Saturday, January 29, 2011

Fisherboy who betrayed Mermaid : 'The Close Up "Fire-Freeze" Challenge - what's your story?'

Have you ever had an unforgettably magical moment when you felt two strongly opposite emotions? Love/Hate? Elation/Sadness? Anger/Sympathy? . The following story is for a contest sponsered by
Close Up with collaboration from Indiblogger 'The Close Up "Fire-Freeze" Challenge - what's your story?'


It was early morning in winter. He was still dreaming the same dream, when mother's continuous call wake him up. In the dream, the girl was again there, the one whom he saw once when his boat was capsized in the sea storm and he was drowned in the violent waters. Though his mother says God saved him, he believed that  girl saved him from drowning and pulled him out from water to shore .  Sometimes  when he went  for a swim he got feeling that she was swimming with him. In the sea, when he sailed  alone in his boat, sometimes he could hear her whispers. He has not told about this to his mother .  But after that escape from death, he has found a reason for living , of thinking about her. Though existence of her seems as fragile  as it can be , it is a worth a reason for him to live for


He took mother's blessings and started his journey to the sea . There was nothing left to eat in house. Since last one week sea has been unkind to him. And being a novice in this job made the matter worse. He is a young boy who has donned the role of fisherman since his father was lost to the sea.


Today he has to find good catch of fishes so that his mother and two younger brothers do not have to go hungry again. It has been two days since they had anything to eat. He made a silent promise not to return from sea till he finds something

He started into the sea. Morning wind was helping his boat to sail smoothly over the waves. It seemed sea is helping him in his quest. But when noon arrived, and he has not found anything even a single crab in his net , frustration turned into anger. He started to sail further into the sea , to place where he has never gone before.

The hot sun overhead started to take toll on his body. And the empty stomach made him cry in pain. And before he knew, he passed out on the boat.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his boat . And someone was sitting beside him. Her dark hairs creating a pleasant shade on his face. He sat up startled and found the same girl sitting beside him. She was a mermaid , half human , half fish.

He started to speak. But was unable to utter anything. He wanted to thank her for saving him twice and how he remembers her every single moment in his life. She wanted to tell that she was not just saving him, she was saving herself as they are part of same soul. Not a single word were spoken. But by some magic they can listen what other one wanted to tell. The silence, the sea, the setting sun were all testimony to the emotion called love they felt for each other.

It was already late afternoon. Sun has already started downward movement in the horizon. He has to return home. But he has nothing to take back from sea. She knew that and that is why she has not disappeared in sea like last time when she saved him.

She took the oar in his hand and started to guide the boat towards shore. He was crying. A helpless human caught in between webs of love and betrayal. The encumbering responsibility towards his family weighing him down to act as traitor to its own heart.

In the evening when the boat reached shore, his heart has already become numb from the confusing emotions.

The mermaid became a part of state zoo attracting thousand visitors from all over places. And the fisherboy lived as a rich man with a empty heart for rest of his life, which was not long, with nothing to lose, nothing to win.

Both of them died in a single night. One part of soul died with rejoice of sacrifice and the other with regret of betrayal of life.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Sea remind me of certain She

Every time I go near a Sea, it reminds of a certain She
Unknowingly known , knowingly unknown to me
When I watch a distant sail till it is out of my sight
It remind me of my lost paradise

When , in the morning , I see the waves come & touch the shore
It remind me words of her
She who likes to tell so many stories
but never she tells who she really is

In the afternoon , when I drive by the waves dancing in breeze
All that remind me of her happy laughter
which not only make the present moments lucky
but shall remain in memory for sweet hereafter

When I go and visit the silent sea in evening
It remind me of her sad black eyes
When she is sad , her eyes filled with tears
seems like sea who is lonely for years

Sometimes in the night , I watch moonlight kissing the beautiful sea
It remind me of our relationship, of paradox of near and far
Like moonlight touches the sea and yet so far from it as two souls can be
I just seem to know her but can never understand the real she

Years has gone by & few remaining to go
but all those moments seem to remain forever
After long I have gone & lost in the debris of God
All the seas of this universe will remind me of her

Saturday, January 15, 2011

INCEPTION : A LOVE STORY

There was a Idea called love , It seemed as a  panacea for all the troubles I had
But that idea itself was too dangerous
It had two extremes , either to cure or destroy the soul

The only one who can incept the Idea was God
I made a choice though I wasn't sure
To be in love and not to be lonely anymore



And so it began , the line statrted to fade between reality and a dream
She was the dreamer and told to be in love with me
I accept the invitation to be a mark and sail down the stream

She held my hand and guided me to light
For the first time in my damp heart , I felt so bright
And there was that her beautiful smile , like a morning star in my dark life

But all that was not as it seemed , God was not that great architect as he claimed
Love was a diffcult idea to incept , in a soul like me too depraved
Time and again , I was cornered by my guilt and dream layers got maimed

In search of truth , I created thousand lies
She has to go , as dreams strated to break
She asked me for leap of faith , which I did not take

Trapped in limbo , I din't know what is real
I lost my totem in the confusing labyrinth
Now I keep searching for my totem as a man who is not yet awake

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Name of the game is Blame

Today afternoon, I was watching 'Raging Bull' (Robert De Niro starrer). Towards the end of the movie, sitting in front of a mirror, he delivers the famous dialogue of ' I could have been a contender '. (The dialogue made famous by Marlono Brando, in the movie ‘on the waterfront’) . The following is for those could have beens




I was neither intelligent nor brave enough.
But I had my own dream which I thought will set me apart.

