Stochastic Cerebrations

Sometimes, silence is the best way to console someone and becomes the greatest source of strength The sunlight was as soft as a baby's skin, cool breeze tickling like a feather, elixir of life dripping from heaven on the Gulmohar in front of her.She was sitting under a thatch waiting for her friend. Just then, her phone rang. Regaining her senses, she noticed the number being displayed on the screen. An unknown number. Who could it be? Call center may be? She answered the call. The voice was somber. In another 10 minutes, it all happened. She was rated as the poorest performer of her prestigious team. Her spirits had a free fall. All of a sudden, the happiness of the surrounding was replaced by the lugubriousness. Expression of indifference and frustration devastated the smile.Facing away from her friend, whom she could hear asking innocent questions. She sat there, staring at the tree in front of her. The phone was disconnected, but she was still pretending to be on call.

Marshes, pits and light air had embraced him and his thoughts. Oscillating between fantasy and the real world, his soul was being eaten away as his past was dawning upon him. The bearer of demented thoughts attacked him, challenging his happiness. All that which mattered - life, love, relation etc as he knew it, were now in a way being demolished. With the feeling that the cosmos was crashing down on him, he woke up. He saw his surroundings - scattered clouds emblazoned vividly. Like the phoenix, the sun emerged from his dungeon of thoughts, the breeze washed away the dementors of the night. The trees which once looked like a giant monster with multiple limbs were now appearing as the most sensational creation of god. With the birds choiring up their symphony, he was pushed into another dream. Cavorting of people outside the window lifted him out of his dream and then he saw someone. There was stranger who was with him all along, bearing an affectionate smile. The eyes of the

It was an unusual winter evening, she was sitting at the corner of a semi-frozen lake, looking at the patches of water with her panoptic eyes. I was on the other side of the lake, sitting on a bench under a maple tree, trying to write something but she took a majority of my attention. I could see her nose inhaling the intoxicating air from the lake. There were people in front of us, trying their luck at fishing. Without any expression - be it sadness or happiness, she was staring at the lifeless lake. I again tried to resume my writing but my eyes kept on looking at her. The sun was in its final stage of descend, the darkness had spread its arms, engulfing the complete surrounding. I could see apparitions of those walking around the lake, couples probably. There was no sunset in the corner of the lake, yet there was something in the whole environment, which made it picturesque. I collected my stuff, packed my bag and started to walk towards the other side of the lake. A few f

With what started as a sun lit day, was now a battle ground of wind and rain. He got out of his college and ran towards his car. The zephyr and the raindrops were enough to uplift his mood. The torrential rain made it very difficult for him to open his eyes, to get a glimpse of the darkness surrounding him. The words of his mentor -"The best things in life are the unseen, that’s why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream.” flashed in front of him. He began to reflect, how could he miss another exquisite thing, which he happened to notice today? But then, all these beautiful moments of life which keeps on happening at regular intervals never last for a long time and probably that is biggest and most abrasive reality of life.  Realizing that he had romanced enough with nature, he got into the car and with shivering hands, turned it on.  In life, We change our priorities according to the situations. His top priority of romancing with the nature or returning home was now r

Imagining  of tracking down the shadow of this wilderness within Imagining  of the hollow, void abyss existing behind a blossoming flower.  Imagining  of the leaves laden pathway hiding layers of memories Imagining  of strolling on the maple way revisiting the memories Imagining  of the gates keeping back floods  of different sorts Imagining  of this universe brimming into a splendiferous bowl  reserved, served and deserted. Imagining  of my fingers as tower of hanoi,  adorned with zodiac of different colors Imagining  about not Imagining  anymore?

