Mission Accomplished!

We work so hard towards gaining the most transient things in life.
Try to hoard them desperately and pride ourselves over it.
I think it is in some of those rare moments when we realise that we take nothing along with us.
It a philosophical point of view we say, and repress it in those dark corners of the mind.
We Promise to never dig those graves again.
In this mode of things what happens is that the real riches lay unrecognised by our eyes.

Before we were dropped down on this earth, we were each given a chit saying - *Grab the riches-wen you return, the one with the greatest value of riches- Wins HAPPINESS FOREVER.
*And the treasure hunt begins NOW
We have no clues, we have no instructions but just a mission to accomplish.
So we blankly stare at each other and whoever at first seems to be getting at the semblance of the "right thing" to do, we imitate him.
And what follows is a Mass Hysteria.
Its an extremely infectious process!
This mass hysteria goes on and on and becomes the NORM. The ones who deviate-fall out, loose out, get laughed at-hysterically! Some manage to hold on and have faith in their ways while some fall apart like a pack of cards.
This goes on and then the mission gradually begins to encroach the unconscious along with the conscious. This is because now we have evolved to chase. We are designed to chase. To chase the riches for accomplishing THE mission. The Mass Hysteria becomes Robust and deafeningly Loud.

What we forget in this wild intoxication is that the mission only occupies a fragmentary part of our existence. We must return and have our accumulation evaluated. And when we return we see that we all fall out of the race because we did not understand the true nature of the mission. We could not perceive the right goal. There is no medium, no agent that can carry our material accumulations back.
The true riches infact need no physical mediums to be transported, or to be evaluated for that matter. It needs no stamp of value or a sanction of the Prize.
For a heart which is full of Memories knows that he has with it attained
HAPPINESS FOREVER.

And then some "deviant fool" from the mission turns around, looks at us, smiles and says-*I win!

Fevicol

I took some fevicol and put it on my hand.
I wanted to do that thing we did in school or while doing craft.
Dunno what was so fun about peeling off dry fevicol!
Anyway, so i spread the fevicol into this fun circular shape and got busy with whatever i was doing.
I completely forgot about it, untill i saw my hand and freaked seeing it abnormally glossy and wrinkly.
"Oh ok....thats my fevicol! Wow its soo cool and dry!"
I was really happy that i could give it enought time to dry out well.
It was really fun peeling it off! It looked like a white, translucent ,circular, plasticy disk. Really cool!
Today i picked it up and unconsciously held it against the sunlight.
It was so beautiful. It actually had this very very intriguing criss-cross pattern going along its body. It was the design on my skin.
"Whoa...my skin has such cool designs." I never knew. Ok maybe i knew, but never payed much attention to it.
It was just so amazing, the pattern on my hand imprinted on dry fevicol.
I saw it so clearly. Every criss-cross was so strong, so defined, so gorgeously intertwined.
Damn there is so much to us that we blatantly ignore. We are so habituated to taking things for granted; for subduing voices that we never allow to fall over the membrane of our ears. We are so deaf, we are so blind. If i were not to be that brutal i could say, we have definite hearing problems and severe myopia! Beautiful surfaces are bound to be admired, but how many of us look deep inside?
Fevicol over my skin, and just a dash of clear sun rays made me see something so spectacular, that my blind mind had ignored for two whole decades and a year.
I saw a pattern, a very epiphanic pattern.

I ask

When we are children and we are "naive",
we uphold certain ideas, certain notions.
We think like we think but we never think how we think the way we think.
But as we grow up and become more "discerning",
are we actually able to speculate on our follies?
Is growing up a matter of ever ascending numerals,
or is it but another ephemeral milestone which is but crossed the moment it is stamped.
Growing up does seem more robust in life's halucination.

I have blinked.
I have given it the heat of the sun and the feast of the clouds.
But growing up is something I am yet to reconcile with.

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Two decades and a year!
And a few people to thank.
It would never have been this way if it were not for-
Ma and Baba who have been there through and through and I needn't enlist their endless contribution to my life.
Didi who makes up for her physical absence in Delhi by her telephonic madness. Who has contributed so significantly to my growing up.
Tanvi and Neha who made up for the absence of the other companions with there warmth and exuberance. A surprise none can dare to forget!
The missing bunch and the coll bunch as a whole, for unconsciously giving me so many lessons of life.
Arjun who'd always be extremely special to me!
Dhrubojyoti, Ananya, Indraneel my dearest cousins for being so affectionate all the time.
Darling grandparents who have always wished me well.
And ALL other friends who have been so kind as to extend their warm wishes towards me.
I know it does look like a rotten Oscar speech but i most deeply desire to present a token of appreciation through these words.

All of you have made this gift of life a much fuller experience by your presence. So thank you very much to all. I love you all dearly.
*Special mention for Tanvi and Neha again, because they gave me my first surprise! And for every little thing that they created so beautifully with their own hands, I shall cherish them forever and a day!

little wish

A little wish.
She closed her eyes.
So tight, that her nose wrinkled.
Brought her hands together.
And hastily whispered.
A gush of fresh air.

She let out a sigh.
A moment of utter stillness.
Hands apart, eyes open, she looked up and smiled.
May the stars bring her some light tonight...

Speaking Silences

What silences speak, no words can hold.
No language can overwhelm,
nor gestures arrogate.
In silences i have heard what no eloquence can say.
In silences i have felt, what no touch can convey.
Seemingly they are but, those little moments that unconsciously slide by.
But it is in those moments that we have had our silences of joy, our silences of compassion, our silences of pain.
And yet we all think that we talk, and we write elaborate poems.
We dont know that its a farce, and that one day it will all break away.

How important is it to have somone hold your hand when you die? How important is it to watch those lips gently move to say goodbye? How important is it to feel the light warmth of a presence? How important is it, to not be lonely when we die?