Friday, July 11, 2014

Passion !!!

To what do you owe your life? Is it your family, your work, your friends, your beliefs, your wisdom or your sheer strength? Everyone one of us owe our life to something or someone, it can be just few minutes one gets in the morning, sometimes people owe their life to that part of the day, the only time they get to be with themselves.

Somewhere deep down, I believe, we all are searching for that one thing in life that can safely be put in the box labeled passion in our mind. Don’t we? Or is it just me?
Do we not want to search that one thing/ that one person we can devote our life to? Life without passion would be life not worth anything.
Find it, find that thing you love most to do, an activity, a hobby, a long lost dream, your love, your kids, your home, your spouse, your work. It can be anything, & if you dedicate your life in finding this one thing that makes every other aspect of your life bearable, that spiral every ugly thing and shapes it into something magnificent. You WILL have it all.
Explore yourself or if needed implore with self. Ask the difficult and uncomfortable question. Be aware, this process is not easy, but no, this isn’t difficult either, it just needs a little bit more of perseverance. I have not found my passion yet and I owe my life to finding it, dig it out of me if needed. And that gives me enough zest to keep moving.
If you have your passion in your palms you will always find a way to keep moving. Happiness does this to you, motivates you to keep steering the wheel. If you have not found what your passion is, yet, any set back, bad experience, situation or people will not be able to hold you down, because without passion your soul will be translucent with no substance, and hence you will filter yourself out from any bad thing so that you can reach your destination which will not only bring you to substance but it materialize you while giving you a purpose. Once you reach there you will find all the resources in your mind to make your life something, everything!

Written By – Ritika Patel

Saturday, July 5, 2014

!!! Cherished Childhood !!!

Year - 1990
The translucent blues, made to be rolled around in dust, if you look into those bluish glass, the sheer magnificent beauty of it will make you think as if you are glancing at the universe in the night from your telescope, the grey, blue, greens and whites spread in undefined structures made me feel that If I look at it long enough it will reveal some magical world or may be some hidden realities of the life.

Counting them before the game and after it was the most important task as our heart would break if we loose even one of these beautiful Marbles, playing with it turn the hours into seconds and time flew by in sheer laughter and silly competitions of sending those marbles flying into a hand made hole in the sand.

Such was the childhood of all the 80's & the 90's adolescents.

Year - 2014
Spotting Stars in the sky is more difficult now, forgot about the constellations that we use to mark swishing our fingers to make imaginary lines to connect them, now there are as few as handful that you can spot, that too, if you have time enough to do so. Glancing out of my balcony I sometimes walk out just to stare at the sky. Why? I do not know, it just makes me a little more humbler.
I then look down to the park where some toddlers are playing in the grass, games I do not understand, some ride their bikes in the limited area of the societie's side path, group of them just sit on the stairs and discuss the life (i guess) away. I know their play time is somewhere being timed by their parents, I hardly ever see children playing without seeing their parents hovering in the background. These times are not safe, the trust is running all time low, and god forbid if you have young girls, the tension hovering over parents to not let them away from their sight in public must be exhausting.

Times are changing so fast, it makes me sad and at the same time anxious. As if you are watching through hour glass and well aware that your time is running out. But instead of watching sand flowing down, I see the memories flowing away and I try to catch some of them, remembering how easy it was to make friends then, not virtually but literally, the non-judgmental rambling, playing in the dust, wounded knees & scraped palms were treated lightly by then non obsessive parents, and with absolutely no pressure of posting something cool, quirky or witty on your FB or twitter or the pressure of increasing the number of friends on the same.

Is it my place to feel sad for these toddlers to have a techo-blanketed childhood? I do not know, but I am sad. Happy to see they are intellectually more ahead then my generation when we were young, but sad to think that maybe, just may be their generation will never find out the achievement of searching a new hiding place in the routine hide and seek game, they will never know the adrenaline pumping in your veins while you wait for the unknown next victim of "Ghoda Badam Chai", or the sheer fun of running for your life playing "Pakdam Pati", or the waiting for summer vacations to play Cards, for girls to play with doll houses and miniature kitchen sets or for boys playing with G.I Joes, or playing the life and death game of "The game of life" or "Monopoly" and tear each other up for fake money and laugh till your eyes are teary.

Written By - Ritika Patel

Saturday, April 19, 2014

!!! Reckless Innocence !!!

Innocent dreams, musical heart
Candy aspirations and friends in dolls
Monochrome life, it was beautiful
I was five and blissfully happy
Dreams to touch the sky
Heart throb to experience innocent love
Colorful life and colorful friends
Everything a little faster, a little thunderous
I look around, the luxury is minimal and assets nameless
I was fifteen and gloriously happy
One dream that you are looking for
Is nowhere to be found
Love and relationships doesn’t make sense
Life gathers around loads of possibilities
With no choices
Gather around too many questions
With no answers
A cry, that scream, those bonds
Driving you on and you are nowhere to be found
I was twenty-five and trying to remember what is "happy"
I wish for innocent dreams, innocent love
I wish for a heart filled with glorious rhythm
Monochrome people, simple friends
I am tired of learning colors and shades
I look around and see very many things
I wonder about what materialism brings
I hide away from the first ray of sun in my bedroom
I wonder about being empty
I stare at the moonlight coming in my bedroom
I wonder about being happy
I am closing to thirty…
Written By - Ritika Patel
"It is better to be meaningfully lost than to be found with no reason" 

Sunday, April 6, 2014

!!! Writer Speaks !!!

