A journey from "one more" to "one last"...

One last step…

It was a sluggish Sunday afternoon and the sun was giving his paramount performance that day. It pelted every ounce of energy it could gather from the fusion reactions, during those hours of daylight, as if to show-off to the human race that some things are beyond their domination. The intense summer heat of Nagpur is afar description, beyond words and provides a mind-boggling portrait. The heat literally cuts the skin and tries to penetrate on the insides of our body liberating every ounce of water through pores. As we gasp for air some more heat finds its way through the nostrils. Every movement becomes comatose, lethargic and exhausting. The head feels droopy and heavy, sagging sideways like a pendulum, pouncing on every manageable chance of catching a few ‘z’s (catnap).

Ehsaas...

" Every one is going to hurt you sooner or later, you just have to realize who is worth the pain! "

zindagi me khul kar saans lo..
koi sune na sune, ek awaaz do..
kisi aur ka nahi, khud ka to sath do..
bhule bisre us pal ko yad do..

agar zinda ho to zinda hone ka ehsaas do..

Silence speaks a thousand words...

Silence...

There are some moments in our lives which flash by with the speed of light and leave us with bottomless introspection. One such incident happened when I was on my journey from Jabalpur to Singrauli. I met a policeman aged in his mid 50’s.  He was a co passenger and had berth in the same compartment. We conversed on various current issues and analysed the whole Indian economy in several different ways.

Being human...

One night @ railway station...

It was one of the busiest days at Bhopal railway station. The hustle and bustle, the chaos and so much of unnecessary hubbub packed tightly into a small place made the environment turbulent. People boarding and getting down, food vendors and the chaiwalas scuttling and scampering created a vicious circle of events that repeated like a simple harmonic motion (SHM) every time trains arrived and left. No one cared who joined in the hullabaloo and who quit of but still there was one beggar boy whose onset became the talking point for all the people present there.

Reverse engineering applied on mind...

The inordinate moon...

Numerous times in life we make mockery of small things happening around us. It’s a human nature to inosculate variety of human emotions, situations, facts and thoughts. The resulting vector like caricature is often frustration of large magnitude and phoney direction which at times becomes hard for everyone around us to comprehend. Isn’t it like ploughing the same field again and again which in the long run ruins the future crop and makes land barren forever? Analogous to that, pondering over a petite issue over again and again creates mayhem, mirage, pandemonium and a bedlam of emotions in our head. The mind suffers with a tornado of distrust and disdain from where no one can ever return back. It’s just like tipping over the yield point and touching the ultimate stress frontier once and for all.