Limitations

Maybe taking a bigger risk  or chasing our dreams are some of the things that could be restricted but do we really need to limit allot or should we be aware as to where the line should be drawn.

Few notions I believe can be excused from limitations.
1. You love colors but going by the fashion gurus bright suits the fairer ,you being dusky avoiding Orange. Really limiting to the color we want to wear doesn't justify.
2. Choosing not to share the feeling to the other person , how could that possibly go wrong . All it would do is make you closer to what it is all about.
3. You want to  get tattooed or maybe piercing but that is considered for the drug addicts, I mean seriously.
4. Cooking has always been difficult as per  the society norm that Guys don't cook , break it and bake it.
5. Hard to break up a relation that would not see the daylight or a beautiful dawn ever, worth taking it forward.
6. Rationalizing over the budget , Yeah you gotta get your pocket Light. Say it I don't use it I wont pay for it.
7. Abuse someone, he seriously deserves it . Don't just punch him, shoot it loud.
8. You think bending over your knees and proposing is cliche, How about doing it your style when the world is watching.
9. Walk over the unknown neighbors and invite them for a tea. Followed by self invitation for dinner at their place.
10. Before planning to learn French , learn Tamil.

What things that should actually be limited.
1. The nonsense time spent on FB , checking random girls picture. Oh Man, none would be your girlfriend.
2. Chatting on Whattsapp. Start Talking,#feel the smile not smileys.
3. Bitching, start exploring the other person first,#BeingHuman.
4. Cursing the government, start voting, #makeAChange.
5. Crib over your salary, start saving, and see it growing.
6. Saying, start blogging, would remain forever.

Visapur

A fort that is left only with strong walls yet holds an enthralling trek.

What it could offer is an experience that certainly climbing up the stairs on a hill can not. How many times have you climb a running waterfall, that has water till your waist, having an height of around 1000 mtrs above sea level. Running water , steep height, slippery and certainly uneven rocks to step upon.It is chilly ,foggy, engrossing experience. Lot of the people prefer Lohgarh Fort over Visapur for the ease of climbing.But actually its worth the risk. The serenity and solitude at the top is impeccable and simply inexpressive. And if you happen to be a nature loner or even if a loner you  would not go the usual way of clicking pictures rather admire the delightful sight.

How risky this could be - on a scale of 10 it is 7 for sure and if you have Acrophobia the game is even harder. It is steep and at one point we thought that there is no feasible way ahead. But the fun and enthusiasm made us explore it more and we found the way....it wasn't something I have ever experienced.I mean yes when we were climbing up the waterfall it was comfortable and playful but the very moment you turn your head back the height traveled would blew all the insane spirit. The actual driving force was not that the water was very pleasant but the curiosity as to climbing the slippery yet steady rocks. It would be too audacious and macho to not say that we did not get tired, yeah we did. And we also asked couple of returning down co-trekkers how more we need to climb.

That what it can offer ..imagine you on top if it.

What does it offer on the top- in single word Peace. Firstly, not much of the people prefer this fort so this makes it a little more preferable in terms of Calmness. Among rest the grass is more like a green velvet and looks just too prefect. Standing at a distance, the foggy clouds and this green carpet creates a captivating horizon. Looking down from the top just makes the world looks so mystique that for some moments all the materialist tension bury as the distant hills disappear in clouds. You wish for the moment to stay the same for lifetime and wonder how much ecstatic it would be if we lived in the hills. Waking up to the most content full beauty and living by the sides of greenery. But to the sheer surprise of it, the wandering returns when one of the co-trekkers request you to click the damn thing for an FB page. No doubts the picture gets a lot of like and each like makes you love this place all the way more.

Returning back- could be termed satisfactory yet dissent. The downfall to the grounds is saddening for the reason of leaving such a harmonious place. But the moments spent above in solitude keeps the spirit high of the real ride of fear. Yeah the rocks slips and yes you have to face the height this time. But its lot more uneasy in to begin with. No wonder each step to the down shortens the distance but the cumbersomeness of it never ending kills you. Actually its all about the momentum and pace , when in form climbing down seems equally a relishing  experience. As soon as the waterfall ends the rest of the trek is usual and moreover like  unremarkable journey to the harbor.

Why you should go - only if you love yourself and believe the world isnt that stressful. Actually its not. It's tranquillizing.:)

Never want to go down moment.

As Green as it can be.

