Nostalgic Memories

The same morning used to be different till two years ago. It’s a day of Uttrayan (kite flying day), people in Gujarat wait desperately for this day and same was the situation in my house. My late grandfather and my brother secretly used to prepare for this day ten days before it. The mornings used to begin at 6, even though it was chilling. They are all set for full day fun.

 Loud music is heard all around, hundreds of colourful kites are scattered in the sky, people scream ‘kaipo cho!’, crazy foody people eat ‘Undhyu’,’fafdas’ and ‘jalebees’ is the scenario of this day. The atmosphere is full of excitement. Beautiful kites with light inside are seen at night in the sky. You really need an art to fly them.

 Nothing is changed around me but yes everything is changed at my home. My grandfather has left us forever long back but I still can’t forget the enthusiasm he had on this day. My brother has gone away for studies, Ismail, Talib and Turab (my cousins) and Gora and Gori aunty, again crazy kite flying lovers has shifted to another countries. Only thing that is same at my home is the special Gujarati food cooked. I am feeling nostalgic about the whole set of memories and sitting in a corner of my room to pen them down. With time things change, people go away but memories stay forever.

A few more memories are attached to this day. I remember spending two Uttrayan with friends. One at Priyanka’s house which was a fun day writing some funny things on the kites like ‘whoever catches it is a donkey’ and eating lots of food. Another was with Prachi’s family at her home. We looked at the sky, stare at our kites, screamed and ate!

Don’t know what will be the situation in the coming years but today I am badly missing Baji (my grandfather), Yunus, Gora, Gori, Ismail, Talib and Turab. Miss you all! I dedicate this note to you all and hope to meet you guys soon.

In one of the seminar I attended there was a girl sitting next to me. As the seminar was kind of boring I was making a sketch in a conference pad given to me and the girl typed a message for me in her mobile. She could not talk to me because I guess her mother who was sitting next to her had told her to be well mannered. I did not bother to see her phone and she was again and again trying to show me. Somehow I looked at her and smiled and she pointed her eyes towards her phone to show me the message she typed for me. I read it and she wrote ‘you draw very well’. On reading her message I silently said her 'Thank you' and smiled. When I left my chair and went out of conference room, I saw something of my interest, a village craft shop! I ran inside to see the beautiful handicraft stuff. It was great refreshment after two boring hours. I was looking around and I found a packet of gift tags with Warli painting on it. I immediately picked it up, paid for it and went back to the conference room. On reaching I found that the page I sketched on was missing and it was in that girl’s hand. I did not ask for it but she returned it to me after doing some research. She was very curious to know about me but as usual I did not bother to talk. She again typed a message for me asking ‘Where are you from?’ I answered her with a plastic smile and started listening to the speaker who was now a bit interesting. After some time she again called me saying that she wanted some space to go. I gave her space and very unintentionally I missed her saying good bye! 

A concealed mystery

Suddenly I start wondering what the meaning of my life is. Why am I on this planet? Why did almighty choose ‘me’ to be a part of the human race? Why do I exist? What is my goal? And I have no answer as everything is already pre planned. Everything is destined. I am a mere player who is just acting and so does everyone. Many times things are just opposite to my will but I am like a dumb animal that can’t do anything about what’s happening. There is so much negativity which I hate but I am again a statue that is just of a show and can’t raise my voice or act upon it. If everything is destined what is my role? After wasting hours on this I find no answers to any of these questions and I am back to work or get busy. Does anyone of you have an answer? Be practical! Don’t build castles in air.

The only reason I know of my existence is to pray, do some good to humanity, animals, environment and everything that exists. I sometimes feel I should not search the meaning of my existence but I should do at least one good act each day. Life is not a question to be answered or a puzzle to be solved. Life is a much unexpected journey where every decision is taken by god.  Life is happiness, pain or I can say another name of emotions. It’s a bliss and sometimes melancholy. Still my questions are not answered and I do not think they can ever be answered by anyone.

Supreme power

The supreme power of almighty is witnessed by every creature on earth. He is the one who rules the tiniest thing. We need him to feel fulfilled in life. Imagine a world of atheist. Whom will we seek refugee from? Who will give us that inner strength when are in difficulties? Whom will we thank when our wishes get fulfilled? Whom will we ask to fulfill our wishes? Life is a waste when a person looses his trust on God. Material comforts do not give the spiritual satisfaction. It comes from the prayer, from the conversation we do with God; which is an abstract figure, not seen by anyone still believed to be the most POWERFUL.

My Twin

I look into the mirror and I see someone who resembles me, EXACTLY LIKE ME! But yet I am not surprised to see her. I talk to her every time I feel alone. I share my joy, pain, excitement and nervousness with that someone. I call that ‘someone’ my ‘twin’. I don’t think anyone except my twin knows everything about me. We share a bond, a very special bond of love, care and understanding. The most surprising thing is, our happiness and our pain are the same. We are happy, sad, excited or nervous at the same time. Every time I feel like meeting her I stand in front of a mirror and I can find her. I can share the silliest things with her. If I tell such things to anyone else, they may think I am insane but this twin of mine always thinks, I am the best in the world and I can’t be silly ever. She is always proud of me. This is because I think the same.

Sometimes I am in such a state that I don’t find anyone around me to talk to and share with, the twin of mine is always waiting to cry, convince and consolidate me. I know the whole world may leave me but this someone will remain with me forever and I love her.