Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Distraction..

             "I was distracted" How many times do I get to hear this phrase nowadays. Just a couple of days back I heard a 2nd grade boy say it. How amusing it was that little kid saying it so nonchalantly. Distracted is something which we all are. Every one of us has that peculiar distraction which we fall prey to. However hard we may try it is there somewhere lurking in the shadows ready to pounce every moment exactly when we do not wish to be distracted. Yes so funny that when one decides with great will to complete a particular task. The level of enthusiasm is so high you can sense it in the surrounding air. It is contagious too and of course human nature. From what I observed I could say that, that two tendencies follow with a few exceptions. Whenever we observe any sort of action in our surroundings passively or actively some sort of an impression is left on our consciousness. And somehow we do get influenced by it. The two tendencies could be exemplified as follows: When a person student sees a fellow student studying( or at least trying to.. :p) There are two reactions generally. One is either the observer gets inspired to study himself or herself or the other way round it is that the observer tries to dissuade the other person from studying. Unfortunately the second tendency is generally observed to a much greater extent.
              I once read a very factual line( in fact one behind one of those Sundaram notebooks). It goes as.. " The world would have been a much better place had the people thought more for their own happiness than for the sorrows of others".. The green monster of envy plagues every  field today. May it be sports, literature, politics, arts, even sadly science. May be this is the root cause of dissent which seems to be omnipresent worldwide. When I read of the Gaza strip bombings a corner of my heart burns to see those innocent children and women alike die in heaps for the sake of some narrow minded ambitions. But don't let the monster of anger creep in here.. The sake of pity and a short prayer follows my thoughts to bless those with prudence and common sense which is becoming quite uncommon today. It is simply easy for me to type this venture of my mind, but humongously difficult to bring it into practise. Even then as Kasab hangs on a noose somewhere a shimmer of radiance sparks and encourages to spread the word of satisfaction and harmony.. :D.. 
P.S: as I re-read this draft So factually I observed as how I got distracted from the main topic of DISTRACTION.. Such an Irony life is

Monday, 19 November 2012

..The trio..


