround the life of a child who “lost his spring” even before he was allowed to do so. A child, who came into this world in rags and destined to leave the world in same; a child, who played with rocks, sand and fire instead of toys; a child, whose sole purpose was to win bread from the leftovers for his family of 6. While running towards maturity at a tender age, one day the child forgets his way to home; he is lost. The untouched born entity now becomes bait for the world to consume. There are quite a many but repetitive paths that he might fall into. The well known among them is “ Child trafficking ”. Courtesy: Google images Lost his way, the child ...

5 th March 2017....Oh yeah you just came to an end on a happy note! A Sunday dedicated to food wrapped around in steak burger and chicken sizzler while being dipped in a refreshing essence of Sangria. Such fresh food experiences bring back memories of the old ones thereby pumping in energy to scribble them down. So here it goes.... Wake up early in the morning...Search for the best market place to buy fresh vegetables...make sure to get fresh carrots..Particularly the red ones...1.5 kg is at least a must in quantity...make sure you are ready with the co-actors which includes sugar, 750 ml of milk, khoya or condensed milk and of course the usual seasoning stuffs. Oh boy! It’s time to cook “Gajar Ka Halwa” This time I won’t start with the usual ingredients list (because I have already mentioned them above) because I want them to appear one by one as the movie rolls over. Longest and toughest part of the movie First, clean the carrots out of dirt and peel off their ski...