A little on "Can love happen twice"

"Can love happen twice"....for most of the guys like me it might happen a numerous times...but to be clear its not love...Just Attraction...
But yes for Raven, it did happen .Here comes a new fresh season of blossom for him, but not for long. It's been believed that in everyone's life there is an equal share of happiness and sorrow, smiles and tears or in short memorable moments either way. Unfortunately for Raven there was less of happiness, smile and joy. The more he thought the more he feel in love with Simar and the more he became a loner.
A lot of practicalities of life this book exhibit, like no matter what situations does not always remain in your hand. How hard the selfless guy tried but Simar had her own style. Not that she isn't in love with the adorable and peace-making guy but she had her share of explanations too.
 Raven was well aware of the fact that his parents are getting old and the young son needs to take care of their old age, but much he could do. How hard he may try to forget her or to make settlements, his heart couldn't sink in the fact that she has gone. In fact that this age where a son should take his parents to hospital, the case was opposite.
The beautiful up-down tale did say that love story does have an extended honeymoon phase , but someday it is going to end. The real relation comes out then only. For the couple the long distance did that, and here is the catch, in real life most couple just part off and blame the long distance thing. Considerably, things can be managed as long as the two are willing to.
Friends no matter what are friends for lifetime, the story has again proved it. Maybe people here have considered less to thank the three friends But they indeed are the gems. Somewhere it is true, your friends doesn't leave you so easily.
On a whole the book has lots to offer, emotions that matter the most. It has correct and accurate description required to fantasize Ravens world. Also, it has beautifully explained a lot of anxieties we as young humans have. Whats not in there from priorities to passion, self to selflessness, reality to real you. Its a delight to read and be part of the book.

Hum jante hain Dosti ka matlab:

Hum jante hain Dosti ka matlab.

Jante, toh samajh pate bin kahe shabdon ko.

Jante. Toh bin puche samajhte sare bechaniyon ko.

Jante, toh yeh dard ka ahsaas kar pate.

Hoti ankhon mein sirf hasi,

Hota ek sachha sa rishta.

Jante, toh har baar samay ka bahana na banate, milne ka wadah jarur nibhate :)

Nayi Shuruwat

From occasionally visible Black Skoda on the elevated clean and serene roads of Mysore to infinitesimally long queue of Altos, Wagon-Rs, Santros on the filthy, half constructed, dumped road of Pune. I, till now unable to consolidate the reason that triggered my mind and convinced my fragile heart for the shift.

Leaving all the exquisite luxuries back, here I hailed a train that dropped me to a city that has never been welcoming to anyone in particular. Though the fact that it is the city of youth, a pride in its own self. Either we carry our passion with us or the excitement of an existing “die- for” relation; rather I had a broken relation and new burglars. The ones which were mine at my arrival are my three huge suitcases filled with clothes, books and dreams.

Fighting with self, after a long, I could say “yes, I owe something in the city. Jo mera hai.” A flat-mate on whom I can rely on to certain extends. The carpool owner who always pings me for the confirmation of paid ride back home. Untidy uniform wearing short heighted security guard, who without fail salutes me every time I cross the society gate. The dusky guy, with black narrow eyeglasses having moderate built and an evil playful smile, who greets regularly while taking auto to coaching on every hot and burning weekends.  My English teacher who no matter what have reasons every time to defend her.

I believe this all is mine in this strange, polluted city. I experience it every time and suddenly a thought erupts, that if I have not been here I would have never been able to experience these small but peaceful and happy memories.

“The city, one day will be mine. Ab daar ni lagta. “

Love

Love unveils you,

Love completes you,

A realization of self,

Feeling for lifetime,

Nothing unreal,

Nothing uncanny.

Speechless, harmless…

Just a vision, a vision of togetherness, for the immeasurable span.

Just Another Night

And here it Kicks. Old monk starts talking again rather pouring its heart out. Peacefully gazing at the sky above, trying to notice the magnificent twinkling of the stars, big or small, they are. “What I will die as, I don’t know .But today my friend, I play.” Last month he bought a shining red Jumbo Granada.  Learning day by day. The six strings plucked from low to high bring peace to him. Makes him feel alive and brings him close to himself. But presently the chords help his pain to fade.

“One day I will be teaching. Nurturing the young, less fortunate kids.” He never dreamt big, never were aspirations of being high class sophisticated artificial gentleman. All the dreams he had , talked about the actions that could smoothen his mind. “Last Shot , an no more imaginations”, he fell asleep on the large saffron green nylon threaded couch in the small balcony.