The only time I feel myself is when I write and so I hope while putting my heart down in the virtual space … I may be able to find my place in reality … !!!!

Written By - Ritika Patel

!!! ME & (?) !!!

I have five things to say,
five fingers to give into your grace.
 First, when I was apart from you,
this world did not exist, nor any other.
Second, whatever I was looking for was always you.
Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?
Fourth, you are my religion, my faith, my solitude, my nirvana
Fifth, There’s me and there’s you, is there a difference?
Written By – Rumi & …….. Ritika

Monday, October 28, 2013

!!! The Only Known Unknown !!!

It’s he who rules
My every thought,
My every opinion,
My every action
& Me

It’s he who lives
In my thoughts, in my words, in my eyes,
& in Me..
It’s he who
I feel, I breathe, I intent every day
& every night

It’s he who dominates by being
Who surpasses every known imagination
Who is described in unspoken words
Who is My start and My end
My accomplished goal
My entirety, My whole

Written By - Known


Sunday, October 13, 2013

!!! The Search !!!

Its been two months seen I was here
Its been couple of weeks since I felt the need to write
Its been couple of days since I had rendezvous with my words
Its been couple of years since I made them my best friend

Always, they were here always when I need a friend
Always, they were here always when I felt alone
Always, they were here always when I was sad
Always, they were here always to make my tears go away

Again, I ask them again today to be my solace
Again, I ask them again today to lead the way
Again, through them I try to find the way
Again, once again I ask them to help me find whats lost
Again, once again I ask them to help me find myself.
Just this once, really find myself...

Written By - The Rover
"I wait and wait and wait, only if i knew what is it that I await"

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

!!! Trapped in understanding Freedom !!!

"Why such Drama every Year"?, This was my first thought the moment I saw the Principal escorted by two of the student volunteers walking down the path to the Flag hosting stage. I was 10 then and year after year I saw this ceremony being conducted in the school grounds, in the colonies, societies and many other institutions. Even at that time it felt like hoax. Entire day of 14th August was spent recalling the meaning and the spirit of independence wrapped in all sort of patriotic songs tuned in almost every corner of the city. Even the television becomes unbearable on those 2-3 days, the all sort of patriotic movies, live shows featuring all those "God knows" what kind of people working so damn hard for TRP's.

 Anyways, the point is even after 16 years I feel the same. All hoopla about the Independence Day across entire nation when there is not even a single feeling close enough to the feeling of freedom.
And I am not talking here about the National issues, the poverty, corruption or crime. I am talking on a more individual level; our own thoughts, perspectives, values and obligations.

With past years I have lost the sense of celebrating any freedom related crap, more than ninety percent of individuals I meet are so frustratingly trapped in their own mind, the strings of overdone values and illogical traditions, and unreasonable obligations they endure and force their fellows to endure gets you far from the feeling of being free. In this era I feel sadly hopeless that the feeling of freedom is far from our reach, we may talk about it, read about it, endorse it but it would be so hard to fully feel it, not until we are free from all sorts of strings and obligations we suffer mentally and emotionally, the self made bonds that we have tied ourselves around, with the limitations we have self designed and the locks we have put on the doors of our mind, which restricts us to create any space for new perspectives & thoughts and close us from understanding the mere cultural differences.

I wish though and pray the meaning of Independence Day should change in the coming decade not only for our sake's but for the sake of the nation as a whole. I remember those lines from the movie "Rang - de - Basanti , I can’t stop myself from quoting, we need to first change ourselves in order to see or hope any bigger changes to be implemented in the nation, because that’s the most any one of us can really do.

Written By - Prisoner of Self Creation/Destruction

Friday, August 9, 2013

!!! Kind Wanderer !!!

The story starts a long time ago; I met a friend, little that I know she was one of many to come. Trying to understand the meaning of friendship we savored with each other every minute. I learned how you can think of heights with somebody right beside you, the bliss of kindergarten friendship. The duet became a trio and the Girl party turned into a co-ed cohesion. I learned than the first crush, the first blush and the twisted planning of attention grabbing.

Time flew by so quick that before I took another breathe, it changed

Then I met my second best friend. The innocent heart bloomed in innocent times. Sharing the same obsession with than our favorite sitcom “I dream of Genie”. I learned that the magic exists all around when it exists in your heart. I learned than Magical world is much better than the reality which was wrapped around the cocoon of our friendship.

The cruel time deceived again, like sand in my fist it kept slipping away..

