First Sight.........

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Guys don’t make any wrong perception……….

Sometimes, we lose track of some people who were moving with our life…at every stage similar we lose some people who have been with us for sometime..And then we meet new ones...Sometimes the new ones replace the people who left us and some people can never be replaced. People come and go and may be for a reason or just a season and life goes on………sometimes somewhere in life you feel lonely but someone somewhere is not happy as you...Far near the border when a soldier sleeps, missing his loved one, he silently weeps…somewhere a poor dad cries silently when he see his son begging for food..But this is what we called life, love and happiness……

I wonder about myself, my happiness, my will and my lovesome...I have always thought about beauty, love and life. This is the world of beauty; it acts like magic...I could almost feel my heart skip a beat when I that beauty for the first time...As John Keats said “A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness” It is said love is blind but if beauty is added to it you can’t afford to be blind. That was it…I wanted to savor the moment, every bit of it…Yup! I wasn’t rendered blind but as I walked into real world that day the universe around me just came to a halt…somewhere deep down I felt myself humming to myself, Sometimes I think  about the beauty with fairytale like features… Mind says ‘You are beautiful; you are beautiful that’s true. I saw your face, in a crowded place and I don’t know what to do’.  Those dreamy eyes were as if they had been adopted from a princess story…they spoke of aspiration, inspiration, dignity and valor. A brightness  hid behind her face ,a smile  trickled down those glossy lips reached those eyes reflected all the love and honesty in her heart, which instantaneously took my heart away…A calm and shy face was slightly lowered with modesty ,enormous expression dwindled on that  face at a time hinting a sense of mixed feeling in that new environment. I heard her voice for the first time….it was as if the whole world has fallen silent…it was the same feeling when the first pendulous drop of rain touches your face…….the feeling when a bud attempting to become a twig…jingling of bells on a Christmas eve…like the dancing river touches the stone……..I heard her speak of her college, her career, her hobbies ….it was a voice with a confidence and determination of winning the world……bringing all her heart desire and dreams into reality….It was as if she was a breath of fresh air…that she carried herself well like a lady of substance.

It was almost impossible to withdraw my attention from that lovely girl and I let my thoughts drift away. I was clueless. First sight and I fell enchantment …well I don’t vouch for the credibility of that statement….but I can tell you this brief experience had left me breathless, speechless and for a moment helpless. I felt a strong urge inside me to walk straight to her, fall on my knees and ask for her hand and confess to her that I was blown away by her beauty…that God must have actually taken time out of His busy schedule to create her…with such precision and accuracy.

A Daydream.......

It was a scorching Monday evening, after my usual exhausting morning shift I was laying on my ‘not-so-soft’ bed. The unfinished Opel Mehta was still acquiring the same space on the left side of the bed where I placed it last night.…my fastrack beeped …It was 5’Oclock in the evening. The sun was about to say good bye for the day…. It looked grim with a reddish tinge all over. The sky was spectacular, as it threw in the air a medley of colors -scarlet, orange and red….. I closed my eyes and fell for eternity...

A soft gentle breeze was touching my soul which was overburdened with myriads of silent tales which were needed to be unfold...Rosy sunshine swept my dozy eyes. It was amusing to watch the birds, playing around the birch trees and the water trickling down the snowy white stones. The sweet smell of the rajnigandha made me breathe like a monk, so as to enjoy it wholly and spiritually. I saw the vast ocean. I could feel the soft wet sand under my feet. The salty breeze swept my face, leaving behind a mild scent of the sand. I walked a long distance, with my hands in the air, alongside the waves, was viewing the horizon at full length. I dived deep, deeper, into thoughts. I wished I could dive into the ocean and get to the shore alive. At some distance I caught sight of a cottage with a door kept ajar…stepped inside I felt the aroma of the fresh wild flowers that touched my feet ...two snowy white statues of women with feathers, looking like angels from heaven was stretching their hands…it was looking like they were calling me..I looked around and my eyes got stick on the chandelier,fixed to the roof. The breeze was giving it a harmonic motion...As the sun’s sharp beams fell on the chandelier, the reflections from dozens of crystal hangings on it, flickered giving it a glisten like a Diamond; it was adding a classic vintage charm to the world around. I couldn’t take my eyes off this beauty. They seemed immortal, neither the chandelier nor  its shadow. The shadow of the chandelier projected an attractive black shade as it descent on top of the fawn floor mat. I felt like resting over the shades, enjoying the warmth of the rug under this soothing Venetian; I went off to the verandah... It was filled with shadows - of large trees, sparkling rainbow, huge mountains, colorful butterflies and tweeting birds. I found myself in an uncanny world. Clouds were at a hands stretch and the environment seemed so pure... It was an odyssey into a dazzling world with no identity.