It seems like it was just yesterday that I came running to my mom and said "Maa, that was my work, she copied mine!" ..Mom in her own unique way - "Copying is not good X" and that's how I was introduced to copyrights for the first time. Through the kindergarten, school-life, the act of protecting my own creations kept on amplifying and I remember there used to be many fights, whenever somebody was caught copying. Then during the 'enchanting' exams, we actually defend our secrets - be it some formula, theorem or even the complete answer from others. We succeed to a great extent,  but considering that man is a social animal and we should do good for the society by helping others in exams, is somehow unsocial. Well, Rome wasn't built in one day, how can we expect maturity to! Then, we reach the stage of transformation! College life, Oh yeah! A complete transformation of our characteristics - the good, the bad and the ugly. Like a cactus standing

Its not dull, dry or lifeless! Everything has its own beauty, depends on how we see it, I argued. I have always loved nature in no matter what form it exists. Be it the chirpy, blossoming spring or pathway covered with leaves - Autumn or sweaty Summer or even snow covered yet mesmerizing winters, Every season has its own beauty. Canines, Felines, Stars - I have always loved them. Looking at trees, is one activity on which I've pondered numerous times and questioned what all it has seen in its life time. Whether it exists as the only soul in the middle of no-where or remains as an unacknowledged life in the hustle bustle of urban areas, it makes it presence felt at some point in time. What I question the most is what is it like to have to show your inner self, time and again, to those who are seeing and are not being ashamed of who you are. Those who look are either appreciating the beauty of a bare tree as imperfect as gaseous molecules in a container or they notice something

Disclaimer:  All characters appearing in this work are not fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is not meant to be derogatory to anyone. I owe a lot to those whom I am referring in this post. It is because of them I've achieved many things in life. Just random observations and nothing else.  A very big thank you to all  my professors, guides, institutes -  student life would not have been possible without these good, inspiring and knowledgeable people. Right now, I am just 40 days away from entering a new life - corporate life.  Student life - especially the one in college is the most cherished, fun filled period in a one's life. Roaming inside the campus, reaching late in the class/exam, studying on the night before the exam, hanging out with friends, gossiping about batch mates and not to forget faculties, bunking lectures to catch up on some movie/food/sleep or anything..all are such liberation filled feeling known

O discovery of Newton I bow to you Recognizing your ability I beg you to spare me please Ignoring my plead, you son of a guy As my nosey keeps on running, it keeps on humming I am a sniper, using my nose I shoot liquid, so swiftly I discard I keep on targetting, but can this be undone? My nosey keeps on running, it keeps on humming I pop pills, I take steam, because I am a nincompoop Is it a cabal, I wonder laying on a mucus pool Those scoops of ice creams, those bottles of soft drinks I plead for mercy As my nosey keeps on running, it keeps on humming I get nostalgic childhood days keep on flashing When I pledged "I would not touch them again" I won't have cold beverages or food I would scream if you take me to a doctor  Ohh please mother, don't scold me further I'll be a good son As my nosey keeps on running, it keeps on humming

Possessing a precious diamond is something beyond you've ever imagined. You want to keep it no matter how hard it is. Imagining yourself without it, you become possessive, vulnerable and protective. You put in a herculean efforts and never realize how much of yourself you're letting go just to let that diamond stay in your life.  The moment, when it starts to feel that you're trying just too hard to keep it, you realize all your hard work was just to delay that "exit" a bit. Its something which was destined to happen but somehow you were able to shift it to a later date. If I may compare, then it's like the sand - the tighter I tried to close the fist, the more quickly it slips away..is it because destiny has a rigid mindset or was it because of my carelessness? I again pick up the sand from the ground, try to hold it in fist but I realize that it's not sand's mistake that it wants to slip away and experience freedom..probably I was suffocatin

Though its not a comprehensive list,  I must have missed out on so many of the little good things which keeps our life going and makes us smile.. here are a few from my life...  - Dark chocolates - bar or truffles, ravened down by me in hardly 5 mins .  - Shot of coffee(xpresso or cappuccino)  - Shopping spree without any reason  - Surprise gifts for my loved ones without any occasion  - Cleaning up the study table drawer - treasure hunt in a way  - Listening to Linkin Park, Sufi, Trance and music which has a soothing effect and uplifts the mood  - Gossiping with friends about anything under the sun  - The unplanned visit to the market with friends  - Cribbing for caramel popcorn and missing the beginning of a movie  - Enjoying the comical satire of few friends.  - Observing people and professors, and enjoying their antics.  - Experimenting with my hairstyles which are at times weird,yet that doesn't deter me from doing so.  - Reading a book with a cup

