Unforgettable Memories...

Ball in the air, every eyes present in the field chasing the distance it inclined to cover. More than half of the players were certain that ball will cross the frivolously designed boundary rope but Sandeep hoped otherwise. Unfortunately like always, Sandeep was again too optimistic in his expectations. As ball crossed the boundary line, it was apparent that the result was not in favour of Sandeep’s team.

Before that with long run up Sandeep dared enough to experiment with the last delivery of the match. It was loopy slow full toss inviting eventful smash from batsman. Scenario was 5 runs needed in last ball and Sudeep stroked the monstrous six in the limited over casual cricket match, regularly played by certain teenagers for amusement in small uneven ground of Tagore Nagar.

Sudeep raised his bat with cushy smile and plodded slowly towards Bunti Bhaiya to celebrate their win. Like passionate lovers they hugged each other to elevate the quantum of their excitement.

Moreover, Sandeep with loose shoulder, glaring towards his shoes soon reached near stumps and kicked it with frustration to wipe out its presence from that rough pitch.

“Why my efforts do not emanate fruitful results?” Sandeep shared his view with Bunti Bhaiya in toned voice.

“Don’t worry Sandeep; you are too sensitive to accept realities. It was just a game. Result changes with time and space,” yelled Bunti Bhaiya endeavouring to ease out the matter. His normal suggestions are also injected with rational content, in fact very difficult to ignore. Automatically, it needed to be followed in order to avoid twitchy tensions.

Thereafter, with cricketing gadgets in hand Sandeep and Sudeep with Bunti Bhaiya scudded back to their home. Others also went to their respective destination through different way.

Sudeep was calm and quite but Sandeep consistently investigated Bunti Bhaiya’s thought on various other subjects. Sudeep like a mute spectator kept on walking without giving due importance to our chirpy talks.

“Totally, his actions are governed by his mood,” Sandeep pondered while observing Sudeep.

Soon they reached home. After tasting some delectable edibles, Sandeep rang up Bunti Bhaiya to update his plans for the coming night.

“Hello, I am tensed for tomorrow. What kind of question may come? Done with Mathematics and Analytical Reasoning part, still more attention needed to be given for General Knowledge,” shared Sandeep with rapid speed in his elocution.

“Hmmmm – don’t worry, everything will be alright,” said Bunti Bhaiya.

“What should I do? Can I leave general knowledge part? No, I’m just revising what we studied till yesterday. That’s it,” Sandeep answered his own question herein. Hard to stop him when he expresses his feelings, Bunti Bhaiya knew it better than anybody. So, he also learnt to improvise situations perfectly in accordance with Sandeep’s nature.

“Ohhh! By the way, what’s Radha Ji doing?” said Bunti Bhaiya. With stunned ennui, Sandeep understood that Bunti Bhaiya, through his wit compelling him to transform his mood. Very easy for Sandeep to do it, as people like him can’t pressurize their mind too much.

History behind Radha Ji is enthralling. During 10+2 days, when Sandeep’s joint family sleep at night time, he used to jump from his balcony and find his way surreptitiously till he climb up to Bunti Bhaiya’s house. Central thrust of such thief kind of escapism is to learn mathematics in order to get passing marks in final examination. Bunti Bhaiya than was a mining engineer and very intelligent gentleman, being seven years elder to Sandeep.

Unfortunately, studies take time to initiate when best friends sit together. Although, Bunti Bhaiya was Sandeep’s teacher here but they shared incredible flawless tuning between them. That commencing mathematics in his cool room with computer at desk was quite a task. As a result, Sandeep always surge his intellectual capacity to elicit idea which may add some new enthralling flavour in their memories.

His eye catches landline telephone. Wow, his instinctive response, eyes got widened taking shape of button. Sandeep went near the phone and managed to play with its frizzy wires. Later, he felicitated his uneasiness by carefully rotating each of its tangible part.

“Wrong Number,” said Sandeep. It was enough for Bunti Bhaiya to divulge the frantic idea of his younger friend.

“Worth trying, but which number,” shuffled Bunti Bhaiya. Given Indication was enough to reciprocate that permission being granted to Sandeep for beginning extreme mischief at mid-night.

Soon Sandeep dialed unknown number by quickly pressing certain numbers through his whims. Ring tuned and he went attentive.

“Hello, May I talk to Radha Ji?” astonishingly said by Sandeep.

