"A break from us" When Rachel said this to Ross I totally broke.. Well this post isn't about Ross and Rachel's love story, it is about me taking a break. I won't say that I'm putting my pen down as a writer's pen never stops. It's just - Instead of writing stories, I'll be solving differential equations. Instead of making rhymes, I'll be constructing graphs. Instead of thinking about the rhyme schemes, I'll be thinking about codes running behind a programme. And Instead of finding grammatical errors, I'll be looking at errors in a company's cashflow statement.
I don't remember when this science student started talking stuffs about commerce but I do know that knowledge about every field is really important.(that's what I say to cover up) And for now it's a need. So, I'll be giving "ALL OF ME" into it. I'll either come out achieving something or learning something..
For this period of inactivity, I'll be like a kid leaving the royal delicious food of beautiful rhymes and seasoned with colourful (and sometimes dull) pictures and have to swallow the uninteresting, stale and improperly cooked food of all those uninteresting books without any vivid colour. (I imagine myself like Rajpal Yadav in movie "Chup Chup ke" saying - "Itna mazboot aur tikau khaana khaane ki aadat nhi hai")
I am used to leave stealthily like a cat and also return back cutely expecting to be accepted. But this time I don't know why I felt like sharing this with all of you. I guess I have found a family here and a family needs to know where its family members are.
So, pardon me for hibernating but this elf would come back with new stories and posts.
(P.S. - This post will also serve as a cushion, if mirakee catches me cheating on her by spending time on some other app. Just like Ross I will be able to say "We were on a BREAK" )
It's a story of a village. THE VILLAGE OF PLANTS. For many years, there has been a havoc created by beasts with superior powers. These beasts occupy the highest position in most food chain and we call them - HUMANS.
Every year, during the time of spring, whole village is adorned by the colourful exuberance of young flowers. When the village is grooving in merriment on beats of vivid hues, When the young flowers are radiating zeal in the form of fragrance in the village, When their presence has made the whole village look joyous and full of life, It's when these ROBBERS come and loot the plants and take away all the young children, separating them from their mother plants. In the attempt to save their kids, the mother plants even tried cursing them, fought by piercing a thorn or two into the beast's skin. But all their efforts went into the vain as they can't go far away from their home where other saplings are sleeping in the cot of earth. Earth to which the whole village is anchored.
The village has been robbed-off from the vigour, the enthusiasm, the exuberance and now it looks so lethargic, monotonous and devoid of hues of those young flowers.
It happens every year. Every year many mother plants would give birth to buds, Nourish them with lots of love and care. These little buds grow up to be lovely and lively young flowers . And at that time, the robbers would come and snatch the kids from their mother's lap. You can never know her grief, her pain.
A mother came forward, sobbing and wiping off her tears she said, "I don't know what was my child's fault. Why and where was he taken away from me? I need to know the answer." A flower, who isn't that much pretty (and that's why fortunate too), replied, "All our brothers and sisters are taken away and are sold in some place they call MARKET. No one has ever returned from there. People give a paper on which something special is printed. A paper which is also made from parts of our family members. And in return they take away the young flowers, put them in their shelves and when they've sucked all the fragrance from them, throw them away and our flowers lie lifelessly somewhere in the concrete jungle."
A small bud, who has just lost his elder brother, asked, "Am I gonna go to the same place? Am I going to meet my brother soon?"
An old plant, who is at the verge of senescence, proclaimed in his old-grumpy voice, "All your young kids are going to meet the same end. It is all plotted. This garden, we, everything has been planned by the vicious beast just to serve his purpose."
After few moments of dreadful silence a mother exclaimed with sorrow, "So, there's nothing we can do!!???" Then out of the crowd a cracking voice of a flower, who is in his late teens said, "There's an idea. What if we declare FOREVER AUTUMN?" After hearing the whispers and murmurs the teenager further said, "If you all are worrying about us, then please don't. We have to give our lives anyway. So, it's better to give it for a noble cause of saving the lives of our future families than exchanging it with a piece of paper." Everyone was looking at him proudly and with a stone on their chest, the decision was made. All plants started wilting their leaves. The teens sacrificed their lives like soldiers do for their country. The garden now looks dull with no leaves on the plants. The fallen leaves have created a hiding tent for the tiny saplings to make them unnoticeable. The robbers came and was astonished to find the plants bare even at the time of spring. Not even a single leaf on it. They visited the garden for few more times but when they realised that the leaves are not gonna come back, they did what they are good at - abandoned the garden and moved somewhere else.
