Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2016

The Limitless Child...!

Place: Somewhere between reality and fantasy

So, the whole world has entered a new year. The hangover is now over and the feeling of your regular job, apathetic colleagues and EMIs sink in. The terrorists are here to attack our country’s integrity. The calendars roll every day. A moment of positivity as the year changes is just a pretext to make you feel good. This makes you gather your energies once again and try fighting the odds that surround you. So, is there a permanent solution that can unleash the lost positivity, you may require a week later? There is a timeless solution to this and it lies within you.

Remember, yourself as a child. You were limitless, fearless and beaming with energy every time you fell. The moment you heard the sound of an airplane you searched it all in the skies. And each time you traced the airplane you dreamt of being a pilot. You were an astronaut the other day, a writer during the weekends, a cricketer in the evening and much more. A child believes in whatever he/she is doing and is careless of the effects of his/her actions. We often grow up and know more that makes us think of limitations that impede us.

Here are six short stories (Source: Self-Written, Quora and Internet) that will make you think how wonderful it would be to tackle your problems as a child and be limitless for the rest of your limited time on earth:


1.       The Self-Belief:

My little cousin was travelling with his grandfather on a scooter one day.
My great uncle told my cousin, "Please hold me tightly."
My cousin replied, "Why Dadu, will you fall down?"
No matter how miniscule you are, never lose your confidence.

                 2. The Selfless Care for loved ones:

A lovely little girl was holding two apples with both hands.
Her mother came in and softly asked her little daughter with a smile: my sweetie, could you give your mom one of your two apples?
The girl looked up at her mom for some seconds, then she suddenly took a quick bite on one apple, and then quickly on the other.
The mom felt the smile on her face freeze. She tried hard not to reveal her disappointment.
Then the little girl handed one of her bitten apples to her mom, and said: “Mummy, here you are. This is the sweeter one…!
 No matter who you are, how experienced you are, and how knowledgeable you think you are, always delay judgement. Give others the privilege to explain themselves. What you see may not be the reality. Never conclude for others.
  
3. The Effortless Enthusiasm:
               
We hate each Monday after a long weekend and crave for an extra day between Saturday and Sunday. I am no different and was brooding over going to office on a Monday morning. As I was walking, a little girl ran past me with her mother. She was oozing with energy to go to school. Her school bag was heavier than her. She wasn’t paid to go to school. She had homework to finish over weekend and a scolding teacher is a regular scene in every school. Despite all odds, she could not wait to board her school bus. On the other hand, I enjoyed my weekend watching my favourite movies, I was paid to go to office and I had a lighter laptop on my back.
                The only thing we lack in life to fight our troubles is a smile and an endless effortless enthusiasm, a little girl could easily carry these things on a regular basis.

4. The Fearless Fighting Spirit:


I was at Mumbai Airport and was annoyed by a 4 year old kid’s excitement as he was going to board airplane for the first time. He was running everywhere, touching all outlets that sell coffee and chocolates and almost fell seeing a plane through the glasses. We gathered ourselves and a blue coloured bus was ready to pick us up. The kid was startled and annoyed. He was not ready to board the bus. His father was embarrassed and convinced him to board the bus for a large pack of chocolates. The bus began turning its wheels and he shrieked: “Dad, the pilot has cheated us. Instead of airplane, we are now going Bangalore in a bus. But don’t worry. I am going to fight the pilot and take our money back as soon as I reach Bangalore.” Everyone in the bus started laughing.
It is not the size of the dog in the fight that counts; it is the size of the fight in the dog that matters. A lesson the child was oblivious of and yet practised.

5. The Carefree Thoughts:

Everyone dreads Mumbai rains. Some fear it so much that they carry an umbrella all the time during the year. It was July and was raining incessantly. I was running like a headless chicken to get my shoes, clothes and other belongings inside the house and then I see something magical. I see my 5 year old neighbour, a little girl, storming out of her house with her little umbrella, dancing in the rain. Her mother rushes out and picks her in. 5 minutes later… The little girl is again out in the rain and this time without an umbrella. Her mother picks her back and this merry go round race repeats once more.
Be Carefree. The storms can’t budge you.
  
