And I begin my journey in2 the new year not 2009 but 2010 & whoa!! wot a begin to it.
I sit & watch as people come & go. Restlessness probably like one of my friends wrote as he started out on a new venture, probably something every human would try to at the begin of every year that seems to be new & promising. “ Manchaadikootam” he named it & so. He says its a collection of memories( naughty & not). And I must say he has written it most damn beautifully. This is when you feel that just like music, even ideas have no barriers I.e. language to be specifically pointed out at.
As he reiterated his experiences right from his grandma being an elegant & poise lady to the very fact that he still is growing into a nostalgic cyst of a creature waiting to break out from his shell to explore the newer horizons that probably this galaxy is worth more than. It is amazing though when you start to write, you wonder what,when, where, why you gonna begin at and it jus ends up as one heck of a creation that even you would probably rub your nose into & relise the anomaly this would probably unravel.
Its the shouts of glory & excitement that ushers in every 1st of January. Some wander around having absolutely no sense of whats going on in and around the same vicinity that one stands, still others sleeping their way into the new year.
Amazingly so, the human brain does end up instructing the heart to do what he/she loves to do at that very moment. The human brain too is a force to reckin with, rather NOT!!..lol... coz even the minimal amount of excitement prediction, medium quantities of smashing, maximum effect of sarcasm would be handled in different extremities of the very same prism.
The transition phase of the adolescence to adult could probably be the most difficult phases a human would live to see. I would categorize this period as anywhere between two years to 5 & a half years.
Nothing between these years seem right for some but for another sect of humans this would be the bible, yet another clan would call it the rest of the apple Mr. Adam ( Technically Father of the nation called earth) ate. The rest of the generation would just live it like they have lived it up for the past 22 ½ years.
Its funny sometimes all those influx of weird iddeas that come into the head at this point in time, the transition period i.e.. As I was watching a movie which spoke of three such humans who didn't think of sleeping or guidelines & cooked up this idea of “Why couldn't we just use pencils instead of spending a fortune trying to create an ink which wouldn't solidify in the absence of air”..lol.
When I was passing thro. The same phase, low waist apparels, jazzy belts, funky watches were the stuff thought to be the most sought after & to admit I was one of them & boy did I enjoy it.... oops forgot the hair stuck with glue ( Gel Humans called it). I still wonder how all of these mattered the world to certain humans ( Not excluding myself).
Call it Idiocy, madness, vanity..would come close to this phase. Probably when eminem, Tupas & puff daddy set the floor on fire. Wot did they call it den? “ Yo! Momma! Lets shake some booty Yo!!”...hahahah. The greeting note of “ SSSsssssup!!” stands strong to this day.
An ode to joy were those days if you'd ask me . A huge gang of people still waiting to ask their “ True Love” for a cup of coffee and still others enjoying their drink with complete random strangers who'l have a story to tell later on & so many other random characters knowing not where their life would end up & straining to live life for this very split second.
For most people this is either the time dey'd graduated from any course they were pursuing until this very moment. Some others struggling to rid themselves of the same very course enjoying everything except the books...lol ( I laughed at myself on this one)
Making my foundation strong would be my justification & I so love cheap thrills...lol.
But probably this was the time which inspired a no books, no authoring, no literature, confused idiot to pick up his pen & glorify these moments.
Broke many a bones & minds of millions of unnoticing bystanders. Confusion about where to fit in probably was the criminal...hahahha... (Again Cheap Thrills).
Me, my sis & my dad invented a completely new language , a new story to live in & it still holds strong as I write this too... I'd probably speak of it at a later point in time. This whole book wouldn't suffice for the sheer glory of that saga.
Awsome scintillating deodorants, perfumes, nicotine sticks would accompany most of the confused but blissful beings of that hour. Butterflies in the stomach when the alluring beauty of the opposite sez breezes by would add sum glamour to ice this note.
The feeling of the butterflies rumbling or much rather fluttering could also be gained outta a roller coaster but then it wouldn't stimulate your mind & heart alike as well.
