You have CHANGED !!!!!

“You are not the same anymore. You have CHANGED !!!!!”

Men and Women, the two most contradicting creation of Nature .Their co-existence is the most complex equation, still unsolved. The equation is more complex when they fall in love and settle for a lifetime commitment.

The beginning of every love story is bliss. As the relationship grows expectations get appended and that's when the understanding is tested. A female at most times expects her male counterpart to continue the mushy love lifelong which is kind of absurd. Even though they know but still they expect. This becomes difficult for the male to continue. May be because men strongly believe in changes being inevitable which is more practical and women find it unmanageable to step out of their fairyland. Or maybe once men get a sense of security from their female counterpart they find it highly expensive to pamper them. Or may be women find it hard to come out of their cuddling love and accept the more matured one.  May be there is nothing abnormal in this situation and Nature has pre-decided this phenomena to follow. This foxing question remains unanswered since ages. May be Adam and Eve would be able to answer this. But every love story at some point of time definitely hears this argumentative question , “You are not the same anymore. You have CHANGED !!!!!” . Remember !

When they say you are in LOVE ..........

When the adrenaline rushes through all nerves in your body the moment you see him / her…. then be assured that you have been recently gunned down without your knowledge. That’s when you feel the first breeze of romance, the first spell of LOVE.

Yes, LOVE , the larger than LIFE phenomena that touches you , me and everyone atleast once in a lifetime. LOVE is an eternal blessing, a divine gift. There can be nothing more peaceful than enjoying the feeling of LOVE. The feeling is not just wonderful but enchanting. The spell of being beautiful and feeling the same is cast on you. You are guided by your emotions like they have dethroned you and taken charge of your SELF. You are lost in your daily familiar surroundings. There seems to be a famine of words when you wish to speak to him / her. A second’s wait seems to be longer than a decade just for a glimpse of him / her.Your enchanted self loiters in the lanes of romance.

Dare to get soaked in LOVE !

L.I.F.E .....

Life … the unfathomable , inexplicable attribute of each individual. Saying it as “attribute” would belittle it’s essence. It’s an ineffable phenomena. It’s mysterious, it’s enchanting, and more importantly it’s unpredictable. Sometimes it’s a melody, some other times a comedy of errors and often it’s a pandemonium.

From the imagination of a beautiful mind Life is an intoxicating beauty, an invincible valour, a blithe spirit which is eternal. On the flip side for a malignant mind Life is an obnoxious ugliness, an inevitable loser, a deciduous feeling which is persistent. But can anyone define Life. Is that possible ? I believe the definition is relative and not absolute. And that’s the very reason for the myriad explanations about Life….. Life can be miserly altruistic, cruelly kind, pathetically beautiful or scantily affluent.

Life for me is not bound by the limits of past, present and future. It extends beyond time, free from the x, y, z dimensions hence its undecipherable.

The Code of Life is hence difficult to Decode.

The Lexical Brave-hearts

( I Object ....!!!!!)

"Touche" , the latest most fascinating word of one of my friends and the agog with which she awaits to use it in an argument takes me by surprise . Yes , Argument, the most easiest , entertaining , action packed event where you witness the war of words, the clash of wits, clink of acumen and there she gets her dream chance  to acknowledge her opponent and say ...."Touche"...........

We , the young guns , the high spirited generation flooded with adrenaline are ready on our toes anytime for a "Verbal Mahabharat", where the only weapon is being lexically accoutred and having those larynx cleared. But often on contemplating I am bemused to find most of such arguments futile. Sitting in our cosy corners, sipping a "cutting chai" and relishing hot spicy "pakodas" we moot over any topic, volley of statements from every participant even with minimal knowledge about the same. So is this just for personal entertainment and those smirks or are we really soulfully concerned about the topics. Sometimes as political analyst, some other times aa sports critic and again some other times as social activist myriad roles we play in that same arena of argument.

Satiating our idiosyncrasies and hence feeling triumphant, we often escape the moral and social responsibilities efficaciously with a witty argument, the latest cudgel. But how many of the new world...."Lexical Bravehearts"....would transform their ideals into actions? The answer is quick and unanimous, NONE. So why argue on sensitive issue, when we just want to consume our "chai sipping" and "pakoda eating" time with live entertainment. But this is disappointingly disheartening and sometimes even more disgusting when a missed call or a sudden idea of partying is enough to empty our "verbal cartridges".

Basically we are turning socially and morally impaired. We scream, we shout, we snivel but when it's time to shoulder responsibilities we throw excuses to elude. But those not in this bandwagon they may be the torchbearers for the rest.......!!!!!!

Maiden Innings

(When sealed lips are your best aegis...!!! )

The jubilation after getting through the entrance exams just begins to inebriate. Suddenly the nightmare of their maiden innings in the engineering college perturbs their exhilaration.

Nightmare of their own shirts strangling them, their own attire attacking haunts them. Nightmare of deadly encounters with techno seniors sucks the sleep from their eyes. The mollycoddled babies have just hatched from their shells to face the bare realities. Yet beings the incessant tug of war with themselves to acclimatize with their new ambiance  They move around silently and gingerly with apprehensions of a brush with the peril, the SENIORS. The ants follow their line reaching from one destination to the other, each a solace for the other.

If you still haven’t surmised what am I talking about, then let me be a bit more explicit. It’s about the first few months of the first year of engineering life when zest and zeal is brim-over yet the fearful knot in the throat hinders them from using their larynx. Those days of terror and horrified experiences later prove to be cherished nostalgic reminisce of the new beginning.