Fire in Ideas

Ideas have great values. Their potential brings light to everyone around. Every second individual I meet has some idea or another in his mind. Humans are made of such sort of chemical which makes them forget that they exist when an idea that appeals their mind comes in front of them. They become one with the idea and after sharing their soul with the idea nurture the embryo of idea thus conceived.

 And its not just limited to ideas related to technology or any consumer specific problems, or the idea of a free nation or any ideology. An idea itself is not limited to any field. It will emerge anywhere, to anyone, whosoever wishes to change the things, for good or bad.

Hope is the soul of an idea. And it is something that never fades away. Even to a dying person, there is a hope of a better next life. Hope keeps the life flowing even to  a sinking, tired and dying sun, that it will rise again the next day. That the next day will be defined because of him only. A failed idea in a similar way will reemerge with greater prominence than before.

Fortunately most of the ideas emerging in contemporary time are for benefit of species here. As skills of people increase and efficient solutions to problems come in their minds, their souls, passion and hope of idea becoming successful combine to create an environment most conducive for their baby to flourish at good speed healthily. With time, this world is likely to become a better place with more people involved in solving problems than just a bunch of their representatives who, already occupied with large scale problems, find the small scale problems difficult to reach to without the people's support.

Successful ideas would fetch the creators a lifetime of satisfaction and monetary benefit comes as a bonus, though that's what most of the entrepreneurs set out to achieve as a primary goal. Some succeed in achieving this as primary goal, but many fail, because the goal was not backed by an appealing idea. The next version, emerging due to the hope alive even in the discarded idea, would be more refined and possibly more appealing.

The young and fresh come up with better solutions, or we can say that because the young are going to occupy the drivers seat in future, the solutions provided by them would be more valid in future. Hence they should be valued. Their ideas should be valued. Their potential, the hope of great power the world would be with them getting stronger, should be firmly believed. The spark in their eyes should be kept bright. We are seeing technology based solutions emerging in today's India, which are precise, scalable, least inefficient and easily accessible. But solutions are to be  found out in more domains. Social entrepreneurship is need of the time, and ngos like Goonj, Naz Foundation are doing appreciable work in this regard. Solutions related to agriculture, climate change, religious tolerance, better economics and many others are still pending and are open to the dynamic youth to take grip of and bring a better change in the world we live.

It is the ideas that keep us alive. Hope becomes a soul which is undoubtedly the most important ingredient any life needs, but in physical domain, the realisation of idea is what keeps us moving, active, and sails us through the daily turbulence of life. 

1, 2 and 3 days

Every night before getting lost in her dreamy world she thought of all those moments which once gave her strength to face world and at the same made her weak in front of him. Weak, because she never wanted him to go away from her. Possibly she was being selfish but she rather named it ‘love’. Love that made her do the craziest things, travel distances in chilly winter evenings just to see him for a few minutes, to sit next to him, to hear him say her name, to feel pretty, to share her stories, to feel his warmth, to click secret pictures, for that one parting shy hug which meant the world to her. All she has with her are memories. Certainly they don’t haunt her but makes her want to relive those moments forever and ever…but iisshhh reality bites she knows it can never happen again…‘Hum donno ki hai apni - apni lachaariyan…’

She is not in this mood for long though…rather a bit confused always, well that’s how she is, complicated. She feels going away from him wasn’t that bad also. It made her see some very important aspects to whom she was probably blind earlier. She realized her self worth, she became more accommodative, much more independent, trust worthy of people, firm believer in the fact that magic is yet to happen, and most important there are different but good people around– ‘Khud hi dhoond le ge kinaare…’

And she watched ‘love actually’ the very next day which again kept her thinking – was she in love ever? If No then that’s how it was supposed to be if Yes, did she try enough to be with him because if it was love they both would be watching some tale together sitting next to each other but well no that’s now never going to happen. Too many things buzzing in her head she decides to rest them all. A stamp to a relationship would have been great but no stamp no seeing each other no sharing lives does not mean it wasn’t love. There is love and that’s why she hopes to see him some day somewhere, bump into him and just look into his eyes. ‘God only knows what I’d be without you’

And today she woke up with a heavy heart...sigh! She dreamt of him…wondered why she could not control her dreams. Somewhere she liked it too, as he was wearing a bright colour t-shirt which she always insisted him to wear. He looked nice with that two weeks old beard, while she adored him in her dream he smiled looking at her, they both gazed at each other and ran somewhere unknown. That’s all she could remember when she opened her eyes in the morning. She dreamt of him, when he is no where close, when he is with someone for a life time, snuggling her, comforting her, loving her, showing her to the world, posting mushy pictures and probably seeing dreams with her which he once saw with her.

