A Sunny Morning

Talent plays a vital role in shaping life but will-power is another powerful component that helps an individual draw the best in him/her. Both talent and will-power develop by means of continuous effort. Each moment of life brings forth a variety of choices or options before an individual. In life’s journey every individual has some freedom to make a conscious choice. And his choices determine his/her worth in the long run. When someone is insightful & perceptive to the fundamental principles of morality, he/she spontaneously draws a deeper respect from his fellow human beings and achieves greater influence as an agent of social change.

Anna Hazare can be a recent example of such will-power that blends with morality and capably demonstrates the deep influences of morality on general consciousness of present society. Apart from Anna, if the teaching community, who works in schools and colleges, devotes a little effort to instill a general sense of morality among the learners, then within 15 years, the society will see a sunny morning of general happiness.

I am an unfathomable enormous vacuum

Writer- a person who transforms caffeine into books! They need caffeine that is measurable in cups/mugs and their books are measurable in volumes…….

And I am an unfathomable enormous vacuum, always sharing some empty words and consuming the readers’ time.

I was silent and out of the world scene but now I appear once again with my vast emptiness to embrace the world and see how my emptiness pervades all.

Ignoring me is never a rescue. I am a ghost and will haunt you so long as you run the FACEBOOK FEVER.

Standing before the caved in Jeypore(Koraput) Palace.

While sipping tea at a tea-stall opposite to the recently collapsed imperial entrance (Smiha Dwara) of Jeypore palace of Nanda dynasty I reconfirmed my belief in the eternal truth- NOTHING IS PERMANENT IN THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING SHALL PASS AWAY………

The tea was hot and steaming. But I had forgotten to sip it. My heart was steaming with a burning emptiness. And it was because the collapse was before time & could have been averted.

6 years back, in 2006, I had landed the place with a metal trunk to join in the teaching job in a college. And thenceforth a new relation was formed with this enchanting place. I remember how, for the first time, when I viewed the dilapidated palace, I was completely awe struck. And how magically the characters of the past became alive in my imagination and I could feel as if I was standing under the imperial sun of the Kings and queens. But now I see those feelings & structure crumbling down and the earth engulfing it.

……..Holding my tea cup I realized that by the time my one half year old son grows up to understand the historical importance of the palace and the rich heritage of the place I may not be able to show him the decipherable remnants of the princely palace. Therefore, I have made this post with some photographs so that at least he (my son) may feel proud that his father had witnessed the last stand of this imperial structure……….

“I love you so much my dear son but I am not a good daddy. Because I could not preserve that brilliant flash of the brick & mortar made royal palace for you. Alas! For my insincerity I apologize to my posterity and at the same time I hope & dream that when the GenX (generation next) come to my age, they shall never repeat such mistake what I have made & repent for.”    

RED LINE

Green colored leaves and pink flowers and under them, we stand. The evening setting sun had smeared the sky with some crimson. And we two looked at the same direction, completely lost in our own thoughts. The breeze waved our hair and the loose corners of the clothes.

A togetherness of six years with each other had given the necessary understanding to understand each one's silence and we could read the meaning of the movement of each one’s eyes. Now she turned her face towards me. She looked into my eyes and I into her and felt that the time that we had enjoyed together make a golden period of our lives.

She hugged me and showed a line on her palm and smilingly told, “This line will take me overseas. I am destined to move half of the globe.”  I held her palms and kissed her.

In the next few months, she married a manager of a multinational financial institute, and, as she believed, that line on her palm took her beyond the seas.

Now I stood alone where once we used to stand together and I looked into my palm but I could not find such a line on it. I missed that line; I missed her too. I missed her hands, her lips, her smiles and her dreamy imagination to go abroad.

The sun was about to set in the west. The birds returned their nest. The approaching night enveloped the earth in darkness and I returned to my rented room. I lay down on the bed and could see how that line took her far away and now it turns out to be a RED LINE for me-a reminder not to cross it in any case because she is not mine.

80 kilometers to Koraput

The gods live in the sky and peep at us through the clouds-such is the widely-held belief of the people who live in a country like India. I am no more an exception. I also look skyward when I feel myself reconnecting with some invisible power that we give the name GOD.

Gazing at the sky I forget my tiny height and my limitations. I expand my hands and close my eyes breathing in some fresh air of godliness to simply remain as a sensible human being in a world that always pulls you, grabs you, and blows you apart. The sky gives me the balance, the poise to live my life. And in night we can also point at the distant stars giving them the names of whom we loved so much and are no more with us. This is relation among the sky, the stars and the man who stands on the earth but looks upward into the sky.

That day I was commuting on a friend’s new bike from a considerable distance. I had already ridden the bike for 8 hours and I had still another four hours’ journey. This biking-journey was kept secret from my family because the route, which I had to pass through, was infamous for Naxal violence. And my family members would never have allowed me to undertake such a journey alone. But at the age of 35, the whims of a teen-ager are not totally dead. And I drove ahead in the speed range of 50 to 80kmph without any care for the risks involved in such a journey.

It was the month of rain and thick clouds were chasing me. They were my companion and now I climbed a steep ghat road. I scaled a considerable height and I found myself talking to the clouds. From the top of the mountain I looked downward like God and saw great patches of green paddy fields and tiny houses all looking like small segments of lines. I was overjoyed. I stopped my bike. A misty rain was spraying all over. I stood on a rock and from that height I embraced the beautiful view with my gaze. I blessed the beautiful earth. And I felt that I am amply rewarded for undertaking the secret and adventurous journey all alone.

I thanked the beautiful place and crossed the milestone that said: 80 kilometers to Koraput.