Four and a half minutes

I was sitting with them, five of them, giggling, and happy faces. With A joint in one hand and a cup of tea in another, He passed it on to her and she passed it further. A large cloud of smoke gathered around our faces. We were struggling to look at each other’s faces. A couple of minutes passed by, and the, now partially smoked-up stick came to my hand. I hadn’t done this before, and I thought for a moment before taking it in my hand.  They looked at my scared face, my skeptical thought, which were evident from my expression, and looked down indifferently. She took it from my hand and breathed a puff again, as if, to teach me how to take it. She took it in inhaled it for a long time with her eyes closed, face angled upwards, enjoying whatever pleasure it gave her. I observed her delicate fingers holding the joint like she was a pro! As the smoke came out of her mouth, she opened her eyes slowly; she looked like an angel, until I looked in her eyes, which were the complete opposite. She looked at ease, her expression serene, she looked like a devil at peace. An ironical appearance! She held it out again at me and by then, I made up my mind, I want to have this little stick and see what it does to create such a beautiful devil sitting in front of me. 

I took it in my hand, held it with two fingers and y thumb, and put the and in my mouth. It was wet with moisture. I breathe the thing in, surprisingly, I did not cough my lungs out, but the strong thing hit my nose and throat badly. The smoke went in my esophagus, and I could feel every bit of smoke going in my system. I kept it in for a second as I was told, closed my eyes like my friend did, and took out all the smoke. Nothing! It did not do anything with my head, contradictory to what I was told. I was tempted, why? I tried once more, and more, and more. A cloud of smoke formed in front of me, all I could see were their faces, retrospecting, looking at me. I got up, ting-ting, I heard two droplets of water, loud enough, I looked around, felt the breeze, the leaves swaying in the air. I saw the colorful autumn leaves; I felt the breeze ruffling my hair, whispering in my ear, welcoming me. 

Everybody was chatting; they were happy, soothing expression. I took a step forward, ting, I heard again. I saw the red ant trying to climb on my leg and I tried to brush it off, ting, I look around to find, its not raining, no water source, nothing. I ignore the sound and spread my arms, as wide as I can; to capture the cool breeze in my body. I stretched my legs as far as I could and turned around, ting- ting- ting, I could hear in the rhythm of my feet, accompanied by the leaves, some of them falling from the tree, blowing away, branched cracking, hisses of some animal, snake maybe, dogs barking far away and birds chirping away to glory. In some time, the droplets increased, their frequency, its beat, everything. I could feel like I was in a crowded place with people walking. The droplets with higher notes ting-ting, with lower notes, ting-ting. People walking around, I could feel the disturbance in the continuous flow of wind. I dint want to open my eyes for I enjoyed what I felt. People walked and the droplets increased, I could feel them walking past me, ting-ting-ting-ting. Slowly and gradually, the droplets formed a tune, accompanied by an orchestra. A tune, ting- ting, played by the droplets, by the people around me, by them walking past, carrying out their regular life. It increased pace, I was swaying with it, my entire body loose, I was dancing, adding my own sound of droplets to the tune.

I twisted, turned, swayed, spread my hands. The tune got faster and faster. The frequency went higher and my body loosened up more and more. The birds, snails, crows, leaves, all added to the tune. The droplets became deeper, and whooooosh, it all started fading out. As if, the people were dispersing, the chirping birds flew afar, but the breeze was still felt, the hisses, the dogs, all still there. All that bothered me was, my droplets disappeared, and the people weren’t there anymore. I couldn’t sense any movement anymore; I put my hands down and slowly opened my eyes, the cloud of smoke still there. SHE was still there. I saw her curly hair enjoying the soft breeze the same way my entire body was. Her eyes sparkling in my direction. Smoking up in glory. I looked down at my watch, it was four and a half minutes since I held the little white stick in my hand, and I felt like I lived my entire life in those four and a half minutes. I looked at the angel sitting in front of me, thought the Smokey cloud, and smiled!

