Wishing Girl..!

Simplicity is the glory of expression..and boy is she simple and expressive and grounded and so humble..! Then again, take another look and with a wink of an eye that opinion puffs up as the steam in your iron box. She is a live wire, she lives off the energy around her and delivers it back too.

A someone once must have denied her of a little something. That denial must have been enough to spark off a rage within her. A rage to win, a rage to thrive, a rage to succeed, a rage to be the best, a rage to do good.

Tasting different waters of different lands may lead to abashment, bewilderment and at times paint a scary picture of instability. But for her it was a glorious journey. Every twist every turn..a classroom full of people as mates, experiences as teachers and her mind as books. She embraced, she adapted and she dwelled.

Her eyes are serene and have an intensity of a glacier at its peak of prowess. You know she is an avid art fanatic. She loves talking about art and listening too. 

Take her to a restaurant and she won't surprise you by not eating much because that is not her. 

On those petite shoulders she carries burdens and on her skinny forearms, two bags which weigh as much as her. Behind those beautiful eyes, those blushing cheeks, the enchanting smile, there is an ocean. An ocean of untamed emotions, immaculate passion, so much sadness, excruciating fears, love, hate, and a list of things which don't have humanly words of delineation.

She says she wants to learn to be a Lady. How does one tell her, she is far beyond that point. She is a good daughter, a splendid sister, a caring friend, an industrious employee, and a human being. She has been a Lady forever!

A mind which is the pinnacle of conundrums. How does she contain herself. Why is she special? She has a streak going on. A streak to outgrow her simplicity and zoom into a world sprayed with success and still retain the essence of her simplicity.

A girl who respects her parents, her religion and in general..humans..she deserves. She deserves to smile, to be happy, to grow, to succeed, to see the world.

It's never about where you come..from what you are and what you do. It's only about where you will go..what you will be and what you will do! 

For me and many of us stories like these teach. They enlighten our rusty minds to look around. Give us a jolt. True awakening and what not. Nobody will ever know you more than one person..YOU! 

Dreams aren't meant to come true..they are meant to give you direction for you to make them come true..! Whatever we do in life is a direct reflection of how we lead it. Let's stay up let's fight let's dream and let's achieve what is meant to be ours. If she can fight so can we. 

A girl..a simple girl in the illuminated city of a million shining lights finds her way past her demons and abhorrence. So we will and so it will..be a happy ending.

"Don't wait for the perfect moment..take the moment and make it perfect.."

Ragz

Let go..!

That lull in the sky and that mediocrity in the air all but vanished with a sudden shimmering thunder over the horizon. A routine busy night in the hustling city gave in to the elegance of bewildering fireworks high up in the night sky. A moment of magic to the very eyes which were exasperated with sight of the daily chores, the traffic, the fire trucks, the tears, the papers at work, the homework, the bars, the clubs, the devices, and more so other people.

We humans are such infants when it comes to finding a moment of bliss out of the smallest irregularity in life. Something out of the normal. In fact anything that gives us a gasp of awe. We are scared most of the time otherwise. Scared of the debacle life might present to us.

Ana is the name that strikes like the melodious notes of trombone to me and many people she knows. My friend! I might not have known AP (as she likes calling herself) for long enough to deduce her persona completely. However, I am captivated by the strength of her resilience to not give in to biggest catastrophic change she and her family endured. In the time I got to know her, not once did she come across as someone who knew that her very reason of existence was to fade away. Her mother would leave her side in a matter of months.

I got aware of this only after she finally left and went back home. Even after, the only vibe I ever felt from her were that of positivity. Deep inside she knew it was all but a matter of time. And where did this tenacious strength to unravel the sadness of life come from? I am certain, it came from the woman who was about to see the light anytime. Her mother must have passed on this magical ability to her.

It is just so bemusing that amidst all the chaos and negativeness in life, a single sign of strength from another human can push us to literally go past. What is it that we crave for and what is it that we attain.

Like the fireworks in the sky, we all have a certain spark inside of us. That glorious gift of strength to smile in the most horrific times of pain and sadness. That gesture of standing up and not giving in to the melancholy. Ana and her Mother have taught me to face my darkest fears with demeanor. We need to but learn the beauty of embracement. This is not only to accept defeat at times, but also to help ourselves balance our life in retrospect to how we looked at it and how and what we would do differently going forward.

This is for all those people who lost their lives trying to fight to live another day and when the time came, went out smiling.

“Giving up doesn’t mean you are weak..Sometimes it means you are strong enough to let go..”

For – 

Ragz

Fire Flies..!

"Life begins where your comfort zone ends" He said this with a lot of conviction behind his words. It is surprising how the universe conspires at times to put you in the right place at the most bizarre times! There are multiple facets of life that dawned upon me as I took this 20 minute Uber ride.

