Silence !

A beautiful Sunday morning!

The sky was slightly overcast with dull grey tufts of clouds.Mariel admired the sudden romantic mood of nature,while getting into the front seat of her rickety car.The poor thing was more than two decades old.It was almost on the verge of giving up,after long years of hard labour and rough handling.As Mariel settled in her seat,fixing her seat-belt ,she noticed David (who was on the wheels) murmuring something in his characteristic tone.

Not wanting to ruin her cheerful mood,she asked him gently,

"What is it,Davy?"

"Nothing.I am just sick of this old car.Want to get rid of it as soon as possible,but why would you care to help me? I am at a loss to understand why don't you just let me dispose it off?" he answered in an authoritative manner.

"Oh! Come on, love.You very well know how much this poor thing means to me,to us! It was in this very car,that we brought our newborn Mary to home from the maternity clinic.It is special for both of us! Isn't it?" She replied in a soothing tone.

"Yeah,yeah.I know.Thanks for reminding me time and again." His voice became softer,as he reached out for her hand,and gently placed his over hers.

Neither of them spoke a single word for the next few minutes.It seemed as if both of them were lost in their treasured memories.Then,just as they were about to reach the airport,David broke the unsettling silence,saying

"Lovely memories,aren't they?"

"Oh! Truly cherishing and simply unforgettable" she answered in a matter-of-fact manner.

He continued further,"Do you remember,how much Mary adored this car as a child? See,these lovely bells were hung by her,when she was just ten." He said,pointing towards the wind chimes,that werehanging on the rear-view mirror.

She reached out to caress them with her wrinkled hands, and said,

"It seems as if time just flew away.One moment,she was our beloved,little girl who couldn't imagine to stay away from us even for a minute,but now she has been living her life all by herself ,for the last 6months in her university hostel. Away from you,from me.Away from Us." At this moment stream of tears flew down her cheeks,as she continued,

"You know why I can't afford to part with this rickety car? Its because,somehow it keeps me connected with the nostalgic memories of my beloved daughter! Though I can't aford to keep her with me all my life,atlaest I can derive some amount of solace,by treasuring a few of her childhood memories through this dumb and good-for-nothing car! We brought her Home in This!" Just then,she felt his left hand on her drooped shoulder,gently caressing it.

This sweet gesture conveyed his silent approval of her heartfelt decision.Wiping away her tears,with an incipient smile on her wrinkled face,she said mockingly,

"See,you made me cry yet again and,the tears ruined my eye make-up! Now would you mind lending me your prized hankerchief,so that I could fix up my make-up?"

Without uttering a single word from his mouth,he passed on his crisp,white hankerchief to his lady-love,and smiled back.

They enjoyed the rest of their journey,in an air engulfed in a beautiful silence!

The Parting Words!

We met, joined hands

shared our lives,

became a part of them,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We made memories,

filled the photo albums,

shared our darkest secrets,

giggled over cups of coffee,

exchanged friendship bands,

laughed and cried together,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We held hands,

cuddled beside each other,

wiped each other's tears,

brought smiles to our lives,

made them all the more,beautiful

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We stood by each other,

through the sickest of circumstances,

sailed through the rough times holding hands,

arrived at the threshold of womanhood,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We stumbled over at times,

nursed each other's words,

learnt from such mistakes,

made silent moves together,

towards a better tomorrow,

and now its time, to bid adieu.

We weaved dreams,

rectified our faults,

mended the broken hearts,

meant the world to each other,

celebrated the times of our togetherness,

and now its time, to bid adieu!

To Mohita..

Charming gal,as her name says
her pretty smiles can make your day.
Her bubbly talks can cheer any one
i can say this though we talked just once!

She is a darling,the best of friends
a pure soul she will have till the end.
with a smily scrap,you came in my life
blessing me with moments all so divine!!


Happy B'day dear one....
Have a blast !!

Marriage !

An acrostic poem on the scintillating subject of Marriage,inspired by Aparna's poem.

