Maa.....

Where apprehensions need not be voiced out.....
Palpitations of my heartbeat for her are a loud shout.....

Where solace need not be seeked...
Tenderness of her lap  is all I need...

Where love flows like a perennial river...
Maa,forever let me be your sliver.....

Sulking in

When grief hits a person,in the inchoate phase the anguish,the pain is in explicable,but ever wondered that as they say,time is the biggest healer,with the tick tock,tick tock of clock,that pain starts to ameliorate and ultimately one becomes numb.
Contrary to what people think this situation is worse than initial phase,Tracing back to the Law of Conservation of Energy that woe hasn't ended instead it has the superpower of transforming itself and it starts to dwell inside a box and that box finds a place inside of us with the keys lost,yet our subconcious knows the way to the keys..

Now one is not even remotely affected by grief because the threshold has risen up by many levels.
One becomes an escapist,trying to find ways to escape from the present situation by entering into another,and ending up stuck in the enigma of life.
Never let any pain pave the path to that box,lest it will leave you in a malady.
Even if you are presently in such a situation open up the box and free the demons of saddness,phrasing this line was a two second affair and putting it into practice is a mammoth task,I know,yet do this for no one else can do it for you...


I am writing  after a really long time so I dont know if this was worth the wait or not,but this is definitely something to ruminate about....
Feel free to comment about above scribbled lines...

Impetus of Perception

The way one thinks has far fetched repercussions on where he will end up,here the thought process does not refer in any way positivism or negativism,because according to me that whole concept is far too exaggerated,I mean how can one control his thoughts to follow a damn rectilinear motion towards optimism when the wandering mind is not ready to accelerate from its current place.Anyway lets stick just to the impetus,the power of perception...
I always used to give a fair deal of time to assign one person the duty to be my role model,but alas even after much consideration I couldn't come up with one definitive name,I decided to recast the question so that it echoes through my mind and I come up with an answer and just then it popped up why can't I can be my own role model... But not the extant me,but that person that I want to be.... I anticipate that there can't be any better form of inducement than this....
Say today I tend to take a brush along with a palette full of exuberant colors and make these meticulous strokes to fabricate a presumptive version of myself blended with my passions,now what next,next to do is to make that version of myself to be my role model and follow up with unwavering efforts towards that  version....... For me no person can cast shadows of spur on me more than I myself can.... So this will be my way of  comprehending..... Give a thought to think yours!!!!
Learn to tame the way you precept your perception.....

This may not be my best article but for sure a thought provoking one....

A Silent Dream

A soothing cry hit the walls of the room,from there emerged a ray of euphoria that hit the flurried father...
Yes,a dream was born that day for him...From the two anticipating eyes slid a dazzling sea of wishes.....
But life has this propensity of smashing one down when least fathomed.The Baby was born to listen and talk null....
Elated faces turned gloomy as if lightning had struck the rainbow sky....
But the decisive father rose accumulating all his valor and uttered the golden words:
She will be my silent dream,A dream high upon the skies.....
And yes she grew up to be one....

Fretting Away Tranquility

While I take time to recall what all thoughts have been  running through my mind like a perennial  river from past few days,to my surprise I find that a voluminous amount of them were consternations about what possibly can go wrong......
Perhaps an average human brain envisions a bulk load of pessimistic stuff in his life ,stuff that he believes would happen.These thoughts don't lead one anywhere  instead it pushes one away from contentment....
And when the mind is not at peace,how is it supposed to act in a propitious way....
 To an extent  we all are well aware of above scribbled lines,yet we decide to fret away our tranquility......
Certainly this does not mean that we need to anticipate things to work out in a very sanguine manner either,because lets face it life ain't a wish granting factory....
Instead of making conjectures based on all the data we have,we should rather thrive to seize that star from the galaxy of our goals... Because that data is likely to change without any prior notification....

