Sunday, January 29, 2017

Ghats


I am quite often asked, "What is there to like so much in Ghats?"

And I choose not to answer. Rather I feel it all, how ghats are where one can watch so many variation merging together. You see a painter, a flutist, that amma selling those colorful handwoven toys, those packs of recurring travellers from every corner of the world, plenty of photo enthusiasts, cows and cats and dogs in all their glory, college kids utilizing their bunk, and amid them all, an observer. I sometimes love to be just that. Taking in the chatters and the silence, the sound of prayers from that temple a few ghats away, and that serenity on the face of that lady by the river, the aroma of that aloo tikki frying near by as people finish off their nth kulhad of tea and head towards the chaat stall. I feel it all, and choose not to answer.


-Srishti

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Such a mess, Happiness.



Why is there always such a hype about Being Happy? Why don’t we just treat it as just another emotion? Not fair with all the others in count.
You are functioning normally, lying down on the couch, flipping through senseless TV channels, gobbling those delicious chooda-matar, when the cellphone goes *bling*
“Bio Psychology marks are out!”…and you gulp down the morsel down your throat. Wiping that little grease on the finger onto your pyjamas, you type “Why? Can’t they see us happy?”
And there, in a moment, you switch from a normally breathing chooda-matar eater to a panic stricken, sad…ummm..chooda-matar eater (why give up on the food, eh?)

What I actually tried to build up there is why can’t being happy come as easily as being sad, being heartbroken, being hungry, being sleepy, or Being Human (as they say) does!
In whatever way I can understand, I see it being exactly that easy. I mean don’t you just feel your senses take a jump when you hear your favourite song playing? Or when you are passing by a path in hills, and a view attracts you such that you keep straining your neck to look at it till it is out of your range. That, fellow human, is your Happiness. See, right there screaming to be noticed! In your mother's caress, in a baby's grin, in your lover's voice. Right there. :)
Actually, let me guess. What bothers is that it doesn’t stay. Well, that is what this whole living life is all about. Transitions in emotions. If not anything, we can be happy with the fact that not even sadness always stays? ;)

P.S. I was happy just about 10 minutes back that I am finally writing a blog after, what it is, centuries? Done with it. Now? :(
Also, Happy New Year, all of you there! Hope you have already broken all those resolutions.

P.P.S. For my class-mates reading this, no the marks aren’t out. Chill.

Till next time, cheers!

-Srishti :)


Friday, May 13, 2016

Reflections: A-Z Challenge 2016







I had been only slightly aware about the A-Z Challenge for quite some time now, it just so happened that I never attempted to go beyond my knowledge and actually take part in it, until this year.
So one day, visiting my blog after what seemed like ages, I came across a fellow blogger’s post on Theme Revelation for this year’s challenge. I promptly texted her and gathered whatever I needed to know about the challenge, and there I could see my blog breathing again!
Stating it all frankly, the very reason to sign up for this challenge was to refresh my blog. Plus, to write, something I had been away from quite long. Now, a little background check and you’d know that I am the last person on this earth you can expect to be punctual and completing a challenge. And I yet again proved the former, but at last I managed to complete the challenge. One winning moment that was! :D
Honestly, about a week into it, and I felt my inconsistency kicking in. A lot of times in the month, I failed to think of a topic in time. At the same time, a lot many ideas came up at unusual times. The latter gave me immense boost. I had decided I wouldn’t just write anything, I had to mean it. And so the delays. I surely can’t be certain that I’d take up the challenge next time too, but irregularity is the area I need to work upon, along with reading more blogs, something I was held back from doing due to reasons. Whatever little glance I managed to throw around the blogs, I was mighty impressed by the ideas and themes people came up with. Creativity is always influencing.

If asked about any suggestions regarding the challenge, I don’t really find myself fit for the response. I’d rather appreciate the effort that goes into engaging so many blogs. It is absolutely commendable. Also, it is such a good exercise without really getting into the stress of a competition.