          The jeep screeched to a halt with a billowing cloud of dust exploding at its rear end. The three passengers jerked ahead at this sudden stop. The three passengers made a strange trio. The first was a lean and well built guy, Prateek, A medium heighted girl with short cropped hair in trekking gear called Sybill and lastly Ric a nervous looking guy who constantly kept clutching at a pendant studded in diamond around his neck. The trio, all in their late teens jumped out off the rickety automobile, "where in the world are we?", asked a frustrated Prateek. "Prateek, relax man we are yet to begin exploring and you are already raising your mercury", gestured Sybill.
         They propped up their bag packs complete with all trekking gear and provisions to last a week. In the distance Ric glance a couple of shambling huts and started towards them still clutching at his pendant. Prateek signalled Sybill to follow as they abandoned the jeep and strutted towards the huts. Ric readied himself to knock at the decaying door of one of the huts  when he sensed someone approaching him. He moved a couple of steps back just in time to see an old woman stooped over a rusty walking stick. Prateek called out for the woman, but instead got a shove from the gutsy old woman. A blatant streak of malevolence marked that wrinkled face as the woman kept shoving the trio away, with considerable vigour for her age. Constantly she was muttering in an unknown tongue and pointed towards the way from which they had arrived. Sybill the more daring of the three walked up to the woman to restrain her, but the woman was quicker as she backed up and screamed a single phrase, " Go away!!" and ran away further into the woods which surrounded the huts. "One heck of a woman she was", said Prateek as he  modulated his GPS to local co ordinates. The trio had arranged for a week of exploration in an hitherto unknown village in the Sahyadris.
          "Isn't is strange that no accomplished explorers thought of this place", remarked Ric. "May be its our destiny to explore this one". "Ah! DESTINY I fear this word", gushed Ric. "Vokkay! so let us begin our journey to the unknown shall we?" humoured Prateek mimicking Ric's nervous tone. Led by Sybill the trio started on their track with nothing but their senses and a GPS to aid them. For about two hours they kept on marching evading the foliage towards a general direction. They had selected a unknown hill for exploration. It was Ric who was fiddling with Google Earth(TM) when he chanced upon a blank patch in the vast Sahyadris. Even Wiki couldn't provide much info about that particular place. A great novelty for Ric who had grown up worshipping wikipedia(TM). In the distance Sybill could see a giant Oak tree.
          "Stop Sybill. we'd rather follow the trodden path" called Ric. He had been rather apprehensive coming to this trek. He had cursed himself many times for showing Prateek and Sybill the blank patch, both of whom were ardent trekkers. After about a few yards or so they arrived at the oak tree. The tree was quite huge but that was all. It lay embedded in solid rock, which made it stranger still. Prateek caught up with Ric and Sybill panting all the way and threw down his bag pack near the oaken roots. " I am famished Sybill, I have been carrying 2 kg extra than both of you. For Gods' sake I am just 13 days older than you Sybill", and pointing at Ric, " 76 days for you". "Okay Prateek, chill lets take a break.", smirked Sybill. "Ouch!!", Ric exclaimed as he caught his foot wobbling around. "For the last time I say, Ric you are no Ronaldo. What on earth were you thinking trying to kick that rock." Ric had missed the rock by quite distance and had instead hit at the junction of the the oak and the wall of solid rock." I wasn't.. "
          Prateek stood up and went over to the junction and exclaimed, "Hey, wait both of you. I can see a crevice here" Prateek hit at the junction sideways as the solid seeming rock gave way and exposed a dark tunnel. A gasp escaped Sybill's lips as she peered into the darkness. All fatigue vanished as Prateek and Sybill strapped on their bag packs. " Come on Ric" called Sybill. " I feel something is not right guys", said Ric, "Oh don't be a spoil sport come on.", came Prateek's voice echoing slightly from the tunnel. Ric clutched dearly at his diamond pendant and said a short prayer before following them. Sybill still led them to a particular point in the tunnel where she stopped for all to catch up. It was pitch darkness all around. Ahead of them lay a narrow tunnel which could fit at the max one person at a time. Ric's sense of anxiety was heightened by this discovery. He was a bit claustrophobic.He had agreed for this exploration as it wouldn't involve closed space. But now here he was, "Come on guys we are on the verge of discovery i can feel it in my bones", said a visibly excited Sybill. To which Ric replied' " Somethings are rather left undiscovered." These words rang out spookily throughout the tunnel which made even the daring Sybill hesitate a bit. But she soon gathered her wits and entered the tunnel. Prateek followed her and finally Ric. He wouldn't like being left alone. As they progressed the path underneath became steeper and the walls came closer. The path soon turned into an incline and now they had to use their hands to pull themselves up the steep tunnel. Darkness hung around them like a viscous fluid as if one could cut a solid slice through it.
                  Ric apprehension faded only to be replaced bv stranger emotion, fear. He could feel that even Sybill and Prateek were now beginning to regret their decision. The path was now steep enough to be a slope of a hill. Minutes dragged to hours and the darkness gnawed at their creepiest nightmares. And when Sybill was about to call out for her friends a blazing beam of light hit her retina. The blaze almost blinded her after the solid darkness, "Yippee", shouted Sybill," Speak up now cry baby Ric!", exclaimed Prateek as the trio stepped out to a clearing wide enough for a camp. Sybill threw off her bag pack and skipped around. Going to the very edge of the clearing she looked around. They were atop the peak of the hill they had seen from the Oak. The peak was strangely flat. Prateek  set about looking at the tunnel walls of the tunnel they had just come through. He moved his palm around the walls of the tunnel. The walls were curved in a concave manner giving the place a feel of a very high cave a very high cave indeed. from the clearing Ric could see for quite a distance. He spread out his arms completely enticed by the raw beauty. He felt a sudden urge to jump off the cliff. Mother nature beckoning him towards her in an open embrace. "HEY RIC! wat ya doing? step back!", Sybill's urgent voice pulled him back to his senses. Ric felt he was standing at the very edge of the cliff with his arms spread out. Just a single step would take him deep down infinitum into the valley. Spooky that was, someone or something had made him do that wielding his will. "Guys come on over here", Prateek called out. "See!". Sybill and Ric squinted to see at a patch on the walls Prateek was pointing at. There was a motif you couldn't call it a painting of the most beautiful pair of eyes they had ever seen. Painted in crude red, The eyes wafted a sense of primal fear and respect in the nooks of one's heart."See I had told you we'd discover something. These seem to be some sort of ancient cave paintings." smugly said Sybill. "Oh! but I thought that the Neanderthals painted hunting scenes and not gorgeous eyes", joked Prateek. Ric was still mesmerised glaring deep at those eyes. And then he felt a tug at his diamond pendant. It was twice in a span of few minutes that Ric had been enticed. It didn't seem right. "Guys let's leave. I don't fell right, this place gives me the creeps."

