AMEETHYST

It is a situation in all the smaller parts of India where we still do not have proper transportation facilities. Governments change every now and then, but what remains same is the roads. For a moment, someone comes in to better the society, and he gets better off, for, the change lies in ourselves and we hate to change. On a larger scale, all of us tend to blame the government for not repairing the roads and being dumb on taking rightful measures for improvement, but if we see it from an emphatic point of view, it is all our fault. It is us, who have the urge, to rule the roads! In the quest to be the kings & queens of the highway, we deviate direly from our way! (Without showing indicators) If at all the roads were blessed to speak, they’d have a ballad to say to God: “Dear God! SOS! I am dying and my death is not even so mournful. People who cruise on me don’t care at all about me. Why did you bring me on this earth? I have no value at all and people literally spit on me each ...

I know you’re sexy & I love it slow on curves, But you’re really getting on my nerves! You’re really not meant to be Napoléon Bonaparte So please! Shut up sweetheart! I know you’re pretty cool & I enjoy the cold spice, But you’re truly pretending to be nice! You’re not exactly that seriously smart. So please! Shut up sweetheart! I know your voice is sweet & I savor your lovely talks, But your siren can’t clear my mind’s roadblocks! You’re actually not the perfect piece of musical art So please! Shut up sweetheart! I know you love me & I love you a lot, But stove alone can’t heat up, if both are hot! You’re a terrible cook & a perforated shopping cart, So please! Shut up sweetheart!

I had a habit of writing my dreams every morning after I woke up, or rather everytime I woke up from sleep, even if it was after a siesta! I never gave up any dream and always tried to recollect what all I saw. It had become a routine for almost 4 years and I’d kind of mastered the art of “ Lucid Dreaming ”. I thought for a while; what about doing a PhD in ‘ Oneirology ’ (Study of dreams), but I was no expert either in the field of psychology or medical science. Hence, that idea was dropped off, and so did the writing of dreams. I still have the ‘ Dream Journals ’ with me, safe and sound; it’s a different story that nobody cares to read them as they seem to be piece of junk at home, but few of the dreams where I really had something to remember, I jotted them down, I drew pictures of patterns that I saw and that seemed to be something very distinctive. I usually get lots of dreams related to the pattern of “ OM ” and I feel that I am getting some divine message from God through dre...

I really wish I had fewer days for my vacations to end. It really gets boring after some days when you are at home, sitting and doing nothing for a while. Now I know how my dad must be feeling after his retirement! He too keeps working constantly even after he’s officially done serving the government. Why should I stay behind then? I too get the same feeling (apart from inheriting the genes) of working restlessly on a project that’s given to accomplish. Family, friends and relatives all have their values at a place where we can visit often when we are down and out, but the problem I feel is, when the work environment gets shuffled with personal life. The proximity of work location and home is not the criterion here, but the vicinity where we abode with them together surely will come into picture when we react rather respond to situations. It is not a good omen that we get frustrated at work and take it out on the cookery. If the food tastes bad that night, then probably either the mo...

We fall in love, with beautiful things We fail to love, the ugly beings Beauty is a lovely wonder And, no wonder we fall for it! We love the sweetness of the heart We leave the bitterness apart Sweetness is a luscious wonder And, no wonder we love it! We care for ones who are near We clear those who are away Concern is a special gift we receive And, no wonder we care to believe!

The Happy Man was made of love and smiles all around him and it was his first time that he had to face a crowd of malicious people. Though he’d learnt the basic art of “ Self-Defence ”, he never had dreamt that he’d actually use it for protecting his Angel. It was only in the magical world where The Angel was having a ring on her head and wings on her back. When everything came down to reality, The Angel was just a common human being just like everyone else and The Happy Man had a pathetic life compared to The Angel. The Happy Man woke up from his lucid dreaming that left him incomplete in his story. He was bland with the consequences and wanted to sleep for some more time, but wasn’t sure if he’d be able to continue from the same point where he was left aloof in the crowd. He thought for a while, can I get my angel in the real world and search for her? He was really having too many complaints with God about the dreams and realities, the good and bad, the love and hatred, the life an...

The Happy Man was on his journey, in search of solace when he was attacked by the luscious memories of The Angel and her voice in melancholy. He had so many incomplete things to say, that were pouring out of his ‘ figurative ’ vessel of feelings. He decided to assemble all of it at one place where, The Angel could come and see it, feel it for him. He knew only one art and that was “ Literally Literal! ” The Angel was not so qualified enough to understand his feelings that were encrypted with such lucid sophistications. All that The Happy Man did was “ Being Himself ” and that was something beyond the comprehension to the normal world. He, was a narcissist to a level where he loved himself for what he was, and nothing beyond that. The Angel too, was in love with the “ Traveler ”, but was not in a condition to tell how much she loved him because, for her, love was something very old. She had seen people coming in and going out of her life so frequently that, she felt, even the breath s...

