Moscow....

Memoirs Of Moscwa

On the night of june 19th 2011,at 3.30 a.m, I took the flight for moscow, where resides my Aunt.. before boarding, all kinds of fear were in my mind, like what if they won't let me in?? What if I 'll loose my passport? What if they 'll deport me??All kinds n types and variety of worse thoughts suddenly began to show me there prescence.. I, as you may (or may not) know am an small town girl, mostly have travelled by road or rails (which I hate),and had been on flights for only a couple of times that to Domestic ones which are only different from buses because they have air hostesses and to justify with there designation, they fly.. This although was my very very first time on an international flight, which was for a distance of 6hours, but even then, I was scared to death.. This fear began to calm a bit when I went pass the immigration check,and strolled the Duty free shop..
The duty free shop experience was too fascinating for me.. the words that came out were Oh My God.. Terminal 3 of delhi Airport, where I had to sit for atleast 2 n a half hour, had made me like it Instantly..
Then I met a lady, a diplomat from India, recently transferred to Moscow’s Indian Embessy, she was also travelling by the same flight, and co incidently had got the seat next to me.. It was because of her that my journey became a bit easier.. We passed the time, waiting near gate 23(or whatever) having coffee etc..(I shouldn’t elaborate my time killing tactics)..After what seemed like an endless wait, we boarded.. With the greetings in Russian accented english and beautiful smiles...
First time I was seeing an International flight..Phew.. Finally I am going to fly abroad.. wow.. Still I was convinced, that I am some how not going to fly..(stupid thoughts racing up and down..) The last bye bye wave and the look my father gave me from outside of airport, was too sentimental for me.. I almost felt the lump in my throat mixed with excitement.. now back to the plane, it was an Aeroflot Flight, nice seats, nice blanket etc etc.. I was at the window seat can’t remember the number now but it was in early twenties..
Then some announcement in Russian happened.. Follwed by its english translation, which was still as hard to decipher as the previous one... Though, I just tried to figure out, which led me to a conclusion that it was a welcome announcement.. jittery as I always am, sat there trying to stare outside of the window in the rainy midnight...

The Patriot...

Independence,this we have had already,nothing like what we achieved,always there,and hope will ever be.. how much do I care about it?? not much more than a recharge voucher, for us we are bounded, if our mobile had expired or we are unable to do a status update.. No, not at all I m in a mood to do "ZAra yaad karo kurbaani" thing, cause, really, I hate to do it especially on Aug.15th.. but some where, deep in all this, have I lost my self?? somewhere, I need to know,what it takes to be that passionate, so as I can die for.. Being a patriot, doesn't means to stand in a line, shouting Jai ho, or something equivalent.. Being 1 means having a way,to live a life worth being born.. I,always respect Martyrs,for me, those are the people,who had both, a reason to live as well as die..
Patriotism..big word to speak, now a days, poeple use it in wit, or to give a sarcastic opinion..for us patriot has been a person, announcing Bandhs, giving fiery speeches,staging elections and so on.. how come we are not seeing the one, sitting in the corner,looking quietly, Observing every move of mob around him, non chalant, smiling at the pace by which they rushed, without having a look at themselves.. Live that buddy in the corner, be the one, atleast for a while, look around, not to exploit what you have inherited, but to make it stronger, to pass it on.. Happy Independence day..

Beautiful Hands....

For I have beautiful hands..
Long and slender fingers..
Soft but Firm grip...
Pinkish Tinge, in the Palm
Denoting Femininity.
For I have....
Ready to be taken by some one,
Holding them tightly,
so as to Never let go..
For I have..
Ready to be more beautiful
By a Ring of Commitment, in the third finger,
of the Left Hand..
With all promises,
of new Life, and times to come..
For I have...
All set to live
in a new world,
Discovering the another part of me..
Tender, soft, Longing for care,
For I have..
but.. Is this really
what I want..
To more beautify my hands?
Just by Materials??
I can use them to write
or I can use them to operate,
ON a body.. Rather Dying..
I can save some ones life..
For I have..
I can use them to write
the thoughts..
with them they grow..
Far more developed, and far more Deep..
Deeper even than a Commitment..
For I have..
I can Prescribe with them,
and Rather,
can heal a soul..
A sacred power, and a secret desire..
Both are drawn,
in my hands...
I won't just wait, and let them Perish....

I'll make them, Not by jwels, not by materials..
but by the Inner Glory, that I have..

They 'll show me a way to my Horizon, as they are my Guide..
For i have Beautiful hands...........