(The) most memorable institution created by mankind,that

arouses nostalgic memories of a beautiful past,

rekindles glittering hopes of a golden future ahead,

reaffirms our faith in the eternal unity of the two souls,and

immaculately binds them in a relationship of a lifetime,

adorable,enchanting and alluring as ever,it

guarantees the onset of a beautiful journey,fraught with

exquisite experiences of countless yesterdays,todays and tomorrows.

I am so glad to have met...

In the journey of life,

I am so glad to have met,

someone special like you,

special beyond comprehension,

adorable beyond the scope of words,

indespensable beyond the array of emotions.

Needless to say,you complete me,

in every single way!

I am so glad to have met,

someone special like you,

who changed my life for the better,

gave me countless more reasons,

to smile and embrace life,

with an invincible spirit.

You made me familiar,

with the psychology of life,

a smile for a smile,and

a tear for a tear!

I am so glad to have met,

someone special like you,

who stood by me,

through the roughest times,

and has promised to remain,

by my side now and forever,

and this is what makes you,

all the more Special!

Raindrops !!!!

Rebelling against the sweltering mother Earth,they

adorn her with lusturous water globules,

instigating me to become one with

nature's playful moods, and

devote myself completely in admiring the

romantic vibes of the timid clouds,that seem

overwhelmed by their impulsive outpours, that

paint the canvas of earth in hues of blue,by their

showers of happiness, hopes and blessings.

It was tough.!

It was tough,

letting you go,

but its even tougher,

getting familiar with your absence.

It was tough,

hurling abuses at you,

but its even tougher,

recollecting them now.

It was tough,

ignoring your presence,

but its even tougher,

resisting your absence now.

It was tough,

Living with you,

but its even tougher,

Existing without you.

May be I din't Realise.!!

May be, I din't realise,

When love was around,

with you by my side,

all the while.

May be I din't pay heed,

when feelings transcended words,

smiles conveyed treasured hopes,

and gestures painted the canvas

of life with love.

May be I never saw through your eyes,

that sparkled with true admiration for me,

and were always on a lookout

for my anticipated presence.

May be I missed that love,

that could have been mine,

all mine.

May be I fret over it in the coming years,

shedding silent tears,

and heaving painful sighs.

May be I missed that love,

that could have been mine,

all mine!

And the nostalgia sets in!

This one goes for a former friend, who somehow,din't make it to my present and would never be allowed to pry into my future. This one's for you, Smriti!

Sieving your face in the crowd,
I seem loosing control
over my senses,
and the nostalgia sets in!
Moments of those celebrated times,
take control of my mind,
rekindling the ashes of
the leftover love and hatred.
Life seems witty,
throwing one of its
filthy challenges at me.
It shatters my heart to
accept your hatred coated abuses,
killing me over and over again,
with intensifying anger and pain.
May be, in a corner of my heart,
I still long for
mutual love and peace,
nurturing dwindling hopes of,
reliving those unforgettable times,
when time had almost
lost count and become one with us.
May be I still wish to
bury the mutual differences
and move one step ahead,
call out for you,
with a clear heart,
and open arms,
and embrace you in a tight hug.
May be ,its just a dream,
that might never come true,
leaving behind a trail of,
wounded memories and unfulfilled desires,
leaving me in the lurch,
the mercy of dwindling hopes,
till the time,
I again sieve your face in the crowd,
loose control over my senses,
and let the Nostalgia set in!

Acrostic Poetry

LIFE

.....................

............

....

Lovable sojourn of blissful experiences,

inevitably dicey and intriguing,emanating

fragrant nuggets of intoxicating nostalgia,and

euphoric dreams of a scintillating future.

Acrostic poetry.

Hey chums,I hadn't been around for a while..wasn't keeping well.

But at this juncture,just couldn't resist myself..So,I am back.

Here goes another of my acrostic poetries,entitled as "Love",

.........................................

...........................

...................

.........

lustrous feelings of unsurmountable ecstacy,

overwhelmingly appealing and special,they

vanish into thin air within a split second,but stay

embedded in a corner of our hearts,for ever.

Etched in my heart.!!!

I dedicate this poem to one of my good friends,Kanishka.

I would like to extend my humblest gratitude towards Megha,for providing me with this wonderful theme.

