FOREVER IMMORTAL IN MY BRAIN

  FOREVER IMMORTAL IN MY BRAIN

A pale bluish green colored book lay on my table a few days ago. It caught my eye. It had a man with a long scar on his back and braided long hair. *weird* I thought.  My table was very messy that day and a white colored sheet covered its name. I was going crazy looking for my black colored t-shirt which was lying on top of the book covering the author’s name. I quickly took my t-shirt and sprang out of the house to meet my friends.

It was one of those nights when sleep hassles you, tortures you, keeps you waiting. It behaves pricey, unrealistic and devilish. I counted till 1000, sang myself a song. But nothing attracted it. I lay still in my bed. Weirdly enough, I got up picked up the bluish green book from under the white page and switched on the light. It read “the immortals of Melluha”. I lay down in my bed and started reading, and it changed my life forever

Shiva is a “man”. A strong, handsome, fierce, passionate, gruesome man. He leads his Gunas (the people who were under Shiva’s leadership), defeats kingdoms and protects his Mansarovar Lake.  But what happens when a foreigner offers him and his people a superior life, away from the Pakratis who constantly attack Shiva and his people, the chilly cold climate of the Kailas parbat. What does Shiva do when the offer includes substantial climate, security of life and whole lot of other amenities in the beautiful land of Meluha? Yes, like every other good leader, he marches his way to Meluha and what meets his eyes is a lot more than what he had expected. His divine mind already started analyzing the beauty of the realism, discipline, architectural awareness and supremely chalked out tactics for protection. He was flabbergasted, in “high” spirits, proud and moreover satisfied by his decision.

Now comes the time when a lot of this change. They all are given a drink to drink by the scholarly doctor named ayurvati. It is the immortal, most legendary, epic and god of all drinks. The somras. What happens when everyone drinks the somras? There is chaos! Looks like everyone has got the fever, but something exceptionally different happens with Shiva. His neck turns blue. HE IS THE NEELKANTH. The NEELKANTH had arrived. The savior of the meluhans had arrived.

In a series of further events, he is the proclaimed god, falls in love with a vikrama princess Sati and defeats the Chandravanshis who are the apparent obstacles in the Meluhans life.

Now you must be wondering why I just told you this entire story. It is because the blog is all about what I inferred from it and unless you know what exactly I am talking about, you would never understand my blog.

Soon after I read the book, I thought. Wow. Shiva is flawed too? I mean he smokes marijuana, denies shudhikaran, flirts with a vikrama princess and also has nightmares of a having done the wrong deed. So does the white paper on top, book in the centre and black t-shirt in the end signify anything? Was Shiva a grey character like all of us? Yes. He was. He was indeed flawed morally, according to social outlook, yes. But in his approaches no.  Has anyone who ever read the book ever wondered why Shiva had the scars on his back. Do gods ever get hurt? Are they ever injured? No! But Shiva is. This depicts that Shiva was the only god who was closest to human. Thus he had the virtues, the thoughts, the flaws in moral outlook like normal man. But then what made him divine? His black and white outlook. He was a cavalry genius, an organized warrior, a monogamous god. He looked at everything with equality, fought for the right, and used his powers in concentrating the cosmic energy in the good happenings of life. His tandav, his anger, his brutality, his strong blue body, his nomadic life made him divine. He was a man of virtues.

The Immortals of Meluha is the book which provides us with the gory details of Shiva’s character. There is so much to learn from him. So much to grasp. He gives you a reason to bring about the change. His organized thinking, his determination and thoughts behind his actions are amongst the most superficial qualities of his that can be picked up. He gives you the reason why one should look at the green leaves and feel happy. Why one should do what they like and not care of what others think. He is the reason why the dead die and the great live.

This book made me so curious about Indian mythology. I Wikipedia-ed every character.  Soon with self understanding I realized what the Indian cultures had misinterpreted so harshly. The pathetic act of committing Sati was one of them. Other than that, every character portrayed a great human quality Bhadra depicted friendship, Nandi loyalty, sati love, and Brahaspati elder brotherly bonding.

