THE STORY BEGINS

It was just like any other day. The venue was crowded as usual. The mood was youthful, the atmosphere alive with all the hustle bustle, loud laughter and mindless confusion too. The day did seem tiring in most ways. In between so much however there was a slight dullness in the air.But then the mood was just about to change…
She crossed the lane and entered the venue with her ever graceful walk. She wasn’t particularly the best face on earth, but she carried a charm the opposite sex would fall for. Her appeal guaranteed a second look. And more than anything else, she had a heart of gold. She was called Love.
His moods were different though. He carried an infectious smile. Bright outfits, harmlessly flirtatious humor, rib tickling jokes…he was the true blue carrier of happiness. They called him Joy.
Both were advancing towards each other unknowingly. Though they could perceive it. Love looked around and smiled. Joy halted for a second to pray and thank the gods for the lovely life he was bestowed with.
His prayers played a tune Cupid couldn’t ignore. He saw the perfect time, the perfect stage. He came running with his famous bow and arrow towards the two and arched the most tickling arrow intoxicated with love, lust, hope and trust towards the point where he could hit both in one go.
As Love and Joy walked to that exact place where the arrow would meet its aim, suddenly a little naughty bee stung Cupid. Ouch!!! Cupid whined. He lost control and the arrow very narrowly missed the two. Cupid regained his lost senses once again, agitated but looked back to see what his arrow had done.
Well, Love and Joy had met finally. The arrow caused a sudden thirst and Love asked for a glass of water. Which Joy offered her. But proud Love refused such a small offering from an unknown stranger and walked away. Seeing this Joy felt insulted and swore revenge. Although in a sarcastic way. He too was in a way charmed by Love's magic.
Poor Cupid sighed and walked away disgusted by the unfortunate happening, sad that his arrow couldn’t meet the desired aim.
However he didn’t know one little secret. That the right time for Love and Joy hadnt really arrived. They would meet again very soon to come together in perfect harmony. But today was not the time because both had a lot to see and places to go.
College had just started.(to be continued next week)

SOMETHING MORE

Someday endeavors will become Actions
Dreams will merge into Realities
Hope will realize into Achievements
Finite will become Forever.
And still I shall explore for Something More
What is this Something More?
Probably a search that never started
A destination I still haven’t planned to reach
A state I still don’t know exists
But I shall still look for this something more
Knowing well that it’s not yet in my timeline
But then, aren’t we all travelers of time?

THE HAPPENING

I am a not so happening girl,
With a happening sense of humour
I happen to kick a fight
But I also happen to throw it out many a time.
Confusion keeps happening to me
But whatever happens I sort it out well
I happened to your life some day
And that’s why this note has happened here.
And if you are still reading this non stop blabber of mis-happenings
Then honestly…you happen to be a Happening fool.
And now I am feeling happy about the happening that happened.
Because life happens when happenings happen.
So what do you feel about this happening?
There happens to be some space down
Can you happen some words on the Happening???

THE DREAM SECRET

Once upon a time in a land faraway, all dreams lived together. They slept through the day and finally awoke each night to light up another world. The world of fantasies and wishes.
Each night they woke, sang, laughed…some even cried. But just for that one night. Because each night the dreams died and new dreams took their place.
They all knew this truth of their lives. But they were fine with it and went on living their one night lives, dying at the very first ray of sunlight, some even before. But they went on living joyously.
Out of all those dreams there was one such dream however, who was rather unhappy about this truth. He was gifted a little more knowledge than the others. He had more power than the rest. Perhaps a little more light too. But then he thought- Why a life of just one night? Why can’t I live a little more? Enjoy my identity for some more time?
Finally that night when all the others left for the world of fantasies, this dream hid away. It continued sleeping. Night after nights. Day after day. It just slept.
Years have passed since then. And that dream is old now. It has lost all its light. Its glow has faded away. But it still sleeps thinking about how lucky it has been to not enter the world of fantasies and die away.
Just that it doesn’t know one little secret. That each dream that entered the world of fantasies died to come back to life once again. And this time not as dreams for a night.

But Realities beyond a lifetime.

THE GREAT 7

Michel Petrucciani was one of the most powerful jazz pianists of all time.

Tom Shakespeare, a geneticist & sociologist was the co author of The Sexual Politics of Disability.

Robert Bernard Riche, a former Harvard University professor, has served as the twenty second United States Secretary of Labour, under President Bill Clinton. He has also been listed by The Wall street Journal as America Top Ten Business Thinkers.

Dylan Postl, popularly known as Hornswoggle is an American Professional Wrestler . He was the last Cruiserweight Champion before the belt was decommissioned.

Jude-Lyn del Rey, a science fiction editor was posthumously awarded the Hugo Award for the Best Professional Editor, which her husband refused to receive.

François de Cuvilliés, a Belgium born architect played a very significant role in bringing the Rococo (an Italian art form) to life in his various artistic impressions. The Palace in Bruhl, Germany is one of his most prized designs.

Charles Proteus Steinmetz, a mathematician & electrical engineer fathered the development of alternating current thanks to which the electrical power industry in USA saw expansion. He was popularly called The Forger of Thunderbolts.

7 Great individuals. 7 Great minds. 7 Great works. Everything great. Except one small detail that binds them all. They were essentially the 7 Dwarfs. 7 great dwarfs that the world saw, appreciated and applauded.

The 7 dwarfs who teach us one important lesson. That Size really doesn’t matter.

To Hrishi Da...with love

Dearest Hrishida,

I was in fifth grade when I saw Guddi and wanted a frock just like hers. I wanted to sing Kucch dil ne kahan like Anupama someday. Can’t believe but someday I also wanted to flaunt a moustache…the Golmaal effect. And finally after all those moments of pure joy I finally dropped a tear as Anand cried out Babu Moshaiye in his final moments. And I still wonder how you did it?

As time passed I was exposed to other mediums of cinematic expression. The mushy whispers of Raj and Simran, the raw appeal of Rambo, the sleek and swank effect of James Bond etc etc. But there was something about you and your style that I couldn’t let go. No offence to anyone, but that X factor was unparallel. A difference of a different kind. And surprisingly that X Factor, that difference here was merely simply- Simplicity.

Simple plots with a much deeper meaning, heart rendering music, one frame where being a part of the middle class is not a problem and finally a reel that’s real enough to carry a bit of you and a bit of me.

Today I am not writing to a Dadasaheb Phalke or a Padmabhushan award winner. Nor to a man who saw unparallel success with a string of hits. Not to a man who made actors like Rajesh Khanna, Amitabh Bacchan, Jaya Bhaduri, Sharmila Tagore and many more famous. But to a science and mathematics teacher who decided that the camera was his ultimate destination. To the one who gave us immortals like Parimal Tripathi, Babu Moshaiye, Anupama, Guddi and of course Anand. To the great film maker who told us that Simplicity is beautiful and you do not really need a reason to smile.
You actually meant that song didn’t you- Maine tere liye hi saat rang ke sapne chune…sapne surile sapne

Thanks Hrishida! For all this love wrapped in those three hours of cinema

With love and loads of gratitude
Himika

TREACHERY OF BIRTH

Of their heights and success
Of their royalty and finesse;
Of their strength and luxury
Of his own lowliness and misery.

He finds competition on the garbage dump
He gathers scraps of heat in the night so cold and numb.

The school’s bell, the flash of the light bulbs
The candy’s smell, the porcelain doll’s curls
He sits by the streetlight to endlessly search
The difference and the destitution- All for this treachery of Birth.