6. Reality Distortion:
An excerpt from the movie: The Dark Knight Rises

Blind Prisoner: How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible without the most powerful impulse of the spirit: the fear of death?
Bruce Wayne: I do fear death. I fear dying in here, while my city burns, and there's no one there to save it.
Blind Prisoner: Then make the climb.
Bruce Wayne: How?
Blind PrisonerAs the child did. Without the rope. Then fear will find you again.
 The realism warranted every prisoner to climb out with a rope. The child did not know it and made it. Steve Jobs did distort reality to see futuristic products. The kids do it on a regular basis.

It is easier said than done. The world expects us to be mature and not childish. These words can be an easy rebuttal to this story. Remember, growing up is a myth. The day you stop thinking like a child, you stop living…!

Amit Leela Purohit
The Lone Soldier
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Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Lost Child


I always feel I am doing nothing on this planet except growing old whenever my birthday is around the corner. Every birthday I promise myself that I shall find the reason to live or the reason to write a book. The former never gets formulated and the latter keeps on dealing with the subject matter.

Carefree Childhood days
So I decided to travel to places to remember what I was made of and visited the people who crafted a man out of a toddler. This led me to Udaipur, my birth place. The city of lakes that taught me change is inevitable and it kills if you don’t accept it in life. The second stop was my kindergarten that taught me the faller is destined to succeed. The third was my college which once taught me love and success can go in hand.  And out of everything I grounded one fact: Needless to say, the fact bearer told me all life what I have spent was in vain as I had been running after things that my parents, teachers and some of my friends asked me to chase for.

I still remember the days of my childhood when jalebi was sweeter and reminded me of the advertisement wherein a boy is convinced to return to his home when he was promised ‘jalebi’. I was so care free and ready to tell people what I knew forgetting the fact how much they know or what they wished to know.
My favorite color was the one that my English teacher wore and it changed around four times in a week.
There were no paychecks but the two rupee note and a ‘Poppins’ in my hand made me felt like a king.
The time when Batman and Spiderman looked great on paper rather than making me wait for the sequels that come every season to bore.
There were no mobile phones and my parents knew wherever I would be in this world I would return in a ‘single piece’ with my bicycle by 7 pm in the evening.
There was no Google still I knew what to search for and where the answers were hidden.
I had smiling faces around me not a book of faces saying where they are spending their honeymoons or which college they are studying in…!!!
I had a pencil and a rubber that lasted for a week and now I never see my pencil’s final notch sharpened up or changing my roller pen’s refill.
There were sparrows and squirrels I used to run after and spent my time watching clouds changing their shapes from elephants to horses.
The crayons that colored my life and made it look vibrant not the blunt bank’s SMS in my smart phone saying about my purchases and meager bank balance.
 I had love and the only thing that broke my heart was the moment when she said to me that her frock is brighter than my pants.
I never had the feeling of losing somebody or something except my new compass that I got free with ‘Bournvita’.
The months when I waited for the school to reopen and wished to see her with a new water bottle rather than the appraisals that I now carve and crib for.
Let me tell you a true story. When I was in 4th grade we had a surprise drawing exam. And it really ‘surprised’ me. The teacher told us to draw a free hand sketch and the white sheets that looked like dinner table napkins came to my bench. I read the words ‘free’ and ‘hand’ and traced my hand on the sheet, colored it with the color of the skin and wrote in the centre ‘Free Hand’ and left the class room within 15 minutes. The teacher laughed and I got a ‘D’. But the lesson learnt was my shelling out what I knew.
I failed the Ph.D interview at some IIT last fortnight. After passing 3 rounds, I feared to express what I knew in the interview. And once again life placed me on the crossroads that say where to go with a lot of sign boards luring me to them.

Closing my eyes, remembering what ‘Into the Wild’ meant and now finding a reason to live because this life can’t be a reason to die.

Now Listening:

Wo Kagaaz Ki Kashti;  Wo Baarish Ka Paani…

The reason why my calendar days pass is a mystery and I am on the way to my answers…!!!
Amit Purohit
The Lone Soldier

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Monday, April 16, 2012

The Cuckoo Behind The Kolaveri...


12th Apr, 2012
3:35 pm, Somewhere On Earth.

Very few of my friends have heard the song ‘Guncha’ by Mohit Chauhan. Guncha means a young flower. The most fascinating lines of the song go like this:

“Subh ko teri Zulf ne sham kar dia,
Guncha koi mere naam kar dia…!’’

                And I dipped into my favorite arena where my pen did the talking. Pondering over the thought of writing a book woven with words around women, I felt I had now walked the talk with enough women in my life and their depiction of emotions. I was wrong, point blank.

