Magic Moments

Our own consciousness plays numerous games- one cannot distinguish when one is totally conscious or is subconscious or unconscious. An illusion creates itself in each of these phases. When you are conscious, this illusion lasts longer; when subconscious, illusion is a bit shorter in length. But the illusions are the best when unconscious. We call the conscious world as reality; the subconscious world as imagination (or daydream); and the unconscious world as dream. But the true fact is that all of them are illusions indeed. When you are wide awake, alert, and in the present; you say that you are in the real world. But when deep in sleep, even dreams appear and feel as real as that. Only after you wake up, you realize that it was but a dream. So, then what is the conclusion? The conclusion or the inference- as we call it is that, thoughts make the world we live in. Remember that story “Going Places”, prescribed in ISC syllabus. In Sophie’s case, her imagination or subconscious worl...

Life goes on. Time accelerates; it never makes a reverse journey. Past is past- lost forever? It can only be alive in the memories and albums and diaries. We possess so many things sometimes, all that make us remember the past, both happy and sad times. Slam books, hall tickets, bills, posters, autograph books, write-ups, and pages from an old notebook, gift wrappers, pen caps, pencil stubs, blunt sharpeners… and many more. We are emotional beings. Family, friends, and all the things that give us emotional support are close to our heart. The pet dog that gives a peaceful company in the daily evening stroll, the roses in the garden- we cling to almost every little pleasure as if it is our last bit of happiness. ((((( There are certain things in this world- certain things in particular that make me take deep breathe. Things that make me feel immense awe and wonder…thrill ecstasy… Those that make me feel the unknown…a feeling of joy so profound that…o...it’s indescribable...

This song is one of my favorite songs on friendship..

A day will come When your heart will rush You will feel a feeling New altogether Your steady eyes will wander Through the crowd Searching that perfect face That was not even A part of your day, yesterday But today, is your life That perfect face For whom your heart beats, Who makes your world complete, You realise Is already staring at you From within the crowd A river of feelings brush against you A satisfaction of being missed A longing quenched suddenly A sense of being happy Arrived so unexpectedly A sense of chagrin that spreads When you notice You are basking in that unhindered gaze That prolonged eye lock That makes your heart flutter And you are unable to pull back your eyes You feel the heat rushing up to your cheeks And that perfect face smiles at your blush Turning his gaze down To your relief. Your day is done Every breeze feels soothing Every flower seems beautiful Every moment is happy, happier Your world is changed Now someone occu...

In the serial ‘Gulaal’, we see Kesar (after a ten year’s leap) writing letters to Gulaal but never posting them; just treasuring them in his own drawer. He has written everything in those letters. Every feeling, every emotion that touched him in the last ten years that he spent in hostel, away from his village, his family and Gulaal. Starting from the anger that burns him; the questions that intrigue him; the confusion about what the truth actually is; the feeling of missing Gulaal deeply; the longing to meet her and talk to her – everything has found a place in those letters. But every time she came to visit him in the hostel, his angry side would resurface, and he wouldn’t even come in front of her or meet her. He would just hide somewhere in the corridor and watch her leave. Then again when she would not be there, his eyes would search for her. Kesar’s emotional turmoil is a theme in itself. And those letters are an entity in themselves – very essential part of the story; the pi...

‘Roop ki rani Choron ka raja’- the hit Bollywood movie of its times starring Sridevi and Anil Kapur, had pigeons delivering letters and secret messages to people on Anil’s directions. He would put a folded piece of paper in between its beak and the trusted ‘kabootar’ would fly off to Sridevi. She would then send her reply in a chit safely put in a locket and tied around the pigeon’s neck. This seems to be so interesting today. In ‘Harry potter’, Harry, Hermoine, and Ron would send letters to one another in their vacations through their pet owls. Harry’s pet owl, the beautiful white one, would dutifully do its job of delivering the letters to his friends, to Padfoot, Sirius Black and Dumbledore, and return to Harry in time. In Hogwarts too, students would receive letters and gifts from their parents and guardians on special occasions- all delivered by owls. Letters in today’s modern world are very rare. Cell phones and internet facilities have replaced it almost completely. Today ...

Sometimes little things, almost trivial nothings, affect you measures; make you think over again and again. These petty nothings sometimes make you turn a new leaf. Yesterday I was reading “Chicken Soup for the soul”. Being a mystery and suspense lover, it was at first a bit boring for me. But as I continued, I found myself immersed in all the feeling that the book poured into me. I loved every page, every bit and piece of it. Little daily happenings that hint at the divine presence, and love and care in mankind, overwhelmed me. Stories told by the ones who experienced their little good genie can make you smile, think deep and cry with joy. Little joys make your day and become your best memories. Drenching yourself in the first monsoon rain; getting track of your favourite song after years; discovering hand-written letters from someone dear in your shelf; and getting a phone call from a childhood friend whom you had no contact with for years – all are little happenings that fi...