“To whom you want to talk,” sweet girlish voice came from other end.

“I want to talk with Radha Ji but no matters can chat with you also. No worries at all.” Soberly Sandeep presented his point. Suddenly, contrite thought emerged in Sandeep’s mind and he disconnected line with fear.

Sandeep shared his experience with Bunti Bhaiya who was sitting beside him. They laughed madly and suddenly their phone ring interrupted their merriment. Both saw each other with disappointment.

Sandeep indicated Bunti Bhaiya to pick phone by twisting his eyes. Otherwise in down stairs Bunti Bhaiya’s parent may know about the incident. With brevity, Bunti Bhaiya picked up the phone.

“Fucking idiots, tell me your residence. Don’t have manners. I’m a big bureaucrat of the city. I know how to deal with bloody rapscallion like you,” firm male voice accosted from other end of unknown person.

Sandeep disconnected the phone with scary heart. First time, he felt short of words, difficult for him to face Bunti Bhaiya.

“Don’t worry, we’ll tackle the situation” whispered Bunti Bhaiya.

Again ring buzzed our psyche. Instantaneously, Bunti Bhaiya picked up the phone and regretted for the said mistake in a bold manner.

“Mistake happens by human being only, chill out uncle, next time it will not happen. I’m giving you surety. Try to understand and discard the matter herein only,” said Bunti Bhaiya humbly.

“Caller ID” enfeebled response of Sandeep.

“Ha ha ha, don’t take tension buddy,” said Bunti Bhaiya. He has this canny behaviour to evaluate Sandeep’s feeling at times of silence. It amazes Sandeep and soar his love for this unmatchable friend. Some more call came but ignored by Bunti Bhaiya.

Sandeep slept subsequent to the event and returned back to his home in early morning. Passion for study elapsed and mood became awkward.

“Why the bloody tragedy occurs in my life?” said Sandeep to himself with sarcastic smile. Rotated his head towards sky and blinked one eye. Don’t know why but he confuse near by peoples with such kind of self-important activities.

Next day, they met each other. Bunti Bhaiya was quite. So, Sandeep tried to outburst the tranquility by saying Radha Ji. Thereafter, he laughed wildly.

Bunti Bhaiya was still calm, wiped glass of his specs with white handkerchief and told something which buried artificial happiness of Sandeep.

“Luckily, just saved from disaster,” said Bunti Bhaiya. He further explained that few people lodged complaint against him regarding event of last night to his father.

“My parents somehow tackled the situation, as those people had time to collect my address from telephone exchange and came to my home in order to search felon,” said Bunti Bhaiya.

“Bloody rascals, don’t have any other work,” scanty observation of Sandeep presented with responsible husk.

“God! Some people born with spare time,” indubitably Bunti Bhaiya elicited.

Sandeep couldn’t digest the expression and sneered like motor pump, accelerating the sound of laugh slowly and convincingly. Later, he felt guilty about his carelessness but consoled himself through another distinct self-made belief.

“Incidents like this add flavours in life, without which memory lane remains incomplete,” shrieked Sandeep to himself.

Such pompous belief helps Sandeep to forgive himself consistently and move ahead with non-extinguishable positive spirits.

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Eye Gear...

Many things in life is done without any firm purpose, still one does such range of things because he love to do it. Searching reason behind such purposeless acts is effete and also its evaluation may never be deemed as process of wisdom. So, before extrapolating reasons lets reveal what actually I’m discussing? Which aimless action needed to be observed?

One may easily ascertain it by viewing above picture. Yup! Eye gears. I love it since my childhood. Never had enough money at that time to even think of buying classy glasses but miserly played a lot with costly goggles of my Papaji. May be this liking of mine I have inherited as a patrimony from my father. He at some point of time was eye wear fanatic. His collection of RayBan with many other international brands has always been something to cheer about for enthusiastic cheapskate like me.

Apart from comparing hereditary habits, slowly with age I automatically developed the liking for attractive eye wears. No rumination occurred anytime to determine reason behind such instinctive liking. Generally, variety of people has divergent reasons with them to wear goggles; but for me it is instant impulsive love.

What one can find out while examining the reasons?

Protection of eyes from harmful foreign particles, proper view, adding style et cetera is the justification people entrench in supporting their reason. Although, my perception of wearing it is different, totally an outcome of sheer immature childish behaviour locked behind rare egoistic charm of mine. Furthermore, not even for single moment before encrypting this post I thought – Why the hell I wear these eye gears? Just consistently did it for fun throughout my teenage.