On his quest towards finding his destiny, The Happy Man was on an ecstatic high when he entered the city of Angels. He was mesmerized by the psychedelia of the panorama around and his witty words were losing the battle with the stunning silence. He was trying to figure out who was the “ Blue Sky ” who had a divine conversation with him on his journey. Everything and everyone in that city looked so similarly beautiful; his eyes were hypnotized almost, by the delusional vista, the deception of a common being was at its worst pinnacle. He found a calm hill where he could sit and meditate to locate his “ Divine Angel ” in the paradise. The Happy Man tried hard, but had no chance, because the Gods were not on his side this time. All he had to encounter was the hailstorms, the tornadoes and worst of all, the dejection. The determination of The Happy Man was still adhesive, and he stuck to his plan. He finally got back into conversation with the “ Blue Sky ” while he fell asleep. Angel: G...

Life was easy when we were kids We had no grudges to express Life now, is a gruesome paradise in grids A place where we die to impress Life was easy when we fell and injured our hands We had a first aid kit to heal the bruise Life now, is a living hell of economic demands A place where we live to choose Life was easy when we had books of nursery rhymes We had to just memorize those sweet stupid lines Life now, is on a serious course of regressive times A place where even the darkness of failure shines

The Happy Man’s journey was never as easy as it seemed. He was bedazzled by the beauty of the magnificent and munificent ocean. He, for a moment felt, how the world can suffer from drought and famine when there is such an abundance of Godly Warehouse all around. He then realized; the sea was the result of the “ Tears of Heaven ” and that is never sweet to digest. He sailed onto the same, and was looking at the sky spreading its golden veil. The Happy Man spread his arms to hug the air in solace, and feel the serenity of solitude. That was when he felt an aura of an unknown orb embracing him tightly. The Happy Man raised his hands because he didn’t know who, or what, was holding him with so much warmth. The heart of The Happy Man began to beat faster than ever and he had got back “HIS SMILE”! That was the moment when, he got his identity and was defined as “The Happy Man” with a Golden Orb around him, with his hands in the air. The Happy Man closed his eyes, kept listening to the sil...

It was getting difficult for The Happy Man to figure out why it was raining so heavily when he was not even in the mood to get drenched. He suddenly heard a thunder, and the sky was clear. The sun was smiling through the clouds and there he got the answer; rather a solution for his question. It was not the Angel he saw in the “Blue Sky”, but the thirst of the humans on the earth. The rain was a remedy for the drought, it was the happiness on the faces that were blue, it was the marriage of “ The Dreams in Heaven ” & there he was… right in the middle of the Heaven. It was the wedding ceremony of The happy Man’s kin and lots of people from all around the vicinity had come to bless the bride. The Happy Man was with his Happy Family and the “ Prospecting ” had informally begun with his sisters around. He was in a souk of an “ Emerald Island ” and it was getting difficult for The Happy Man to find his Amethyst (his lucky stone/charm). He saw a woman draped in Magenta and was flabberg...

The Happy Man is always on the go, to some place or the other. From past one year, he has been an active traveler and after long time, he has visited his home to stay for quite some time. Till today, he was all busy going for some monasteries learning some or the other skills and doing some or the other activities that’d enhance his capabilities. Most of the times, he was afraid of plagiarism and didn’t let much of his brighter side come to the forefront. Many of the monks in the temple there were greedy to be “ The Ultimate Master ” of the palace. He had one mentor there and he adored her a lot, for she taught him most of the things that he didn’t learn in his regular course of academia. It happened one day that, he fell short of words while expressing his emotions and he had to pay for his silence. The retribution was abominable, but The Happy Man had learnt his lesson and that was awesome. He had started loving his life and was coming out of the “Unlucky Chasm”. While he was on th...

Away from the boring classrooms Away from the assignments Away from the routine’s boom-boom! Fly Away! You Students Away from the campus for a while Away from the same old canteen food Away from the formal lifestyle Fly away you students! Fly for good Away from the examination hall Away from the daily night outs Away from the dreadful rainfall Fly away! In your remote whereabouts

This is a story about two people! A guy who is a symbol of happiness who spreads cheers and leers all around & a girl, who is a lucky charm to most of her friends and kins, but she has never been happy. They never met each other though, but wherever they were, they spread positivity. It happened one day that, they got to talk with each other, and share some smileys, talk nonsense stuff and had a tiny luscious quarrel on who loves whom the most. It was pure magic that, both of them won even after losing the war of words! The Happy Man, was like a bull in the China Market at every stage of his life. While he was a kid, he never kept any of his toys intact. Every new thing in his hand would turn into a piece of junkyard trash the next moment. While he was a teenager, he never was that rough on the go, but never listened to anyone. He’d sway in his own tune and be happy even while he lied to his parents few times. When he entered his twenties, he was a totally different being on this...