The whole word-ly journey from A-Z was quite enhancing in a way that it made me renew my way with words. I discovered being good with expressing in a few lines. I really loved that.
All in all, A-Z Challenge is to be thanked for pushing me to write so much. In fact, it was during this time that I crossed my 100th post. Too soon, no? :P


Till next time,

-Srishti :)



Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Will You Be My Best Friend?



Some 11 years back, our family shifted from a small (but beloved) town Gorakhpur, to a somewhat bigger town, Kanpur. New city meant new school, and of course new faces, something I was quite eagerly looking forward to. Just a day into my new class, and I was introduced to a fact that was going to stay with me for years. This big city somehow wasn’t that big at heart, to me.
Never expected ignorance on the first day, to be looked down upon as a small-town over the next few months, to coming face to face with the fact that people were appreciated according to the size of the apartment they lived in, were some truths that were going to trouble me for a long time.
But I wasn’t wrong in believing that Life isn’t that unfair. Amid all those clouds of materialism coated lifestyle, I came across a genuine existence. Someone who mirrored my experience. This one I call Moon. Precisely, my personal Moon, simply ‘cause this person was my light in all that darkness.

It so happened, that one usual boring afternoon around one week being new to the school, I boarded the school bus post the end of classes, and we collided. “Hi Srishti!”, a voice said. I was quite taken aback, because I couldn’t actually believe someone knew me, let alone know my name. Hesitantly, and a bit ashamed at not recognizing this person, I replied with a meek “Ermm…Hi”. I am quite sure my blank plus startled look didn’t let out very good impression. Next, I come to know, the voice actually belonged to, hold your breaths, one of my classmates. Embarrassment level: Notches higher.
Anyway, the coming days saw us sitting beside each other in the bus for the next two years. And the classroom? It was now a little less of an agony.

And then one day I popped the question.

While the bus waited for all the students to get on board, we sat there on our seats, with the light from the window playing with our smiles, talking about random things, may be me narrating one of my old-school stories. Something happened in that moment, perhaps I was knocked by a feeling of content, happy at finding someone who cared about me in this alien place. Slowly and slowly, zoning out from whatever was being spoken, I blurted out, “Will you be my best friend?”
I didn’t come to realize the level of stupidity that my question reflected until I noticed that amused smile. But in the very next moment, shaking hands with me, and maintaining that amused smile, She replied, “Yeah, sure!”.
That day, we held hands not as two teenage girls making some silly promises, but two friends who knew they’re going to stay the same for ages to come. In my dire need of a friend, I am beyond glad that I found the best one. :)

A lot more can be said, but I’ll wrap it here, Moon. A very Happy Birthday to you. Have a life full of strength to live it with that killer smile! ;)

Much love.

- Srishti
  (Who else will be sweet enough to write all that for you)



Saturday, April 30, 2016

#26. Zenith





ZENITH.

For a fruit, it always takes a seed to deliver that sweetness; towers stand high, never without that bottom most brick; all the good humans were once some tiny babbling babies. So let not the nadir falter your steps to reach the Zenith. You have to start from somewhere, let your lowest be the kick to your highest. Once up there, you might actually feel thankful to the time when you stood there.







End-note: This particular post is for myself, more than for others to grasp something out of it. 
Anyway, notice the irony? The last post of the series talks about reaching the peak! :D


Till I don't know when,
Ta-da!





Friday, April 29, 2016

#25. Yarns of Wool



YARNS OF WOOL.

Socks for the little angel,
A mickey-mouse cap for the monster,
Teal dress for the daughter ‘cause she loves the colour,
Thick gloves for the mister, ‘cause he needs them
And only yarns and yarns of wool for the ageing but magical hands.



#24. Xerox


XEROX.

“She is a Xerox copy of her mother”, the relatives discussed among themselves.
Tara beamed her brightest smile.

“I didn’t fail in keeping her alive”, she whispered to herself, remembering her mother.