Transition in age and intellect is apparent now but desire for better eye gears is growing consistently. Any resplendent piece automatically adds variety to my large collection of goggles. I have inherent habit of changing it on daily basis because rigidness of any format sucks charm from life.

Buying goggles is another passion and wearing them had become inevitable part of my chore. Moreover, I hate dissolving my pocket over branded ones, as it allows me to change them frequently and also save carefree spending. Must say, branded piece are damn costly and it only help those who wear it for purpose. Therefore, I spend on middle range.

Monstrous disadvantage of keeping eye gear is vulnerable thought of safety. Finding immediate shelter for it after usage is quite a torturous task. Such petty task irritates when we are in between other vital works. I usually hang it in my shirt as a result destroyed uncountable number of them in past few years. Believe me, really love to use them but hate to find its appropriate accommodation after usage.

One unintentional good which goggles do is it adds stupendous bright flavour in my photographs. Also, saves my tiny poor eyes from unnecessary exposure.

Generally it also initiates point for discussion when I hang out with friends. Now, slowly but surely it became significant trapping for strangers to identify me in absence of necessary indications.

Above mentioned was the brief exposition about my smooth experience regarding eye gears. I have habit of ending my posts with eye catchers at the end but surely it’s difficult to elicit something reasonable in this subject. As a result, personal comic belief can be showered below to emblazon the rhythm–

“For me, routine without eye gear is similar to getting ready after bath without any inner wear.”

My Star...

Twinkle twinkle little star. Why is it so far? Ufff…read it with rhythm naa. Please…

Huh! Huhhh! Huhhhhhhhhhh…

Yup…

Going to begin…

Lying down in rough concrete veranda with leg hanging above stairs, I kept on observing the beauty of moonless night. My eyes totally focused towards upside and probing the late night functioning of black silent sky. Few droplets of tear touched my ears by flowing sideway after initiating its uncertain journey from adjoining end of my eye lashes. Still eyes rolled enough to cover the major part of endless sky. Complimenting the situation with deteriorating emotional thoughts I pondered –

Why creator regularly covers the bright blue colour of sky with black velvety blanket? Immediate result of which is to bring darkness. Yeah! I know people usually depict it as night.

My empirical analysis intimate that night accelerates our emotive force. Being a night prowler, must say it’s a best time to scan our thoughts and actions completely. Central thrust of such self scanning help us to disinfect persisting viruses effectively. As a result, my endeavour for scanning commenced. It kept on checking for viruses in all possible drives of my thinking dimension.

Thereafter, shift took place in realm of thinking when I thought that why rule of nature is so certain and perfect in its implementation also. Why each of its design is incredible? Who is the mastermind behind such accurate decoration? Ruminating in range of such questions, my eyes stuck at one star. It shined like costly diamond which seemed similar to the one fixed in my sister’s ear ring.

After sometime, I adopted transition in my focus, surged my eye towards other many stars also. There were myriad of stars emblazoning with dim sparkling shine. Size varied but each of it carried sharp glow. Believe me, silver shiny contrast over dark background deepened the sobriety of neat gloomy sky.

Suddenly, unnecessary vibration occurred in my mindset because of which many thoughts overlapped at the same time. Stars, my parents, friends, dust, night et cetera intruded simultaneously which made me really uncomfortable. I closed my eyes in fear; allowing sweat to emerge from divergent part of my body.

Moreover, unworried about me, night kept on getting dark with its radical certainty. Under which quantum of devastating feelings consistently kept on soaring inside my heart. Now, whole vicinity around my eyes became wet and nose also emanated unneeded stock of dirty fluids. I didn’t want to cry, so tried hard to enclose my lips but some other mooning sound came out which made the ambience unhealthy.

Very low from heart, which I ignored to accept. Patiently, tried enough to adhere with some vulnerable pain inside. Suddenly, impulsive thought made me worry that one day I will die and everything will collapse smoothly. Impact of such demise may bring out temporary horrendous consequences for some but the world will continue to flourish with its certain and unchangeable rules.

Hey, some people say that death is a tragedy for living beings. Although, other speak that melody of life continues even after death in some other format. Few force us to believe in myth that after death people become stars. Mystery about death is not perfectly trustworthy. Still, if said proposition is true than my special mate, who became eligible to enter in different world might be present amongst the caboodle of such splendid stars.