A mark of happiness cast in my heart but an unvarying beeping sound brutally stabbed in the heart …all of a sudden the world seemed to be turning upside down, everything around were departing  from me  at a rapid pace . The beeping sound grew harder and louder…it was so hard that it couldn’t save me from being panicked and increased my migrant. I heard someone yelling my name. I   opened my eyes as if I had just woken up from a broken spell and found myself on the floor of my own room. The time was 8 0’clock then. Opel Mehta was now resting on my chest... It did not take me much time to realize that this unrealistic world was a mere creation of my own dream. After having restored myself to reality I felt better. Recollecting about the last 3 hrs of continuous fantasy, cast a smile on my face and instilled a sense of happiness and relief in my heart…made me experience on the edge of the world…. 

Time is changing……….

Time….when I was in school our gurus and my parents used to warn me “Time is wealth, do not waste it…….”…although I find that proverb to some extent weird, but today I realize it’s not only the time..It’s a time machine...Where the modernization is the source of energy…Its rushing like anything. I don't know where it’s going and where it is going to take me. Two years have passed without doing anything…… Just slipped by, slyly as never before. The days, nights and weeks just passed by like anything. I can still remember what I said on a morning of my first weekly off of 2009….. As clear as like it was yesterday!
 
Industry life sucks. Doing constant duty with very week ,,the same B,A,C…same B to A and the same weekly off and come back straight after 10 long hours. Tired enough to not even stand up and drink a glass of water all by myself. No time for family, no time for long lost friends, no time for introspection, no time for life.

Looking back now ,after 4 years I realize what I had gained and  what I had lost…the day I entered room no 28 and the day I entered room 201(hotel konark regency)…..suddenly things changed ,life brought surprises…….

Memories are still fresh of the days of our college week, the sleepless night for preparing the best wall magazine and the most tough task of doing parade for the college week(which remained a flopped dream. I can’t even remember when we won the last Parade competition), the most exciting football match between hostel 6 n hostel 7, long queues in the college canteen, eyes trying to search for some pretty girl in the boring lecture… just kidding), formation of the big gang every evening near pankaj da chai shop……..still I feel the taste of that 3 rupee chai along with a couple of samosas…… endless fights over some counter-strike, moto GP, the days during college election ..the scenic view of the dipor bill…and our all time party….the night we spent in our pyro…the dj night (girls were really enormous on that night)………to the early morning rush to stand on a queues for the puri bhaji….and the exam time …mad attempt to complete the whole course…enjoying life, party till the exam result come and after the exam result came…

All of it forms memories……memories which we can never forget. Memories of friends who hugged each other, cried in joy and sadness. Today they are far apart, but still common thread binds us all.

Life changed drastically in last two years… Campus to industry is a fucking nightmare. Corporate life is sucky. It’s just too weird at times. I don't know what life is going to turn out to be after all this ends. As an engineering graduate I was one of the lucky one to get selected for an MNC. But    Professionalism sucks way too much, but it left me no choice….. I miss you AEC and my friends

A Word to GOD..........

The year's at the spring

And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven -
All's right with the world!
~Robert Browning

As I sit down to pen my first article on blog my mind flies back to those days when I was in  4^th standard and we read the poem Botor(in assamese ;meaning Season in English).It was fun reading it ; the pages being filled with lots of colourful  pictures;  at the same time walked us through  changing seasons at different times of the year and their impact on nature.

But today when I try to recollect the same poem again, a question mark arises in my mind; “Is the poem truly on par with this place……?????Did I enjoy the spring that the last two years have brought for me….????” Suddenly my inner voice answered….”No …definitely not…..”.

It left me pondering about this place, which is recognized as one of the most hot spots in India. Four  years back when I was at Assam Engineering College, I felt the period from February to April brought typical coolness and calmness to the environment. The flowers of our hostel garden, in full bloom, the exuberant clusters of flame-red flowers of the ‘Krishnasura’ tree (Gulmouhor ) together created a unique and magical poetic mood in front of our hostel. One would automatically fall in love with the buzz of the soft breezing air. The cuckoo bird…heralding the advent of spring ;sang atop the mango trees; made the evnvironment go crazy.

The tantalizing aroma of the eucalyptus trees; the crystal clear night skies with its widespread network of galaxies, twinkling stars, the calm and  serene moon, together cast a spell on me. I would get lost in myself mesmerizing their beauty surprised at the kind of romance they create in man’s heart. All in all, that part of the year was my most favorite apart from the festival month of October-November.

But today time has changed and with time the air around seems to have changed. I have lost those lovely days of calmness. Today I spend my life under harsh climatic condition…8 months of summer, 2 months of rain and 2 months of faulty winter. Moreover in summer the mercury soars up to 48° C maximum while in winter it comes down to barely 25° C.  At times my life feels like a fish out of water with only dust all around; gasping for breath having nowhere to go.

Sometimes it breaks my heart to think of the injustice done to this place….that God had cheated it and its natives, cheated by not giving them the pleasure of spring.

 As I wrap up this article I pray to God…please bless this place with the eternal bliss of nature that you used to bestowed upon me a few years back so that sometimes even my heart can feel its beat and dance to feeling of a new life.