In all, Amish Tripathi is a literally genius. He made me think, he made me research, he made me conclude. He gave me a lot of answers. Every aspect of Indian society’s roots was understood through the words and situations given by Tripathi. This book changed my outlook. It made me a passionate person the day I finished it. It gave me a new line of thought.

At the end of the day, knowledge is power, information is wealth, and affirmation is success and determination the backbone.

I want to conclude

While beauty has its significance and power its show

Determination has the power of being within and passion its significant blow

Don’t be afraid of the world, for it is your stage, just open your third eye within and dance galore

This is your time and this is your fate, change your destiny and enjoy your trip to it for something mystical awaits.

Har Har Mahadev!

Invisible Children

Hello everybody, finally I came up with a good topic for a comeback. It’s been a while since I blogged about how things were happening in my life,as a briefing. They were normal. Just yesterday, while I was having a random chat with a friend he asked me if I knew who Kony was. I knew he was A psyched out crazy fellow from Uganda who was amongst the top 10 most wanted people in the world according to the Forbes statistics. Nothing more. Never cared, you see. He told me to see this video-KONY2012. AND THAT’S WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED

I had my EVS exam the next day, but who the hell studies EVS. So for a change instead of chatting and socializing on face book. Instead of watching the big bang theory on tv. Instead of solving soppy problems my friends had. I saw this video

Joseph Kony is a man. A ruthless, dirty, strange, heartless, mindless, hit-in-the-head man. A man who cares about nothing but how to establish his own rule. A man, who abducts, kills, rapes, exploits children. A man who claims himself to be the spokesperson of god. A man who has his so called great –Lords resistance army, which I suppose is and has to be a pathetic group of mindless rebels. A man who knows nothing but torture. A man without a heart. Without a soul. Without a functional brain. A man who is supposed to have 42 children but is the worst father one can ever have. A man who exploits the relationship between children and parents and forces, plagues minds and makes naive children kill their own birth givers. A man who attacks villages and abducts children. Makes the girls sex slaves and boys child soldiers. Yes, such a man lives. And this isn’t the story of a 100-200 children. It’s the story of a FULL FLEGED 60,000 children and still counting.

I am a student. A typical student. Goes to college, attends classes, has a social group, watches movies, has guy problems, and the normal teenage stuff.  Every night, I have a sound sleep- unless my parents have shouted at me, or I have had a fight with my friends, or not completed my journal or something silly like that. My day starts with the normal stuff and ends with the normal stuff. Anything other than that , makes my day awesome. Which includes, buying new clothes, watching a movie, having sleepovers, attending big birthday bashes, and getting to wake up late. Yes. And this is a clause synonymous with all our lives

What happens in Uganda? They do the most abnormal stuff. Pick up guns, wear torn clothes, and sleep at night with the fear of being abducted. Where ‘sleepovers’ with their parents is the big thing. Where not contracting a disease makes their day awesome. Where not getting noticed by the rebels is like nothing in the world. Where living on hope of dying tomorrow, because they don’t want to live. They don’t want to be sinful. They are kids! They don’t like blood. They don’t like seeing stinky corpses. They don’t like being used by old filthy drug dealers. They don’t like living away from their parents. They don’t like JOSEPH KONY! But can they help it? Can they do ANYTHING? Run away? How far? Far way till they are got back and where the punishment is the death of their brother, sister, mother or father and not their own.  Who knows their plight? These children don’t go to school. They don’t have parents, culture, manners. All they have is a gun. A body to sell. A filthy man to follow. And a little ray of hope that someday. Someone, will come and bring sunshine in their lives. That all this will end. That one day instead of guns they would have books. Someday, they will be next to their mothers cribbing about normal teenage stuff. Someday, they would play hide and seek with their little brother and not make him hide in their own shadow with the fear of losing him. Someday, having to listen to “the talk” from their fathers.  That someday, they would have a typical Sunday morning breakfast. That someday, they make their parents proud and see tears in their eyes of pride and not of pain. That Someday, Joseph kony would get arrested. Someday. Someday these alive corpses will be live souls.