Why the hell she still dreamt of him she kept asking herself but did not get any answer to shut herself up! ‘Chhokar mere mann ko kiya tune kya ishara’

So close, yet so far

Lag Ja Galay, ki fir ye, hasin raat ho na ho
Shayad is janam mein, mulaakaat ho na ho

She is so far from me, but she is sitting there in front of my eyes, always singing this song, but never leaving me. There is a perennial flow of tears from her eyes, but she won't stop; she can't stop.

There can never be that last time with her. She is always there!

The Architect

Every one knew that he had arrived, before he could come out his car. Film stars were too common people to share the dias with him. He also knew that he is godly to those common folks. He knew all people wanted to embrace him, but he was not concerned. He knew it was all just like what he had designed.
His hands were the longest a human would have had, but there was no restlessness in them; to someone, the length would have suggested the growth and maturity of his actions. His hands were once the formatter of the space, but he knew he would be able to build it all over again. And here he was, showing himself off in front of the people.
There were emotions running all around him, and the intensity surprisingly was increasing with distance from him. Nearer people were getting calmer and calmer, though it was for sure that he shared no potion with them; he was satisfied at seeing that everything is going on as he had designed.
There were a few humans who had learnt some of his style, and were marvelled by the power of the architect. By showing off their skills to the architect, they were able to attract his attention to them. He was pleased to hint some fundamental knowledge to them, though he knew that all his design is interconnected and one can reach from any state to any other state by himself. He had just saved those few humans some time, to become free from time, because he knew time was just his tape to record events, possibly for audit purposes.
He architected one of the biggest systems in the universe. He never came out of his car. Off went his car and people could only remember that he was here.

Her Long Lost Home

Her great grand parents had left the village to flee to Britain, where they thought life for Indians would be better. Reduced further in status and wealth, her grandparents survived on assistive stipend and meals provided by the government. Life was certainly not better for them. English government was no more the mighty and infallible one for them.
It was contact with Mark Spencer that changed the direction of waves of penury and despise. He helped Smita's grandparents set up a garments shop.As the fortunes changed, solely attributed to the purchases by the British nationals, respect and then fondness of the western culture kept on increasing till the time everyone in Smita's family had forgotten that there was an Indian element in all of them. Even Smita's formal name was Sue.
Smita's urge to know India came from her school friend whose family went back to India a few weeks ago. She would post pics in fb, all excited about her old home, ancestry and culture. Also during chats, she would ask Smita to convince her parents to come at least once to India, "Ok Baba, come to India only for Taj Mahal, can you ?", her friend asked.
Smita was also finding it hard to connect to the British students. Culture in her school was not exactly like what she would have been comfortable in. In lieu of escaping from here course, she wanted to come to India and see what it got for her. She read an Indian history book, geography in India, climate and many other articles related to India.
Reading things about India, she got curious about her own caste and her village, which she asked from grandfather. And as Smita's grandfather kept on explaining his family's culture, how they evolved with time, and what's there in India for them now, he found himself attached to his home in India. Just in a matter of few weeks, all tickets to India were booked and arrangements in their native village set up to receive them. Many in Smita's family were about to witness some things for the first time in their lives. The dust from fields, homes without air condition, heat of the weather, the ancestral property, instant connection with kins, and many other things were waiting for Smita's arrival.

All in Smita's family were received warmly, and were driven to Basti, Uttar Pradesh, where it all began, the family tree. The open fields were like Smita had never seen before. Homes with cattle and tractors were delight to check out. Adding to this, the smile of her relatives were too genuine to forget ever. Her summers had already begun with her trip to Basti! "It's a different feeling here", said Smita. She had reached a place where she could connect instantly with people around her, and also had a lot to learn. She felt as if
she had come to her long lost home.

Here comes October!