                Allow me to tell you an open ended story of a girl I met and was startled.

                She was 26, MBA. She had a CAT percentile I could dream of and a persona I was jealous of. She landed and ditched one of the finest corporate jobs which people like me deem of. But things weren’t rosy as I thought of.
                She was working for nuts but for a cause by means of which she drove her life. And when inquired about why the ‘fish’ she worked for nuts; she smiled with an uncertainty at the back drop of her cerebellum. Being the ‘local’ Sherlock by nature, I was curious with some questions and the day occurred when the sun rose and her answers came searching my questions.
                And like any other Cindrella, the story stalked and sauntered around marriage – the lexis behind her uncertain smile she showcased, sitting near to the beautiful coffee cups she was fond of. Scores of questions rambled her mind about ‘the one’ and started driving her life. And I was surprised again…
                This time, I was surprised by the feminine psychology of considering ‘the one’ as the center of her earth. I watched her about and by now almost a 24-hour office day stamping documents with a smile incomplete in its own sense. The smile that carried pain of a broken song or the panicky of her parent’s toil of finding ‘the one’. For ‘the one’ and with the uncertainties tied to him she worked for nuts instead of diamonds.
                What was more! Adding more struggle to the smile was the debris of a musical dream that never shaped out of her parental pressure. As this ink flows on this paper and turns into blatant hieroglyphics; a day passes in the life of an individual getting the pangs of being alone and clearing the misty air of not so certain things tied with and for a stranger.
                A dream stifled like a soda bottle welded with the cork. Blueprints of a business, a career remains on paper in her minds; somewhere buried. I had never thought of weaving my life and its winged dreams for anyone. And she was living it, staking and sauntering her gold clad MBA for the unknown waiting, hoping to meet the next door.
When I see her I think of a flower vase with dried roses yet fresh leaves…!
When I see her I think of someone breathing for clouds that change shapes daily…!
I hear a sunken song that was never written; but a singer composed it for life…!

“Aankho ke jazeero ko tere naam kar dia,
Guncha koi mere naam kar dia…!’’

Amit Purohit
The Lone Soldier

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Friday, February 17, 2012

Clearance Ki Kahaani...Balls to 'Sayonara'


Characters:

GET : X (Graduate Engineering Trainee Resigning as Senior Project Executive)
Manager Y (Eating, Doing Nothing and managing GET X)
HR Z (Helpless Rascal @ the Human Resource)
Note: Trying to avoid being harsh
Warning: No resemblance with real world. If you find any, have beer and chill because none gets to bother.

16 Jan 2012

It was the 89th day of the three month notice period at a company called Lallu & Tappu Ltd (La&Ta). My brain was bleeding as I was the only one around going home instead of going to some MNCs who pay like pigs. And adding pressure to the pumping blood was the Manager Y who was not clearing off my handover dues. Actually speaking, he didn’t know what I was handing over as he never worked till it came to brim.
The HR Z was any other person who was least bothered who was leaving; knowing the reasons might be his dream job that he used to actually do while snoring at 2 pm after the hefty lunch.
I was to leave at 17th Jan and it was already 4:30 pm. It was getting tougher to nail Manager Y.
He only had to tick on a clearance form in his mail and like any day he wasn’t bothered when it came to work.

10 minutes of Creative Planning by GET X passed by.

To Retaliate Is Human Nature...
Manager Y: So why are you exactly leaving?
GET X: Does it make sense on the 89th day of my 3 month notice period?
Manager Y (Stunned): What does it mean when you question a query?
GET X: It means I am not interested to entertain the query and the beholder.
Manager Y: Tell me which company are you joining?
GET X: I am getting out of this company business. It adds no value to my thoughts.
Manager Y: The world is small. We will be informed where you are heading.
GET X: Please clear off my dues, just by clicking a simple icon in your mail box.
Manager Y: No, I won’t till you let me know.

Nonsense heated argument follows.
GET X watches the clock. It was 4:50 pm. He knew Manager Y will run to the punching machine at 5:15 pm and drive home. At 5 pm all he wanted the subsidized tea offered at the labor canteen.
He wanted the tick as it was HR Z’s turn tomorrow.

Manager Y (provoking): He will be a Master (professor in derogatory sense) one day and then he thinks he can add value to his thoughts.
GET X (keeping his cool): Sir G, its 4:55 pm. (Actually the clock showed 5 pm). I am going for tea.
Manager Y: Oh! Where I have to tick for clearing your dues?
GET X (thinking prey had come to daddy): Here, over here sir…
Manager Y: Is there any provision for partial clearance?