Everyone comes into this world for a reason. He comes here to do something. We came here to do something we don’t yet know of. I know we can’t go out there and bring these children here and give them towel and say ‘have a bath’ you seem dirty, our country has way too many people it should have already. But all I want to say is. I love my parents. My brother. My sister. My grandparents. I love it how I get to talk to them. Be with them. I love it how I get to fight with my brother over the TV. Go swimming with my sister. Have dinner with my grandparents. And to top it all get the love from them

I had a childhood. Adolescence and a teenage. They had the same in different circumstances. This article is for all those ‘pruthvi-bandhus’ out there. We are your ray of hope. Nature is just. It will kill Kony. He will be arrested. He will rust. He will die. JOSEPH KONY MUST DIE. I am with you. my friends are with you. My family. My country. This world. Everybody other than the LRA’S is with you. truth always triumphs. And truth always wins. Justice always happens. And the masses always dethrone the evil. You don’t have to worry because SATYA MEVA JAYATE.

 http://www.invisiblechildren.com/

The Social Network

Like grown up toddlers we stumble into college. We look around this new place. We look around the new faces. We look around see a few familiar faces, few friendly. Few arrogant, few dull, few over enthusiastic and a few plain boring. The familiar faces are the ones we start this joy ride of college with. We sit with them through lectures which we plan on attending earlier; we then start talking to the people sitting in the rows behind and in front of us. We then end up meeting their friends and then there is this one huge social group

The next thing that happens is that groups are formed within groups and some people get closer, and some not. Some start dating, some start fighting. Now this one huge group becomes 10 new groups like the Indian political system. It’s the democracy and the people first which then break into several parties just to fight each other. And when you read these 2 paragraphs of utter nonsense, and believe it, I will identify you as a college student.

Its been more than 1 whole term since college has started. I have managed to make a few friends. Some being the grapes as well ( ref: the fruit basket)  but my only question is will these friends last? How trustworthy are they? How close can I get? Will they take me for granted? Am I going to have a dramatic college life? Do I want a dramatic college life? Will I have good memories? Or will I have to live with sob stories? Will people bother me regarding who I like and who I don’t? Will I be caught in a stupid unwanted cat fight? Why am I thinking about this? But then again, will I change? Is this company wrong? Or wait, I wont get carried away by peer pressure, will i?

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I WAS UTTERLY AND DRASTICALLY CONFUSED

There are times when self realization works wonders. I woke up one morning early enough to see the sun rise. I saw it rise and rise till after a point it became painful to the eyes. I couldn’t look at it anymore, my eyes began to water. I had seen it only for an hour and it made me cry. People are very much like the sun. they grow on you. Being close to a person to an extent is healthy, it’s called being social, but getting too close to them only after a short period of acquaintance could make you cry. It could hurt you. And as a self prevention action, so to say. I decided to fall out of all social groups and just learn to be a good person and have “friends”. Because at the end of the day it is the amount of love a person craves for, not the number or people who like them. Love and liking have a huge amount of difference and to be loved is a feeling of satisfaction.

So, here I am, a friend to be. Because you get one day, one life and one experience of college life. one experience to lose it all. One experience where losing is gaining. One day, one movie, one situation one realization, one experience will take you a long way in life. Don’t get stuck in groups, don’t get carried away. Stay in college. Have fun. Judge correctly and you will be a happy teenager J

p.s- sorry for such a stereotypical article, but it had to come from me some day :P 

A day well spent

I know its been long since I blogged. I know it’s a sad thing. But I just had to blog about today’s day

People come and people go. Some stay, to be called friends.  And I wish that today lasts for eternity.

College has been promising till today,but very competitive. Sometimes very demanding. But today. I saw what I competed for. A bunch of good ol’ people. Who I sense will turn out to be friends some day.