The idea of that young kid became successful. It's the time when small twigs reappeared on the branches and with a hope to live longer this time. Once again, the mother plant gave birth to beautiful buds and once again there were vivid hues all over the garden. Once again they started dancing on the beats of the radiant colours. But this time there's something different. Now the garden is surrounded by long trees and a forest grew around it with some equally ferocious beast safeguarding the garden from HUMANS. Harbouring it from their intervention. Now the flowers will remain attached to their home. To the mother plant
Tied up shoelaces, Pulled up my socks, Woke long before the sun could peep out from the horizon. Took out my bat and was doing everything silently as I don't want anyone else to wake up. Then suddenly your friends start yelling your name (even after knowing that you are awake). So loudly that everyone in your neighbourhood would wake up and curse you and your friends.
How crazy we were then??!! I am thinking now. When others were enjoying their sleep in winter vacation, we, on the other hand, had sacrificed the warmth of our quilt and reached our playground at dawn and piled up those 9 bricks (our wicket) on our favourite pitch. We never missed a chance to play cricket. I remember making the excuses of first ball being a try ball or the ball was too fast after getting out. I remember switching from a "Cosco" ball, to "Mark" or "Vicky" and then later to "Flash".(I wonder why it was called Flash but I do know it went like a flash when hit by a slight swing of the bat). Even being short statured, I wasn't afraid of the bouncers thrown at me which was really easy for the bowlers.. We didn't think of ourselves less than Sachin. And then the craze for that HELICOPTER SHOT. I remember all of us tried hitting the ball out of the park on every other delivery and surprisingly, 8 out of 10 times, the ball reached its destined place - Wicket of course (We weren't Dhoni). Meanwhile bowlers were thinking they had got some supernatural powers.
The most amazing and memorable thing that I remember about playing cricket is when our ball used to get lost in the bushes. At first, only the fielders used to start the treasure hunt, then the bowler and wicket- keeper, then the players of the other team who were enjoying in our so called "PAVILION" and when they couldn't find it either then the royal batsman and runner had to leave the pitch and as a reward for hitting such a massive six, we were bestowed with the prize of entering the bushes and help them finding the ball. Actually the batsman had to come as he got worried. (as if a mother lost her child). Thrilled by the mere thought of not getting enough batting. Jumping and running back to our places after finding the ball (sometimes found someone else's too)
Ahh!! A lot has changed during this time. Cricket, now-a-days, is as easy as swiping your finger left or right for that Off-cut and that on-drive. Ooo!! And for fun they have even added a meter for the speed of bowling and angle for the swing.
I feel like, today, the ball is actually lost in the bushes. I won't blame the ball for that. I'll rather put the blame on bushes. Bushes have grown taller with time. The "GRASS" of assignments and tests in school. "SHRUBS" of choice between Sciences, Commerce and Humanities. Tall "BUSHES" of chase for a good career all these have made that ball hard to find. The ball is lost somwhere beyond our reach.
I thought all this while I was passing by our old playground. And a great thing happened - I found my childhood in the bushes - a ball. Picked it up, tossed and turned and twirled it in the air(which we love doing whenever we get a cricket ball in our hand). I won't lie about it but at first I thought of taking the ball with me to my home. But finally I placed the ball where I found it but not in the deep bushes expecting someone will come and find this ball easily. The ball is meant to be played with. It won't look nice lying still in my shelf.
(P.S. - I mentioned "passing by" the playground.If I'll tell you that I actually went there just to see it then some Chandler Bing would say - "You got way too much free time" )
A blend of science and literature(I love doing that).. Used the word given yesterday and the poetic style given today... Kept the background of font white so that it appears a little blurry and all of you can see through the eyes of a person in tears.
Kimo : - A poem with 3 lines and with syllables 10:7:6 respectively in each line.
Tears shining like tiny prisms, dispersing her white soul into spectrum of vivid emotions.
As I say goodbye to 2018, I look back at the most memorable moments that I spent here on mirakee. I see a clueless kid, wandering here and there, being discarded by the society as he was declared unfit by their norms. Meandering when he stumbled into a street called MIRAKEE. A street in which many people have already made their homes. Some eminent writers and some kids like me living under the shelter given by mirakee. I was poorly nourished but here I was being fed by the most nutritious food called - WORDS.
