Blessed Be!

The Bountiful Earth and the Brave New Moon
They speak to me through the ancient rune.
The words of air,fire and the merciful tree
Blessed be! Blessed be
!

The cycle

Simplicity was like your mother. She's everything for you when you were a kid. Your heart always returned her love with the same intensity .You clung on to every word she said as if they were little pearls of wisdom. You wanted to be like her when you grew up .You needed her. You cried for her whenever trouble hovered. You could not let her out of your sight .You were scared she'll never come back .You listened to her lullaby with rapt attention and travelled with it to lands that were too simple to be real.
But then you started growing up, you read books and understood fairy lands existed only in your mother's lullaby. You learnt there're different forms of love and they're meant for different people. You found out a world that was bigger than your mom. Full of people. People who had not spent nine months of their lives on you. You were not a part of them and so you also learnt that you were not entitled to a bountiful of unconditional love .
You got hurt and cried and ran to your mom when the world was mean to you.But eventually you started returning the meanness in the same fervour .You cursed, cheated and fought to work your way around the meanness.You now no longer ran to your mom when you were in a mess.You wanted to show the world you were brave and didn’t need your mom. You had your first round of pimples,fought with your mom on things that were not in her control such as those pimples. You had your first crush, your first cigarette and preferred friends to mom.
You admonished books but burrowed yourself into them when exams came calling.
Thought you loved your friends like they meant the world to you but hated them when they performed better.
You fell in and out of love quite a lot of times never quite understanding it well.
You found a job that paid you well but you were never satisfied .You wanted to earn more and that never quite was enough.

You still continued to be the center of your mom's existence though.
Finally you decided it’s the right time to marry and you did with a lot of élan. Everybody came, everybody saw and you conquered them.
You saw the first grey on your temple and dreamt of rooms full of giggles.
You had your first kid.
You felt yourself in his/her breath. You wanted to protect him/her from every danger. You saw heaven in those lovely eyes.Your life had a purpose now -to live,love and die for your child.

And the cycle went on.

The dreamy Doordarshan days.........

Lookin' back on how it was
In the years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed
Wish you had remained the same(a little improvising)

The lines from the wonderful song by Carpenters unlocks that familiar yet desolated chamber of memories of that precious childhood-the dreamy days.
And a gust of memories surges past me.Memories of paperplanes,paperboats,Tinkle comics,Panchatantra,Toys,chasing butterflies,lizards,frogs and evry harmless reptile one could think of, but the most reverberating of them all is the memory of "Doordarshan".
During the early when 90s cable television had yet to spread its wings and internet was still unheard of,doordarshan was the undisputable queen of Television.
That was the time when a kid was still treated like a kid and not some potential wiz kid,reality star,a multibillionare manager et all.
That was the time when a kid's imagination was allowed to fly free devoid of the modern day obstacles.And Doordarshan like Alladin's magic carpet helped one in one's escapades.

Shaktiman was the reason many kids .including me,faked tummy aches and risked getting beaten up so that they could watch their brunette and revolving superstar take on Kilwish and romance Geeta.
There was also that 9.30 pm movie every Friday that witnessed many a kid-dad tiffs over watching the movie till midnight.That was still the era when mid-nights were still an unraveled zone for kids.
That was the time when people had the power of Doordarshan.That was the era when soap-operas were meant to infotain. A Dekh Bhai Dekh episode was watched for its fun-filled moments,a day in the life of Reporter was full of some spectacular nail-biting and nerve-wrenching moments.

Doordarshan always makes me reminisce the innocence of my childhood.
Wish I could still wait eagerly for summers so that I could watch another season of chutti-Chutti

But my grown up self is now more prognostic of the perils of summer,so much that it overlooks the sunny side of it.


And while I dive into another episode of the naughty Swami on you tube and type away my feelings on blogger,i can't really complain about my present,can I ?

Copy that smile,please..........

There is a new drift in her walk.Graceful as a samba dancer.
Her smile is back to winning hearts.
She now greets herself with a wink even if the mirror is an unfriendly tot.

She has finally found the way to la-La Land.

Where ads are conceived over stimulating cups of ideas.

Where stuff like washing a pig,quite literally, is the key to making good copies .

A place where life becomes a fairytale storyboard.......

I just want to write .......Dammit

"Does it always have to be a purpose that would make me write ?"
"Why can't I just write and stop thinking about how that would make me look?"

Summers,hell I can write about that obnoxious season that makes the whole world install goddamn ACs in their rooms and make the planet hotter.
Yes I am associated with Greenpeace.

Well just writing about this godforsaken season makes me sweat through my eyes.
Love could be a nice topic but when you have something in abundance you don't feel like writing about it cos that just makes the feeling commonplace.All I can say about love and my love is that they make me smile everyday ,and I should mention it's a really difficult task ,pleasing me.

So that brings us to square one.

How about dreams ?
Last night I saw the world being attacked by gigantic zombies who also doubled as aliens.They didn't kill us but forced us to go underground.And then our psychiatrists found a way to hypnotize them into making slaves to us (That's sounds like out pan-universe oligarchy). I know I disappointed you,you might have expected a little more action but blame it on the movie I watched yesterday.Vampires and witches and spirits should sound like scary no ?
But it had me in splits for a good part of the movie,even in parts where the movie makers didn't intend on making it funny.



Maybe I should just go to bed.


Will try and have an objective from tomorrow.

:(