So with company of tears imbued with glum of stygian I kept on searching my star. Ufff…

Never ever my mind can get rigid, so my thought process jumped to some other mechanical stratum. How foolish I can be? Searching life in stars, which according to my intellectual perception only knows how to blink?

Stars were too far from me but still I raised my hands up to capture it. Completely awkward posture, where stupidity seems apparent, but my hands flirted with my intellect to chase the impossible.

Obviously, I was sad and thinking really bad. Even I thought to leave everything around me and run hard where destiny takes me off towards new adventure. Just became obsessed with non changing hardships of my life.

Furthermore, unaware of such detouring thoughts my body posture became stagnant as sculpture. Really, I was unable to comprehend the demand of my hands which were waiting to grab some intangible things in the air. Suddenly, some beam of light in such darkness lit my hand like a tube-light. Both of my hands got covered with border of amazing silver ray; which stunned all my senses. I kept on gazing it lovingly by changing my head position in semi-circle direction. Don’t know why thereafter I stopped thinking crap and became happy. Thankfully, due to which all negative thoughts got terminated.

Salubrious smile accrued and inadvertently I started chewing the lower part of my lips. Blinked one eye pointing towards sky; where hope for good again enlivened in my heart. Allegations made by my father and special friend expunged from my mind; giving me a sigh of expedient relief.

Clean chit given from the appropriate authority was enough to console me of my stand. It relaxed me enormously. With cushy shake in veranda I sang my favourite song and wiped out my tears.

Returned to my bed and slept unconsciously. Stupid revelation is over but I continued missing someone…

Running Thought...

Donno why I want to run,
In order to chase the susceptibility of changing season,
Sweating hard under the hot Sun,
Now just hate to trust anyone,
Dedicating my fight for some noble concern,
May be known or unknown,
Everyone is equal human under my imagination,
As humanity needs incredible donation,
Elongate ambit of love in your heart for this generous mission,
This war don’t need any gun but can be explored with adorable fun,
Keeping this idea in my psyche – wanna run, run and run…

Miraculous Meeting...

Be with us always

Ambience of religious function was apparent in my vision; some known relatives were busy in extrapolating their silly conversations. Others got ready before hand with their latest wardrobes, using their brain in order to avoid conflicts relating to occupied bathrooms. Like passive pillow, I was lying down at the corner of one bed. Digging out my past and deeply ruminating about someone special. Suddenly one curtly known voice interrupted my thought process, this time it was my Mumma screaming at me. Sandeep get ready for Bhajans, she said. Somehow, I managed to cope with the exigent situation and availed my presence in the function at due time.

Hardly my presence would have made any difference for anyone in the function. But still for Mumma, it matters. First time in my life, I was looking forward for this religious evening. Stifling badly inside my heart, I tried to pretend that everything there was normal for me.

Must say, wound of the most ghastly event of my life was quite new at that stage. Somehow surmounted the unbearable pain incurred due to my brother’s demise. Death people used to call it but for me Bhaiya is always with us. Actually, just few months back, we together enjoyed our time by sharing some casual thought in the same bed and discussed what we’re going to wear for some similar sort of religious function. I started missing him badly just because twitchy thought of not seeing him again was bothering me. This time I again realized that life without him is clueless. As his presence always added extra brio in my personality, it gave me immense confidence and coherent security to present myself positively in any place.

All possible memories crept in at that short span of time. Whether it’s combing of hair or tucking of his shirt in hurry. Stylish walk or roguish glare with animosity, all his activities sizzled in my memory lane. Just everything, I was dying to see it again at that rumination period. Instantly hope enlivened in my heart that he’ll come now somehow and thereafter we’ll proceed together for this function. At such harsh times, dippy self-made instinctive dreams compel us to believe that some miracle is due to happen. We create our own self-made beliefs during such times and force God to make these wishes come true. Emotions surpass purity and become so amazing that our soul automatically soars with feeling of true love.

Keeping above exposition aside, must say that I reorganized my senses thereon to present myself strongly, although my mental status didn’t allowed me to do so. Now, surging and detouring my thinking in all possible dimensions, couldn’t prevent my tears to flow. With full determination I tried to restrain my tears but they found their own way smoothly. Stunned sense and tsunami of tears took me to the world of my own. Again and again I uttered same thing in my prayer to God that I want to meet my brother. Please! Allow me to be with him once. Madness in my pleading and sentimental sensation of my urge to meet my brother got very strong.Without even waiting for my breathing halts, with utmost dedication and warmth in my feelings, I found myself begging for my brother.

