Special Someone...

Life unfolding with its surprises every moment is truly worth living provided you have along with you that special someone who reciprocates your feelings and emotions in a way so awesome it was too hard for you to even guess it as an instance in your most hypothetical situation. The feeling of being loved and cared so much so that you blindly know you make a difference to someone somewhere in this self-centered world is a magnanimous blessing. 

Those ordinary words coming from extra ordinary people, who place themselves exclusively in those inaccessible corners of your heart, give a life changing impetus, making you realize that they are truly the ones who went that extra mile for you because of you. The true worth of your existence is when you exist with such worthy people.

Life will not exactly pin point a person in particular. It will give you those moments of revelation where you make your choice. It’s probably that moment where Karma comes into picture. It reciprocates your apprehensions in a way which is completely representing your view of the world. You think the world to be too difficult to deal with, then you will experience every such moment as an unsolvable puzzle, you think it to be full of surprises and surprised you will be. It just depends on how you would love to look at these moments. 

There are so many things, abilities and people we think to be by default a part of our lives which are ought to be there no matter what. The truth is life doesn’t keep promises, it was never meant to. Life simply unfolds and puts you in a situation which you have to deal with. It doesn’t even say whether the conditions are sufficient to find those problematic variables, it just puts you there. That’s when those special people stand right next to you making you aware of the sufficiency to deal with the situation because of their very presence. Indeed then life with its unforgiving, inconsiderate and unpromising character still becomes a beautiful journey to experience. 

Constancy...

As we grow, we keep evolving and becoming something more than what we were before but do we need to change ourselves completely to evolve? Looking back at my school days I know how I have evolved and changed as well. I also know how my schoolmates have evolved and changed. I am very happy for all that evolving but not exactly for some of the changes that have engulfed them. Yeah it’s true in some cases changes are quite necessary and for the better but then it’s not too late before I start thinking about who have been constant in my life and how I am left with a very few names whereas there were a few more I would have loved to share the constancy with.  While watching a movie based on friendship and love has this thought ever come across your mind? For me it has. Sometimes I even lose track of the movie while thinking about the perfect friends shown in these films. If you have that one friend who has been with you through thick and thin you are indeed very blessed.

And then when I think about constancy I can only think about my parents. It’s so weird that I spend more and more time with my friends as I grow up but at the end of the day when it comes to dependence and faith and trust without much contemplation I can just turn to them and they will be there. I just thank god for blessing me with such amazing parents who’ve done more than what they could to give me whatever I wished for. I can write and write on this but this wall of words cannot confine them. No matter where the arrow of time leads you don’t forget to keep in touch with your parents wherever they are. Remember what they can teach you in a second might take you a lifetime to understand…. J

The Serpentine Lake

Hey folks! I am the famous Serpentine Lake in the campus of IIT Guwahati, Assam. An abode to thousands of IITians who after being drained off their gray cells in a nearly extinct examination called JEE are sent for a survival test to different places, one being Guwahati. After realizing the big fat lie which every coaching institute told to the JEE aspirants, that their life would be heaven, the IITians realize a greater truth, no girls ergo no life forget about heaven. Yeah it’s this “thing” amongst IITians to consider their campus comprising of only males and “non-males” but no females.

Anyways these conceptions are amongst the lesser mortals within the IITians. I befriend the “happening” and “dude” IITians who are the talk of the campus. Actually, when I was founded, about 17 years ago, I heard a divine voice which bestowed on me the pleasure of eavesdropping on the most famous couples formed out of near zero probabilities. Since then I have been enjoying, what the arts and commerce people would term as the, dullest, corniest, most geeky and dumbest couple conversations of all time. Nevertheless, I am very happy to be part of better amongst the worst. My friend lake near the library in front of NAC is frustrated of not having a name as well but that’s just the beginning of its miseries. Staying next to the library and in front of the lecture halls is the epitome of torture that it goes through, which I refuse to even imagine. I am really proud of being the lake with an island near a community hall, which only comes to life when HSS people celebrate something. Yeah even professors do use that community hall but well I mentioned about coming to life not going dead.