You must have heard about Anne Frank,if not,here is a little introduction:
Anne Frank was a German diarist and writer,she gained fame posthumously after the publication of her diary,The Diary Of A Young Girl which documents her life in hiding from 1942 to 1944,during the German occuption of The Netherlands in World War 2.
I will be adding two profound extracts from her diary,she was only 13 when she wrote it:

February 3rd 1944: “I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can’t do anything to change events anyway. I’ll just let matters take their course and concentrate on studying and hope that everything will be all right in the end.”

July 15th 1944: “It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too will end, that peace and tranquility will return once more. In the meantime, I must hold on to my ideals. Perhaps the day will come when I’ll be able to realize them.”

I hope I have justified my point to an extent.....If you found this post insightful or even if you didn't,let me know in the comment section below....I would love to hear from you guys....

A Ferry to the Past

Past is a place where we don't live anymore,yet we keep an imprint of it in our mind so immaculately that at times even a nugatory incident manages to turn on the tape of past in front of our eyes.

It appears as if the director of our brain ,our heart  has said ACTION!! and the scene kicks off,each and every person from the past is sturdy in his role,and the tape starts rolling....

The reason why I am scratching out this is that the same transpired with me today while I visited a place from my childhood days, from nowhere a ferry came and took me to an excursion to all the exquisite places in the bygone....

Elated faces and fulfilled smiles were all I could see...(Why??)

While my eyes were busy discerning the vista,the always contemplating mind interrogated what had changed from then to today....

"The places haven't even changed by a morsel excluding the framework but it is people who  have undergone a metamorphosis.... Some changes are sure inexorable for the very survival but alas those are only a handful,customarily people change because they anticipate the idea of  growing up to be the idea of obliteration of  all your ingenuous thoughts."

I completely hold faith in the above lines but a different version that justifies the interrogation of mind is the reason that is concealed in the fact that we make ourselves to think that we were better off in the past,and hence upon this fact I put the entire onus for the times when our past appears to be merrier than our present....

Past is something that is gone and will probably never come back,leaving space for a tinge of hope that Time Machine will be invented,but if this very probable event :D does not occur, no it ain't coming back.... 

So,it is better to primarily push our focus from past and even future to present.....

Revisiting past is a complacent experience but being stuck their and wishing to be transported into it is indiscreet...

So,just for once you can  take this Ferry to the Past,but make sure you have the return ticket with you....

May be some of you readers might be thinking about the fact that not all the experiences of past are jovial,so just for the sake of clarification I have set my paragraph on jovial experiences but even dangerous thing to do is to be stuck in the painful moments of past.... 

I hope I have set myself clear within the paragraph...If you do not concord with me and even if you do,feel free to comment.....

Postcrossing-My Hobby,something that gives me happiness...

I remember back one day, I got acquainted to postcrossing,I was new to the concept and it took all my attention at once….

Now  first of all I would introduce you people about what it actually is….

So, you must have heard about postcards, earlier when there were a few forms of communication and that too all written, sending postcards was one them, people used to write their whereabouts and send them to their relatives or people related to them…

So to recreate the magic  of this sending and receiving a website by the name postcrossing.com was started and from there one  can send postcards to unknown people ,who in turn are users on that website…

The procedure goes like this:

You login with your credentials and after that you request an address and a random address is  generated by the website and you have to send  a card to that person….And in turn you also receive a postcard from a random person from that website…

I hope this explains the process to an extent….

The reason why I am so much intrigued in  this hobby so much is that today when no one actually bothers to write using traditional methods, it provides a chance to relive those times when people actually wrote letters and waited for the response…..

Also,it bestows me with a window to peep into this incredible world.Ok don’t stress I will tell you how…

• ·       First these postcards are picture postcards they usually have pictures of some art form,any famous monument and more such things,so this way I get to venture through vision those picturesque scenes.
• ·       Secondly people write about their daily life,education,cultures,hobbies,languages,food,climate in their country,so this way I get to comprehend life in different countries.
• ·       Third,and most amazing part,I get to know people with different perspectives…

Now,I will be adding pictures of some of  the postcards I have received so far….
Click on the image to get a better view...

If you want to know more about this hobby of mine,you can mail me at aayushimangla28@gmail.com