Mystery of life and death


What do we make of life? It’s a never-ending mystery that we shall never be able to understand as we try to dig deeper when things happen that way to us and our loved ones. As human beings, we are confined to our comfort zone and live in an oyster of sort. It’s quite a selfish way to live comfortably where we wouldn’t feel the pain of others going through some sort of ordeal or the very fact of losing someone. I mean, there is very little that we can do, except being sympathetic or emphatic. Till, it happens to us.

The pain, hurt or angst of losing someone close to us. Trust me, it gets very painful to cope with unexpected death of someone, whom we love and as we look at the picture of the person, smiling and happy, we just can’t accept the fact that he is gone for good. It comes a shock to our soul when two weeks back, the person was alive, vibrant and kicking. Or, when we last met the person whom we held in high regard for his achievements and turning the tide. We are in awe and the time we meet, we wouldn’t think that perhaps the next day, the person would be no more.

Life and death are mystery that we shall never be able to understand. It’s not in our faculty to do that. Death is a very painful and a hard fact to accept in life. It can tear the heart and soul part. It’s such a painful change and if we are not properly equipped, it not only turn our world upside down but drains us physically and emotionally. Do we sit and ponder about such things? I bet most of us don’t. Honestly, I’ve never done this. We tend to take our loved ones for granted and then one day, we realize that they are no more. What remains with us are memories and their voices that keep ringing in our ears. Perhaps, they send a signal that they are very close to us, at a touching distance that we cannot see since we are attached emotionally and can’t see the love that they send to us. Why do they make us cry so much after they are gone?

Things like the soul lives forever or pray for them to rest in peace stop making sense altogether for we are angry with them for departing without telling and to God for being so brutal. You feel that your world has stopped and suddenly not feel like doing anything, just sitting idle and lacking in enthusiasm for you are reminded every now and then that the person is no longer here. It’s not something that many are ready to believe and accept. Again, we can’t feel the pain of the departed closest kin, like mother, siblings and better half. How painful it must be for them!!

Our equation with the person matters the most. I believe that the soul is eternal and lives forever, as a protective guardian that looks after us as well as perhaps visiting every now and then. It suddenly makes sense and at times, not at all. It shudders one, thinking that we will never be able to see the person physically or speaking to them. Time heals our wounds but it hurts when we think about it.

Love

V

Curly curly romance


Untold tale of love;

The season to go crazy over the curly hair,

twisting the heart like a melodious tune;

Haunted by the stresses,

maketh the heart goes cuckoo and swinging in the air.

Heart beat beats faster like the rattling wheel of train.

Craving for a conversation seems like winning the lottery ticket,

a faraway dream.

When it happens,

one feels like worshiping the curly hair.

Romance has a name,

very curly curly.

Love

V

 

 

Dreams and the paper boat


Sailing smoothly in the gentle sea water,

the hand made paper boat sways to the sound of wind and breeze.

Crafted with love and care, it echoes dreams and language of the heart.

It represents aspirations, hope and stuffs dreams are made of,

travelling to faraway place where no man or woman

has reached in the midst of the storm.

It may be destroyed and crushed into pieces by the furious water,

yet it

like the heart broken into several pieces,

dreams and hope may suffer but will always stand tall for they cannot be broken.

Its architect’s vision and thinking cannot be broken,

shattered it may be at times,

yet the doer shall etch thousand dreams and swim passionately against the tide.

Believe in dreams.

 

 

Patch of cloud


Patch of cloud sits cosily on the radiant blue sky;

Gazing at the outburst of nature,

one wonders on the message sent from heaven?

Will deluge or mayhem strike?

Is it the announcement of the extraordinary to strike?

Rainbow hues hiding somewhere,

thunder and lightning lost in translation,

playing with the mind;

A stroke of maelstrom,

gently striking the mind and soul;

Our heart flutters gently and reaches a crescendo within span of seconds;

How can we be one with the sky and cloud!

A herculean task to decipher the unknown power!

Better not tread this path

for unexplained beauty should radiate on its own.

 

 

 

A colorful bride, vibrant India


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Decked in colors echoing her existence,

the bride marvels at her identity symbolizing beauty and chaos.

Grand and majestic,

she is the symbol of the rich nation.

Saffron, white and Green.

Her identity and ours.

Diversity of language, rich heritage and various ethnic groups, communities makes us shine in colors.

She is Mother India.

Adorns with pride, for her children worship her existence,

her face sparkles at the showing of emotions,

vibrant and alive,

where caste, class, race or sex is no barrier.

There is only One.

It’s called India.

Jai Hind

Happy Republic Day

 

Reeling under shock: Bhaiya sudden death


Death, like life, is shrouded in mystery.

The heart knows no reason,

when you hear your loved one is no more.

Someone you regard as a father figure,

a selfless human,

who changed your life.

You owe that person a debt that you cannot pay.

May be in heaven!

The brain cannot work as you fail to comprehend why it happened.

His tall figure of walking towards,

laughing, joking and chiding you for silly mistakes,

It’s hard to come to terms with this grim reality.

