Protect me than to rejoice

It was April 22nd! People told it is my day… Do I require a separate day? I am the one who showed the living beings about what is day and what is night. If I just stop for a while! The word of celebration is far; even people can’t start up their life. I revolved continuously, that’s why the date could be changed from 21st to 22nd… Animals and plants consider me as divine. Whereas, my most intelligent kid human being found me as a heaven. Only in the words, Killing my children in herds With their chemicals, hitting my bio heart with poisonous sickles. What r u going to achieve by squeezing my nose, stopping my breath and digging my treasure? I was the owner of cores of different lives; those are not similar in any sake. I was the one who saw deluge, destruction of entire specious and the at the same time, the birth of new invention through evolution. I expected a positive revolution with his intelligence. I provided everything for him. I opened up with big heart and revealed all my secrets to assist him to take care of all my children. The leader led well in the beginning. As an account of gratitude, I and my children gave him everything. I made the days to pass without knowing the internal bias. Slowly my kids were started getting abscond, with an eye wink no one was there to depict my bio brand. I was the sum total of biological hot spot. There was no need to identify. You swallowed everything and now searching for my bio hot spots that to with lot of oppositions and politics. I showed my desperation and angry thousand times with deluge, Tsunami and other calamities. You tried to forecast it rather than prevent it. I kept on giving pardon to you by forgiving even your treacherous mistakes like a pious mother. I showed you what is patience and you showed me what brutality is. I am giving shelter, fodder and air for you to live. In turn I am not asking any treasure. No need to help me, but, Please don’t hurt me…” Develop well, that is my consistent will, but never makes my other children to get ill. Protect my ozone and be happy in a safe zone. I have already given you my flesh and bone, But don’t think I am your own. I have crores of children; those are all having the same right to walk on me, to utilize my treasure and to find their livelihood. You are my only kid, who can talk about me. But, remember just talk, implement your ideologies not only for your development but to develop all your siblings. More than thousands of my children have already lost their dynasty. Others are breathing like dead bodies. Give them life. Save who are already on their dead bed. Don’t let other healthy children to die. Please prove you are a human and give the meaning for “humanity” not from your dictionary, but from your behavior. I am the real engineer/doctor/lawyer/literary scholar knowing to protect my other children and to make you as their fodder. But, I am much eager to see you as the real protector with your better safeguarding nature. I also came to know that, more than 192 countries are celebrating my day since 42 years to honour me and to maintain peace over my head. Thanks for celebrating my day… But please make every day as the environmental day, your day, natural living day, Give back my treasure, Save my best creation ‘the Tiger’, Provide all my green kids with chemical-less fodder, Remember, you are not empowered as the animal dictator, I am still here to care, share and to correct, Live and let others to live with pleasure With my same immense blessings “The Earth/nature, Your mother”

The jar is empty; no honey… with chunks of sweet memories

I also wish to make my readers entertaining by expressing happy things. But, may be because of title or because of matters, the title came??? I don’t know, I’ll be always feasted with emotional meals from my almighty. I was a happy sugarcane eating insect inside the thick dark field with my own illusions and confusions. Peeling with teeth, shedding blood to get sweet was my daily routine and was well-satisfied with a small self-declared heaven. I even didn’t dream of getting anything more and was even got addicted to eat the sour. Once my master showed me a honey bottle, which was glittering far away looked like cough seer up with its own transparent cattle. I was really feared to go to it’s near, but my master didn’t listen to me at all and threw me inside the bottle. There was no peeling, no space for blood shedding; however I unknowingly opened my mouth to breathe and tasted it into my tongue. Oh! It was sweet, really sweet Without much energy, much trouble and I thanked my faith Soon, the honey bottle became my world I left everything to be in it forever Everything was well I happily closed my eyes by forgetting all my tears With a dream of spending like this for years. My master, who wanted me to get breath-tight in the bottle, saw my happiness His expectation itself brought him disappointment. What he expected must happen, so he immediately just picked me out of the bottle and threw me beside it. The honey is being completely poured out Who asks its wish or my wish, everything is in money and selfish. If honey may be feeling its freedom or may be feeling bad to leave the bottle and me as well so pretending to be dumb. Anyways! Who will ask me, I am the one who must fit to everything irrespective of my likes and dislikes. I am not strong enough to fight to retain the honey or to live without honey and I never ever gave importance to money. But, now I understand its importance… Yes, still miles to go and thousands to learn. I miss my dearest and nearest friend badly, I never would like to miss her and I want to be in touch with my mind’s clutch, will time really allows me to fetch? Don’t know! Till today, have come across with lot of friends, most of them lost their faith broke with me and few are still with me just for getting something… But she is the only one who filled confidence with me and left her strong footprints in my heart within a short span of time. From tomorrow I can’t see her directly, but her footprints, table, cabin, lunch spot… everything makes me to feel her presence and I pray god to give me one more such chance to be with her and I swear that, I’ll never miss it again. I miss u my friend….