Lotta notions put your mind & heart in doubt at this very point ( As rejection is outta the question & you've just been crowned Mr/Ms Universe or sumthin...lol). Some actually gather up all the guts to go up2 the best thing you've ever witnessed & say sumthing which would be an exact antonym of what one was planning an eternity on preparing. This phase could briefly be annoted & erased as “ The Making-A-Fool-Of Phase”. Brings back memories.??!...lol.
Later on in life when you look at stuff like these, they do definitely bring a smile ( The curve that sets things straight) back to your busy face....lol.
This Making-A-Fool-Of phase does turn out to be fruitful for some goin ahead & making a family outta it. Still others have many a more Making-A-Fool-Of & still manage to stay single at the end of it. Blissful bachelordom aint it?!...hahah
Till then I.le. When you do manage to get a “Yes” which delivers you from the “ Making-A -Fool-Of” phase, you find out that all the people who would've never glanced at you for a second time deliver n no. of glances makin your deliverer scan your ethics..lol. That too is a fun phase when you do actually fool around just to see that change of expression.
Having a gang, partying the night out do tend to leave nostalgic scars which even if tried to erase( which you shouldn't) just doesn't seem to leave you.
Millions of excuses made to your creator, screwing around with any living being to have set foot on earth,feeling the deep breath grazing your shoulders, the dryness of the throat, the butterflies in your stomach, the high speed thrill trips, the wildest of screams, the beautiful but real chaos of emotions, the want to do so much but falling short of time would sum up the fact that life ain't no pain, its pure glamorous....Oops! Glorious... CheerS!!
Ajay Padattil
11/01/2010
Tuesday 12 January 2010
Monday 4 January 2010
Bygones & Silhouettes..!!
Wellness & Bright talks this year forth
A Blissful stride north would breathe now
Go ahead pull your horns & pack your stuff
Lazily tho & too good to be true
A night marred by rain but successful
Unplanned but fantabulous still a mystery
A pack of sweethearts dancing to your tunes
A dozen nicotine sticks to deny the Jizzy
Living up the next day sounds a timothy
Living spirits still sing a merry lamb
Twinkles scream the guy on the next table
Tequila scream us on this conference
A walk downtown with lights bedazzling
Porrota & Butter chicken seal the night
Mr Monk did enlighten s a bit too much
Tabs played would sink in deep & so
As my soulmate & me did dissolve these ahead
Silent shadows lurk still in the woods
Happy new year sounds 1 day after
The day to celebrate still sounds strong
The year promising a lifetime of happiness
Join me & the devil shall forgive.!!
Ajay Padattil
02/01/2010
A Blissful stride north would breathe now
Go ahead pull your horns & pack your stuff
Lazily tho & too good to be true
A night marred by rain but successful
Unplanned but fantabulous still a mystery
A pack of sweethearts dancing to your tunes
A dozen nicotine sticks to deny the Jizzy
Living up the next day sounds a timothy
Living spirits still sing a merry lamb
Twinkles scream the guy on the next table
Tequila scream us on this conference
A walk downtown with lights bedazzling
Porrota & Butter chicken seal the night
Mr Monk did enlighten s a bit too much
Tabs played would sink in deep & so
As my soulmate & me did dissolve these ahead
Silent shadows lurk still in the woods
Happy new year sounds 1 day after
The day to celebrate still sounds strong
The year promising a lifetime of happiness
Join me & the devil shall forgive.!!
Ajay Padattil
02/01/2010
Wednesday 30 December 2009
Life is Glorious ( Part IV )..!!
Living life for about 27 yrs now would seem like a real loooong period to somebody who wouldn't have found the “ Bodh Gaya”...the “ Amrit Pathr”.. the “ immortality” that every human being or a living organism looks for ( The impact of having biology till bout the 10th std!!..lol ).; To me , I gues, without being any of those eternal beings, living life was just an edge of the ccube we would call an “ Isomateism” .
“Is” would be an “isotope” .... “ tomate” sounded a lot like the “TOMATO” I ate earlier tonite & “ ism” is something that scientists alwayz designated a disease...lol..!!... to be blunt & true.... Analyzing the whole word, it means “ I lived it up to this second...wouldn't worry bout the next”.
