PAPA...THE SUPERHERO...THE ROCKSTAR...!!!

Walking towards her train....she had so many questions arising in her mind...going to a new city, new people, new culture...she was scared but didn't want to say anything to anyone...but yeah, she needed someone to understand her issues...she thought what if she doesn't find a job...what if she needs a friend but there is no one there to rescue her. The lot of thoughts made her sad...and in moments her happiness of exploring a new place turned into sadness. She looked in her watch and it was half an hour left for the train to arrive. Tears welled up in her eyes due to fear of getting lost in a new place. Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder firmly. She turned around and saw her father smiling back at her. In the moment she felt a relief, all her fear was gone...the tears of fear became one of joy as she knew her Papa will always be there to support her.

In that moment her Papa hugged her tightly and said, "Beta, I know all your confusions and your fear, but I also know that you are my strong beta, the one who finds her own way to smile, be fearless, and survive. To achieve something you need to move on, but always know that your Papa is always looking after you. Wherever you go, you will never be alone. Since the moment you were born, you have been the apple of our eye, so never think that you will be left alone to survive. At every step of your life, you will find us to support you. And don't forget we are just a call away and you can always catch the next flight or train or bus whatever suits you and come to us. So be strong and go on, explore your options, live your life and live it large".

She looked at her mother and sisters, and her father, she knew in that moment that she is blessed to have such a family. And moreover, she is the luckiest daughter in the world to have such a Papa, who is always supporting her. She remembers all the mistakes she had made throughout her life and how her Papa would always stand by her side, through her break-ups, failures, bad days, good days. She remembers that whenever she achieved a good result- be it good or just the average, how her Papa would distribute sweets to everyone and be so proud of her. Her whole family would celebrate together and be together. She knows that all this is because of her Papa. Her Papa has been the inspiration behind her toughness...her will to do better...her will to be successful.

Suddenly she hears the sound of the engine and sees her train appearing towards the platform. She hugs her mother, her sisters and her Papa. She approaches towards her train and finds her seat and the train starts to move slowly. Through the window she could see her mother's and sister's eyes welled with tears of happiness and sadness both. She then looks at her Papa, smiling as always and looking so proud as he knows his daughter is going to achieve something great. In that moment she decides that she has to be a success for her Papa. As he has always been there for her...being her rockstar...being her pillar of strength...she knows she can never repay him but yeah she can always make him proud.

She says under her breath "I love you Papa" and smiles and knows that she has to reach the skies for her Papa.

The Lonely Lover

"Remember that time, when you used to walk under the star-lit night for hours and hours at end, and talk to me about all kind of stuff- from romance to poetry, everything. Come on let's do it again , it's a beautiful night outside", she said to me. 

"Come on, you know I have so many things that I need to do, when do I have the time to walk from even one room to another. Now don't disturb me and let me focus at work in hand.", I snapped thinking that she would be quiet.

"Oh really, its all about making time for stuff you love and I know you are not the same as you used to be. You need some time off. Let's go and get us an ice cream and enjoy the late night show you love to watch so much.", she tried to convince me again.

"Oh please! I beg you, I need to complete this project by tonight and e-mail it, otherwise I will be in a pickle.", I said worriedly.

"You know , you used to be so lively. So impulsive. Always ready for some adventure. I don't even know if its still inside you or you have become a completely different person. Now all you do is think about things, without ever making them into a reality. I am fed of this attitude of yours", she said, with a tinge of anger in her voice.

"Its not that I have forgotten about things I love, I still want to walk beneath the star-lit night. I still love the midnight snack or the midnight t.v. show. I still want to read a book, but you yourself know where have I got time for all that. There is so much of work to do. So many deadlines to meet. If I don't do this stuff, I will lag behind and others will move forward. What will be my standing in this world. What will people think! I am doing this for us. So that someday we would be able to enjoy the scenes, the beauty, in the way we always wanted. Try to understand and stop nagging, please. I promise I will pay attention to all the things you are saying and try to implement change, if and where needed", I tried to explain it to her , so she would become calm.

"Since when did you start to care about the world so much", she said sadly, "you were the person who used to enjoy each moment of life. Your innocence made you beautiful. We were so happy and free. But since you have started this work of yours, you have stopped paying attention to what I want. You were a lover , a lover of all things that this world has to give. You accepted good energy. But now all you do is try to prove yourself to others. You have made me lonely. I am no more your partner in everything and neither are you mine. In short, I have become a lonely lover." and then she was gone. I couldn't bring her back to talk to me.

But then I thought, if this things have come to her, then obviously its my energy that has made her think so. Her work for me is to think for me. She is my mind. I know not, how to explain certain workings of the world, but after this conversation with my mind, I knew I have to convince her, in turn convince me. I have to make her believe in me and call her back again.

She made me think and reflect. I felt guilty as well as pity for her. The poor thing has become all alone and now I need to bring her back, somehow:

O mind, my mind,

Thou art a special work of divine,

You perplex, you trouble,

You make my worries double,

You crazy thing, you stupid,

Only to get struck by the cupid,

You suffer, I suffer,

Make me look like a duffer,

O mind, my mind,

Why don't you helped me when I am vexed,

O mind, My mind,

It seems in some ways I have been hexed,

Please stop playing your games with me,

Make me peaceful again, I pray to thee,

Why can't you go on the straight path?

Why you have to travel skies and river bath?

Help me be the joyous person I can be,

Help me, O my mind, the kind you always wanted me to be...!!!

The First Post

So here it starts. Or should I say here it ends. The search for a platform, the conquest of a voice. Oh, what a life! And the puzzles it brings. Life as I know it- tempts me, bores me, troubles me, challenges me and then I am exhausted. Its exhausting - the life. Anyhow, I have to carry on and move on. But what can be done if the mind stays at one place and the body moves on. Can it be done! This tiresome, turbulent phase of life- will it ever end! Or will it take control over me. Where has the fighter spirit gone...!!!

As far as I know me, I have been a survivor. So why is there a search for someone to save me. Is it even possible for someone to save another being or is it just a notion. Who can save you if your mind is giving up! Oh the multitudes and the altitudes , this mind can take me, I myself am surprised. Is it even possible to go this deep and beyond. Can anyone see this when they meet me or talk to me. Or is it all a play of the "wicked" mind. The saint or the devil- who is it going to be...!!! Yet to find out. But then this is just the first post.