As talkative as I ever am, I met Brett who did one better. He was an intriguing conversationalist and an avid story teller. Obviously driving Uber wasn't his primary objective in life. He is in a profession most of us would either dream of or dread to be in. Two extreme scenarios. Well Brett is a firefighter!! Now most girls would jaw drop right at this moment.

The moment the words firefighter left his mouth, my mind had processed 729 questions for him. I was outpacing myself..all I had to do is say these very words.."What's your story Brett?" He had a big smile on his face right away and I would assume he gets that all the time. Eh..whatever..I am still down to listen to a few good awe inspiring crazy stories of bravado.

He gave me some unbelievable stories. One of the most intriguing ones was about these two farm boys who got stuck in some sort of farm equipment which is used to churn huge stacks of hay. This poor blokes sweater got stuck in the propeller and the next thing he knows..his arm gets squished in between those giant wheels of fury. Due to the toughness of the human bone and I would say some good karma..the propeller got jammed and it stopped. Brett was onsite on call in 4.5 minutes and found himself detaching this mans arm from the wheel to save his life. How must it feel to do that???? I was having multiple rounds of concussions just listening to the story and guess what..this man sitting next to me actually did it!!

The best part about this guy is his final words before we parted.."Hey man I love my job"!! Wow..now that is a lesson for each one of us to take home when we aimlessly cry about our jobs. I am not implying we all have the most satisfying jobs. But look at these folks. Firefighters, nurses, soldiers, cops, paramedics, and so many others. Some of them have no social life whilst others don't even know if they would have a life after finishing their hours for the day.

In retrospect, I want to look at my own life and say to myself..that I thank my parents and God to have given me this life and whatever I am doing today. I want to embrace every moment of this life and all that comes with it..my people my friends my colleagues and strangers!! 

Life is a gift and we must learn to treat it like one!

Dream on..Little dreamer..!

I am so high I can feel heaven..oh heaven..! I feel like the moon has opened its generous arms and I can cuddle with him. The Stars tell me I am one of them. The breeze is blowing my hair and the mellow green grass is inviting me to lay down and soothe my aura, the lull in the air tells me I am so serene. 

Words are such an addle when played right. It can bemuse us all with its tenacity. This girl keeps talking about how her life is so beautiful at that very moment, that instance! Knowing little of reality or rather when it will hit, she got moulded into shapes that the winds wanted her to transform into.

That is the thing about being in a state of trance. The dreamville of paradise. We all in some way or the other this way or that find that space at some point. More and more people resort to intoxication and psychological impairment aids. They call it psychedelics while our ancestors called the exact same thing meditation and out of body experiences. The source might differ in a big way, the destination remains constant.

For some it might just be as simple as music, for some the view of nature, whilst for others it never comes for a lifetime and the only out of body experience they have is death!

I have come to realise, it is imperative to give in to the wondrous charms of the unknown every once in a while. As they say go with the flow! It means something. It changes perceptions, opens new dimensions in the ever so industrious human brain, it lets you fly. 

My parents would probably not get what all this is about. But I can guarantee they have their moments of going away too. If they deny, they would be lying. I know a few people who just love gazing into the sky sometimes and build the Taj Mahal in 20 seconds, demeaning the hard work of those 40,000 craft workers who had their hands chopped off after building the beauty in 7 years.

All we need to know is that the sky belongs to no one! We have always had the right to dream. Choosing whether you want to stay in that world of fantasy or come back and make things happen in reality is a choice we all have. As they say, if you don't play you never win. At the end of the road, whether there is a brick wall or a new pathway, it shouldn't matter as we still have the choice to climb that wall.

Choose your source of getting away and remember - You gotta come back!

"Follow your dreams..they know the way.."

Ragz

If tomorrow never comes..!

I wake up to the brisk sunshine kissing my face while the sweet sound of merry chirping birds creates the perfect melody. As I am getting into the usual cluster of early mornings I hear a thudding on my door. Who thuds? As I sprung to open my door I saw a girl panting profusely. She looks at me and says, "it's done. We have 27 hours. The apocalypse is here."

I was inspired to write about this as I watched a fascinating film called "these final hours".

I have come to realise that all matter  is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration and that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves.

Look at it this way, what if you actually had 20 odd hours to live and you knew everything and everybody perishes after that. What would you want your life of 20 hours be like?? Friends, family, partners, random people, classmates, colleagues or if you can't reach out to any of this set, maybe you would want to be with just your neighbour.

If I had 20 hours, I want to be with my parents, my sister, my niece, my cousins, my partner and me friends. I want to cook for them. I want to  listen to good music, dance, play football, watch Anne hathways movie, and give head massages to everybody. 

I would want to see the light arms in arms with all these people because in the afterlife, for those who believe there is one, I want to see those faces  again.

Your life stares at you every morning. It thuds at your door and says, "hey this is it. I don't know if you will see me again tomorrow.." What does it mean??