Yet, the best part is when that shining orange ball in the sky falls into my waters and extinguishes. That’s when I wake up. That’s when I clean my ears as well as I can and just wait and wait until two poor souls who know not that their conversation wouldn’t be private as they think it to be, come walking towards me. With the boys as desperate as they could be, I always get this vibe from them of searching the nearest possible bus stop shed with low lighting for obvious reasons. For the girls or well ahem…”non-males” it will be majority of the times about their life problems and retrospection. For some it is about losing weight as well but I always pray that such people can hear my friend SAC grounds call and go to the appropriate place because I give preferences to “you-know-who”. It’s really funny what the guys expect and what the girls actually come for. With all their college life expectations shattered into pieces I have great sympathies when even these expectations shatter. Anyways I hold them in high regards to at least manage to befriend their opposite sex. Yeah there are times when two souls are of the same sex as well but in this world of versatile possibilities we ought to respect personal choice. I don’t even blame them. What can one do with 1:10 girl:guy ratio and sometimes even worse.

So, now you know me better. The lake with an island or the couples lake call me whatever, I silently survive and wish for more couples each day, I proudly am the Serpentine Lake. 

Those days....

Remember those days when the toughest task used to be just waking up in the morning and getting ready for school? Mom always used to wake up on time! On time, with everything ready and we had to just brush, bathe, bite breakfast, bundle books and bags and “bhrrrum” away. Such simple and innocent days are so lost now.

Now the toughest task is to continue with those “plans” and just push and push yourself to squeeze in this world full of expectations and responsibilities. How ironic were those days when becoming the “monitor” of the class (which IS a responsibility) would bring immense pride and joy. How human were those days when sharing the tiffin did not involve thinking about your own benefits and hours of retrospection as to who gets the share. How simple were those days when a kerchief could gather a group of 10-15 boys who were not allowed to bring a cricket ball to school. How complicated it is now to keep in touch although a hanky is no match for wireless network in terms of “binding”. How scary it was when the principal walked into the class and how normal it is now to leave the class mid-way. How exciting it was to get the new school books and how dull it is now to search for them in the library.

Remember coming back from school with the worlds’ most untidy dress with mom yelling on top her lungs?  Phew! I yearn that yelling when its days without a bath in the hostel. I guess irony flows deeper and deeper with age and maturity. Those rules and chains which I wanted to be free from are the very reasons why I miss my school days so much now. This unchartered freedom holds good just for a few days after which you yearn for control. Nevertheless, those reminiscential memories seem to be of more importance than the desire of living them again.

There are still many things which haven’t changed since time immemorial like the happiness of a free period, the desire to know the results no matter how bad they are, the backbenches which are like friends forever, the favourite spot in class and many other petty things of paradoxically great importance. I’m joyously recollecting some of those best days writing this. It’s time for you to pause for 5 minutes and just immerse yourself in the sea of memories which will surely bring a wide smile on your face. 

Language doesn't make me who I am

It so happens that in almost everyone’s life there is this one person, may be closely or remotely related to him/her, who stammers and it becomes just so difficult to take that person seriously. Isn’t it? Even if we try to control laughing at his/her face we are too busy struggling to maintain our seriousness so much so that it can’t be channelized to him/her. I just feel disgusted with such kind of people. 

It’s fine when a person is being made fun of as long as it’s within a certain limit because that’s what friends do---have fun at each other’s expense, laugh, joke etc--- but even after all that judging a person and forming opinions about him/her based on his/her ability or disability is just pushing such people’s level below zero and giving away “who they are when no one’s looking” and please don’t argue by saying that its but natural to laugh. I would like to see them laughing at their mother, father or children for that matter if they would (and I hope no one is impaired in any ways) have the same.

 I am definitely not getting into the philosophical argument of what’s good or bad but I am sure of one thing -no one likes being made fun of. Ofcourse I don’t even spare myself when it comes to this. Even I am guilty of making fun of so many and to worsen it, behind their back, but every day I try to be a better person and at least make an attempt to understand all kinds of people around me. How much selfish and self-centered can you be even if you try? You just can’t ignore the people around you. So when I say I make an attempt implies that I do spare sometime trying to understand these people around me. I mean what’s the use of sparing time to pray or even call up your parents when you are in your hostel missing them when you can’t even understand what’s being human. 

