The Strenuous Alley!!

Curious to know, to act, strong-minded

She chose the alley with a qualm though determined

“oh! I could have done it” she didn’t want to feel

She gave it a try with all new zeal.

The alley was deep, dark, filled with horror

She lit a lamp to face this terror.

But as all were keen in blowing off the lamp,

Her zeal was slipping off like sand.

All rebelled “don’t sulk, don’t give excuses”

Some pacified, some scared her

Leaving her all the more uneasy

To all this she decides to give no ear.

But the alley never stopped bumping in unfair encounters

Helpless, alone struggling she thinks

“Karma will do its work to such sins”

The continuous depression confuses her

“Why should I bear all this at no fault of mine?”

But was unable to act, revolt or make things right

As she took a lot of time to set herself alright.

Collecting broken pieces of heart, courage and zeal

She wonders how many times she has to appeal

To live and let live with security, love and care

Alone, herself she calms down the flare.

“The road to success is challenging” - she learnt

But fed up of all this she worries about her destination

Doubting the alley would fetch her a fruitful end

She learnt to stand up again after the bend

She knew that things would be tough

But understood the sense of undergoing the pain

And true meaning of DIFFICULTIES

By choosing the journey through this

“Strenuous Alley”

                                             - Dated: 22nd October 2013

The Silent Death

Endless chances he gave

Endless pain just stayed

Years passed by but things just could not change

Living through the silent death everyday..

With a smile on his face

With a pinch of hope

With those tiny step ups

He happily faced those doze

Opening up to a few, after years of silent pain

Brought him to a shocking dismay

As he learnt a few knew but just could not help

“You need to be strong” is all they could say.

He is a fighter

He wants to achieve

Not to those tiny settlements

Giving up to destiny

He is terrific and tries day in and out

But fails many times, when he relives those epochs

So shrewdly those cowards try to ditch him

Wisely knowing he is not going to checkout

As he’s busy building his dreams, struggling in and out

Amidst the pop up of the nasty clasp of their awful deeds

The progressing little fellow crushes down to nil

Unable to focus

Unable to use his immense talent at the need of the hour

As the rest of days are manageable with those lovely workaholic hours

All fed up of behaving all happy to the outside world

Unable to focus back to his aim

He really wonders about his previous life sins

Were they so bad to currently face such grin??

He had learnt he would not get any help from those who knew his pain

He knows some are just ready only with some irrelevant views and stains

Unable to match his dreams, unable to understand his world

He wonders who is the right person to open up

Scrolling down the contact list of his phone

Also not wanting anyone to be disturbed

Too strong to alone pull through the pain

Feeling too cold, wants a little shelter from this rain

Too coward to slit his wrist or hang through the ceiling

Afraid of the huge final death, he doesn’t mind to embrace

The Silent Death simply pulling through day by day.

-         Dated : 30^th April 2016

The Kalaghoda Art Fest 2015

13th February 2015

It's 2018 when I post this on my blog just startled to see how time flies! I still can recollect how 2017 brushed through at the speed of a bullet train, with nothing to recollect disgustingly having done the whole year.
Now, before I begin to blabber about my first Kalaghoda Art Fest which was on 13th February 2015, for those who aren't aware of this, let me tell you -

The Kalaghoda Art Festival is the country's largest multicultural festival to preserve the heritage and art of South Bombay. It is a one week festival with different themes like cinema, dance,food, heritage walks etc for the day at different venue at South Bombay.

The previous night I had been making a birthday greeting for a friend of mine whose birthday falls on 14th Feb :) I had a sleepless night worrying about the chores as my mother was out of town. The day began with me bumping into my classmates at the college railway concession queue and few more at the notice board where our semester V marks were put up. Luckily, happy ones they were! I met my friend with whom I was supposed to go. We hogged at the canteen, discussed a few career ideas and then we left as her friend joined us at the college gate. We walked to Kalaghoda where I first saw our university office and the High court closely .

We clicked loads and loads of pics. I tried to pout and horribly failed at it. I finally tried to pose like usually how girls do! I like natural clicks and I am definitely not photogenic if asked to pose. Guys usually dislike the too much of the photo-posing thingy done by girls but her friend seemed fine and was very patient with us.

The stalls were amazing but too expensive for students without internships and pocket money like us.

I tried to capture all possible idols, art work- anything and everything at display. The entrance had a theme Amchi Mumbai- Pearl Academy followed by Paintings and a Swachh Bharat Abhiyan Model made of dustbins. Next to it was a crow idol-"Ek Hota Kau"

         

We then rushed towards the 9xM Jalwa car to get a click before it got too crowded. I held the poster with the dialogue "Goli Maar Bheje Mein" , my friend of "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai Tum Nahi Samjhoge" and her friend of  "Dosti Ki Hai Toh Nibhani Toh Padegi"

Later, we saw the classical dance idols, the Vertical Mayhem and amazing paintings of the fast life of Mumbai-Local train and traffic.

The Vertical Mayhem

Vertical Mayhem (Information at display): Mumbai has always had her charm. Apart from carrying the economic weight, she is truly the melting pot of the country. Cultures, languages, food, people,architecture, music, art, commerce and industry have collided in chaos to create this metropolis. Mumbai is deep rooted with her history, she still remains the hub for pop culture and stands as a reflection of India. From her Victorian-Gothic architecture to her giant glass buildings that touch the clouds, her beauty and charm is collective of her paradox. The absolute beauty and chaos that makes Mumbai is a marvel and an inspiration.
The mayhem of the trains, roads and skyscrapers are contradiction to her people,art,culture, architecture, history and sunsets. In a city that never sleeps her vertical spectacle shimmers in the sunlight and lights up the night. There is always something exciting to experience, to touch, to see, to feel and take in. Mumbai is constantly evolving and through her change she has nurtured one of her most spectacular elements- her window panes. From her heritage windows to her metal sliding panes, she tells a different story from every view.