When we pass through the 16 to 20 , we alwayz wonder how cool the snow would be or how awsome a nightout should be or how mindblowing the celebrity life could get. Looking at all those experiences, I wouldn't blame anybody who wished to be an actor, anchor, co-star , villain , a henchman, a side artiste, a dancer, a politician, a musician, a petitioner for the heck of it. All those kinda pressed against one fact... “ GLAMOUR”.
Owning a car, rampaging arounf the whole city, making the loudest of noises that the human ear would explode at, livin every 31st of december with ' Wine & Dine”, walking around with a cell phone, Breaking window panes, Savaging to the extent of the society stamping you an outcast, all of this would definitely bring all of these four years to one retrospect, labelling me or you as one heck of a teenager...lol.
I seriously have no idea how to proceed with this prose..lol.. but nevertheless I did feel like penning down dome worthless, useless, crappy words which I would call an outburst of adrenaline which I could've spent doing sumthing else (not worthwil) but dedicated ( NOT..!!!) to these random words which Shakespeare would mistake for “ Literature Gone Wrong..!!” ...hahahaha
Jeopardy, Dilemma, Confusion would define or much rather summarize wot a human would feel through these 4 years. But these four years actually do play the hero / heroine in life as to how it would proceed & shape up.
Movies, Dialogues, People, Situations, The spirit, the moon, the floor, the illumination, the ambience & a million other reasons which kinda inspired me to write bout sumthing so trivial.
“Impossible is something that I haven't taught her..!!” is one of those things that spun this wheel of insanity & it did( Surprise Surprise....!!).
Leaving these four years would definitely be tough but as sumbody said “ the only thing that one can't leave behind is Age”... the physicality of the situation has got absolutely nothing to do with the mental illness we call “ Zeal” tho....for life...lol.
Lamenting on past times nor the future actually sufficed for any of those aspirations that a human found necessary. This is for just a simple reason that thepresent would definitely look like this second, which you would repeat...if defined bygones.
Life would definitely sound glorious...past these 4 years that I was harping on uselessly...lol... but .....Wohooooo.!! Take 4 of these away from anybody & wouldn't you have misssed an eternity of Frolic.!?!
Ajay Padattil
30/12/2009
“Is” would be an “isotope” .... “ tomate” sounded a lot like the “TOMATO” I ate earlier tonite & “ ism” is something that scientists alwayz designated a disease...lol..!!... to be blunt & true.... Analyzing the whole word, it means “ I lived it up to this second...wouldn't worry bout the next”.
When we pass through the 16 to 20 , we alwayz wonder how cool the snow would be or how awsome a nightout should be or how mindblowing the celebrity life could get. Looking at all those experiences, I wouldn't blame anybody who wished to be an actor, anchor, co-star , villain , a henchman, a side artiste, a dancer, a politician, a musician, a petitioner for the heck of it. All those kinda pressed against one fact... “ GLAMOUR”.
Owning a car, rampaging arounf the whole city, making the loudest of noises that the human ear would explode at, livin every 31st of december with ' Wine & Dine”, walking around with a cell phone, Breaking window panes, Savaging to the extent of the society stamping you an outcast, all of this would definitely bring all of these four years to one retrospect, labelling me or you as one heck of a teenager...lol.
I seriously have no idea how to proceed with this prose..lol.. but nevertheless I did feel like penning down dome worthless, useless, crappy words which I would call an outburst of adrenaline which I could've spent doing sumthing else (not worthwil) but dedicated ( NOT..!!!) to these random words which Shakespeare would mistake for “ Literature Gone Wrong..!!” ...hahahaha
Jeopardy, Dilemma, Confusion would define or much rather summarize wot a human would feel through these 4 years. But these four years actually do play the hero / heroine in life as to how it would proceed & shape up.
Movies, Dialogues, People, Situations, The spirit, the moon, the floor, the illumination, the ambience & a million other reasons which kinda inspired me to write bout sumthing so trivial.
“Impossible is something that I haven't taught her..!!” is one of those things that spun this wheel of insanity & it did( Surprise Surprise....!!).