The monotony transports as dawn turns to dusk,  Clock ticks, and you don't know, lives change  We exchanged glances, and something else Which was yours became mine  and you became the owner of what I had  You made me poor by plenty  Yet I had your thing which made me rich  With the bag full of weightlessness  I wander over the green lands, the cold sands  Under the star lit night, All I have to is fight  Its today and so, time and tide  And yet I am unaware  The monotony is busy;  Mortals get lost, mired in one other  Only to find themselves resting in a grave  Like at the end of a tiring day.

This might be an all together non sense post for some but right now, the swing which I am on has its own jukebox featuring a mixed bag of emotions, thoughts. The lyrics capture all of these in a way that only I can understand or someone who has seen me in spring and autumn. "Dream Send me a sign  Turn back the clock  Give me some time  I need to break out  And make a new name  Let's open our eyes  To the brand new day" "And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky, I'll make a wish send it to heaven then make you want to cry The tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty. That we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of The highest power. In lonely hours. The tears devour you" "And when we pass each other once again Then I will recognise my true friend And we are two friends lost in time When your eyes are passing mine I see we've been through so much in our lives We are two friends so in love

Silence pays off. So will mine. The only journey ostensible here is the postponement.... Freakishness isn't malefic.In a irrefutable regard, which is so rare it's deplorable,It may be embraced as a unique power over others. But I didn't say am supernatural!! I'm another lame fish. Another Gemini Pisces in the pullulate of a jillion; waiting formy voice to surface - when it will surmount it's helpless, Overwhelmed self and rise,with all due elegance, much higher than this laterally infinite sea of unintelligibility - to stall higher than the highest - to gain and take on the supremacy.Invigorated, I commence... now with greater vigor. I have acquired and encapsulated aroundmyself - a glass shield. A One way glass, you may not know what goes on in the inner depths of my With my mind,filled with perspicaciousness but I know you're out there...I now know what power I have, and limited though it may seem, I feel quite otherwise - for power is impalpable, hence

A house of dreams I built one day A house in which my days were rapturous and jovial But good things always face the tornado, they say that should not fall out on me, I used to pray But fate that something else in store Something in it's not so good form Eroded my home with a great storm I began losing hope I began thinking about my tattered dreams For my dreams were all lying here and there With heavy tears in my eyes, fear and doubts in my mind I began collecting the dreams  With a hope and determination to build the house again Small, Beautiful and Strong  yet large enough for me to store my happiness along with others I start ..with the same foundation as earlier.. with crutches I'd never used before

Books, like friends who operate the steering wheel of our lives and assist us to explore more about self. With that thought in my mind, I generally pick up a book, read it and try to relate myself to it. Depending upon the story, I end up feeling light, happy, inspired or heavy , disgusted or sad. It is only after that I might decide whether the book is a friend or not. One book that I read in recent times is ‘34 bubblegums and candies’ by Preeti Shenoy.  When I first saw the book, the title intrigued me.   Not many of us can actually recollect incidents, which leave us ecstatic or  discombobulated or happy or sad or even as blank as an A4 sheet. The author pens everything in an interesting way. It's like a cocktail of all such feelings and emotions spread across 34 incidents from the author's life. The author describes life as a bubblegum or a candy which she says, is to be savored without following a handbook but with the unconditioned tactfulness to figure out how t