I hear this answer everytime I see someone expressing their love and that ‘ someone ’ is benevolent enough to let you go (because you are told that he/she must be lucky to be your true love)! You don’t need anyone like the one whom you love because they are not worth you: this is what they have to say when you speak out, but when you are quiet, sitting silently watching your love getting married to someone else, you are termed as a “ Gruesome Hypocrite ” who is coward enough to keep his mouth shut when he was supposed to speak. Of all the girls/ladies/women I’ve met till now, I’ve seen life from totally different perspectives. I don’t deny the fact that I love my mother the most and that stands as a sempiternal truth. Not just because she gave birth to me, the reasons for loving mother I feel need no explanations. My mother would never say, “Move on son! You’ll find someone better than me”! Next on the list comes my sister, who is my “ humsafar ” and “ hum-suffer ” throughout my j...

To my family, I’ve always been a procrastinating kid who still doesn’t know to drive a car, who doesn’t know to save money and most of all, who is not yet married… Some sad parts of my life will rest with me and I’d like to kill them with a death of ignorance (as I keep telling everyone)! Nevertheless, I’ve seen my parents proud of me lately because of my book release and that has nothing to do with the three factors listed above. Apart from being a boring lecturer (at present; because of examinations and me, having not much work), I tend to be active on my blog and facebook most of times, and this was causing some serious academic illness to me. It was time for me to go and figure myself out, on the other side of my life. My best friend, Vinayak, has been with me for almost more than a year now and there isn’t much difference in my family and his (contextually)! We have been part of each other’s “ Everything ” (except THAT) and there’s no doubt that we’re considered NOT to be STRAI...

I was waiting for her “ hi ” and she was waiting for mine. We both knew the next two lines How are you??? I am fine… But the computer said, “Your request is declined” I’ll wait… Till the crescendo of my loneliness ends with a sunshine! I was waiting for her to smile, and she waited for me to talk. We both knew who had the keys to the lock I tried to win her heart, but I got a shock I’ll wait… Till the roses bloom on the otiose rock! I was waiting for her to touch me, and she waited for me to hold her hands We both knew that we were destined to be tied in connubial bands I never stepped up, and she never did understand… I’d wait… I am waiting… I will wait… Till death and…………….

I was writing articles as part of my hobby and kept posting them in my blog very rarely. Only from the past few months, I’ve been actively blogging and this is really hitting the right chords for me. I’ve been an obnoxious kid as always, but nowadays, the insanity in me is getting much intense. The Intentional Insanity is now turning Intensive and I surely hope that I get some Incentives for this feeling. Intuitive isn’t it??? J I’ve been acting proud lately and my narcissism has hit a lifetime high. It’s partly because I’ve published my book, but other parts are yet unknown. Everyday when I go to college, I enter with smile and see students tensed in their exam preparations. Recently I’ve done something wrong and I’ve already discussed the issue in my previous blog. I am feeling guilty of it and that’s hurting my conscience. Nonetheless, I am getting responses from most of my colleagues about my book (both good and bad; including the ugly ones too) and I am tempted t...

From day one of my classroom sessions, this is how it has been in the class: ME: Good Morning guys! Shall we begin? STUDENTS: [SILENT] ME: Okay! Any volunteer to recap what we covered in the last class? STUDENTS: [SILENT] ME: Okay! Lalita.. Come Up… Please tell us what we did… You can read the notes (if you have written) LALITA: [SILENT] ME: Okay! Today we’ll cover the last module of MIS… Anyone has any doubts till now? STUDENTS: [SILENT] ME: (After the class) That’s all Folks… This was the last class of mine for this semester… You have anything to say about it? Any feedback? Good, bad, worst, best, whatever…. STUDENTS: [SILENT] ME: I guess my graveyard shift is over… See you guys at the examination hall…. AFTER THE INTERNAL ASSESSMENT MARKS WERE FINALIZED…. STUDENT: Sir! I got only 8 marks out of 50.. I attended all classes… ME: Is it? Which classes you attended? Physical MIS or Conceptual MIS? STUDENT: What’s that sir? ME: [SILENT] STUDENT: Please...

Sometimes I wonder, why does the rain fall from skies? Why can’t God defy the gravity and keep us above the clouds? Here, we have too many barren eyes. Sometimes I wonder, why doesn’t happiness come king size? Sometimes I wonder, what makes ocean so rich? Is it the Gods crying to quench our thirst of greed? Why can’t humans define their lively needs? Sometimes I wonder, do we need a perpetual hitch? Sometimes I wonder, is it life alone that we live or even the relations? Why didn’t God give us our friends right from our birth? Here, we live to make choices and love to make mistakes. Sometimes I wonder, is our life of so much worth?