Leaving these four years would definitely be tough but as sumbody said “ the only thing that one can't leave behind is Age”... the physicality of the situation has got absolutely nothing to do with the mental illness we call “ Zeal” tho....for life...lol.
Lamenting on past times nor the future actually sufficed for any of those aspirations that a human found necessary. This is for just a simple reason that thepresent would definitely look like this second, which you would repeat...if defined bygones.
Life would definitely sound glorious...past these 4 years that I was harping on uselessly...lol... but .....Wohooooo.!! Take 4 of these away from anybody & wouldn't you have misssed an eternity of Frolic.!?!
Ajay Padattil
30/12/2009
Tuesday 29 December 2009
Relive the Beauty..!!
Glorification of history seems a mystery
Bifurcation of liberty seems a reality
Smashed spinners would weave a miracle
Laden speeds still a sinister trinket
Bells of gold & Silver flying through the deep
Woods so green & millions of words they speak
A path that treads itself into the unseen
a bridge descending still into the foreseen
The mornings with the sun so bright
The nights with the moon so shy
Slamming myths of the beast within
Shocking flings with the breeze forgiving
As history repeats itself over the name
Beautiful scenes bedazzle to this day.!!
Ajay Padattil
27/112/2009
Bifurcation of liberty seems a reality
Smashed spinners would weave a miracle
Laden speeds still a sinister trinket
Bells of gold & Silver flying through the deep
Woods so green & millions of words they speak
A path that treads itself into the unseen
a bridge descending still into the foreseen
The mornings with the sun so bright
The nights with the moon so shy
Slamming myths of the beast within
Shocking flings with the breeze forgiving
As history repeats itself over the name
Beautiful scenes bedazzle to this day.!!
Ajay Padattil
27/112/2009
Sunday 20 December 2009
Life is Glorious ( Part III )..!!
Maybe the previously written sarcasm would be so out of tune that I myself wouldn't be able to decipher.
Waste of words would be more like it & the English language sounds like an absolute waste of energy.
This time I think it should deal with sumthing which wouldn't lose the essence of the lollipop but would still beckon with pool & billiards or snooker as you would love to call it.
Growing up wasn't too difficult a task as I would trace my 27 years back to the time I found lollipops an element of absolute bliss.
Being caught stealing words
Being caught watching porn
being caught runnin away from boring lectures
Being caught trying to smuggle a note across a lotta peers to the one gal you cared about
Being caught speakin about sumthing trivial but so damn exciting as you try acting the adolescence bur still raging on puberty
Being caught trying to extend just 5 minutes of your sleep
Being caught for merely telling your soul-mate “ I love U”
Being caught for gorging “ Pani Puris” ( Hindi for “ Gol Guppas”) & not thinkin about the sad water it was filled with
Being caught for stretching a phone line so loong ( it would reach the moon) to just listen to 5 minutes of the one thing you've waited for an entire 5 minutes
Being caught for buying an eraser which looked like a car to an eraser which looked like an eraser..lol
Memory lane..that would be my perception of all those incidents which you could smile at this very moment but meant the bloody world to you way back then, nd I would def like to add a “ hhahahahahaha” to summarize em.
And en route all of this you do get to hear stuff like “ I told you so”... “ You would realise only when you have kids”... You're almost there but haven't stepped across or rather crossed the “ Line of Control” ...LOC as we lovingly address to in India( Mera bharat Mahan..nevertheless)
A box of chocolates , A bouquet of flowers , A Cut out looking like a tiger with a tail, A sweet smelling candle, A birthday wish, An anniversary (puppy love times...lol), A sweet kiss, A glance, A glimpse, An “ ishara”, A wink, A mushy letter, A teddy bear, A sarcastic remark ending in a hug speaks for all ages to this date & does evoke the slightest of emotions that humans refer to as a rush of adrenaline.
Isn't life a beautiful thing which takes you through all these ages but still reminds you of one trifle fact that if you don't feel these emotions, you ain't living it at all..?!
Dint feel like stretching it tonite...hahahahhahhaah
Ajay Padattil
19/12/2009
Waste of words would be more like it & the English language sounds like an absolute waste of energy.
