A void soul

All the search is in vain, 

For He is not to be seen again, 

Nor to be heard of... 

The aching heart may-

Never recover from the pain;

Pain of unreciprocated love... 

Of the lost melodies, fading memories and soulful reminiscence... 

Choice!

 

There was once a very generous queen of a very wild world. Her subjects were very loyal to her and were ready to obey her rules. The kingdom flourished under her reign. There was peace, prosperity, and joy everywhere. Every new child born in her kingdom was brought to her to be named. She named them Rose, Jasmine, Daffodil, Joy, Love, and Kin.

Once, the priest of her court, who happens to be a jackal, asked her if she is contented with what she had. She said yes. She was happy and contented for her citizens are living merrily.  He then told her since she has taken good care of her province it is time that she should live for herself too. He asked her to find a better half for herself. 

Now, she was perplexed. She has not thought about it all this while. No one told her it was necessary. At first, she ignored his suggestion. But, later on, she felt miserable. She felt that something is missing in her inner self. Some void IS there!

And, that's it! She left out on an expedition... to find the love of her life. She travelled far and wide. She was tired from the reckless journey. She was exhausted. Alas! she could not find a good match. Her long wait turned eternal. 

And, her mighty kingdom was long lost. Maybe the jackals rule her subjects now. God knows!

 

Recharged!

Finally, after long days of brewing and failing, I got my potion.
This is it. This is life's perfect blend. The divine bliss!

A little piece of paradise!

Copyright

There is a little piece of paradise inside me. Sleeping in there is my love angel. Dreaming and smiling all through the day. Touching the edges of her paradise with her little toes and fingers. Waiting for the days of sunshine and love to come, she lay there as a pure divine bliss!

A thousand splendid suns

A thousand splendid suns.. And one among them is Khaled Hosseini..

A beautiful story..rather a common one in any war front..

The story has a women face which adds to its beauty.Her emotions are yours also. You feel you are Mariam, you are Laila and you are the little Aziza..

Read and feel the book.. It is really touching.

The White Tiger

7 Indian nights.. :)
Well.. writing about 'The White Tiger'.. Still, I dont know how to conclude it on a review, as the story continues.. And it continues till the end of B'lore or the end of India or the end of everything good. Or everything bad? Still I'm not sure..
It's very much a story of today. And today's stories are not fairy tales, they are rather epics.. Each man's journey from Darkness to Light is an epic. Is it Light?
Anyway, one is "excused" after cutting one's master's throat, only because he was able to get hold of the "red bag" of his master.
Corruption. Corruption is the mathra of today's India. Corrupted to its root. From sweeper to minister, from havildar to IG, every level of India was,is and will be corupted. Well.. India doesnt know how to live without being corrupted.. So let's make a moral deal..
And Adiga is far ahead saying that India's revolution will have to come from somewhere else, not from her innerself..

"Memoirs of a Geishe"

      A "Geishe" means an artist. An artist, rather, a woman, who sells her skills and not her body. A Geishe performs her skills, her dance before a lot of 'gentlemen'. But she will be faithful to her only "danna". Danna, the man who wins the bid for her. The man who takes her as his wife-for-night, a half-wife indeed.

     And, there was a Geishe who never befitted the small world of women; where in a friend can turn to a foe in no time. That Geishe was named "Sayuri" - "Niita Sayuri".

     Sayuri's memoirs was made into "Memoirs of a Geishe". As the final comment says, " It's not the memoirs of a queen or an emporess; It's the memoirs of a woman of another kind".

     A great movie of 2005 which won 3 oscars...

Author : Arthur Golden

Director(movie) : Rob Marshall

Screenplay : Robin Swicord

The Alchemist

'The Alchemist' is all about pursuing one's dreams. Each man bears a written destiny on his back. But not many achieves it. As 'the Alchemist' says, many give up when they are so close to their destiny.

It needs courage for a man to start the journey in search of his destiny. Also it needs faith in one's self. When we start this journey, all the Universe will together conspire towards it.

The whole journey starts with "Beginner's Luck" and ends with many hardships and sufferings.

There are omens all around you and you have to realise them. And always listen to your heart. Even though the heart is having its own fears and concerns, you can always console it and ask it for the required guidance.

The king, the gypsy, the thief, the merchant, the tribesmen, the alchemist, the dessert, the wind, the sun and the whole universe will guide you through. Sometimes you will be delighted by luck, sometimes frightened by thieves, sometimes threatened by death and sometimes the whole world may call you an idiot. Dont give up, strive through and you will be at your DESTINY.

"Be a dreamer. Be a wanderer. Be patient. Wait for omens. And dont ever give up. The destiny will be yours."

My Belief

I discovered a church!

Not a new one. Very old and grand! This church may be known to all my fellow beings for years. But i discovered it, atleast for myself.

The priest asked me,"Who are you? What is your belief?"

I told,"I am a Human."

Then he clarified, "Which religion do you belong to?"

And I replied,"I am a Hindu by birth."

Soon a smile crossed over his grey eyes. He was convinced. "So, now you turned to Christianity"

"No! I believe in Humanity"

"Oho! You are a non-believer then. So which 'ism' do you belong to?"

"GODISM!"

No more questions. I believe in Godism. The priest left me and hurried to the altar.

Now my conscience turned against me and asked,"What is this Godism?"

"GOD ONLY KNOWS!"

Farewell my Friend ...

"What I gave to you
Is yours by right everlasting.
What others receive
Are the daily driblets the heart yields
To tender solicitude
O my princely,peerless friend,
What I gave to you was your own gift -
Fuller your acceptance, the deeper my debt,
My friend, farewell."

Here it is, Tagore reciting another beautiful story of relationships - a simple, pure and deep relationship.
And the most hearty gift for the dearest departing friend - The final farewell poem...

From Sufi Mysticism..

"What is wrong, O God, with this earth,that people want to rise up to the heavens? Why can people not find you on earth, so they must seek you in the heavens? Look at them staring upwards. You are right before their eyes; yet their eyes cannot see. You are in front of them; yet they are blind.."

- Hallaj: Diwan

The Shadow of Kamakhya

'The Shadow of Kamakhya' by Indira Goswami.. Really touching stories..The stories bear in it such a mysterious and gloomy air that no one can escape from its uneasiness.Really loved reading it..

Poetry...

'And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I dont know, I dont know where
it came from, winter or a river.
I dont know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words,nor silence,
but from a street i was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there i was without a face
and it touched me.'
- from Neruda's 'Poetry'.

It came the same way for me, from unknown, from known, and i dont know from where else...