This year was full of strangers who invaded into my life and now they all have become an inseparable part of it. Invasion is a little harsh so I'm adding an adjective to it - SWEET INVASION. Unlike the conventional pirates, these pirates helped me to rob some memories out of my past and taught me how to represent it to the world.
Making the list of these pirates the first one, the captain, is @pocketsmile (Riya) A teacher, a close friend, a motivator And also One of those eminent writers. Whenever I write something for her, I feel like I don't have enough words. If you all will say an year is a book of 365 pages then, in the book of 2018 there won't be any page in which her name isn't mentioned. She's one of her kind. ❤
@soulwriter He's like the person who has held and is still holding a ray of hope in his hand to illuminate the dark paths and supporting us like no one else did. I don't know why but I compared the situation we are in, with a stage in a relationship when two people are having a cold war but they still care for each other. Just like this, he'll be like "I won't talk to you but still I'll always like all your posts" No offence, it's just an hypothetical joke to lighten up the mood. But Jokes apart, I feel he's the nicest guy on mirakee...
@introverted_voices My younger brother here. Mirakee has blessed me with a younger brother. I can never forget all his comments written from the core of his heart like he always says. Among all the comments that make me smile, his comments will always be the ones that make me smile widely. He's a gem of a person and his writings deserve a lot more appreciation.
My elder brother @pratyush_ His words are not less than blessings for me and at the same time how he supports me is truly inspiring. He is one of those who inspires me to write more and more. And his writings, his writings have a level of maturity which I always love to read and admire.
A beautiful soul @beautywithinyou Her username itself describes her. Beauty is really within her. The Beauty of words. The Beauty of emotions. The Beauty of rhyme too. She is so down to earth and that's the thing which I like about her the most.
@debashankarprasadpati A friend, a supporter, A constant in this variable world. He's the one who has always given a like and a repost on every new post of mine. It might be a small act for someone but, it may mean a lot to someone else. His likes and reposts mean a lot to me.
@beyond_the_blue A girl so full of life and so enthusiastic that whenever I read her comments, my energy level rises to the maximum. After writing a post, I wait for her to comment because I know it'll surely make my day. I would like to give a special thanks to her for making me smile through her sweet comments and for encouraging me to write more.
@aishca For understanding every emotion of my post and also sharing all her emotions through her posts too. For admiring my work and taking the time reading each post by indulging in them. I am really grateful to you and glad that I met a great person like you on mirakee.
@meghana27 She is really out of this world. Her level of imagination is beyond my scope of thinking. I'm truly a fan of her series #MarthasCraftedSuicide She's one of the best pirate in my list of pirates And I can never how she addresses me "Matey", "bud", "buddy" These words will remain in my brain always.
#writersnetwork For reposting the post which literally changed my life and thinking too. It came when I was going to give up. When I was thinking that maybe I haven't achieved the threshold to be a good writer yet. For providing that clueless kid a right path and a shelter where he can nourish his imaginations and creativity. Thank you so much for your support too. ❤
@sagarika_writes She influenced me in a totally different way. Her writings, which in fact, are her life experiences taught me a lot. Taught me how to stand up straight even when your body isn't allowing you to do so. Her writings in mirakee are the most impactful for me. #EachtimeItsnows is a series of writing which gave me a new perspective to look at the colours in this world. Changed my perception and encouraged me when I couldn't find motivation from any source. Thanks to her that she wrote and shared all her experiences and changed the lives of people like me.
So, at last, As I say goodbye to 2018, I remember the most memorable moments spent here on mirakee with all these lovely people that now I wish, at the end of each year, I could say goodbye like this and show my gratitude to all these people every year. I wish that these people will enlighten all the upcoming years for me.
Collaboration with my dearest friend & a tremendous writer in this writing paradise... @rayaan ❤ Thankful to @mirakee for giving me an opportunity to meet with such wonderful person, inspiration, friend, guide & mind-blowing writer... @writersnetwork
AM I FALLING AGAIN?
It's a quarter to midnight, and no message has been heard. This has got the best of us, Is this what I deserve?
We'll argue, we'll fight, sometimes we will cry. No matter the opposing words, I am by your side. Hand in hand, is it this bad? I'm falling for you, am I going mad?
Past mistakes make me forsake. Caught first glimpse of your grace. The devil in disquise without the lies, She, a fallen angel in my eyes.
Hey Thankyou for liking my posts and writing such beautiful thoughts of yours. P.S.- Everyone here is your friend.. Do let me know if you're going with a problem will always be there to lend you a hand ❤.