Why stop at high? Go higher…reach to the highest!
Why stop at high? Go higher…reach to the highest!
I wonder as I wander…I wonder what would it be like to live here for a while?
For a longer while?
I spent long summer nights, waiting for you.
Sipping whisky, listening to the blues.
Thinking of the times when we were kids,
You loved pulling my hair as I made you my prop for practicing the jump kicks.
As we grew older, you started to care.
And once I caught you smelling my hair.
I couldn’t help but resonate the thought,
There was a whirlwind of incomprehensible feelings in my heart.
And before I knew, you swept me off my feet.
Asked me the question, and popped a ring.
I was confounded by all that charm,
As I soared high with these newly found wings.
There was that day, and then there’s now.
It took me a while to find out that you were sleeping around.
I was left with no option but to leave you alone,
Run to the mountains and embrace the snow.
Now as I stand here, struggling with my vertigo,
The valley looks welcoming down below…
These rocks, trees and pristine snow,
Will witness my fall…as here at dawn I’ll end it all.
The newspapers will read : A girl jumped off the mountain!
Grief stricken, heart-broken.
Never to find who she really was…
As somewhere far, a mad man runs wild, breaking other beautiful hearts.
It was supposed to be a business-as-usual Wednesday for me. 21st October 2015.
But since I read the newspaper that day, to the moment i am writing this, two days after, my mind has been preoccupied with only one thing.
Two innocent kids burnt alive.
It is not the kind of thing you want to read in news. The last thing you want to read even if it were fiction. But this is real life.
Next day. 22nd October 2015. The auspicious day of Dussehra.
The mother, who suffered 30% burns and is critical, has been informed that her 3-year-old son and 9 month old girl have been charred to death.
That’s right. Her children were charred. (Read the Indian Express news here.)
How is anyone supposed to celebrate a festival after reading something like that?
I couldn’t. I have been restless ever since and there are so many questions jumping in my head.
How could any human being even think of committing such a crime? What was he (or they) thinking? What did he face to have thought of such a revenge? Has tolerance and patience in us really gone down? Or was he stupid enough to not understand the severity of the consequences of his actions? Was he under the influence of some sense altering substance?
Is caste really bigger than humanity?
I know for a fact that tolerance and patience are on a decline in general in the society. And i can say that from my own example. On a scale from 1 to 100, my patience level was at around 90 and now it is somewhere around 60. I have had my rough days, but frankly, what horrors have I really seen in my life? Only the hardships of a normal Indian girl.
Are people in today’s world really so frustrated with their lives, that they are forgetting who we really are? Humans. And not animals, who need to kill for survival. Have things really gone so worse that even babies are not spared?
What misfortunes are people facing to have gone so mindless?
Is this all politics?
Is this what they say is Kaliyuga?
Is there no hope for better days?
As you can see, i am pretty much where i left you few years back. Full of questions. And very few answers. So i’ll leave you with these thoughts and a very heavy heart, mourning for the family and praying, no other family has suffer such monstrosity.
May those tiny innocent souls rest in peace.
(Yes, i’m back to blogging.)
Around this time,…no.Exactly this time last year, something wonderful became a part of my life,something that added depth to my life and something that i will always cherish…for a lifetime!
I’m extremely glad i have been able to maintain earthymind for over a year now…all my friends and family have supported and encouraged me so much…it has been a driving force for me to keep at it.
I remember the joy when i got my first comment from an unknown person :P And then people from all over the world were reading,commenting and even subscribing for my blog….im really thankful to all my subscribers!!!
Honestly,i never thought so many people would read it…i had never meant it that way.I really don’t know why i publicised it on Facebook,i never wanted to…but i did.
But, thank you Sayali(really,the whole blog thing came to me because of you!), Sheetal, Rucha, Prachi, Aruna kaku, Devika, Rutwij, Nupur, Tejashree, Abhishek, Tanuja, Bakul,Suvarna,Nirzari,Shruti,Shraddha,Radhika,Aditya,Sameer,Pari,Preeti,Soham,Prithvi, Parth…all those who have been following my blog religiously and giving me feedback…i really appreciate it!
But the purpose with which i started this blog has got lost somewhere.I always get awfully awkward when people mention my blog to me in person…this is not what i had wanted.Also i have pursued this blog for a year,without really getting bored at it…so in a way,the purpose behind starting this blog has also been met with.
