Bitz

Power – Why should I look at the sun to obtain light when I can get it right from your eyes? Heights of insomnia – Cobwebs in my eyes. Seasons – Just containing the temperature of all seasons in just 5’5’’. Storage capacity - My wishlist is very short that it requires not even 0.5 KB of your mind’s memory space. Killer – Music, dreams and imaginations can revive a person and also ruin a person. Call centre - Is there a toll free number for trouble shooting of my mind? At least one phone number in this world where one will be heard not advised or instructed. Communication – Both silence and speech couldn’t fetch me the answer. Water Therapy – When hard rocks can be softened to soft pebbles with the passage of river, is it difficult to soften your heart with my tears? Special offer - Where on earth will I get that “something more” upon no additional clause? Magic of time – Deafening uproar reduced to silence in my room and my heart.

East or West, Home is Best

As the wheels of the plane touched the ground, I felt that my home country shed tears of joy and happiness as a welcome gesture. Yes, it was raining heavily as I landed in India few days back. What a sense of relief it would be for us who have escaped from the scorching heat of Middle East just to take refuge for few days in the land of wet soil! The nostalgic smell of the wet sand, the dew drops from the green leaves, the fertile grass lands, the unruly traffic system, the sting of mosquitoes, the sound of temple bells, the traditionally dressed men and women were some of the few things that I had missed for a long time.

My last visit to India was nearly 2 years back and my daughters were hardly 4 years old then. They had very little memory about their last visit. So this visit is almost a wonder to them. They are identifying and learning everything with astonishment. It was so nice to watch my kids enjoy the rain and the wet sand after it stopped. I made the least effort to stop them from dancing with their bare feet outside the house. They were delighted over the newly obtained freedom. How bad of me for having denied them a close association with nature for a purpose of pursuing a career! Can money compensate the relief they will gain by playing outside uninterruptedly almost on all seasons of the year? Is it possible anywhere outside India to play outside the house throughout all seasons? I doubt though.

I was shocked when my daughters failed to identify a cow just because it was black in colour. It was because they had always seen cows on books and TV that were brown and white. They were very happy to see a real butterfly fluttering its colourful little wings merrily. They term mosquito, ant and related insects as “cockroach” since that is the only insect that they have seen. I was constantly worried about the mosquito bites that would attack on fresh blood and how my daughters who are finicky about every small injury would handle it. But they seem to be less bothered about such stuff than adults. I am glad that they have accepted everything about this place.

But one thing that is troubling me is that my daughters keep repeating that they miss Bahrain. Just like how I miss everything about India, they are missing something about Bahrain (though I feel that Bahrain is only a sophisticated prison for children). As children, they tend to forget things quicker. I only hope that we come back and settle down in this fertile country for good.

My Deep Dark Secrets

Impulsively Me http://impulsive-outpourings.blogspot.com had tagged me and hence am revealing few of my dark secrets.

I had failed in Maths and History when I was in class 3. I was not ashamed at all since I knew that it was because I missed classes for almost a month and a half due to typhoid.

I had flopped few elocution and dance competitions at school because of stage fear.

I was a very poor and slow eater.

I was interested in space science since childhood.

I had sacrificed my lunches that my Mother packed for school to birds and dogs that passed by.

I always wanted to learn playing guitar.

I was never interested in studies during my early childhood and had been angry over my elder sister who used to outperform everybody in her class.

I never knew how to handle kids until I had mine. In fact, I used to hate kids.

I get influenced easily but I will not easily get cheated.

I can be venomous to people whom I don’t like for reasons known only to me.

I don’t forget things easily.

Nobody can compete with me when it comes to determination. I am indeed strong willed and can overcome anything that I want.

I wish to tag Mohan Krishnamurthy http://leomohan.blogspot.com

If only I could create the world....

If world was my own creation,
you would be the only being existing;
and the whole universe would be painted with
nuances of love, joy and ecstasy.

I would change the whole ambience of the planet for you.
The colour of the sky would be transformed to a shade of your liking.
The flowers would bloom in the pattern that you decide.
The fruits would be created to fulfill your exclusive taste.

I would fill the air with the fragrance you would love.
I would treat your eyes with astounding landscapes.
I would stuff your ears with enchanting melodies.
I would feast your soul with blissful rhapsodies.

You would be the emperor, and I, the compliant apostle.
With a wave of your hand, I would appear before you.
I would convert myself to the form that you desire,
but I wish you to be just as you now are.

I want your sparkling eyes, entrancing voice,
endearing appearance and passionate strokes
in its pristine form
exactly like what I have seen and enjoyed.

Let me sing in joy on the newly obtained freedom
removing guilt and fear that would never arise.
Let us touch the horizons of life in unison
And enjoy the showers of peace and happiness.

Let us together engulf into the paradise of rapture,
into a world of seamless bliss and silence
by sharing those evocative glances again
that which only you and I understand.

Release those bejeweled expressions
that you have long hidden from me.
Remember, this is a world of solitude created for you;
explore the treasure you think I carry.

Oh dear! I am now all yours and you are all mine.
Surprise me with your tabloid manifestation.
Forget not that I am now your consort and not an archangel.
Let us remain everlastingly in this numinous state!