Calm at home in the feest of love

Sleepless night, Feelings with fight, Memories haunting without allowing forgetting, Yes, I was on my way home by thanking my fate. It was early in the morning somewhere near 4.30. The city was sleeping by wearing misty bed sheet till the neck and was waiting to get the weight of thousands of her children to land on her head; coming from faraway places to fill the empty spaces. The beauty, which I didn’t find… no! Which I ignored earlier unveiled to question me How I dare I could leave this heaven! Greenery over the roadside, river flowing with tranquility, fresh air, pure soil fragrance were ready to well come their kids for the festival. I was frequently checking out the map just to calculate the KMs and the most tragic thing was that, the map was not at all showing less KM distance. The map was perfect, but it was my emotions’ impact. This was not the first time, I was returning to my home. But, this was the first festival, which I attended after leaving my home. All the time used to wait, work tiredness with schedule tight; everything got vanished just at my father’s sight at bus stand waiting for me since 45 minutes by leaving his sleep. The city was empty with fewer vehicles, they are not native… But, the thousands those came from different areas going home with lot of hope. This is not the situation of one city. The day of holiday commencement and sealment will be like this. The city witnesses huge amount of humans over the road with huge amount of vehicle getting their load. Whatever spent at home with love, eating, celebration, valuable time spending, emotional blending… everything becomes precious memories with an empty, inevitable, likeless like aboard? I can just take the saying here “Woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep Miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep”.