Manager Y actually didn’t know what he was handling and still he wanted GET X to be trapped.

GET X: Sir G, its 5 pm (Clock actually showing 5:15 pm) we will miss the tea.
Manager Y: Here is the password of my mail box. Get it done.
GET X: (enters the password like a ninja): Click..! Bang you go…!!
Manager Y: Let’s go to tea.
GET X: Its 5:18pm.
Manager Y (Astonished): What?
GET X: So you finally come to know that is the way you get to work…! Good Bye.
Manager Y:  (Now knew the trick) If you wish you can share your personal contact details.
GET X: Good Bye.

17 Jan 2012.

HR Z: Have you ticked all departments in the form?
HR Z never knew what kind of intellectual capital the company had and the least he knew about the loss to company when most of them were leaving the company.
GET X: Yes
HR Z: Get your dues cleared by the Finance department know.
The official time to leave was 5 pm. But as I had received clearance from all departments I could have been relieved earlier. Every one applied Murphy’s Law.
I requested HR Z to relieve me by 3 pm. I asked him to at least hand over my documents against the I-card I had submitted. He said a cold NO.
He did every procedural works at 5 pm. I kicked the door.

17 Feb 2012

I am still waiting for my salary. Manager Y wants me back.
I got my clearance done over a Rs.3/- tea.
I left love and opened the doors of uncertainty in my life…!!!


 Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier

Monday, February 13, 2012

Don't Let My Love Die...



My skies; my seas
                Where the sun settled over her eyes
Holding her arms with fingers twined
                Those beautiful eyes setting in mine…
The lonely river and a long bridge
                That bridged the souls living apart
Looking at what she stared
            Blinking eyes when the rain dripped to fall…
The silence that sounded again
            Deafening the ears; melting the heart’s gain
O’ little girl,
            My feelings may fail…
Or my souls may feign…
            To rewind the times of love and pain
 Love shall neither fail nor feign
             I fear, the world and times might drain…!!!

Often I write something that inspired what made me write these verses. But I can’t figure what to write for this one. It is just the love making me unable of deem what I am made of and what will be left in me when you will not be there…!!!

I am sending all my love to you with the air I breathe in and with the clouds I see in the skies.
I am sending all my love to you with the stars I see and wish I could be one to be with you.
I am sending all my love to you with the flowers that never trailed our ways to soothe you.
I am sending all my love to you being in love with you.
I am sending all my love to love you…! ! !

Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier's Sleepless Nights)


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Saturday, January 28, 2012

Smeared By Swamp...



I was standing under the night lamp,     
                With quiet stars staring at me,
Almost failing to time…
                Were the huts and hearts to the swamp?
Blessed were the clouds
                That peeped when we kissed around
And the rest was all clutter…
                Feelings over the pan; all fetters
The smoke went above the airplane
                Yet smelt the same; insane
Dew drops and some molten chocolate,
                Over the grass; inside the oven
Rest what left failed to ruin
                The castles of love; the tears of rain
I was still standing under the night lamp               
         With the hearts and huts smeared by the swamp
नादान परिंदे, घर आजा...
Imaginations are weird. They come to you, rove into your brain and leave you with a thought. It was 4 in the morning with the zephyr about to unfold and the ‘Nothing Else Matters’ track echoing in my room I grew. There is a light post in front of my house. It was time, when I thought of myself standing by it and rewinding life by a frame or more. And then I thought of the poem I just wrote and you just read.

I always felt scores of surges and swamps in life. Joy and Sorrow. Love and Pangs. I was almost to the place that I left. The lights made me blind and the smoke made me restless.

With all sorts of uncertainties now open, the journey to finding the metal of what made me begins and you know what…
Nothing Else Mattered…! ! !

Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Life has come too far...



My mind has been monotone these days as blunt and plain as a spread sheet I just saved and mailed to my boss. I planned to write an article about love; life and dreams. I ended up writing some poetry over it. Life has been changing all the times. It became evident to me when I found some old friend’s mail in my so called professional mail box. Life has come too far and changes undergone are too swift to be felt. The hustle and bustle of traffic around just seems to swell as days pass. The rivers either go dry or ruin every nook and cranny coming their way. People around me change before I switch between my SAP windows. The red color meant love before and now it signals some sort of delay in some junk of my project. The gliders I see today never kick me to be a pilot as it did when I was 5. Love too succumbed to the pace of life. The black berries are bitter than the cherries I used to relish on. The money in my salary a/c gives me a kick of joy for some seconds. But the pangs are endless when I see my neighbor making his son do geometry and trigonometry.