Movie Review- Date Night(2010)

The fosters are a regular family living in New Jersey, who follow the ritual of going on a date, once a week. Tina Fey (Claire Foster) and Steve Carell (Phill Foster) become vulnerable on learning about their best friends divorce and jump up to spice their married life before they go down too.

On the 'date night', Phill wants to create the night special, so rather than going to their regular restaurant, he decides to take Claire to a classy restaurant in New York. A different night is what Phill wanted, and thats exactly what he got by stealing someone else's reservation. With the clinking of empty wine glasses, mishaps begin to happen, and what happens later adds onto a riot of laughter. A normal boring couple with a regular life come face to face with the dark side of clubs and politics. How they get out of this, is a roller coaster ride.

Little insights of the life of a married couple- The technologically challenged wife and 'women-deaf' husband, would make any normal couple relate immensely.

Fans of Mila Kunis wont be disappointed about anything but her little screen timing. Those who have always seen Leighton Meeser as 'Blair Waldorf' will see her in a different role.

Weaving the story- Great!
Acting- Perfectly in the role
Pace of the movie- Couldnt be better
Humour- Quick and witty
Would i want to watch it again?- Hell, YES!  

Voting- An occasion to cherish

Waiting for the right age to do things that make you happy is one rule, most of us break. From driving
vehicles to trying your first cocktail- it was just so tedious to wait to ‘officially’ do it. Infact, some term
18 years as not being an adult, but as ‘legal to drive’ age. Out of all these, there are some people, who
actually do look forward to being 18, to be officially considered as a responsible citizen of the country.
Voting is one right given to us, for the development of our country, and everybody should religiously
exercise it.

Out of all these people waiting to vote, I, inspite of being born here, am unable to vote. It’s a huge
regret for me, that inspite of being a part of the nation; I can’t take part in the decision-making. I don’t
have a voice there. It’s not the fault of the system, but, like a true patriot, it fills me with sadness on not
being able to vote. It bothers me when people who are able to vote, either vote null or don’t go at all
because of lame reasons like, not registering for voters id, or just had something else to do on that day.
If you’d ask me, I have a say, and a very strong opinion on who I want as my next leader, and I would
give up a lot of things to be able to be a part of the system.

You do realize the importance of certain things when you don’t have it, and being not able to vote, since
I’m not an Indian, it fills me with regret, that I’m losing out on something. I’m losing out on thanking
the person, because of whom, I am safe in my city. If its one way of thanking him, if its my chance for
payback, im losing out on that opportunity. I’m losing out on that one person, who is responsible for the
progress, development and everything that my state is right now. I regret that I could not thank him in
the only way I could.

Arent we the same people who blame the government when something goes wrong with the country,
our state, our city? How many of us sit back claiming,”what can I, being a common man, do anything
about it?”. It’s a shame, when being a common man, if we can do little things, and we avoid it because
of other minor reasons. Its not a holiday on voting day, it’s THE VOTING DAY! It’s the most important
day instead, and who do we dedicate it to? Unimportant activities!

He, being a person, responsible for you feeling secure, acting like a fatherly figure, is being let down.
What are we giving him back? How are we reciprocating for being the fastest growing city? Are we even
making him realize, that, for whatever reasons, we are thankful, we respect him, we value him, and WE
WANT HIM!

I feel guilty, and have a remorse withing me, for, Me-by not being able to vote and others, who have not
voted for any reason whatsoever, have let him down !

Those eyes of nothing, but love.

i used to wake up every morning, listening to low shrill low notes, sounding like whistles. in anger  i used to stretch myself as much as i could to reach the door beside my bed to let him out making an extreme effort so as not to get out of my bed. he used to be the happiest creature, running downstairs  to mom, after which they would go out for a walk.

his entire day would pass by entertaining mom and keeping her occupied in his love. he would want all of her attention all the time. if she failed to give it for more than fifteen minutes, he would paw her hand till she transfers her attention to anything but him. he perfectly remembered the smell of his food being cooked, moms body language when she was about to feed him, and her sleep time when he would sleep besides her.