The Agony Of Extinction... Be Bothered

Hey There, How are you?? Just back after a nap of 10 day or so..and?? What's new?? Nothing, Just same ol' boring life, with nothing much to do... Ain't it? yup, why not.. Well, now let me have the pleasure to take you to the time when The Rajas and Brave hearts used to go to the jungle, to hunt a tiger/ lion, they Boast there anecdotes of A Battle with the Tiger/ lion (whichever seemed more appreciable and deadlier at the time) used to hang there heads at the Drawing hall, stuffed with hay etc., Then came the Time when the Greed of man had taken victory over Bravery of hearts, when the skin of the poor ferocious beast costed it, its own life..
That skin became door mats of many, some even decorated there walls.. Women wore there nails in a jewelery to protect them from the evil eye. Having their decorative skins, became a status symbol, The symbol of bravery converted into Symbol Of Luxury..Even in so called 21st century, or the T-10 this trend is continuing.. Not openly though but under the cover of the poor Feline...


So What.. I don't have any of the above mentioned things, nor do I (or my ancestors)hunted them so, what can I do for it?? Why ME( Me in bold letters..)
While stating this we are not even a bit bothered about there existence or extinction.. When we see an Ad supporting any such eco friendly, go freen save tiger type cause, we change our channel, or say oh. at lest they are being thoughtful or Ohh what a cute Cubby.. Without being a bit Bothered 'bout what has happened and what can happen.. It is in our habbit, untill the thing effect our lives Directly ( be it good or bad)we are not bothered..

Don't you think this needs to be changed?? even when I say Tigers, most of them may think 'bout the cricket(ers),many 'bout the Biscuit, and the rest 'bout the Animal.. The So Called Nationally Animalized, authorized, politicized Tiger, needs our help.. It had helped us in the times when we were in deep dark fear, hadn't our elders, at that time told us to Be brave like a tiger.. Or when we'd done some thing Good andgot the compliment as WAAh MERe SHER ( bravo My Tiger).. Thousands of Poets and writers had made Tiger a metaphor of Bravery, rest have given the simile..

Think of the time of 2to 3 generations later or so, When our kids (or there kids or even there kid's progeny)will only get to know 'bout This Big brave animal, and they'll ask us, Mum(or dad..whatever, n also add Grand to them )"what is this"!!?? What would our answer be?? Beta, this used to be a big animal much bigger then a cat..(God, Don't make the cat extinct till that time). As per you, Is the Tiger worth it?? or lets say, when you tell them that you have actually seen a tiger, in Real, walking, imagine there reaction ( Dilatation of the pupil, rapid heart beat, adrenaline rushing,)and saying wow...I wish I can also see it... LIve!!!...


And now back to date, today, here we stand, with a chance, to Save them, To be Grateful to them, to take there Gratitude, for providing a misaal of bravery, to give the nature a bit of our debt, Can't we take this chance??
Can't we be theRest?? I know, in due course of life, we don't have enough time to eat, sleep, whatever, but we can make time to do so, so why not this?? Every thing is interlinked, sooner or later there extinction will affect us, but then it can be too late.. Some times it can be too late.. Don't get late for nature.. Be a bit Bothered.. Feel the pain of Extinction, Humans can also be endangered..It is not impossible.. Then who 'll save us?? It is an appeal to all of you, reading from which ever the place in India or the World.. Save Our Tigers, There lives are as Precious as ours.. Take at least one step, care to register in

www.saveourtigers.com

.. C'mon, I know you are Good at heart..Show it... God knows how it may even help you?? Save our tigers... Take care.. c ya soon.. Caio..

Back to Bloggo....Embracing Idiocy...

Hey There... Me again, apologizing greatly for being so out of Bloggosphere without any Premonition..Lots of changes occurred since my last Post. My exams, there results, Final Proff..blah blah blah.... well, another change which dawned was The Release of 3 Idiots.. Though its just another movie, released and became the top Bollywood Grosser,but some how,it is not just that only,some how,It definitely had affected the Psyche of our Parents,as well us.. Many of us had actually taken those fields, which our Parents/guardians want us to.. Lost is the childhood in the damn competition of professional colleges, Lost individuality of own childhood, lost is the Smell of wind, the scent of the soil, What is left with us is only A competition.. Many of us take it to seriously, that instead of enjoying what we choose, we start taking a lot of pressure, that pressure don't let us live.. We start to fear Failure,getting broken down,morally and emotionally, forgetting that failure is not some thing, which lead you to end your life. Some coaching instituitions do really put students in such a peril, that they tend to believe that if they do not qualify for so and so exams, there is no life for them afterwards.. Bullshit... Life is not judged by clearing or failing some exam.. It does not ends by some one telling you, that you are able or not.. It goes on and though not so with a smooth course, but also with a leash which is in Your Own hands.. If doing what you want to do is Idiocy, so I must Confess I AM AN IDIOT... and why not, Embracing this type of Idiocy means Embracing free will, embracing life.. Don't go for some thing which you cannot do without enjoyment, or without commitment.. Love to live, and Live to Love.. this calls for a toast... Njoy.. also, now from now onwards, atleast for a week, I'll be more active.. Read n comment.. Ciao..