I am trying to cut down on the total web thing,and letting go this blog is one big thing that i am going to try now.
So,yes…this is officially the last post from me,earthymind…im not going to stop writing or taking photographs.But it will be just for a different purpose…or no purpose at all…I dont know if ill come back,im going to miss this for sure…but this is the end as of now.
Had been wanting to take portraits for quite some time,not the hard-core serious types though….So,just the thank yous to Sheetal for posing :)
Anyone else ready to pose is welcome :P
Well this my second attempt at fiction.And like the first one,this one too is inspired by music.Im an eternal insomniac,and to beat that I listen to music all the time really, but esp. at night.And more than often,it inspire me.The inspiration behind ‘the going away’ was a James Blunt song: I really want you(lines: I killed a man,from the far away land,my enemy im told). I was listening to the legendary John Lennon the other day and his song ‘Love’ transported me to a place I had been 3 years ago. I could just see that beach.And the cafe….and the rest of this just flowed:
He liked the night-time breeze on his face when he found rhythm in his jog. It was awfully humid on the beach, streaks of sweat had already started rolling down his left ear. But it did not bother him. He liked this sea-side stretch that was developed so beautifully. Besides his mind was busy trying to match the rhythm of the song in his ears to the rhythm of his trot. He feared the roaring sound of the sea at night, esp. at this beach which was rocky and wasn’t considered safe. So, everyday, his iPod accompanied him to his odd hour jogging sprees. He had just picked up rhythm when suddenly ‘Love is real, real is love’….John Lennon started playing in his ears. He froze in his path. This was one of her favourites; he thought…how the hell did this end up in my running playlist! But one thing he knew, his run was definitely over. ‘Love is wanting…wanting to be loved’. He walked to the nearest bench and sat down. He put the song to play in loop and shut his eyes. They had heard the song so many times together. ‘Love is free, free is love’. Every thought of her still made him smile. He wasn’t angry on her. He knew she didn’t like him anymore. He understood, that could happen to anyone. It had happened to him before. He had stopped loving his ex-girl friend, because she was too much whiny and abusive. He couldn’t be with her. But this time it’s different, he had thought to himself…he had met the sweetest person. Her smile was like sunshine, and her laughter like music. That’s why it was so hard for him to understand why it had happened, what had happened. She had abandoned him. Yet again love had eluded him. ‘Love is reaching…reaching love’. It has been months, he thought…and I haven’t even seen her beautiful face. I’d call you, she’d said. He never believed it…and she didn’t mean it. Now, listening to the song, it was all coming back to him. The pain was blinding, but really it opened his eyes to the real world. ‘Love is knowing….we can be’. He smirked at this line. Well, he thought, one thing for sure, I would never really have the ‘knowing’ Lennon was singing about. He knew and believed love was just an illusion, at least for him. He looked at the sea-side La Café on his right and then the Gandhi statue on his left. He took a deep breath and checked his watch. It was 11.03. He quickly looked at the café again…it was still bustling. I could use a coffee, he thought. Coffee did to him what alcohol did to other people. ‘Love is asking,… to be loved’. He had lost the count of how many times the song had played. He switched it off…he could now hear the sound of the waves.
He walked towards the café, but before entering, he faced the sea and just stood there silently….soaking in. Suddenly he didn’t know why he had feared the sound of the waves so much all these years. He stepped inside. ‘Love is real, real is love’. No, the song wasn’t playing in the café (!!!!), just inside his head. It seemed to have stuck on the first line. ‘Love is real, real is love’. Lennon’s enchanting voice was filling his head…but wait, what was that crackling sound. He was alarmed, and the Lennon in his mind stopped singing. He looked towards the origin of the noise. Some girl, who was obviously engrossed in reading, had dropped her cup. And now, with everyone staring, she was embarrassed to bits. She was almost to tears. She looked at everyone looking at her…and then she saw this stranger, with a chuckle on his face, not anger and irritation like everyone else. She heaved a sigh and gave him half of a confused smile. ‘Love is real, real is love’.
He went over to pick up the pieces of her shattered cup and…his probably shattered heart!
‘Love is real, real is love’.
(to be continued…)
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