Musings

Here I'm publishing a small account of my musings...

-Though there haven't been any significant achievements made throughout my 23 years old life, I've lived it. There are moments of ecstacy and moments of deep sorrow. I was born, so did my friends and everyone who shares a part of my life. This is it.........

-When I was a child I was in a belief that one day God would show himself up before me and I would ask him all my questions. Now I'm a grown up. Some questions were answered, some forgotten, some unanswered and there coming some new questions. But God didn't show up.....

-When I look back into my life everything seems imperfect. It seems as if I've made wrong choices at every fork of my life. Well the game isn't over,is it? Perhaps I've used up all my wrong choices and left only with right choices for the rest of my future. The game is gonna interesting...

-"You are obsessed with the fear of losing her." said the master.

"Is there anything wrong with that master?" asked the disciple.

"The most difficult and divine thing on this earth is loving someone without expecting anything in return, even love." came the reply....

-No matter how many times it fails, a tiger never drifts away from its strategy. It crouches, hunts and then pounces on it's prey. A simple and same plan, several attempts. All of us do devise nice plans but expect them to be successful at first strike. Just believe in your plan and execute it with resolution... What follows next will not surely dissapoint you.

-The most amazing thing about our life is the unpredictability of the very next moment. Who knows that tomorrow is going to be the most significant day in our life.

-When I see hills I just want to reach their top. It's not my desire to be on the top. Just for the pleasure of climbing.

-Leaving the past ain't much good. If it calls you back just stop and listen to it humbley. For it is our story which depicts how we survived in the plot of life...

-If you lose your way to your destination,you'll have two ideal options. 1. go back and stick to your goal.(passionate). 2. go on and change your goal.(realistic). Both require same guts and grit.

-At any point in your life if you believe that you can start things from the begining,you must be mad. But remember only mad ones are capable of being happy in grave conditions........ So be mad about something.

-"May be it's not possible for most of us to live everyday as a special one. At least we could begin with "Today is going to be a different one...."
May fail to achieve. But fail not to attempt. Because after the war is over Means matter more than Ends............"

why am I writing this?

          That was a winter night. The clock was showing 10 O' clock. I cuddled up on my bed and pulled the blanket over my head. It was snug and cozy. Slowly I fell asleep looking at the flickering stars through my bedroom window and memorising what happened that day........Next day.... I woke up to the dawn chorus. And spent some time in my cozy blanket and got up reluctantly. My mother was busy preparing carrier box for my lunch. I wondered how could she be able to do such things like washing last nights dishes, preparing meals and cleaning house early morning even in this stone cold winter season and paid my silent tribute to her. Then I washed my face and went out side for a small stroll to stretch and free my body.
          It tickled when I first had put my feet hesitantly into the rill which was a few yards away from our house, but my feet became numb with cold after crossing it. The visibility was not clear as the fog still hung over the air. I had passed through a large cobweb hanging from a sweet thorn tree and it was stuck to my wet clothes. As I was trying to get myself rid off that I suddenly felt a smooth wet thing was touching my elbow. At first I thought That was a leaf. Only while trying to remove that had I realised that it was a Butterfly caught in the cobweb and probably spent the whole night in freezing cold. "Oh that must be horrible." I thought. It was still but I was not sure whether it was dead. I had decided to give it a try. The sun is gradually clearing the morning mist. I had rushed to a place where we were getting clear sun shine. I had dabbed its black spotted tiny blue wings with the dry part of my T-shirt and held gently with my hands. I had waited for a long time. Its wings were flapping to the occasionally blowing wind but there was no sign of life. It was dead.

-By Viroti Somasekhar
         
         

Ants Rescue

It was a rainy season. The canal which flows adjacent to our village was overflowing with flood water that time. One day I was on my way back to home from our farmhouse. While crossing that canal I saw a swarm of Black Ants caught in the middle of that canal on a small elevation formed by the sand brought by the stream. It appeared to me as if they were desperately trying to escape. I just couldn't abandon them in such a state. So I began to think of a plan to get those tiny creatures out of there. Suddenly an idea struck me. A branch of an Acacia tree, which stood beside that canal was drooping right over that elevation. So I picked up a long stick from the nearby shrub and rooted it in that elevation with its top touching the drooping branch of that Acacia tree. Guess what happened next! Those little ants slowly started climbing up that stick. Delighted! I too resumed my way back to home. This is one such a beautiful memory which I often recall.

-By Viroti Somasekhar

a letter to my friend

Dear Friend

I still wonder that how we have been keeping our friendship unstained for all these years. I still remember the day when I entered our classroom for the first time, with a little apprehension and ambiguity. But your amicable smile and curiosity to know about me drove off my uncertainties and made me feel better. That was our first encounter and I was unaware of the fact that, that was the beginning of an outstanding friendship in our lives.

Do you know, what is the amazing thing about friendship? It's the equality it provides. We feel equal if we are friends, thus we don't hesitate to share our personals, be it great or awkward. We like our parents, relatives, teachers and neighbors, But we never feel them as our equals, the ones to whom we can express what we really feel, without any reservations. If we do, then we start calling them as friends, 'My father is like a friend to me.....', 'My teacher is more like a friend.....' Got it?

I heard a saying, which follows 'Birds of a feather flock together.' 

You are gregarious; I prefer solitude. You are a reluctant reader; I'm a bibliophile. You have a brilliant sense of humor; I doubt whether I have a half of yours. You express your pain; I suppress mine. You love so many girls; I don't. You initiate an action; I'm always a participant. And the list goes on. Are we the birds of same feather? Don't rack your mind too much on this issue. Science is there to help us out here, as it says that ' Opposite poles attract each other.'  True, isn't it?

Years passed. Our paths have forked. Though it became difficult for us to communicate with each other, I never doubt the consistency of our relation.I hope it lasts forever. 

This is it for the present. Still there is a lot to pen out in future.

With warm regards

yours