Here it goes,

Fading memories of those unforgettable times,

are still etched in my heart,

the dying music of our relationship,

still echoes in my eardrums,

incessant reminders of that amicable bond,

still shatter my heart into pieces,

the eternal fragrance of our long lost friendship,

still intoxicates my vulnerable soul,

the aura of your exiquisite charm,

still benumbs my fragile senses,

the encumberance of your undying memories,

still makes my soul go crazy,

and,

dwindling hopes of a beautiful revival,

still nurture in the deepest recesses of,

my tender heart.

Aaj Bhi...

Hey Chums,this is my first attempt at hindi poetry.
Aaj yun hi kalam uthakar kuch likhne ka mann hua,
I am putting it up with an anxious mind..Your suggestions and criticism welcomed.
Here it goes,

"Yaadon ke samundar mein jhaank kar to dekho,
aaj bhi meri yaadon mein doob jaoge
dil ki gehraaiyon mein utar kar to dekho,
aaj bhi mere khayaalon mein kho jaoge,
hasraton ki viraasat ko tatol kar to dekho,
aaj bhi mera hi naam padhkar hairaan reh jaoge,
sapnon ke bikhre hue shishon ko jodkar to dekho,
aaj bhi meri parchaaiyon mein khud ko dhoondhte reh jaoge,
jazbaaton ki kashti mein baithkar to dekho,
aaj bhi mere ehsaas mein beh jaoge
khwaahishon ki udaan bhar kar to dekho,
aaj bhi mujhe apne kareeb hi paoge"

This is dedicated to a dear friend,who is finding it hard to survive,after an unfortunate break-up.
I have just tried voicing out her poignent sentiments.

Acrostic Poetry...

Here goes my second attempt,

Emotions

Embedded safely in a corner of my heart,they
move me to countless tears an laughter,an
ocean of intoxicating recollections and
treasure house of cherishing fantasies,
inevitable flowers of eternal fragrance
oblivious to the symphony of life,they are
nuggets of panacea,that urge me to
muster the sands of time.

Acrostic Poetry

My first attempt at Acrostic poetry.
But First things first,
I would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude towards Prats,for inspiring all of us to tickle our grey cells and come out with something different.

MEMORIES

Mistifying reminiscences,rendering
eternally blissful ruminations and,
momentary lapse into nostalgia
Oh! I treasure them so fondly,
roller coaster rides of
inspiring moments and,
euphoric emotions, cradled in the
sea of eternity.

OSCARS, Welcome to India.!!

Needless to say,it is a proud day today,for all Indians.After what seemed to be an endless wait,finally fate smiled at us,at the Kodak Theatre in Hollywood.The Oscars finally landed in our kitty.As Resul Kutty held the Oscar trophy in his hands,tiny droplets of tears must have welled up in thousands of Indian eyes round the globe.I too,was one among them!! The proud moment when Resul became the first Indian to receive this prestigious award,in the magnificient Kodak theatre,amidst a cacophony of the top actors,directors and producers of the world,moved me to heartfelt tears and laughter.The Indian Film Fraternity finally carved out its niche,at the Academy Awards.We had been waiting for this day with bated breath,ever since the Academy Awards came into existence in May 1929.Needless to say,these are the greatest and the most prestigious awards in the entire moviedom.

However,amidst the celebrations that followed the memorable award ceremony,what caught my attention was the unfair treatment meted out to Resul on the part of the Indian press and media.I was painfully disappointed to notice that A.R. Rehman was the sole eye candy,who hogged all the praise and attention.

But hey,hold on. Don't take this slight criticism on my part,in the wrong stride.All that I wish to point out is,the unequal treatment accorded by media,to all the winners,courtsey Slumdog Millionaire. After all,Rehman was not the only Indian who was bestowed upon with the Oscar statuette today.