You curse everyone,

the advanced medical facilities that failed to save him,

destiny and God!

Till we meet again.

Dear friends,

Bhaiya (elder cousin) passed away today. I was shell shocked on hearing his sudden demise. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening and faith is visibly shaken. I grew up in front of him and he has always been so proud. Remember last time, I met Sudhir Bhaiya he proudly showed his wife articles I wrote in the magazine, saying ‘See Vishal’s name.’ There are so many memories associated with Bhaiya. It’s a terrible Monday and perhaps, the worse day in my life this year. Always ready to give and selfless, he made differences in the lives of people. When Dad passed away, Bhaiya funded the final year of my Master’s degree I was reading in Mumbai. In today’s times, people don’t do it for their own siblings. I can never repay this gratitude. You see someone that nothing wrong can ever happen to them for they are always brave and gives you the confidence, the next day they are gone. I cannot fathom this situation, so far from reality for you know when things are bad, be it a health ailment, you go to him-He is an eminent Doctor in London-he gives you the confidence that makes every single worry disappear out of thin air. I will write about him for I have lots to tell, some day, on the blog.

Pray for his soul people and may he rest in peace in his new journey. Your wishes needed for the family.

V

 

 

 

When Sunny Leone knocks out Bhupendra Chaubey


Journalist Bhupendra Chaubey is a sorry tale misogynist but he showed what a product of fine art he turned into by getting an aphrodisiac, kinda mental orgasm by his over emphasis on the word sex. A three letter word he was so obsessed equating it to Sunny Leone in his ill researched, botched up and shoddy interview. You know the story right, it fell flat on his face.

Image source: Sunny Leone Facebook page/https://www.facebook.com/sunnyleone/?fref=photo

 

How this shoddy piece of journalism emboldened by Chaubey whose sole aim was to put down Sunny Leone for 19 minutes boomeranged on his face! I am no fan of Sunny Leone. I don’t google her like millions nor I go gung ho when her movies are released. But, have to give her credit for her poise, dignity for standing tall in the interview and she came with flying colors. A blockbuster worth more than 100 crores clubs.

Sunny Leone is not shy in calling herself an entertainer and rightly so, when her movies are lapped by thousands or her pictures googled by millions. She has a past like most of us do but what touches us is how she owns it. Plenty of guts, she has, for there are very few who would not discard it. Respect to her when quizzed on porn movies she acted in the past, “I was never molested or abused.” The former ‘Porn Queen’ said it loud and clear that she never claimed of being haunted by her past. She emerged as the real winner in this interview designed to strip her dignity as a star and more so, as a human being. There are so many things we can learn from the lady.

Was Chaubey getting a mental ejaculation with his over emphasis on words like porn, sex or corrupting Indian minds and accusing Sunny of being a threat to women. Read it, you’ll get it: The danger of having her as ‘brand ambassador of new India’. Oh! seriously Mr Chaubey! Who said she is the brand ambassador? A homework badly done with ingrained prejudice against someone who is working hard and makes me wonder what was the agenda of the journalist. It’s a blot to journalism and this guy doesn’t honor the noble professional at all. Shameful or disgusting would be a misnomer to describe this guy. It’s such a perverse attitude. Does the guy marvel at porn in private? Or, he has become some moral authority! I wouldn’t mind Arnab Goswami at all when faced with Chaubey. How I wish of having a vote button.

The guy, throughout the interview, felt airy smugness.  Poor fella! He was beaten at his own game by Sunny Leone who stood her ground with self respect. Brave would be an understatement. She was being herself and didn’t freak out by trading insults. That’s the mark of a respectful person. A strong willed woman who slapped the guy her own way, ‘I don’t want your husbands and I have no reason to hate you. I don’t get frazzled by negativity.” It’s quite something, Mr Chaubey or you are too plain stupid to realize that you lost your face.

It doesn’t calm the enthusiasm of Chaubey hitting below the belt and showing his knowledge about lowering of fine arts and repeating the word ‘regret’ for being a porn star. He doesn’t stop here and oft repeats the word ‘item girl’. How he shows his ever expanding vocabulary. Mind you! He turns into an expert, quantifying the direct relationship between Sunny Leone and porn viewing in India. The porn industry will be very happy in having him as a consultant on how to make it sell. And, he brings Aamir Khan into picture to make it the Baap of all interviews. He was so deft at the subject and boasting on doing the homework that he was clueless on Sunny Leone career span in the industry.

What’s wrong in being an entertainer in the industry? I ask myself. One may or may not endorse someone’s choice which is perfectly fine but such kind of ingrained sexism and acting like some messiah of public morality reeks of ludicrousness and fucked up morality. The guy completely lost it and kept on harping unabashedly where the sole aim of the interview was to put the actor down. Hats off Sunny Leone for conducting herself with so much dignity and for sure, she has earned herself more admirers by standing her ground. She nailed it when she asked, “Do you want me to walk out? That’s power and respect. Insults doesn’t need to be traded with insult or shouting. Sunny Leone taught us an important lesson.

V