Diwali is the festival of lights. Lights bring hope, hope brings faith, faith brings chance, chance brings opportunity and opportunity brings success. And today I did experience victory. I met a few people in college roughly 2 months ago. The same talkative, gushy, giggly, friendly people.Were they my prospective new ‘friends’? were they my new ray of hope? Were they the right people? How much did I know about them? Their names? What else? Their school? Their field? But what else? Nothing! But somewhere deep down there was a feeling of comfort, of ease, of peace. A feeling of security. And that is the basic necessity, humans, teenagers require at this point to have a comfortable life in college. Security is basic therapy to heal many wounds and this is being said from an experience of  having lovely school friends.

What had to happen next. We sat together in classes, helped each other in projects, stalked each other on facebook to know better of each other, exchanged phone numbers, began a group chat, started sharing ideas, decided on having a potluck party and ending up knowing 90% of each others life, fears and joys. Wow. I had gone a long way in being social. Just by knowing a persons name and school, we ended up knowing each others fears. I smelt a sense of victory then. I had chosen the right people. The right kind of people. People who had their heads rule over their heart. A group of crazy loving people

Today was fun. Maybe a fantabulouslyepic (I just formed that word because fun was an understatement I realized) day. It started with awkward posing for pictures to a potluck lunch. It then went on to prove how much the course of time makes us trust and believe people. How every human ends up judging a person. How human emotions are attached to belief. How much a person actually cares at times to be in a social group. How everyone actually loves everyone.

I learnt a lesson from every girl today. From one I learnt how to care. From one I learnt how to judge. From one I learnt how to be happy, no matter what. From one I learnt how to live for love. From one I learnt how to hope and from all I learnt how to enjoy a meal.

I might sound like a feminist, but every woman, every female, every girl, knows how to fight for what she believes. For what she wants, for what she loves. Today dressed in Indian traditional wear, I seemed like an Indian girl hoping for the best. Today we ate, laughed, confessed, promised, realized what we are doing, what we want and what we deserve. Our souls spoke. And when souls interact, the conversation is pretty hilarious (virtually).

A great time in all. And this blog just for all my awesome girls.  I hope we become friends one day J
OR ARE WE ALREADY?

THE FRUIT BASKET ;)

Washington apples, fresh green grapes, ratnagiri cha haapus, and mahabaleshwar strawberrys, all laid so pettily in the yellow fruit basket on my dining table.  I finished my lunch after college and had the urge to sleep for a while. A glaring green bunch of grapes seemed like they said “ yeah, I am the best of the lot”, we are the one you will relish the most.” I responded by saying “Maa I want some of the grapes, wash them for me” I ate the first grape and it was unpleasant. The second too and the third as well. And indeed the grapes were sour!

It is often said, a man is known by the company he keeps. Isn’t it strange that it applied in fruit philosophy as well?

The fruit basket looked like all the populace in college to me. The apples- foreigners, the mangoes-spoilt rich brats, the grapes- the oh so cool group, the strawberry’s- a group of stupid blondes, the oranges- the double meaning talkers and the solitary pineapple- a friend.

Pineapples are rare. They are different. They are unique. That is why they are so hard on the outside and so sweet in the inside, just like a friend.

I have a story to share. Readers might feel I have something against grapes, I don’t, I rather like them when they are sweet, but the story will explain why

I was rather intrigued by this group of people in college. They seemed nice, sweet, cheerful decent people. I liked being with them, hanging out with them, being a part of them. But one day they turned sour, bad and mean. We stopped hanging out. now usually passer bys at home, might just pop a few grapes into ones mouth on passing by the fruit basket. Now you will wonder what is the correlation.. Soon after I had, stopped hanging out with them, a few others started hanging out with them., in context. A few others had popped in the sour grapes into their mouth. A few days later, they again felt that the combination of grapes and strawberries doesn’t sound right. And they decided to sour some other people’s mouth

They soured my mouth, when they rotted. Like fruits, with time, wrong people in turn tend to show their true colors, or rather tastes.

