Reminiscence

Courtesy : Google Images The last 3 months of my life were invested with full dedication to unleash a few new chapters. And maybe that pain staking dedication has finally helped me out to be at peace today, when Bangalore is all drenched in heavy showers. And perhaps it is that peace which has let me pen down words, an all time favourite escape from the material. Am I scribbling anything special today? Anything intended to go viral? Well the answer is NO as well as a bit of YES. NO because whatever I am going to pen down today surrounds a quite common yet surreal and boring life, a life taken for granted . YES because I feel it is high time for us to grow beyond the barricades of the unreasonable acceptance. So buckle up for the ride is going to be way bumpy. TAPE 1 :  Courtesy : Google Images I am listening to “Lovely” by Billie Eilish from the web series 13 Reasons Why Season 2 , perhaps the sole reason for me to write down something subs

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)        Shahi Jeera (Cumin seeds) + Garam Masala + (Coriander + Turmeric + Red Chilli) powd

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