AMEETHYST

Tere nazron ke zariye se Maine apne ashkon ko behte huye dekha hai| Andhere mein kya rote ho meri nazneen Humne to apne kabr mein bhi khudko haste huye dekha hai| Jo tha hamare darmiyaan Usse na jaane kisne nazar lagayi| Gir gaye hum apni nazron mein Aur duniya ne samjha ki pyar mein maine nazar jhukaya| Mujhe rehne diya hota tanhai mein Yoon adhoora na padta tere jaane pe| Pee raha that tere un masoom yaadon mein Aur logon me samjha ki hum akele jashn mana rahe hain|

As a nostalgic traveler, I’ve seen so many places where people live their lives to the fullest, and love the place that they live in. I tried a lot to curb myself from writing about Mumbai because there are millions of people who stay here and are attached to this city and my liking or disliking towards this place wouldn’t matter much to them. I am writing this just because I wanted to let out my thoughts and I don’t think so that, my mind is a cozy graveyard to bury them. This is just what I felt about this place in two days when I saw two sides of life in the same place; whether you call it diversity or discrimination, there is a new belief that has emerged out; “ Unity is in Eccentricity! ” I’d come here along with my fellow Micans to attend a grand event called “ Portfolio Night ” that was held at Four Seasons Hotel in Mumbai. We all had dreams to get hired by the best ad agency and subsequently most of the dreams did come true. Some of my friends got more than 2 job offer...

My father retired at that critical moment when the government had just raised the age limit of retirement from 58 years to 60 years and he is still fighting for his rights. I’d always been repulsive to any sort of government issues because at that point of time, I felt that I can do nothing about it. Sometimes my father used to assign me some work related to his pension and I used to do it just for the sake of doing it. I didn’t ever try to see the “Hope” he had put behind all the efforts that he was putting by sacrificing his sleep. For me, it was a spreadsheet assignment and nothing more than that. I had dyslexia towards economic and political related topics and it didn’t interest me at any point of time. He always talked about TP, ZP, RI, VI, APMC, DHO, SPI, Scale-1, Grade-1, Batch 1970, what else and whatnot. I didn’t even bother to listen to him once even for the sake of curiosity. I thought that my world of “ dreams and poetry ” is perfect and I am meant to be a man of words...

I've come to this whole new place, parted into whole new different ways. Whatever has happened with me now, I've lived all my loveliest days. Nobody can take them away from me. Nobody can steal those memories. Whatever has happened with me now, Nobody can recreate those symphonies. I know how life can change its modes, it can bring you on irate crossroads. Whatever has happened with me now, I've paid smiles to God & offered Infinite Odes.

The world starts with a ‘ hi ’ and ends with ‘ take care ’. In both the cases we usually don’t see anyone saying ‘I or me’ in the first case, or ‘you’ in the second. In either places, it’s only one person who’s starting/closing the conversation. I was just thinking aloud; what if the conversation was left incomplete and someone or something would have come in our lives without any reason or left without any reason too. There are two completely different dimensions of emotions that strike to our heart that sing a whole different song. The Happy Song: When I entered MICA! When I came to this new island of “Creative Souls”, I was all pumped up to see those new faces and the first day at MICA was like an augmented dream. I expected a HOsTEL and I got a HOTEL-like room. I was all excited because the room was for 2 occupants and I was the first to enter. I had the independence to choose any side of the bed and I took my own sweet time. When all the others joined in, I started intera...

It has been almost 5 months that I’ve not properly sat down to write my experience away from home. I’ve stayed away from home even before but this has been the farthest I’ve ever been. I’d at least go home and spend some time with my family. It’s been a total isolation here staying 60kms away from city and not being able to go out regularly just for one simple reason that; it’s too hot to step outside the air-conditioned classrooms and too cold to stay inside all the while. This climatic jeopardy is driving most of us insane, procrastinating and unproductive (at times). Adding to all these agonies, my phone network is drop-dead pathetic and there is nothing happening with any of them even after changing three numbers. I’ve befriended a batch of friends who are more or less ‘ normal ’ and I rule the insanity ground that is well below the ground level ( I meant ‘PJ’ )! The least I’ve liked here is the climate and I am not sure whether it is supposed to be so lethally extreme ever...

Chaaha hai agar kisi ko, to yeh jaante Maa ko dil mein kyu rakhte? Zinda na hote hum abhi, Agar dhadkan ko dil se juda karte! Jaana hai agar kisi ko, to yeh jaante Maa ko kabhi neend kyu nahi aati? Chain se na sote hum abhi, Agar sapno ko aankhon se juda karte! Jiya hai agar kisi ke liye, to yeh jaante Maa kabhi naraaz kyu nahi hoti? Khush na rehte hum abhi, Agar khud ko maa se juda karte!