The interesting part is after writing these few lines itself my mind is yelling “Why so serious?” but well this is where it all begins-you need to seriously consider people with their complex repertoire of behavior and try to spend some time with each of them before passing any judgments. Do you feel impossible to do so (spending time with everyone)? Then don’t even judge them just by their behavior. 

When it comes to respect I’d been taught of respecting my elders and all that crap. I strongly disagree. I just respect people by their work. This solely makes them who they are. No matter what they say, how “good looking” they are (yeah this is for all those idiotic girls and boys who decide a person is awesome or not based on their looks), how important their relation is with me or any of that sort. Yeah the obvious counter argument would be about respecting some of my professors unwillingly as they decide my grade since I’m in college. Another common argument which I am sure many of us have felt is unwillingly respecting some members of our family (most of the times cousins). But that’s a total different topic of discussion where one has to unwillingly accept certain things or have the balls enough to go against it.

The point is, judging a person and making opinions about him/her is completely in our will. Despite this we disrespect so many around us. Ofcourse it’s not that if this would happen then everyone would like everyone else but at least a few misunderstood could live peacefully. Also, "not disrespecting" and "liking" are two different things.

Language doesn’t solely decide what kind of a person I am neither for anyone else. There are so many of us especially being in India who laugh at people who can’t speak English properly or for that matter their style of speaking is off beat. Let me remind them that most of our mothers and fathers can’t even read or write. That doesn’t mean we think of them in anyway lowly than what their position is for us then why for others? I being from a metropolitan city have observed so many idiotic fools who think being from the city and living a hardcore urban lifestyle gives them the right to look down upon our people and our very country. Shame on such people who decided to go for a complicated life but well just cannot handle the complicacy. 

I study in a national institute called the IIT which is an abode to multi-cultural students from all over India and it’s said that at least one language changes every hundred kilometers in my country. It’s so fascinating to come across such diverse cultures of India in comparatively a small region like my campus. Here the problem is worse. The individual judging takes form of regionalism and groups which seem to be self-sustaining and absolutely inert to anyone else who’s considered foreign to their set of beliefs or culture. Seriously what’s the use of staying away from home and coming so far for education when you don’t have the basic ability to mingle with anyone else? Stay at home forever. Yeah agreed it’s not necessary to tolerate anything and everything but at least respect one another for who we are and where we come from. Anyways I guess my point is clear. I make words, words don’t make me but whatever I do it defines me.

Secret admirers...A mans heart

In one of my most romantic movies list there is this one film called ‘Titanic’ which has still kept that candle of hope burning in my heart that there is someone somewhere for you. Life doesn’t assure you the time, place or duration for that matter but it assures you of the worth of keeping that hope alive. There’s a dialogue in this movie which might have not captivated millions but did captivate me-“A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.” I really wondered whether this is truly a differentiating factor between a man’s and woman’s heart. With respect to the movies and the popular belief man is the tough one and women soft but does it really depicts what a man’s heart got within him. A woman can cry if she wants in front of his man but where does he get to go? As a teenager I might be limited with respect to the phases that I’ve been through and I know many await but even as of now sticking to the secrets of love, passion and affection there are so many things which I’d wish to tell her and I didn’t. I wanted to let her know how beautiful she was for me and how those things which I joked about in front of my friends all became real and there again I couldn’t let it out even if it was in front of my own friends. So many of my female friends (not every...exceptions are always there but I'm talking about the majority) so easily speak in a hyper melodramatic manner about their feelings and it’s so difficult for me to even think about treading that path. It’s just very uncomfortable and it’s a wow how females in that ways don’t even think for a minute about how those words when put together create the personification of feelings which we couldn’t conjure it even in our happiest moments. I am sure all those secret admirers out there will so agree to this and yes it’s definitely not “creepy” to be a secret admirer as many think it to be so. It’s just the admirer should know himself that it’s a secret and his actions shouldn't take the admiration fact to its destiny as long as the secrecy is preserved else it IS “creepy”. Nonetheless, it’s a passionate feeling to be housed within yourself and can even turn out to be a source of energy and motivation. The only thing is do not leave yourself ever with “if only”. Feelings are meant to be let out to let the world know what you think. Here I am sure you understand the interpretation of “world”. I repeat the first few lines again to conclude this Life doesn’t assure you the time, place or duration for that matter but it assures you of the worth of keeping that hope alive.