 

It started with October of 2009 when in a college festival, Lily the girl in blue skirt stood a little aloof in company of new found friends. She enjoyed the 'first time out of her house' feel, early winter chills, peacocks around the campus and freedom of being on her own. Right across her sat Abhi, as he was called by his friends. Abhi wore a black t-shirt, had a lean body type and twice complimented Lily for her looks. That was it. 4 days ended with Lily having clue how her life would change.

Same time in 2011, Abhi said to Lily, Lily lets be together as long as we can bear each other. There was a rush in Lily's blood it reflected on her face for sure. She turned red and dint know how to respond. It was her first time, she was a bit confused, dint know where exactly it was going but her heart smiled. She was rather in love with her computer she waited to chat with him, know him more certainly not knowing what future held for her.

Then came October of 2012, there were clouds of differences around both of them but none was ready to leave and walk alone. The came close with some hesitation. Abhi was preparing hard for exams, Lily tried to support him in which ever way she could. Love grew more and more.

October of 2013 was much brighter. Abhi agreed to change for Lily. Same date as 2011, he met Lily and said you are more important to me than my other 'to do things' in life, lets be together. The smile came back on Lily's face. This time she felt like a Queen. She thanked him and god. She could not remember any other day when someone made her feel that special. She thanked god for sending Abhi in her life. This year she turned 25 and celebrated this special day with her Abhi. Intimacy was at peak. Not knowing the happiness was momentary.

October 2014, they had split. Social pressures, differences in family mindset, they were incompatible. It was hard to believe but that was the reality. People whom they loved and respected dint wanted to see them together. They both decided to move on in life without each other of others sake. These others also meant a lot in their lives. Still somewhere they lived in a hope that things will get better. They saw a sliver lining, their energies were into each other like never before, feelings were much more intense in all ways, they both knew each other inside out. They both tried again, this time shouted their heart out but nothing worked in their favour.

October 2015, Lily received a mail from Abhi. A short note in which Abhi declared that he has 'moved on' he cherishes the memories but reality is different. Abhi has found someone more compatible and above all socially acceptable, he will be with her in a few days time forever. Lily had no clue how to respond. No response was never her way of dealing with Abhi's mail/pings/chats. She was alone, travelling for work and trying hard to deal with the storm. She responded and wished him luck as she always wanted her love to win in all situations. Lily wishes to be in touch with Abhi to see him rise in life, to share big moments if not as a lover as someone who meant something sometime :) a hidden best friend may be (Again going against all the odds as people around her suggest of something opposite).

Lily is still figuring out what 'move on' means and whether there will come a time when she will be able to feel the same. All she can think of is what October of 2016 holds for her.

Khud hi dhoondh len gaye Kinaare!

Dear Wifey, I love you

Its been not so long since we were bonded by luck. With you, my age has frozen to 25, and we were just introduced when I was 20.

I knew you were there, sitting for me, waiting for me to come to you; i knew it all. I also knew I have no one but you to come to. I proposed to you in the lecture hall, writing 'Lets be friends' on the page of your notebook. After you wrote 'ok :)', I kept a rose on your lap below the layer of your top spread on around your waist, so that no one else would see it. I also remember how secretly you hid it in your bag. No one came to know about us till we actually got married.
Dear wifey, it seems just like yesterday when we made our first trip together. We went to apple orchard in the campus, with you sitting on the front rod of the bicycle. I knew you were having some pain but still, the excitement was too much to think about anything else. Dear wifey, do you remember we fell asleep there ? The gardener eventually woke me up by pouring water on me. Its hard to forget these times.
Oh and what about the birthday girl's birthday ? :) The first time kiss of love. The smile is impossible to erase. Majestic the moment was. We went to mc donalds for a burger party and had a great time in swings in the market.
I came to your dad and asked him for your companionship. I love him, for he gave me you without an inch of doubt. He knew I will love you more than him. By the way, even I know that I love you more than him, so no worries.

We will have our 25th meeting anniversary tomorrow. In all these years, we have seen a lot. Amaya has also grown up. Some day I might get a surprise when somebody would come to me like I came to your dad.

I have kept my promise. See the yellow lilies lying in your vase. Waiting for you to wake up. Let me see what you have got for me ...

lol
loads of love