Monday, August 29, 2016


There’s something special about poetry. I just wrote one. And I realize it’s a story into making.However,when I opened up my ‘Poetry’ tagged posts, I notice that each one of them has a life.Each line, each word in all the poems that I’ve written breathes, and reach and scratch the rusted parts of my heart.
Image result for poetryNot all of them ,of course, are my own stories, even if they have been written in first person. But I time-travel whenever I read one. I’m currently in my own nostalgia-blanket, recalling all the situations and stories that had made it so easy to draft such lines.
Having been lagging when it comes to writing these days,these poems also make me ponder whether I’m no longer creative. But then again I realize that poetry is not just a piece of writing.It has its own flow and own feelings,which a normal story cannot be converted into.

I fail to understand poems which are written by others and somewhere I believe it’s a writer’s ingenuity that he can hide his life in such intricacy of words-subtle yet so beautiful.

Friday, August 26, 2016

A Happy Janmashtmi! :D

Janmashtmi is one of those festivals on which I’ve fasted ever since I remember. But it used to be a lenient type of fasting as mom wouldn’t let me do the ‘nirjal’ vrat,or,never had I thought of doing it.Till 2014,Janmashtmi for me was a festival and fasting was something that was ardently followed. We used to visit the temple,worship and break the fast the next day.

2014 introduced me to Mahabharat-a TV series being telecasted on StarPlus. Never before  had I been a fan of mythology. But somehow this TV series, because of the cinemetography and its characters caught my attention and I used to ardently follow it.And this is how I fell in love with Krishna.Most of the episodes used to end with ‘Krishna Seekh’ and I could connect each of them to my life.And all this seemed to be realistic. Mahabharata turned out to be much more than mythology for me.I particularly adored Krishna-Subhadra and Krishna-Draupadi relationship. Such profundity in the bond! Ever since childhood,I always missed having a brother-especially during Rakshabandhan :P.After watching Krishna-Subhadra,I started imagining myself at her place.And that’s how our bond(from my side:P) grew stronger.

There have been instances when I have been smacked by circumstances and I’ve taken abode in his words.That’s his power according to me.Divine Lord!
This year,just some hours before Janmashhtmi,I was reading about it.I got to know about the two categories of fast that people observe.One,Nirjal Vrat in which one does not consume even water and the other in which people consume milk and fruits.I thought I would observe the Nirjal Vrat this time.It was just out of sheer devotion for him.Next morning,while I was thinking about the decision I’d made,it tensed me to the core.I’m not the one who can stay hungry all day.And never before I’d done even the second category of fast.It was then that I had a silent conversation with God asking mercy in case I couldn’t be fair with my resolution.

Except for a slight headache, which is sometimes the case during usual days too,there wasn’t much difference I found.At around 7,we went to the temple,worshipped him,saw little kids dressed up as Krishna and Radha and the cultural programs being hosted there.

It is said that fasting is all about controlling yourself.It is meant to test your will power too.It so happened that among many of us who went to the temple,I was the lone who had decided not to eat.So they decided to have Dosas from a very famous dosa center,which is my favorite place.I was tempted to the core.So much so that I thought of getting it parceled and eating it as my break-fast at 12 am.However,at that moment another friend called and asked if any of us was fasting so that he gets a company at 12-the time when we end our fast.I was so elated.We invited him to our place and over the call,decided that we would have rice and daal.

It was almost 11.And yet,I was feeling energetic. Not once I could feel that I was fasting.For others it might be normal,for me I consider it a blessing of strength bestowed. It was then I thought that if I could observe a day long fast,why not make it even more special?The guy was at our place at 11 with a delicious sweet that he’d made.(His girlfriend loves Krishna too :P).I thought of making Puri-Bhaji that we’d offer to God along with the sweet that he’d made.Once the Puris were all made,thinking that they’d be less for all 4 of us,I cooked rice. Once the rice was made,I felt something was missing and that if we’d made all this,why not make it a complete meal for Lord.That added Papad and Sabudana fryms.And finally,banana-milk-sugar mixture.So that was the best offering we could make for my Krishna! :D

And now comes the most shocking part :As I have mentioned above,my mom would never let me do the Nirjal vrat.And I didn’t want her to know that I was observing an absolute fast.So like any other person would do,I lied to her when she asked me whether I had something to eat and drink. I told her that I had fruits and milk and even then I had to hear her yell at me.
Last night,I had whatsapp-ed the images of the food we had prepared and on call I told her how fun it was.How we played the tune of Shell(which symbolizes good),how I kept the windows open after offering the delicacies to Lord so that it is easier for him to enter and have that and how we ended our fast.Just then,in a very serious voice she asked me,
‘You didn’t even have water?’.
I was dumbstruck at this moment.I could have never imagined that question being popped up.Because I don’t think that mom would have thought about it.
I tried diverting the topic of discussion but she asked that to me again.

Now,I couldn’t lie.I told her the truth.She scolded me for a minute or two because I know how much she loves and cares for me and my health but I could sense a feeling of pride for me in her voice.And listening to the celebration,she was so happy!

I wonder how moms are so wonderful! How do they get to know without even a subtle hint.Then I thought of all the possible sources via which she would have gotten a hint.But no! I had even lied to my best friend. Neither did my sister know about it.How is that even possible?

All day I was wondering about the same.At the end,I conclude that Moms are Super Humans! :D