Could see many known faces in surrounding environment but at that time of sheer typical mooning, nothing diverted my mind to anywhere. Crying hard before destiny, with honest hope of our meeting, I pleaded continuously. Tears fled consistently, various faces gazing at me but insouciant about any other thought I was truly expecting that my God will allow us to meet today. My contention was if at all my faith is pure and prayers are honest than God you cannot cancel our meeting today.

All sat systematically to commence Bhajan, somehow someone helped me to accommodate in-between the arrangement. Unconsciously with support of wall, slowly I sat down amidst the caboodle of Lord Krishna’s follower. Vibrating with uneasiness, rubbing my back in wall, joining my fingers to make unwanted punch, I continued with my prayer. Don’t know why, even though I knew that it is impossible to happen, pleading for miraculous meeting continued. Stubborn coercive request initiated after some time where I left everything to almighty and started to take his name continuously till the occurrence of our meeting. Moreover, some questions provoked my heart in between to search for the answers of many unanswerable questions.

How can I put fire in the dead body of my brother?

Where is he?

Is there any life beyond life?

Why destiny designs death?

With flow of such bewildering questions; vehemently I restarted praising God, this time without any demand or expectation. I submitted my psyche therein and scudded to take the name of Krishna Bhagwan faster than my heart beats. For me, it was an extra-ordinary experience where no other thought can squeeze in-between to disturb my concentration towards divinity.

Closed wet eyes, anointing my teeth strongly to control fascination and folded fingers to assemble punch depicted that my soul convincingly focused on something vital. Central thrust of such vitality is beyond genuine human comprehension.

Slowly but surely, concentration accelerated with cushy conviction in order to form strong basis for my instinctive demand of meeting. Imbued with purity in feelings, I felicitated with my honest prayer. Unsure of time, sincerely I perpetuated my name repetition task of God without any halt in between.

Wow! Miracle happened. Unaware of my physical body, my soul reached its destination. All in that other world was resplendent. I was able to see everything which my feelings demanded. So, couldn’t restrain my salubrious smile when I met Bhaiya. He was wearing different primitive clothes and was looking more handsome than ever. We hardly used to talk with each other but this time I was unable to restrain my curiosity to ask him so many questions.

Believe me; my happiness soared when I digested his calm responses. Laughing and crying at the same time. He just folded me in his arms and cried lovingly. All there was royal and divine. His bed type instrument, white clothes, and flawless skin with sparkling eyes – all was looking just incredible. He made me sit beside him and I talked continuously. With lots of expression I kept asking him so many questions but he opened his mouth very carefully. His replies are to the point and imbued with lots of intelligible rational. Another incident after that again elevated my merriment.

I never expected this. Just it was beyond me. When Lord Krishna himself arrived there and appreciated the love in our brotherhood. He said – salute to those parents who gave birth to this pure love. Thereafter, he made us dance with him. For me, it was quite comedy to dance in very different kind of music. God has so much love in himself that he himself gave special priority to love than any other feelings. Ohh! How I can forget those delectable edibles. With little bit of shyness, I gulped some. Thanks God.

Again we spent some more time with each other. After sometime someone shaked my body and I lost my concentration. Feathers of peacock moved like pendulum intimating that Bye Bye time is near. Bhaiya at last consoled me by saying everything will be fine, just keep walking in the right path.

Fantastic meeting ended thereafter. Body became so light and pure that it is ineffable to convey what I felt at that point of time.

Must say, God also can’t ignore the pure feelings of human heart. He respect and appreciate it with utmost care. So, keep on increasing love in your hearts. Path of love is difficult and full of obstacles but that feeling of love only make you capable enough to cross that difficult route and make you reach at the unknown divine destination.

I just love the feeling of love. To prevent our self from bad intent of human brains, many a time, we restrict our feelings. No problem with that but one should be brave enough to keep that love and feelings alive where it needed to be.

For me now, life goes on and on with lots of human feelings. Variety of such feelings may surge and change its quantum with time and circumstances. But the most satisfactory feeling felt by human hearts of all time is love. As, it compels me to believe that –

“Love itself is a journey and also the destination of human life.”