The fruit basket taught me lots. It taught me to be with people I know, I love and I am concerned about. Knowing new people is good. It’s great. But trusting them and being vulnerable in their company is not a good idea.

College is indeed a fruit basket, and all fruits don’t taste right, but judging any group of people or person without knowing them is wrong. Its is absolutely unscrupulous. I have learned to love life. to experience and to be strong because of college. It has made me a new person. I am not the open book I was. I am maybe the index now. I am not the school girl now. I am the new college girl. I am a more responsible, priority giver, mentally balanced girl, I am independent of my transportation and my my academic capabalities.

I am a new fruit, my mom got from the market. Because the grapes decayed anyways.

We knew how to walk and run and hop, today we learnt how to march :)

Anna Hazare hum tumhare saath hai, inkalaab zindabaad, and they marched onwards.. The protestants were in full form. Singing patriotic songs and with an uproar of vandey mataram the fergussonians marched on and on. I was indeed earlier rather perturbed to join the rally. I was scared, I was in two minds. I wanted to stand up against corruption, but at the same time, there was this sinking feeling.

I wanted to support this man, who was great. Had qualities of this man, who smiles on every Indian rupee note. Had the will, the courage, the strength to stand up against the government. But was this rally safe. Was I doing the right thing? Did I know what I was doing? I stood still. I was frozen. I saw a 100 fergussonians shouting for justice. For equality. For well-being, and that pulled me into the rally. And there began my experience, a feel good experience

We sat around this triangulated structure, called the Kimaya, listening to few who had initiated the protest in college. They read out the Lokpal bill, tried encouraging us. I understood less. I realized more. I literally went into a flashback. The pictures of the Jailianwala massacre, the Dandi march, Nehru speech, 1857 uprising, Bhgat Singh’s trial all formed a collage in my mind. What I felt was unequivocal. It was so clear to me. It was so powerful that it can’t be expressed. I felt good. I felt I was fighting for the right thing. I dint feel wrong. It all felt so right. I felt like, yes finally I am being the change I want to see. I am doing what this country wants me to do.

Sometime ago a friend of mine said that I just express in words how much i disapprove the government of its horrible tactics but never do anything. Well. Her you are mister. I dint just walk in the rally. I dint just shout. I dint just wave the flag. I did it whole heartedly, and that’s what counts. I did it for the change. I want the Lokpal bill to pass.  And that’s what matters

The experience was boggling. We made charts; we got people to sign on it. We had patience. We sat there in the sun. We supported the country. We behaved like a strong, practical group of protestants. We dint break glasses, we dint light up buses. We went vocal. We actually followed Satyagraha. Yes. We all did. Did everything legally. We actually abided by the constitution. We all joined hands with this man, who has 67,000 bank balance and only 0.07 hectares of land. A man who lives in a small room and appreciates humanity. A man who has created a nationwide uprising

Kudos to the youth today! I am not going to curse the government here. I am talking about the 16-18 year old youth, which has indeed demanded respect for doing the right thing. I am sure, we are going to go on and change the world of politics. We are going to vote right. We are going to include ourselves in worthwhile service. We are going to make this a better place to live in. we are the youth who has the ability to make a change. We have to put it to use. Yes we have awoken. Yes we are fresh. We are young and we are strong. We are smart and we are capable. We are the youths of tomorrow

Jai hind!

Cross ROADS!

Subjective and indescribable is the word of friendship

Its all about people we consider closest

But what happens when, these people walk away and shut the doors of the light coming our way

Friends are those who come and stay and reside in your heart for days so grey

Friends are those who value your smile, your little tears which make your frown

Friends are those who care about you and never  ever give you position 2!

There was once a girl I considered friend, but seems she never valued me then

And now today when I look out and say, this day is so not grey

Those little memories come my way

And then I realize she was never a friend, she was just a person with whom I crossed roads one day

Today is new and tomorrow is bright, I have all new roads to cross once again

I have a smile and I have an aim

I have a good heart and a loads of strength

I miss her too and miss the rest, but what can I do, I better cross before the signal turns red!