Resul Kutty,Gulzar sahab,Little Pinky equally deserve the praise and applause for their significant contributions in their respective fields.How many of us were even aware about the short documentary film, Smile Pinky ,which was India's entry under the nominations of the Best Documentary(short subject) award???!!! Since the last few days,the entire media hype and wishes for the Oscars revolved around Rehman and Danny Boyle.None of the channels paid even the slightest bit of attention to the other aspiring winners,who also deserved our prayers and attention.They were also a significant part of the race,after all!! I don't care for others,but for me,all four of them: Rehman,Gulzar,Resul and Pinky deserve equal honour and applause.I feel proud to be their countrymen.

Three cheers for all of them!

And yes,for me Kutty and Pinky are as prominent as Rehman and Gulzar.They are all Masters in their respective fields.

Way to go,Indians.

Still Thinking of You...

During moments like these
when life is still
no thoughts hovering around
and no dreams being woven
I am often transcended
down the memory lane

I revisit the sands of time
when you were by my side
I still relive the moments
of our ephemeral togetherness
while you consumed almost
every waking moment of my life

Such recollections drive me crazy
moving me to laughter and tears
and with a tug at my heart
I then reconcile to my fate

May be your time had come
and I shouldn't question your exit.

Valentines Day, Bengali way!!!

Hey folks, I read it on a fellow blogger's blog.....

and couldn't resist myself sharing it with you all.

In Bengali,Tumi (pronounced too-mi ) means You and Ami (pronounced aami means I)

Tumi samudra ami aranya, tumi Amit ami Labonya;

(You are the sea and I am the forest; You are infinite and I am beauty)

Tumi bhugal ami itihaash, tumi Paro ami Debdash;

(You are Geography and I am History; You are Paro and I am Devdas)

Tumi Closeup ami Colgate, tumi Romeo ami Juliette;

Tumi Makaibari ami Wah Taj, tumi Shajahan ami Mumtaz;

Tumi Thuja ami Arnica, tumi Clinton ami Monica;

Tumi chiruni ami ayna, tumi Dodi ami Diana;

(You are the comb and I am the mirror)

Tumi bulbul ami tota, tumi Jyoti ami Mamata;

Tumi dherosh ami alu, tumi Rabri ami Lallu;

(You are the lady's finger and I am the potato)

Tumi ucche ami potol, tumi Soniya ami Atal;

(You are a type of bitter gourd and I am parwal (a type of veggie)

Tumi chips ami popcorn, tumi Phulan (Devi) ami Birappan (Veerappan);

Tumi jilipi ami chumchum, tumi Suchitra ami Uttam;

(You are jalebi and I am chamcham)

Tumi hajmi ami toffee, tumi Boris ami Steffi;

Tumi khyal ami gazal, tumi Shahrukh ami Kajol;

Tumi CBI ami greftaar, tumi Sangeeta ami Azar;

Tumi Santro ami Ciello, tumi Desdemona ami Othello;

Tumi mach ami mangsho, tumi srishti ami dhangsho;

(You are fish and I am mutton; You are creation and I am destruction)

Tumi Ajit ami Mona, tumi Sourav ami Donna;

Tumi elish ami parshe, tumi Pheluda ami Topse;

(elish and parshe are types of fish)

Tumi dhakna ami shishi, tumi Katthak ami Orissi;

(You are the cork and I am the bottle)

Tumi Sholay ami Bazigar, tumi Minar ami Chabighar;

Tumi boma ami grenade, tumi Mahakaran ami Brigade;

(You are the bomb and I am the grenade)

Tumi Only Vimal ami DCM, tumi Congress ami CPM;

Tumi Raju ami Gopal, tumi Bharat ami Nepal;

Tumi galpa ami kobita, tumi Aishwariya ami Susmita;

(You are story and I am poetry)

Tumi OK ami fine, tumi aniyam ami ayeen;

(You are OK and I am fine; You are illegal and I am law)

Tumi bangla ami hindi, tumi tip ami bindi;

(Tip and Bindi mean the same thing)

Tumi uttejona ami kolahol, tumi cricket ami football;

(You are excitement and I am chaos)

Tumi jhamela ami gandagol, tumi Pk ami Amol;

(You are nuisance and I am disturbance)

Tumi gur ami chini, tumi hulo ami mini;

(You are jaggery and I am sugar)

Tumi gaja ami khaja, tumi Rani ami Raja;

Tumi botua ami pouch, tumi oof ami ouch;

Tumi babbah ami mago, tumi hyago ami ogo;

Tumi superb ami glory, tumi lekho ami pori.