I went to school then to some college. Everywhere there was a race
I didn’t think much and started to run and got into the mess

When my parents asked why I came last, I stated blaming those who came first

I forgot my dream and started searching for a job
And in the way, lost in touch with those things I loved

When friends asked me why I am not in touch, I told they are to be blamed

I started working and earned some money.
But I was lost in the way and life didn’t seem to be funny

I started blaming parents to made me a runny

I fell in love with a girl and thought peace came to stay
But when she asked for commitment, I gave her away

I blamed the break up on her as if she did not mean what she says

I was not good at work nor wanted to learn
People got ahead of me and I was again standing with the rest

This time I blamed it on my boss to have not eyes for the best

When no one left for blaming, I got married
I put all my troubles on her head and we had our fights

I stated blaming the person who I called my wife

We had our children and they grew up too soon
And I told them to run the those races which I used to run

And I blamed them for their failure as they could not won

Now when in the end, I lie in my bed, old and worn
‘Could have been’ thoughts keep coming to mind too often

And I blame gods for my lost situation

I could have been a contender. I could have had class.
I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am

But baby, name of the game is blame and I played it well till last

Monday, January 3, 2011

Black Pawn who loved White Queen

I always am fascinated by those pawn pieces in the black & white in the game of chess.
They stand guard at the beginning to 8 celebrity pieces. But unlike those celebrity pieces,
they cannot move freely. Only way is the way ahead. Either to death or insignificance.


The following is dedicated to those pawns waiting for their salvation



I was standing there alone among my seven brothers; looking straight into eyes of those facing us. Anticipating my chance to kill & get killed, waiting for that adrenalin rush
All was quiet on both northen and southern front

In those few silent moments,I was thinking about the sheer futility of my action
Of the many deaths I have died before and those fights I thought to have won
I was thinking about my maker, His purpose behind my creation

The game began, I was untouched , unchallenged , standing there without a reason
With passing moments, friends & enemies started falling alike under the luring death
Then I was pushed steps closer to my salvation

There came the white queen with radiance of thousand suns ,
moving like a river with some uncontrolled emotion
With her arrival,  my mind was cleared  of all the confusion

I was blinded by her beauty and amazed by lucidity of motion
She was defending her King, her love and the reason of her life
She gave me the purpose , of my love for her and my eventual destruction

I was put in front my king .The black bishop was waiting in the corner to assassinate the white queen
I could have told her.
But I don’t know which tempted me more, my duty or death by love of my life, the beautiful amazon.

May be she know that my death is trap to finish her.
But she came anyway, to take someone before she goes down
Perhaps it was our destiny; mine to betray her, and her to kill me without any condition or complication

She put her sword in my heart.  I did not feel any pain , the tears are of pure joy
I fell down without a noise. Then came her turn for departure
The last thing I saw, She was bidding farewell to life with amazing grace

I was the black pawn who loved a White queen

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Early Morning Musings and a happy new year

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU. MAY THE REST OF YOUR LIFE BE THE  BEST OF YOUR LIFE.

4 hours already over , when we said goodbye to the year 2010. From the last two hours of 2010 to initial half an hour of 2011,  I was dancing with a crushed toe. Next three hours, I was discussing friends about management policy of the company , though we are not the ones who made it

Did we achieve something . NO

Was it worth it. YES , Every f*** of it.

Only thing I understood that living one life with certain conditions and constraints , it is impossible to understand the problems and promises of another life limited by certain other conditions and constraints

No matter how mature we claim to be , we will never understand  another person completely.

I know , I am sounding bit philosophical. But in the morning 4 o clock of 1 st day of new year , only
thing that I  have left wth is my broken philosophies. Even my water bottle is empty.

Yesterday evening when I was coming back from office I saw daily labourers in work , I saw a mad
woman crossing the road without any care about the traffic , and later in the evening I  watched the
guitarist in the show playing guitar without any concern for new year or unruly audiences ,
and a singer singing when all the audience have left. And I understood  that there is nothing special
about new year for them. And I realised the same applies to all of us. It is same as  the old year .

Only thing , we have one less year to live.I don't konw whether the fact is matter of regret or rejoice.

I ran out my vocabulary to write something more about philosophy . So it is time for giving thanks.

Thanks to all the people who have made differences in my life  for all these years , my parents ,
my sisters , relatives , friends , colleagues , bosses and those unknown persons to whom I am
connected consciously or unconsciously.

I want to thank my bike and laptop to be able to survive me for one more year, You guys rock

Above all, I want to thank God for forgiving me ( I think He has forgiven as I am still here) though I sometimes ate non vegeterian food in auspicious days.

I ran out of vocabulary for giving thanks also. That's it. Live more and love more