Pain is temporary , quitting lasts forever - Lance Armstrong Associations. We all are good at making one. Cricket - Sachin Tendulkar, Formula 1- Michael Schumacher, WWE- The Rock/Undertaker, Golf - Tiger Woods, Tennis - Roger Federer, Tour de France - Lance Armstrong. Tour de France is an annual multi-stage bicycle race primarily held in France and extends a bit to the neighboring countries. Armstrong is a former professional road racing cyclist. He held the record of winning seven consecutive Tour de France. But in 2012, Armstrong was banned from professional cycling for life and all his racing results were disqualified for using performance enhancing drugs. Recently, I read the book, Every Second Counts - Lance Armstrong and Sally Jenkins.  The book picks up exactly from where his first book, It's not about the bike left off. The book covers his life after he won the 2nd Tour de France in 2000.  After reading the first book couple of years back, I wa

There are times when you hear a song in a TV series and get hooked onto it instantly. While watching Lie To Me season 1, one song which struck chord was Four Seasons In One day - Crowded House. The song is about how everyday is a surprise. It's about  change and growth. Something can be so perfect one minute, and then totally shitty the next. It's about taking things as they come and dealing with them, each, different day can bring anything your way.   Anyways, here is the song..

Nagpur/Nagpore/Nagpoor -  winter capital of Maharashtra(yes it is not in Madhya Pradesh!), a fast growing metropolis and probably the third largest city in the state. The city got it's name from a serpentine path flowing tributary of Kanhan river. Just as amusing as the name and its history is, the city too will never let you down especially when it comes to amusement - from being a chaotic city at 7.45pm to a dead city by 8.15pm. I think, you've now got a sense of amusement less the park. But, no hard feelings Nagpur :) Okay, so having spent almost 2 years in this amusing city, one is bound to get bored and look for sources of entertainment. The city has a few movie theatres - all big brands - Inox, PVR, Big Cinemas, Cinemax. Impressed aren't you? But to ruin the freshly baked impression consider the reality - No shows for hollywood movies in English after the 1st week of release, No caramel popcorns, you'll start believing that Queue and Q are the same and last bu

There are times when you enter the restricted area of your brain and not to your surprise there's always something which you encounter for the first time. Knowing what a ghoulish irresistible impulse feels like is not at all a good thing. Malady, parasite, fumigation, corrosion. Mouth full of Gabardine, brain as solid as a rock. A heart with the fate of the titanic, oozing corruption, a suppurating intrusion from within, a hebetudinous force on the supercilium and an impregnable pressure in the back regions of the vessel which possesses the brain. Rooting like a momentaneous caprice, as dizzy as the air, but failing to go. It sticks, it stays and it STAYS! It auspicates no delight and becomes the commander in chief, and to whom you might just give right in. You might do everything to save you from this - eat that whole bar of dark chocolate, dial that one number or search a prohibited chest to handle things you're not supposed to know. You might also cringe, go right in

Just a single instant from my past If I could hold it close forever Just to make that instant last forever I'd put the instant in a locker within my heart's dwelling Opening it when I want to for it'll be me who would have the key I'd be able to choose a time for being rhapsodic I'd be able to choose a time for having fun A time that tried me through everything I've done Sitting and remembering about that instant, which will make me smile an instant which would push me, to walk that extra mile An instant to kick me out  if I'm feeling sad and depressed I'd just go to the locker and watch my instant through. There are instants which I can think of There are instants which I cannot forget Instants that would lift my emotions every single time Instants which I gathered when there was an uphill battle when the road was hard to climb. I've gathered up a heap instead Picking up that one instant  to ch

The uncle who called me meethalal or the kindergarten kid who showed me the wonder in elementary things? Or the poor soul who offered not only food to you but also the shelter when you were lost. Or a wealthy determined person who showed me the power of will, the power of self belief?  The old lady, short in height but possessing a high degree of calm and composure who helped me get back my mind yesterday? Or the Cabbie who told me that my smile could light up the world? A stranger who just happened to travel on the same path as you are or a friend who touched your heart in so many ways, when you thought you lacked one to touch.  Angels, can be anyone, they come in various packages - sizes, shapes, skin, cool footwear with ethereal wings etc.They might have dimples with an invisible halo above. Some have wrinkles with frickles. Some are white, some are black. As a master of disguise, Cool footwear with ethereal wings they come in your life - be it a friend, a teacher, p

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