This time I think it should deal with sumthing which wouldn't lose the essence of the lollipop but would still beckon with pool & billiards or snooker as you would love to call it.
Growing up wasn't too difficult a task as I would trace my 27 years back to the time I found lollipops an element of absolute bliss.
Being caught stealing words
Being caught watching porn
being caught runnin away from boring lectures
Being caught trying to smuggle a note across a lotta peers to the one gal you cared about
Being caught speakin about sumthing trivial but so damn exciting as you try acting the adolescence bur still raging on puberty
Being caught trying to extend just 5 minutes of your sleep
Being caught for merely telling your soul-mate “ I love U”
Being caught for gorging “ Pani Puris” ( Hindi for “ Gol Guppas”) & not thinkin about the sad water it was filled with
Being caught for stretching a phone line so loong ( it would reach the moon) to just listen to 5 minutes of the one thing you've waited for an entire 5 minutes
Being caught for buying an eraser which looked like a car to an eraser which looked like an eraser..lol
Memory lane..that would be my perception of all those incidents which you could smile at this very moment but meant the bloody world to you way back then, nd I would def like to add a “ hhahahahahaha” to summarize em.
And en route all of this you do get to hear stuff like “ I told you so”... “ You would realise only when you have kids”... You're almost there but haven't stepped across or rather crossed the “ Line of Control” ...LOC as we lovingly address to in India( Mera bharat Mahan..nevertheless)
A box of chocolates , A bouquet of flowers , A Cut out looking like a tiger with a tail, A sweet smelling candle, A birthday wish, An anniversary (puppy love times...lol), A sweet kiss, A glance, A glimpse, An “ ishara”, A wink, A mushy letter, A teddy bear, A sarcastic remark ending in a hug speaks for all ages to this date & does evoke the slightest of emotions that humans refer to as a rush of adrenaline.
Isn't life a beautiful thing which takes you through all these ages but still reminds you of one trifle fact that if you don't feel these emotions, you ain't living it at all..?!
Dint feel like stretching it tonite...hahahahhahhaah
Ajay Padattil
19/12/2009
Monday 14 December 2009
Life is Glorious ( Part II )
The Weekend that never was..!!
This should have been the title of my next one..but gladly it isn't....lol..Well.. like all of us say an extended weekend...long lost times of life...A love that would never change.. A mystery that would never unravel itself...the whole journey could just be summarized in that one bit.
I still remember the day I packed my bags when I'd got the first command tellin me “ You're goin Clientele” , & I was so lookin forward to it w/o one small livin grasp of regret to beckon with ...& I did.
Starting with my journey this weekend (A huge loong one..) after a bloody looooooooooooooong while still would sound an irony. Why I haven't , should I have...” Stayin here is a lost chance”..would all sound true to the world but me.! But it all started on “ A Wednesday”(to be precise).
Curbing myself to 3 drinks, boarding a bus, pickin up a bottle of water(which I did say thanks for..) , listenin to blaring sounds with visuals bu slept gloriously, wakin up in the middle of the night to finding my destination, listenin to woes...to keeping the spirits alive, visiting a beach to having biryani in the night ( Prohibited in a jungle), joining one of the most awaited (amazingly true) weddings of this millennium to meeting a fellow blogger ( And boy I do admire the flow) , tripping on FOOD (way too amazing(Bright Mutton, Bright “Patiri”.. Awesomeness in itself)), the walk down memory lane so early in the month wid a deo & lifebuoy ( Tandurusti ki Raksha) , magic moments, water in a “LEHAR” bottle, the tube, the fan, this pillow, the TV & the mosquitoes( Bidding adieu sumday..hopefully...lol) , this pen to the very last word...................... I think I did have one well deserved ( NOT!!!) happening extended happy weekend ( Holiday..!!)