Now think about all those things you kindled your brain with whilst thinking about the last few hours of your life. Do exactly those things today! Pick up the phone call your mum and say you love her, hug the breath out of your friend, smile so much today that 1% of worlds sorrows give in to your smile, embrace every breath of air cajoling your insides, love yourself!

And hey when it is time..you and I will go out smiling..! 

Ragz

"You don't know what you are alive for..until you know what you would die for.."

Maiden Mass..!

"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another".

No. This is not a religious blog post. Those words hit the tympanic membrane of my ears as I stepped into the St. John XVIII Church completely soaked and gushes of the cold Canadian winter air still pumping my lungs. 

My first ever Mass!!

There is a reason why people, well predominantly, well ok only Christians call it a Holy week. Not that the other weeks are not worthy enough, but as I mentioned there is a reason to it. The departure of Jesus Christ, the agony that left a blemish on Earth's face and his ever divine Homecoming. These are the occurrences that constitute the embodiment of a celebratory week.

A friend of mine, much younger to me had the unsettling urge to attend the mass because she is Catholic and mostly because she wanted to please her Mother. I had never been to any Mass before. Although, I would every now and again go to a Church when I was studying in Switzerland. The reason - It was enchanting! The architecture!

I was  the only non-catholic figure in the premises at that time or at least I am pretty sure of it.  The hymns were supremely melodious. There were people of all ages, whispering, settling in, talking, coughing and some just calm. 

I was all ears and eyes to every movement, every sound, every turn of the page because I wanted to congregate information of what was going on. Why were people there. What do you mean by Mass. Why today.

Well literally mass just means a coherent, typically large body of matter with no definite shape. I heard the story. The story of Faith, Courage, Treachery, Supernatural, Kindness, Cruelty, Union, and more. I was nothing but flabbergasted. It had no twists, no creative touch, no manipulation. Simple, pure, straight truth.

Technically I am Hindu. A religion where you are never short of options of Gods to choose from. I believe in all of them. I do because I am scared. Because I am human. I do not know why, for the last 10 years I have always said a tiny prayer and crossed myself whenever I passed by a Church and this action has been involuntary.

I have been to Hindu Temples all my life. They are different. Louder, colourful, brighter. Churches are quieter, whiter, calmer. What was common? The believers! No matter where I went, or have been to, I found devotees from different parts of the society, backgrounds, orientation, race, and other classification there. All of those who believe. Who have a twinkle in their eyes.A twinkle of Hope and Progress. Honestly, I didn't feel like I was from another religion. Because, the one everybody was praying to, didn't look at me differently.

Nobody even knew. The message is clear. We are all going back together. One way or the other, this way or the other, we will see each other on the other side. The welcoming smiles, the soothing hymns, the cozy atmosphere, the beautiful white robes, the bewildering story telling and the classy oakwood furniture were all conspiring people into believing and having faith. That is the key!

Whether you follow a religion or not, there is always one source of energy that will work for you. That is your GOD!! Worship it, Respect it and Believe in it.

I went in a Human and came out a Human. The difference - I believe in peoples belief. 


Believe and Breathe..

Ragz

7 Years 7 Days 7 Years

The mist in your eyes..the glitter of your smile..the calmness in your voice..the clinging of your earrings..that killer smile..the sleepless nights and the overnight talks..the poise in your stance and that crazy dance..the way you say cuteness and the sudden shyness..the way you finish two pitchers of beer..and how all your plans were so clear..your kiss and the the way you said call me a miss..how you love to fight and how everything was so right..your beautiful long hair and your personality with so much flair..there was nothing I do not love about you! Be mine.

He wrote her a proposal. When he first met her there was nothing but sheer attempts of impressing that cute girl you see for the first time. And nothing more to it. In 7 years he kept in touch. She never let go. There was a certain energy about their relationship. An energy only a few feel, understand and embrace. There were never talks of commitments, or planning, or restrictions, or romance, or sex or anything. It was just a powerful and mystical energy that kept the flame going.

They knew when it was time. She met him. They hugged and the musical notes of the most romantic songs hit the right chords at the right time at the right place. Nobody could ever pierce even something as thin as a thread between their bond. They knew they would die for each other.

7 days before he wrote her the proposal, she said to him - "if this is the only life I have and if being with you would take me a 100 deaths to be there.. I would go for it.." He did not need another moment to grab his car keys and go buy a ring.

He reached and knocked on her door with the letter and the ring in his hands, trembling with anxiety and cold with fear. A lady, someone he doesn't know answers the door. He peeps in without trying to know who that is. There are people. People he hasn't seen or heard of. He storms in and drops the letter and the ring. 

7 years 7 days and 7 years since. He sits by the trees and gazes into the setting sun to wait for it to rise again. She's gone. He has the letter and the ring. He waits.