every evening i come home, he would be waiting for me, welcoming me with his beautiful aura, and pleasant greetings. he was the first thing i needed to see when i came home. his eyes, were the most beautiful thing. i knew his reactions, each flinch of his muscles  the kind of expressions he manages to give just by his eyebrow muscles. i knew what he wanted at what time with the way he looked at me. i knew whats the worst anger he can give out and whats the most lovable things he can do. i knew he would sit in my room in the corner looking at me when i would cry. he hadn't seen anybody do that but me, he had never been unhappy, and hence, it was an unknown emotion for him. but he knew, i needed him at that point of time, and he was right there.

i admire how he had super instincts, i would rather call him my superhero. he knew when someone was leaving, he knew who was a member of the family and who was just temporary. out of all, he never had the need to run away from us. more than he knew that he belonged to us, he knew that we belong to him.
he never had a life apart form us, and he never wanted one!
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 i have left the house to pursue my own life and future, keeping him back home, and all i miss is those shrill notes in the morning. i miss him sleeping on my legs, i miss him snatching my blanket away. i miss playing with him with a napkin till we tear it apart, and getting scolded. i miss putting the blame on him when i broke sumthing and both of us would be forgiven instantly just because of his innocent looks. i miss wrestling with him. i miss giving him baths, drying him with a hairdryer so he doesnt catch cold, and putting deodrant on him so he smells as gud as a girl!  i miss his walks,
and most of all, i miss those innocent brown eyes looking back at me, asking me for nothing....but LOVE!

Ek nani vinanti, vanchi ne to juo...!

Ek nani vinanti che, kaan sarva kari sambhli to lo,

Dukh na dariya ma sukh ni hodi, shodhi to juo,

Ankh na khuna ma jhaljhaliya chamke che,

Enu karan ghanu teevr hashe, hoth sudhi laine to juo,

Najro namai ne Ghana divso kadhya,

Ek palkaro kari, amari jode najar milai ne to juo,

Kaadhi nakhsho badho ver, upar valathi,

Sacha man thi koi dua, mangi ne to juo.

Kadam thi kadam milavta to badha shikhvadhse,

Hath ma hath nakhi, koi bi yatra, kadhvano, prayatna to karo,

Ladkhadta pagla bhari chalta shikhya tyare jeno hath pakadta,

E masoom chavi ma, a ummare, potane vahai ne to juo,

Bau sambhalya kavio ne, bau sambhli kavitao,

Kadi eni bhavnao ne, samji to juo.

Ek nani vinanti che, kaan sarva kari sambhli to lo,

Dukh na dariya ma sukh ni hodi, shodhi to juo.

Ethical healing

seems like we tend to break a lot of hearts in the process of healing our own. this gives us lot of things, ego boost, self confidence, etc. but the point is, does the purpose get solved? is your heart healed? infact, will it ever be? if not, why take the pains of breaking so many other hearts just because you want your life in place? thise hearts belong to a body, most inportantly, they belong to a soul. if your soul is hurt, if your, heart is hurt, dont do the same to others and mess theirs up. this chain will be never ending then, and it does more harm then good!

Ever been a part of someones Photograph?

have you ever clicked a photograph and noticed an unknown person in the background? 
photographs are memories, they are a part of u. a part of you, that you captured and that moment will always b there with you in the form of a print. every photograph has something to say other than what the photographer intends to show. a little twirl of hair flowing with the wind, the twitch on the side of your lip, about to smile, the little smirk you gave before you could smile and the photograph was captured- every movement, your clothing, where you are seeing, defines you, defines the composition of the photograph.
but these are the things a photographer can take under his control, if taken under professional surveillence. but what about the photographs NOT taken professionally. have you noticed random people squeezing in your frame, or people trying to look from the side of their eye into the lense, or maybe people trying to get out of the frame, just to be polite?

do you have any idea on how many people's photographs YOU must have been a part of? where you, accidently got into the photographers frame. it is a memory of them they have captured, and you have become a part of it. ever asked yourself if you were supposed to be there? being a part of somebody's important memory should not be a coincidence.

were you always supposed to be there?
Or would you just take of it as a mere photograph where you accidentally got into the frame?
THINK ABOUT IT...