                    "Now, Now Ric I am not going to listen to you. Had I listened to you we wouldn't have discovered this beauty", reprimanded Sybill. "let's spend a night. I'll set up a camp fire. You Ric gather your wits and scavenge those packs for a evening meal". Reluctantly Ric did according to Sybill's instructions. All the time clutching at the pendant. The sun set at a tardy pace immersing the surroundings in a silent shroud of darkness. Only the campfire simmered splashing their faces with a dull scarlet glow. The trio had their meal in complete silence listening to the unnatural quietness. "Isn't it strange you can't even hear a single insect quite strange",said Ric."Shut it Ric!", enjoy the night it might be your last", joked Prateek nudging him in the ribs. As the trio gently drifted to drowsy state and slept peacefully. Swissh.. 
                  Ric woke up, It was still damn dark.. He heard it.. quite sure of it. Quickly Ric looked around and woke up Sybill who was snoring beside him. and then he saw.. A shrouded figure bent over the limp body of Prateek. As the figure turned he saw those starkly beautiful eyes. That sight drew upon strange primal fear. So ancient which didn't have any logical reason. Just stark fear. Forcibly Ric averted his gaze and pushed Sybill aside away from the figure. But it was late Sybill had surrendered all her senses to those eyes. Ric clutched at his pendant took one last look and went to the very edge of the cliff. The very place where mother nature had beckoned him.. And then he simply jumped off. The last thing his mortal ears heard was the shrill scream shout finding its way through Sybill's throat and then Ric's heart gave away....
                    A giant Oak tee loomed ahead of the excited gang of teens. The seven teens stood staring at the unnaturally half embedded tree. As one of them stooped to pick up a glittering object in the foliage. It was a diamond pendant a bit tarnished. As his fingers closed around the crystal a strange lost conscious thought rubbed against his heart. "Somethings are rather left undisturbed.. " And then that guy ran, ran for his life leaving the six of them smirking and laughing explorers ridiculing him. As the 6 stepped into the dark tunnel treading happily towards death.....!

Sunday, 18 November 2012

A bit about a new blog called Futuremakers..

                A bit about a new blog by my friend Mohit Karekar called Futuremakers. A new vista has been opened for all those out there whose only power and inspiration is uncontrolled frustration. The blog is vent to newer thoughts and personal opinions based only on observation and sheer observation. Personally speaking the blog has many new thoughts and minute observations. A newer fact is that the posts not only highlight the problems but also provide a scope for solutions and practical steps. It although very early to speak much about it but the posts provide enough promise for the future. I have tried my level best to spread the news about a smaller revolution rising which derives its source of inspiration is self reflection. Hopefully all those who sincerely wish to be a part of a new revolution which isnt all about speeches and thought but being the change..

Monday, 12 November 2012

...The immortal wait...

                     The old man sat rocking back and forth on the oak chair creaking due to the lack of oiling. His large frame spectacles lay askew on his belly which had shrunk considerably, while the newspaper lay drapped over over his once wide chest. He gazed into the distance as far as his dwindling eyesight could reach out. The door of the cottage lay open and the wall withering due to the onslaught of the natural forces. He thought of the good old days when he was a commander in the Royal army. The days when you had to kill each individual enemy with a stab or a shot in the chest, when there were no missiles or bombs to aid you. Only the treacherous short range rifles which gave way at the wrong moment. As a heavy curtain of nostalgia closed around his consciousness. The day when he left his wife and son for war duty. His memory still vividly remembered the pleading look in the eyes of his son. Those innocent eyes begged for his father with such intensity which could melt the hardest and cruelest of hearts. His son, ohh.. his son the topic of pride of the family was his life. Every moment of his life had been spent striving for the well being of his dearest child. The days when the boy would fall sick, the days when he would hurt himself, all these cursed days the old man had spent praying and pampering his son.
                His son had been a bright student. The old man had sold all his possessions, his war medals, his rifle, his land, everything he possessed, only for his son. To send him abroad so that he could study and make him even prouder. And the son had made him proud. Grabbing all scholarships and laurels to give away. The old man lay waiting, he was pretty excited today, his son was to return that day. This pleasant thought brought back the old man to the present. As he stood to light the kerosene lamp. He lit the match stick and put it to the lamp to dispel the dimness being induced by the fast approaching twilight.
                  'Damn it' the professor cursed as the sharp swish indicated that his cycle tyre had punctured. As he stumbled off the cycle. The cycle had chosen the worst place possible. He could sense eerie aura of the rumoured cottage which loomed behind him. The villagers had told him a wide variety of rumours about this very dilapidated cottage. It wasn't as if he believed in these childish tales, a professor of science as he was. Old folk tales as he had dismissed them. But now as he turned to look at the cottage a cold hand of fear clutched at his hammering heart. He saw the improbable. The dull glow of an antique kerosene lamp and heard the creak of a oak chair. Just had the villagers had made him picturise. Every evening for the last 37 years one could hear the incessant creak and the dull glow in this cottage whose owner, grumpy old man had been killed by his own son...