Turtle and the Sea

Once upon a time there was a turtle, when he was born at some sea side at  the time when there was a storm going on in the sea; at that time the turtle felt scared of the storm and sea and decided never to go in to the sea to avoid the storm altogether, over next few days and weeks all his friends bid their good bye, went into the sea and started doing things turtles are supposed to and this guy alone choosing to staying  behind

Seasons changed and the time passed and somehow the turtle survived living off the shore. After some time when the mating season came other turtles started visiting the shore again he met again some of his friends. He told them (proudly) that he felt very secure here, the food is in plenty at the shore and he is the star attraction of the people visiting the shore.

One of his old mate and his best buddy kept on hearing patiently and after some time asked him  - I understand you are healthy and happy here, people love you a lot but is that what you really want? Are you really NOT going to enjoy your life due to one storm?

Yes off course storms will come, but they also will pass away as well, Yes there are fishes in the sea which can eat us up, but there are also the most beautiful things in the sea which can NOT even dream to see in your life. You can always remain at the shore being scared but remember it is NOT  up to others to find the meaning of your life from the events happening around but it is only up to you on how you see or perceive them, the devil and the saint are only inside you; it is okay to be scared but it is a SIN to live a life in a shell being scared or something, instead of overcoming the fear and enjoying the god given opportunity… remember it is only up to you on making the choice between “to die daily with fear” or “having one life time in its full beauty, glory and valor"

~lokesh v. (L)

Silsilay

Thandi haawaye gun-gaana raahi hai koi meethi see dhun

Aate jaate pal suna raahe hai kuch puranee afsaane

Yaad aa raahi hai kuch kush-numa beete paloo ki kahaniya

Maan kehta hai - laut chalo beeti paalo kee aashiyaane maine

Par koi kaise samjahyee iss manchale ko

Pal to pal hai – aate jaate hee rehenge

Yeh layenge aapne saath hamesha kuch naayi kahaniya

Yeh Dil bhi hai ek awaara badal

Dhoond hee leega yeh mouski ke naaye aasmaan

Kuch nayi manzile bhi hai palchin kee us par

In sookhe madaano kee aage kar raahi hai intezaar - Zindagi kee kuch nayi haryaliya

Mat rook aapne badte kadmo koo – purane mausamo ki chaah maine

Aur jee lee aapni zindagi aase – jaise jee leete hai ek papihaa

               

Garmiyo ke unfaan ko, taaki phir mast hoo saake - aane waali shabnam kee boondo see

~lokesh v (XLII)

Zinda....

Khawboo ke gulshan maine khil raahe hai phool, to zinda ho tum

           Saaso maine umango kee khusboo hai, to zinda hoo tum

Nazaroo main kal kee sapne hai, to zinda ho tum

            Yaadoo ke jharokee maine milte hai kuch khatte – mithe ehsaas, to zinda hoo tum

 Dekh loo ek baar aapne mazhar kee aakhoo maine

           Dikh jaata hai agar tumhe koi anzaana aapna saa chehraa, to zinda hoo tum

 ~lokesh v (XLI)

Monsoon, Drive, Bangalore and Re-Discovering Life

I think this is as good time as any to accept that I was a lot crankier since the Sunday morning, now don’t ask me the reason – I do not know myself but my suspect it is not getting something which I was expecting this weekend, but not sure…. Any ways moving on, since last two days I was a loose cannon all over place throwing back stinking, acidic bombs of words even on a slight  piece of contempt or disagreement; honest I was not my usual self (I’m may not be a great guy but not that much stinky either…)

Something happened today evening, which helped me in a lot of ways – not a miracle of any kind but was a small event coupled with weather and environment which helped me in being myself again, so here is the my account of the evening…

It was somewhere between 5:30 and 6:00 in evening when I decided to call it a day, wanted to leave a bit early today (the day appears a bit longer when you are feeling cranky isn’t it?). When I came out of the office building was pleasantly surprised that it had just started raining; though it made my task a bit tricky in getting to the parking area as it was a brisk walk of 5 – 7 minutes from the building to the parking bay and I had left my umbrella in the car itself in the morning. Waited there for a sometime to get hold on company umbrella and moved to the parking, raining was not brisk at this time – it was more like a when a girl is flirting with her love, coming near and then holding back again, acting all playful in her own feisty way. Soon after I cranked up the car on the NICE road it started pouring down. The only word to describe it is “mesmerizing”…..

The wind, the drive and the falling rain drops making the knuckling sound took my mind in a new zone. I felt as if rain and the city were the long lost lovers who have met after a long time and they are kissing and hugging each other passionately, rain showering its affection on the city and city embracing it with an immense urge (an urge to be loved). It made is all serene despite all the noise and the tricky driving conditions and over the next 10 mins I felt like my mind is being cleansed by the pouring drops from all the sorrows, frustrations, crankiness, negative energies.

Once I reached at the apartment complex another thing happened…

I parked my car just after entering the complex to buy something from the neighbouring shop. I saw a very old man walking with the help of a stick, holding hands of his granddaughter (she was around 5 years old) trying to stop the cars getting inside the complex with little success, I was not able to stop myself and kept on looking for a minute or two and then noticed that the elderly gentleman was in-fact blind and it was his granddaughter who was trying to stop the vehicles to help her Dadu in getting to the home safely. I have seen all different sorts of emotions in my life but I can honestly say I have not seen an emotion as pure as it was in the eyes of that young kid… Her Dadu was trying to save her but was not able to contribute much as it was still raining and partially due to his physical limitation. I walked up to them and offered them lift in my car to drop them to their respective block, They graciously accepted and during the short drive the elderly gentleman told me his granddaughter had a drawing class just opposite to the complex and he comes with her the everyday which he has not missed for last few months; since the rain came suddenly they are not sure if they can get home due to his limitation and he was worried sick for his granddaughter as well; he son has still not reached home and struck in the traffic and can NOT pick them up.

I stopped my car in the underground parking, next to lift of the tower they lived, took him to the lift while holding his hand and left the place once the lift came and moved upwards….

While moving my car to my parking area I realized how beautiful the moment was – it was not the weather or the rain which made it beautiful; instead it was the love, care and worry in the eyes of both for each other which made the moment special.

Once I reached home, Maa was there with a smiling face and I felt clean – clean from the negative vibes, all the crankiness the lingering headache which was following me for the last few days like a well-trained professional spy. I felt light in the heart, full of life and in love with monsoon and Bangalore all over again…

~lokesh v.(XXXIX)