Boredom and Liquid Sunshines

A quite pondering thought, if there are a plenitude things left to do in this world why are people bored with ease???
I stand still,go blank and stare at darkness,I shamefully agree to the fact that I am one of those kind too,I often say"I am bored now,I don't know what to do!".
I also belong to the elite category of  humans  who can handle multiple tasks at a time with equal attention and succeed in not many of them,life is not bad that way!Things and people can disinterest me in seconds,if they please me hell care about the rest! I talk aloud with myself,I can sing songs until my ears ask me to shut up[Can anyone define this wierd psychiatric illness?].There is something wrong with my system,I muse over this thought only to realize,boredom is when you want to rest, when you think you have worked enough, like adding a brick to the Great Wall of China or studying Embryology for eight hours a stretch!

A not so happening Monday evening,I look out of the window,I can see the winds carry sand on the road and move in all directions,nothing holds them.I stare at them and am back into those mood pause again,my thoughts reel and nothing holds them either.

I think of the rain,I can hear it coming!I decide to go out for a walk.Mom gives a cautionary note.Expected.I cross the buildings,I reach the trees,I can hear the funny barbet going 'kuttttrrrrr kutttttr',I feel the breeze,I can smell the mud,I can hear the rain coming!Eyes closed,I breath deep and my heart feels light,tiny drops fall from the sky,I catch them.I turn and look at the road towards home.I don't want to go back.I am happier here,and for a rhinitis caught along with the drizzle drops,there is always a Dcold!

"The best remedy for those who are afraid,lonely or unhappy is to go outside,somewhere they can be quiet alone with heavens,nature or God.Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be,and God wishes to see all people happy,amidst the simple beauty of nature." -Anne Frank.


[PS: Bangalore is a lovely place when it rains!!!]


regards
Raksha Bhat

aMEN...

Women here..Women there..Women everywhere!!!


X vs Y ...
Since ages the battle is on...
Recently the Women's Reservation Bill was passed in the Parliament,a whopping 33 percent of seats reserved for the ladies,now they have the rights in the house out of their houses!Well,well some dead politicians wife,daughter or daughter in law gets the well anticipated chance!Millions of women are suffering under an ignorant deprivation,a few others are going places.


Men have a tough competition everywhere.It starts right from here..hi hi hee...

MEN are from MARS,and WOMEN from VENUS they say,fortunately they have landed in a common place...EARTH!

Women have associations working for their upliftment and empowerment,their rights are being talked about.Men have their fair share of problems too!
Women are no Angels these days...
Well about men...
The just out of my bed look..'I don't brush but my smile is terrific' attitude...the only breakfast-omlette...bearded for a fortnight... I bath once in two days...crumpled pants..unbuttoned shirt..the TV..the cricket/football matches..the frown...the fast bikes..the freaky adventures...the parties..the girls..the beer mugs..the bear hugs..the smirk..the smile...the square jaw..the rough voice...the formal wear..the loose tie..the cologne...the strong and sensitive heart..the stronger and better brains as they claim!
[PS: in order of individual preferences...list the above for yourselves!]

Some messiness...some maleness...thats the way the world likes it.

If this is it about men,Ladies wrong!!!They are the reason for the smiles,a little soft corner for those males who make a difference in somebody's life,and thats why this write up here...for those men who go unnoticed..for...

A man who works half is life in the office only to see his wife and children happy...

A father who loves his daughter ten times more than his son,who can get her 100 Barbies, her wish..his command...

A husband who thinks his wife is the most beautiful lady in the world...

A son who sees his childhood in those wrinkles on their face and in those tremors of his parent's hands,who takes care of them as wonderfully as they did it for him...

A brother who loves fighting with his sister,who can pick her home any time from any nook and corner of the earth,who loves her as much as he loves his Mom..

A friend who will teach her to hit a DLF MAXIMUM,despite her illiteracy in kriket,who can lend his shoulders,who will pat her back for all her achievements,who will whack her bum if needed...

A Grandpa who will become a jumbo anytime and give those wonderful rides to his grandchildren,who can play hide and seek with them in the park everyday...

A stranger who loves her smile,who will knock off the idiots troubling her on the road not because he thinks she is pretty,but ...because he wants to help her...

APPLAUSE!!!
-to the army men..the nation's pride...
-to the Gandhis, Nehrus, Bhagat,Bose and the like..for the freedom we value not...
-to the Khans,Kapoors,Pitts and Bonds and the like...for the dream man all the ladies fantasise about..
-to the Sachins,Kumbles,Dravids and the like...for making sports fun..as much as it is for the men...
-to the Archers,Cooks,Sheldons and the like..for books which are as wonderful as Mills and Boons...
-to the little decent autodrivers who drop the ladies safe home[ for one and half]...
-to the milkman..
-to the postman..
-to the watchman...
-to every MAN!!!

aMEN:)
God bless us ALL...
PEACE!

regards
Raksha

PurPle...so what!

The street is quite a hit among the eights and eighties alike;people are bustling around and John wants to earn some money today,a few coins to tinkle in his pocket will do.He dreams of going to school one day,his mom is not really keen on it because they are people who aren't that rich.He has to earn his living you see.I am lying in his bag among those hundreds of rubbery and smelly things,not that am any different!Ah!He picks me out finally!He is a tiny pea,all skin and bones and he is trying hard to pump his breath in,I grow big!Voluptuous!but hey wait why am I Purple?There are whites,reds,yellows,oranges,and her majesty the Miss Profound Pink with too much of a pride,she is flying high in the air.She forcefully releases herself against his wishes from the stick and seconds later she goes 'Dummmm!!!' midair,if only she had stayed cool and listened!

But  why me purple?Its not really my colour you see!Miss White looking at my gloomy face says,"Girlie you atleast have a colour and believe me its not that bad,you look gorgeous!" .

Ya Maybe!

The sky looks great today, silver and clear,here and there a few clouds and the sun isn't around much.The driver of a car is honking at the old man who is trying to gather his coloured chickens falling out of his basket,they are cute but hey aren they supposed to be baby white,they look better that way,John says they cost two coins a pair,he had got them home once,only to see them dead in two days!Please don't buy them,if you wanna buy some colours buy me!

A little boy in the car hears me!He lowers the glasspane and looks out.His mother asks him "What colour Peter?" he says "Mama!I want Pupple!" and there i go,John unties me from the stick which holds all us friends together.I am gonna miss them all, especially Miss White who is waving me good bye,she is happy for me.I found an owner,a home and John is a happy man today,I got him a coin.

We reach,Peter gets down from the car he runs to the garden,his fingers holding my string,he hugs me tight!
His mother asks him to be careful,she says "Too much of love is gonna burst it Peter,its not gonna last long,don't keep it idle either,its just gonna lose air!You know there is a more exciting stuff to do with it,can you see the sky?"Peter says "Yes Mama".
His mother says "Do you know Pupple can fly?Just let go and see" , well Peter replies"I want it Mama thats why we bought it!"

His mother tells Peter "There is a joy in letting go things,you watch it fly and your heart is gonna feel light and you are gonna enjoy seeing the flight!"


Peter smiles,he slowly releases me from his fingers,nothing holds me now,as the wind lifts me up I trip my gait a bit here and there,this is my first time!I fly amidst the branches of the tree,I go over the terrace.Peter waves at me,I can see his bunny teeth!

It feels good...am up in the sky!
I know not my destiny,but am liking this flight!
Thank you Peter,the new breeze in my life!!!
Am Pupple...so what:)          

 

Raksha Bhat