Dream Spell

Am I not the best architect in the world?
With strokes of my imagination and impulse
I drew a silhouette of the emperor of my heart
based on the symposium between my dreams and mind
and in commemoration of the endless vision I had of his’.
And one night, to my surprise, he appeared in front of my eyes
exactly the way I had professed him to be!
Yes, he emerged to be the finest quixotic metaphor.

I could perceive honesty in his gleaming eyes.
They exhibited the same love I had for him.
My unwary eyes that met his’ incessantly
implored for such lasting conventions.
His hands were as tender and genuine as I had thought.
He quickly sensed my pulsating feelings for him
And touched me with his caring hands
and drew me closer to him.

I remained calm – not an iota of paranoia.
I contained my bubbly desires
and waited for his lips to utter; and as expected
he surprised me with a bouquet of affable words.
I observed him speaking mellifluously to please me
He removed the encircling manacles of my mind instantly.
The movement of his lips was an antidote
to my garbled thoughts.

He held my hands as we walked miles and miles
Through the woods and towards the brook.
The pristine breeze and the silvery moon
were the only witnesses to the silent night we spent,
chatting about the little tales around the world.
He felt my tresses as he spoke those lovely stories
And led me to a world of enchantment.
He sang lullaby to me as I dozed in his caring shoulders.

The chirping of birds woke me up in the morning.
I saw myself lying on a bench close to the brook.
With a smile on my face, I woke up merrily. I turned around.
Where was he? My dream lover? Did he disappear?
I was at the brink of despair!
The conqueror of my hearts had vanished without a warning!
Perfidious, treacherous, betrayer is he
who instilled ephemeral thoughts in my mind and faded away!

Oh beloved! I had juvenile unfulfilled dreams that only you could fulfill.
Come on my dear! Let me hold your hands and play with your fingers.
Let me dissolve my insecure feelings by barely hugging you.
Let me dissipate my sorrows by looking at your idyllic face.
………But why should I discharge such asinine thoughts?
Aren’t you all mine? Don’t I have full control over you?
You exist and cease to exist at my will. You are my imagination.
And I am just a designer of my own dreams!!

Brutal Dreams

There were nights when my eyelids fought and refused to kiss each other. Last night, it appeared to me that their war was over. Without any fuss, they kissed each other tightly and led me soon to a dream world. My dream world yesterday involved all the elements and people whom I love. I was led to a huge mansion in the midst of scenic beauty. The house had all amenities that I would require. I was accompanied by so many people whose name and faces I hardly remember. I even wonder if I had ever met them in my life. But I was so comfortable with them and addressed them all with their first names. There was a golf course behind and I watched people playing there. I did not, in the first glance understand who they were but later on with a zoom lens camera somebody narrated who they all were. They were all people much closer to my heart and whom I have missed for quite some time now. I was happy to see them all. But for some reason, I was secretly watching them. I don’t understand why I was secretly observing them. Why didn’t I become a part of their play? Why didn’t I go and talk to them? Some force restricted me from going there. Why? Why? Why? Even my dreams don’t permit me to visit them! When I was under the impression that life is so cruel, my dreams are also equally ruthless and disappointing. It spoils the beginning of another day.

Dreams are never coherent. It has no sequence. It becomes a compilation of haphazard events of my life plucked from different stages of my life. Sometimes I meet people whom I would have met just once in my life and they will appear to be so friendly with me. Sometimes my close friends would seem to be very far away from me emotionally. But dreams are just dreams. It has not meaning to our virtual life. But they are bound to be brutal sometimes affecting our treasured feelings.

Tagged

This is the first time I am being tagged. I am glad that the questions put forth and pretty interesting. Here I begin -


* Last Movie You Saw In The Theater
What happens in Vegas

* Which Book(s) Are You Reading?
'Pilgrimage' by Paulo Coelho

* Favourite Board Game
Monopoly

* Favourite Smells
Smell of paint and petrol
Smell of jasmine flower

* Favourite Sound
Tinkle of glass
Jingle of bells

* Worst Feeling In The World
Poverty, old age and loneliness

* Favourite Fast Food Place
Burger King

* Finish This Statement: If I had a lot of money, I'd...
Deposit them in the name of my daughters.

* Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
I would love to.

* Storms - Cool or Scary?
Cool

* If you could dye your hair any colour, what would it be?
Burgundy

* Future Child's Name
Smriti, Srishti, Siddharth and lot more (But I already have 2 now)

* Do you drive fast?
No. I don’t drive fast.

* One nice thing about the person who sent this to you
Well, Padmaja is an embodiment of patience. She is a patient listener. She is a very honest person and also very generous. She can never carry ill feelings towards anybody. It is a nice feeling to have her as a friend. There are many more nice things about her which one can understand only when befriended.

* What's under your bed?
My mobile phone and books

* Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Yes and No. 'Yes' because I wish to retain the same characters and habits and 'No' because I want a change in my appearance.

* Morning person or night owl?
Night owl

* Over easy or Sunny side up?
Sunny side up

* Favourite place to relax
In a cottage somewhere close to a wonderful beach along with some cds and books.

* Favourite Pie
Apple Pie

* Favourite ice cream flavours
Butter Scotch and kulfi

* Of all the people you have tagged this to, who is most likely to respond first?
No idea. Most of my friends are busy and the only friend who responds very quickly is the one who has tagged me :)

I wish to tag Mohan Mohan

and Kunjubi Kunjubi