I did once again love the technicalities of this moment ( And I mean literally).. Just loved the ABAP burger I must say....and that is sumthing I don't think I'd ever get to know if I'd tried too as well ( Hats off to Chekavar...The guy is just SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICESPIALIDOCIOIUS)
Life just had to be glorious as one may expect... Its sumthing that one would learn through passing times & phases. Getting philosophical again huh...?! But what the heaven...! Its just me... the people we meet, the times goin by, the stories that would register itself as one niched cacophony ( After all confusion would deliver us unto absolute fascination) , and one thing to surpass all “ living it”
to be contd..!!
Ajay Padattil
14/12/2009
This should have been the title of my next one..but gladly it isn't....lol..Well.. like all of us say an extended weekend...long lost times of life...A love that would never change.. A mystery that would never unravel itself...the whole journey could just be summarized in that one bit.
I still remember the day I packed my bags when I'd got the first command tellin me “ You're goin Clientele” , & I was so lookin forward to it w/o one small livin grasp of regret to beckon with ...& I did.
Starting with my journey this weekend (A huge loong one..) after a bloody looooooooooooooong while still would sound an irony. Why I haven't , should I have...” Stayin here is a lost chance”..would all sound true to the world but me.! But it all started on “ A Wednesday”(to be precise).
Curbing myself to 3 drinks, boarding a bus, pickin up a bottle of water(which I did say thanks for..) , listenin to blaring sounds with visuals bu slept gloriously, wakin up in the middle of the night to finding my destination, listenin to woes...to keeping the spirits alive, visiting a beach to having biryani in the night ( Prohibited in a jungle), joining one of the most awaited (amazingly true) weddings of this millennium to meeting a fellow blogger ( And boy I do admire the flow) , tripping on FOOD (way too amazing(Bright Mutton, Bright “Patiri”.. Awesomeness in itself)), the walk down memory lane so early in the month wid a deo & lifebuoy ( Tandurusti ki Raksha) , magic moments, water in a “LEHAR” bottle, the tube, the fan, this pillow, the TV & the mosquitoes( Bidding adieu sumday..hopefully...lol) , this pen to the very last word...................... I think I did have one well deserved ( NOT!!!) happening extended happy weekend ( Holiday..!!)
I did once again love the technicalities of this moment ( And I mean literally).. Just loved the ABAP burger I must say....and that is sumthing I don't think I'd ever get to know if I'd tried too as well ( Hats off to Chekavar...The guy is just SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICESPIALIDOCIOIUS)
Life just had to be glorious as one may expect... Its sumthing that one would learn through passing times & phases. Getting philosophical again huh...?! But what the heaven...! Its just me... the people we meet, the times goin by, the stories that would register itself as one niched cacophony ( After all confusion would deliver us unto absolute fascination) , and one thing to surpass all “ living it”
to be contd..!!
Ajay Padattil
14/12/2009
Wednesday 9 December 2009
Life is Glorious..!!
This title was inspired!! when I was told about this title, I was supposed to write it for an *th std adult. Now I come to think about it & it strikes me that this was a topic I would've loved to write about all of my life but just dint get the right nuance to pin me. Tonight I dunno which moment or what event or wot colors actually inspired me to.
As I see it, everybody's come a long way from lollipops & candies(not that they still don't fascinate me.. but the philosophical touch..lol). In the two paragraphs I wrote for the original, I did keep stressing on the different colors life put you through.
I'd oodled bout the rainbow, the emotions, the tests that life put you through but termed life as the ultimate epitome of gloriousness.
Very recently sumbody I know real close quoted “ Everyday is a good day & Every time is a good time” & upon that moment & a bit of soul searching(Beep ...Beep..Heavy words not used to using!!) I realized,it's true to the very last “S”.
the time a human opens his eyes to witness all the “RGB” to blend with the monochrome that I lovingly call Black & White, we see different combinations of the primary colors to capture beauty even the modernest of gadgets would take an eternity to capture.
The one thing those devices would never be able to do is “Feel” , nd that is the dimension that non-living things would never comprehend or enjoy.
When we talk bout feelings, what is the first thing that comes to the limelight.?! Not wot we are experiencing right now, but I'm talking bout the purity with which we looked at that fan swiveling above us not realizing that this would be sumthing that would provide oxygen & carbon dioxide at the same time.