Good ones are still there

Dear readers, this is the continuation of my previous post “reason to return”, which completely depicted the real picture of a holiday expecting metro city. But, this story is highly different and definitely serves good meals for all, as it happened at a faraway place, My lovely place, Where I spent my childhood days. My city’s name is Shimoga, which is 250 KMS away from the capital city. It’s neither a village, nor a metro. But, my city is on the lap of a river named Thong by decorating herself with Western Ghats at her head, temples and sacred places at her chest and the entire natural environment as her dress. My city is a blend of features of nature, where the nature reveals her beauty and beast as well. I’ll definitely write a separate post about my city in future by explaining all her features. To talk about Ugadi, I can’t forget my city. So just gave an introduction… The city gives special effect to the festival with its rear vegetables, fruits, leaves and all. But, for me the festival was not as special as other fests. Because this fest always used to come on the eve of my examinations. My school used to held exams after all and this fest used to give a day for my study. Promptly, I used to be busy over studying, as it is a complete holiday that by wearing a new dress and to eat meal with exam stress. But, this is my first Ugadi which really brought Pallavi (Spring/greenery) inside my mind. I went home by leaving the wild busy metro city. As I have already shared earlier, I too could get an arrangement in the herd of sheep to leave without knowing what will happen on the eve. Roads were rushed with traffic, hostels were empty, houses were seen with shut doors and the half of the city was on the road. I too managed to reach the station with one and half of hour of drive in the crowded traffic. The bus was full and the station was dull, seats were reserved and remaining was requesting to be served. My mind was filled with excitement and curiosity just by praying god to fill my next seat with a female person. It was not only with me, but the entire bus was with such prayers. How much applications the god can take tell me? We were scolding the system of reservation without any other alternative situation. The state government has provided online reservation facility for bus tickets and also has an option to mention as “single lady”. But the column has become useless, as it’s just filled without any special privilege or use. Whoever comes for next reservation process will get the next seat of single lady only and I could see lot of such persons who were inevitably sitting with stranger men without any security. Some were begging for the men to get adjusted by exchanging the seats and were getting negative responses. Fortunately a girl came and requested me that, she doesn’t know who is there in my next seat and she will sit with me by requesting that exact passenger by telling her fate. My friend who dropped me was very happy and left me with a relaxing smile. God couldn’t take up my application and a man who looked like a middle aged uncle came to sit in seat just told that girl to get up by knocking the seat with a beat. She was speechless and just left with her finger press. I was shut with lot of worries in my heart. I didn’t know what to do! All my readings, listened stories others’ words just went over the screen of my mind. But there was no other way to do; my nest was calling me with its glittering hands too. Tried to make myself secured inside the blanket by pretending to be procured by taking cell phone from my pocket Searched to pin my charger into a socket and it was also not there to hit me like a racket… All my worries were wiped out just with his single speech. The words which were put into my mind from others, “all wrong things about co-travelling men” were vanished. I could see my father in him, who cared for me a lot with his pure heart. Made me comfortable by sitting far away, making adjustment and without any contemptment. Travelled five hours with him like a small kid having excitement of reaching home as well. He was very good, who even told other passengers to take care of me, as I am a lonely girl before getting into his stop. I didn’t talk to him much, didn’t ask for his contact details, didn’t even say good bye. He too didn’t try to talk with me at all. Unexpected care always makes you happy know? It doesn’t mean that, because of one case I will change my entire opinion, which is not advisable as well. But, I’ll definitely thank him and I know it will not reach him. But in my mind with divine daughterly kind. But I would like to really thank him for his care and concern and the god took my application with an intention to teach me a lesson. My pure gratitude to the silent helper and request for his blessings and will definitely pray god to give such mindset to all men over the world…

Reason to return

Days are passed, months are over, year is completed, Yes, we have successfully completed the Samvathsara {yer} aser the Indian calendar and have celebrated its beginning with the festival of "Ugadi". It is the festival of all without any particularity of god and worship; it is the celebration of nature, which is wearing new green dress by throwing her old yellow atire. Happy singing nightingale, Raw mangos everywhere, green leaves in the plants, green grass on the lands! Happy season for the birds, cherping and dancing with their herds! These are the atmosphere status,which should be there during this season and we all have witnessed it. Especially, i have evidenced in a wider way, as my home was in the outskirts and my college was on the lap of nature. I stillremember the days, when i used to st alone in the outyard and college campus jst by listening to the birds in the cool breeze to forget all my despirations and to have new dreams. Nature was my medicine to cure all my worries, the greenery used to fill sping in my mind as well. Days are passed now... No nightingale, no greenery, no breeze! stucked inside a prison freeze, making myself to get squezed... In the metro city, runing like a machine with electricity, forgetting all the capacity and capabilities, just like a robot doing the same routine with time stroke... still there is a ray of hope and light in this busy schedule as well... :) Thats none other than going back to home in the name of festivals... because they are the only bridges, thosedrag me towards home. Not to celebrate, but spend the holidays. It is the trends now a days to go away for miles over the holidays. Some goes to trucking, some others for travelling and the remaining crowd to their mother city like a marrie woman to her mother's home. This mother land returners outrage the number of all other people and these faces resemble the imigrant birds returning to their nests. Nest! really a nest and always ready to test... Yes, getting eservation itself is a big head ache. The person who gets reservation is like a king winning the batle. there are lakhs of buses and lakhs of railway arrangements. But, what to do!!! there are crores of population waiting to board. The entire travelling stations looks like a ditched spot, where people are struggling to leave it immediately and to go to the heaven. The cit which gave shelter, food and water till that day and city which has to again give the same thigs just after 2/3 days is at the highest hatred status n the hearts. I too went to my home along with this big crowd like a sheep... It was a nice blended experience explines about a sub-urban and metro living and don't worry, i'll definitely tell you ... but in my next post... keep guessing