Grew Up

The sand kept slipping down the sand clock

Too slow to notice the sinking

Destiny and Time, Oh good play-masters!

Tricked one and all very much sneakily

People changed and left but not those things,

Attachment towards relations shifted towards materiality

When “Oh my, he’s just so bad” turned to “Oh, I never knew his story!”

Yes it’s then we learnt that we grew up.

When the complaining tantrums of the little girl

Turned to the silent crying routine at nights

When the silent suffering was peaceful than the “fighting for justice” drama
When adjustments felt more comfortable than expressing pain and trauma

Yes it’s then we learnt that she grew up

When procrastination was all cool

When surfing through options were just okay

Suddenly when the reality slaps the ticking clock

Yes it’s then we learnt that we grew up

When the mischievous pranks of the gang were patented only by him
When maturity seeped in too deep turning him inert and still
When the fragile drama queen stepped into the shoes of responsibilities
Yes it's then we learnt that they grew up

When no more could we afford the extra sleep

When no more we could be all bubbly and sweet

When no more we could rely on others..

Oh my…. Managing things all alone, Yes it’s then we learnt that we finally grew up.

                                                                                                  - dated 22nd April 2016

The Waning Soul

                                    

The Waning Soul

Speedy time and the pitiless world

Feeble body combating depression

Rude behaviors and bullies around

The unwanted feeling seeping in too strong

Unable to let go, unable to move on

Stuck in a heap of clouds of doubts

Failure to execute all favored plans

A waning soul is all lost once again

Shrinked family, five deceased in a tragedy

The one who means everything, begins messing up things

Whether in greed or a mental strike

Pushing the waning soul all the more abandoned

People turning callous out of their overwhelming stress

Time begins to tease all those build-up attempts

Developing philophobia and falling in love with being lost

A waning soul is hopelessly once again lost

Years passed by, people began to leave

Attempts every time turned out worthless

Just a person left to be called a family, shows signs of farewell

The waning soul breaks down all over again

Once who was strong, determined to achieve

Smart enough to handle problems and turn failures to success

Just could not realize the game played by destiny

Suddenly a happy one turned out to be waning

Finances, Career, Family and life

Just slipped off in the middle of no-where

A busy soul over burdened with many roles to be played

Just could not realize itself waning into the depression swamp

What is gone is gone; be it time, people or opportunities

What comes next is a surprise for all

Oh my dear waning soul, keep heart!

However good or bad situations are

For none are going to be permanent

Do not underestimate your tiny leftover power

Stop wandering and bring back your waning soul with all your might

I am sure next is going to be a pleasant surprise

Don’t drown in, just begin the happy attempts although like a tortoise! 

What people think is none of your business, oh dearie

You should know that we all are proud of you

For others have not walked in your shoes

And success is not always measured materially

It is easy to advice but I truly believe only YOU can do this

Oh common you are not depressed 

Soon those days would turn up

Where once a waning soul who was terribly lost is found and blossoms again

-         Dated 31^st December 2015

Childhood Days

      
Awaited by all, pampered and loved

Everyone lives those days most beautiful of all

The little fights and amity which we always adored

The mastermind of pranks with the heads held all proud

The fun with friends and the love of a mom

The nurturing by teachers, the second parents for all

Daddy’s care, love, guidance and help

Embrace of grandparents, the safest place to dwell

No worries, No grudge, No responsibilities

No negativity, No stress, setting minds all free

Those golden days of School and play

Everything blissful, happy and glee

The Heaven on Earth with clean hearts everywhere

The innocence and love, delight and care

Wish Situations, days, people and attitudes

Would stay forever like those in childhood

If nothing would have changed

Those same hearts, attitude and care

Those heavenly childhood days

Could have been lived lifelong without any flare.

                               Dated : 9^th December 2013

Swingee Beloved

Twenty years of togetherness, you cared like a mother          

Swaying curled inside you, was the best embrace ever!

The only spot I used whenever I was in the dining room

Ninety per cent of my time in the house was dedicated only to you!

From dreaming the wildest of dreams, to killing loneliness

From crying my heart out, to building in deep thoughts

Coming back from school/class/college/office, only you could kill the fatigue

You were the best air conditioner in Mumbai’s scorching heat

Music, chat, drinking coffee and the “ME –times” were spent on you

How wonderful it was in swaying to and fro just along with you

You made me the stunt master of my childhood days,

No waiting for the turn in the gardens, thus all my friends envied me for having you with me forever and ever 

I cannot imagine my life without you dear Swingee

Just cannot live without oscillations!

Just as life and tides go through Ups and downs,

My days cannot go without swaying to and fro 

I knew you had to go one day

But never knew it would turn out this way!

Such love and care you have reciprocated to me

You challenged the gravity all the way!

I knew you were broken but I would continue to sit on you

I knew I would fall one day but what broke down wasn’t you

We fell down slowly and the broken iron chain rushed down

The speed and the impact wasn’t matching, for all your care and love

The way it hit me should have rushed me to the hospital

A few minutes of shock and numbness of this awful disaster

Later made me realise I was all well and fine

With a little pain on my forehead, arm and leg just for a little while

But most of the pain oh dear swingee was left inside my heart

Your absence the next day wasn’t remembered by me

So used to routine, I couldn’t start my day with you

Countless times that day I’ve been dejected by that empty spot, simply missing you 

Who would be my best friend now? Who would give me a magic hug?

Who is going to swing along in my happy times? Who is going to comfort me after all?

A new physical swing could come but never ever it can take your place

Oh swingee beloved Rest in peace, I love you and miss you always and always

                                                    - R.I.P 14th September 2015