Life has really come too far. Some set of rules and an alien feeling of getting freed tends to be apocryphal all the time. The loop is set and we are in. Mice are ready; Cats keep chasing. Money and expectations go with the same nick. The only thing that remained the same is my old radio. It is playing now a track from Dev D:

‘kudrat muskurati hai meri nadani pe; Sarghoshi khud se karti hu main herani mein…!’

I deem of an article in motion…!

Life has come too far…
With memories to cherish and money at par
The old photographs make me cry
I used to sit next to her; no matter the teachers pass by
My old algebra textbook and the Shakespearean plays
Life shaped as spreadsheets with formulae at play
Those changing clouds and honey bees sting
With butterflies around; Ringa Ringa roses sing…
Dreams dwell as I see the glider go…
My pants all wet as I find the only coin in muddy row
My father’s fingers; my sister’s palm
And I miss my mother’s warmth…
Life became a station; trains come and pass
Tickets cost me more as I go far
Table clocks; Presentations; Mail boxes
Schedules; Bosses and some more taxes
Cheque Books; Wallets; Blackberries
Travel; Itinerary and some sundries
Love was on the way to loss
With the salary slip shooting beyond no cause…
Time kept running; Dreams keep playing
People keep moving; The smoke does the chewing…!

Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Love, Honor And Killing.

Love; Honor And Killing


12th July, 2010


A famous newspaper quoted: “If you find something wrong with a newly married couple don’t go for the police go for the Khaps…!”

The TV screens flashed killings of some young couple in the northern parts of my wonderful country, India. I very well know the name of the place; the lobby of people and the date, time and reason when the killings happened. But I don’t wish to mention all here. This is because the sentiments I wish to talk upon I guess is paramount. The media did it the most idiotic way they could with the word honor in bold and red. I turned off the tube. Two of my female friends were confused over honor and mercy killing. I smiled out of a stifle. We need to react and generate awareness on such burning societal issues and the so called young feminine India boasting of ruling corporate and begging all the way for reservation in every nook and cranny of the system was confused. Mercy and Honor. My heart pumped lava instead of blood thinking of the visuals related to the incident. People were doing what human kind and its creator can’t deem of.


Two souls fall in love. They are not of the same caste. Some people in white turbans behave like courts and issue life sentence for the love birds. The so called youth of India executes it. The brutal the execution the more is the pride carried off. The news keeps coming in newspapers. They talk of the northern part of this country. I feel safer in Gujarat. Love is merrier here. And the day I think of this the page 5 of a leading newspaper tells me of a case of honor killing in Surat – where I earn money. Sometimes I think the proactive media has made us notice vices like honor killing these days. Love is ancient and so honor killing would be! Honor, I seem to be in such cases of killing is a mental block. The word mirage would rather suit such notion rather than a mind’s block. The situation goes pathetic when the couple marries against family’s will and remains alive. You read it correct. The situation gets worse as they tackle the tide their home all alone just because they decided to live life at their own terms. Their parents feel like they had been murdered. Casteism was an old man’s thought and now the same is killing his successors.


The Sunset Time


With all these emotions roving and raving in my mind, I thought of taking a break and watching some music videos. And some anchor was interviewing the local police commissioner over the couple’s murder who sought police protection a week ago in the same news room. I thought education has cleansed the minds of my country’s people. I am wrong. Religion and Honor are Everest sized mental blocks of people and people can’t see the sunshine beyond it. It reminded me of the ‘Sania-Shoaib’ marriage episode which followed nasty SMSes, Facebook status and tangy tweets. People just can’t accept the fact and carry life on.


Love is godly. They say it is beyond boundaries and borders. It is because of love we breathe and feel our existence. Killing love and its beholders in the name of honor is itself questioning love’s existence on this planet. This ultimately makes me think of our existence and extinction. We are against the emotion which binds us all. And the worst part is we count on it as our token to unravel our geographic and economic problems.

Sad is the story that all is happening in a country where romantic films run for 25 years at a stretch and the countrymen there kill those who are the real inspiration behind such immortal stories…!

Let me love without the honor part of it; I will be breathing in the end…!
Give me freedom!

Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier.
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