I than entered into the world of dark shadows, at the ripe age of 11, I saw darkness, evil manipulation and deceit in other pupil of same age. I learned how wrong the preachers can be, the teachers who you look up to teach you the way of life are the followers of self image, personal success and capitalism. The theory of which I understood way before than the existence of these words.
With only naivety in my heart I learned from them how to get emotionally detached, I learned how to get your self esteem marred and never object, I learned from them how to push people away, most importantly I learned how to become a non – entity so that the pain could be escaped. 

So long these years were that I thought there is no end to it and suddenly the cruel time came disguised as Kind wanderer….

I met the most important confidants of my life. I still bow to time for the mercy bestowed. I learned from them non – judgmental companionship and acquaintances, I learned from them that friends could share silence, pain, sadness, happiness and life all the same. I learned from them the fun, the laughter till tears, the “I don’t give a damn attitude” to “I know life attitude”, I learned from them the life, the perspectives, the questions, the doubts, the solutions, the solace and how to stand by each other through all of that.
But such blissful breaks only exist to break one day..

It broke the day I entered the era called “World”. The ruthless, the unkind, the uncivilized and inhuman. This “World” gave me the friendship that scared the shit out of all the relationships I ever had. It gave me the love which had me prayed to never be loved again. It gave me the confidence that destroyed me. It introduced me to the people who will salute you if you have a shining armor and throw dust at you immediately if the shine fades, in order to bury you deep down to cease your existence. 

This world though brought me closer to my real friends and family but also made me realize I never wanted this “world” ever. The neon lights that allure you to this era when looked closely they are being lit by the burned souls of its occupants, the cool breeze that gives you a moments calm are the heavy breathing of forerunners breathing down your neck waiting to cut you open just to take a step ahead. 

Today I take a breather to look into the past, I stand here with no past, no present, no future. I have no thoughts, no mind and no souls, a barren land, with no sun, no moon, I do not know if it’s leading towards morning or night… but its definitely cold and dark.

Still with hope in my heart and faith in my eyes I stand here with my hand outstretched and palms open, wishing when the time comes to close the fist, I have something to hold on to which will be the reason of all that I saw, learned and went through, which I can call mine, which will reflect on who I was and what I have become the way I have become. I am hoping for time to befriend me again, even in a disguise.

Written By – The Apprentice

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Calm of the Incensed Sea

Sheets of white spread across the horizon as far as my frayed vision will allow me to see. Beautiful morning breeze flowing in between the strands of frizzy hair making an enticing swishing sound in my ears like whispering the deepest and darkest secrets of the coastal lines I was being hypnotized by.
The beach of white sand sending nurturing sensations up my toes, the toxic fragrance of sea breeze churning my senses, I embraced all of it and let my soul melt in the peace I was so devoid of for years. All of this without the interference of excruciatingly painful sun heat as my new best friends were shielding me form the bright light and gave me the time I needed to endure the enigmatic beauty I was standing in front of and occasionally soak me with their own love time and again. 

How many times have you used the adjective “Calm” to describe or compliment one of many attributes of the sea, to make metaphors of it only to understand life? Let me tell you something, you may or may not agree, but you would have to be standing on the beach just few yards away from the angry thrashing waves deafening you with their roars so loud that I can’t even hear the banter of my friends standing right beside me, you have to be standing right there under the dark broody sky to understand that there is nothing in this whole world more beautiful than the vision of an angry almost beastly Sea, its enticing, its inviting.

There’s nothing more melodious than the roars of the agitated waves, trying so hard to engulf all of us in their laps but unable to reach the distance we created.

There is nothing more serene than sitting on the damp sand with only a flicker of moonlight above your head, staring at the upheaval of the sea and drinking in the vision of marvelous moments of the waves that it almost make me want to stand in them and move as they move like a well rehearsed dancers.   

There is nothing more knowledgeable then the Sea Wrath, nothing, not even the Sea Calm.

While watching the calm sea under the soft sunrise / sunset may help you recollect your thoughts, put things in perspective or just help you calm down. An incensed sea will make you forget every fragment of thoughts within you other than your true real desires. The angry waves will keep splashing the wisdom at you and you will only be able to take it as much as you are ready for. The thundering of monsoon clouds will help you hear the silence in you and the occasional storms will make you think of the things you want to cherish and save over your own life.

The mountains playing peek-a-boo with the morning fog, you will have to look so hard at them to catch the glimpse of the almost forbidden scenery, that the fog created by your own self doubts lingering over your soul will disappear and will make you see, what is lying underneath, is as pure as the picturesque beauty of the communion of Sea, mountains and the fog.

The powerful display of the hypnotizing beach will almost make you face your own hidden strengths. I got all of that and more, I had a cute meet with my own self on that shore, I was soaked in my own vision and crafted my being as to how I would like it to be, the Wrath of the sea had the most calming effect on me, it showed me my existence, it empowered me, I was holding my soul with threads before I reached there, when I returned I was hugging it to my heart. 

Written By - Spiritual Seeker


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