The Rainbows remind me of one thing “VIBGYOR”..not the colors but “Vision In Big Gigs Yearn Olden Realms”...putting it simply.. the present dwells on the past & most of us cherish them.
In the original I again spawned upon the emotions ranging from when you do sumthing childishly immoral to when your folks promise to get you chocolate later that evening.
It goes through a cycle where you probably get a pencil from a friend of yours at school,claim its been”given to you forever” when questioned by ur folks, advised never to do it again...shouting back..scolded at..still shouting back..grounded...still shouting back..a warning with a cane(which your innocence perceives as “Wouldn't be”)...still shouting back..cane falling..shouting transforming within split milliseconds to tears, not crying to show you are macho...a cold look...burst into tears..not minding..howl loudly...still not minding,....howl louder (a cry the neighbors would call the 100 because of...lol).. Folks give in...the hurt puppy look...folks feel bad....the smile(cute lil innocent devil)...folks ask you “never to do it again...its wrong”...Saying “yes”...Folks turning around...Running behind them showing your sorry face...chocolate promised...deal closed.
The above was a single little situation I think I loved to play & learnt a lot too. I loved the “Love”...te “Glory”..the “Experience”..the “warmth”...the “Discovery”... Rather the “Lesson Learnt”. This woz a situation I had summarized into two lines(A sentence to be precise) in the original...lol
All the small lil perfect moments in life teach you so much, just that its a lot later that v realize.
To be contd.....
Ajay Padattil
08/12/2009
As I see it, everybody's come a long way from lollipops & candies(not that they still don't fascinate me.. but the philosophical touch..lol). In the two paragraphs I wrote for the original, I did keep stressing on the different colors life put you through.
I'd oodled bout the rainbow, the emotions, the tests that life put you through but termed life as the ultimate epitome of gloriousness.
Very recently sumbody I know real close quoted “ Everyday is a good day & Every time is a good time” & upon that moment & a bit of soul searching(Beep ...Beep..Heavy words not used to using!!) I realized,it's true to the very last “S”.
the time a human opens his eyes to witness all the “RGB” to blend with the monochrome that I lovingly call Black & White, we see different combinations of the primary colors to capture beauty even the modernest of gadgets would take an eternity to capture.
The one thing those devices would never be able to do is “Feel” , nd that is the dimension that non-living things would never comprehend or enjoy.
When we talk bout feelings, what is the first thing that comes to the limelight.?! Not wot we are experiencing right now, but I'm talking bout the purity with which we looked at that fan swiveling above us not realizing that this would be sumthing that would provide oxygen & carbon dioxide at the same time.
The Rainbows remind me of one thing “VIBGYOR”..not the colors but “Vision In Big Gigs Yearn Olden Realms”...putting it simply.. the present dwells on the past & most of us cherish them.
In the original I again spawned upon the emotions ranging from when you do sumthing childishly immoral to when your folks promise to get you chocolate later that evening.
It goes through a cycle where you probably get a pencil from a friend of yours at school,claim its been”given to you forever” when questioned by ur folks, advised never to do it again...shouting back..scolded at..still shouting back..grounded...still shouting back..a warning with a cane(which your innocence perceives as “Wouldn't be”)...still shouting back..cane falling..shouting transforming within split milliseconds to tears, not crying to show you are macho...a cold look...burst into tears..not minding..howl loudly...still not minding,....howl louder (a cry the neighbors would call the 100 because of...lol).. Folks give in...the hurt puppy look...folks feel bad....the smile(cute lil innocent devil)...folks ask you “never to do it again...its wrong”...Saying “yes”...Folks turning around...Running behind them showing your sorry face...chocolate promised...deal closed.
The above was a single little situation I think I loved to play & learnt a lot too. I loved the “Love”...te “Glory”..the “Experience”..the “warmth”...the “Discovery”... Rather the “Lesson Learnt”. This woz a situation I had summarized into two lines(A sentence to be precise) in the original...lol
All the small lil perfect moments in life teach you so much, just that its a lot later that v realize.
To be contd.....
Ajay Padattil
08/12/2009
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