(You are superb and I am glory; You keep writing and I will keep reading)

Destination Unknown!!!

Its ironical,,even after being Myself for more than two decades,,I am still at a loss to foresee my life even 5 years hence..!!!
Strange.!
Perplexing.!!
Appalling.!!!
Quite often these days,,when I sit and think about my life ahead,,an envelope of fear and uncertainity cocoons my vulnerable psyche..Contemplation leads to perplexity,,perplexity leads to fear.,,and finally, fear gives way to countless fazing thoughts.
Though, just a few months beforehand,,I would have never paid heed to such startling notions..I was one among those super zealous youngsters carrying glitterings dreams of a bright future ahead in my enthusiastic eyes.
Like others of the same age,,I also entertained high hopes of a personified existence. I cherished dreams of achieving everything that I ever dreamt of in the shortest span of time. I wanted to do so much for my parents,,my friends ,indeed myself and my prospective family ahead.! Wish I could do that even today.!!
One probable regret that I would always harbour in my heart is.................(Neah, forget it.)
As a child, I always made my parents feel proud of my achievements in academics , sports ,extracurriculars. The treasureable medals and certificates are undoubtedly, my most prized possessions till date. Since the age of 9-10, I aspired of becoming a Biotechnologist..My mother stood by my me,,fanning all my dreams and desires. My Dad too went a little too further in reciprocating my desires. I had almost reached my terminus,,when destiny played its part. I flipped my stream..Took up Journalism with high hopes of making it Big in the dominion of media and communication. Today, when I was about to reach my journey's end yet again , I find myself standing at the same cross-roads. The wide array of the available career options has muddled my determination. I am at a loss to choose among MBA , Media and Mass Communication , PR and Advertising , Master's in English Literature..
However,Whenever I dare to dust off my dreams, chasing away such filthy feelings..the fanciful thoughts of a mesmerising time ahead mellows my heart. So what if I am oblivious to my professional growth ahead,,so what if I am oblivious to my prospective family ahead. Whatever may be the circumstances, I would still lead my life in the same modus, in perfect synchronisation with my dreams..without a speck of bargain.!
I have alwys been perturbed by this over-rated statement,,often put up by friends , teachers n' elders.."Aena, where do you see yourself 5years down the lane..???.!!"
Eehhhh...its pricking..!! But today,, I earnestly wish to decode this riddle..So,here goes a sober attempt...
Five years down the lane..............................???!!!!
Well,, seems like something illusory though.But on a serious note, Definitely life would be a great deal easier..,,devoid of the present enigma.,,with all confusions sorted out,,and all fantcies attained.
I would be doing something substantial,, would be more independent , rather self-dependent..!! On a lighter note, I would be more responsible, my carefree attitude would have to be dispensed with.!! I would be shouldering the responsibilty of an entire family..
In short, I would be set free from my present "aimless life of Nothingness!".I would definitely have achieved More out of life,,rather More out of Me..!!

A Tribute to Womanhood!!

I wrote this one somewhere down 2004 when Congress President, Mrs. Sonia Gandhi emerged victorous amidst a huge political turmoil..I have never been politically inclined towards Congress but her unanimous triumph in the Union elections left me spellbound...and i just couldn't resist penning down my proud sentiments for this admiring lady.Here it goes...

" She is an inspiration for women,

who elevated to power defeating all men,

she had a pitiable and painful history,

that turned her life into an unending mystery,

she fell in love and, married an indian,

and there off started a new life,

she lapped her husband's dying mother,

earnestly supported him who had by then:already lost his dearest brother,

she witnessed a new era of indian politics,

while her husband rose to power defeating all critics,

but yet again, she faced an assassination,

which put an end to all her fascinations,

she lost her loving husband and became a widow,

left behind with two growing kids coupled with past dreadful shadows,

she nurtured them well,

till they matured intelligently well,

and ultimately joined the indian politics on public demand,

with a dream of mustering Congress under her command...!!"