Her

Hands clutched to her side,

Sporting a subtle smile on those composed features,

Enters the sublime slender form,

Perfectly feminine yet exuding confidence to melt mountains;

Even her slow pace doesn’t subdue the vivacity

Which, as the Lady glides,

Inculcates in her beholder an ardour for life!

Her conspicuous eyes speak of compassion and wisdom,

Yet furtively smirking and admiring at the same time.

Impeccable lips sprinkle words in a fashion,

Even profanities would appear enticing to ears.

She leaves you besotted...

A Sui Generis!

Dance...

Technically speaking:

The incorporation and synchronization of the body movements and facial gestures with the rhythm, the beats and the music is what constitutes the Dance.

Dance is in every aspect of the Nature.

It is in the cold morning breeze, as it flows causing every leaf, every single blade of grass, every petal of a flower to flutter, take its movement, follow the rhythm; their communion producing music so soothing, so mesmerizing....

Dance is in the rise of the Sun, as it emerges from the arms of the Lady Dawn to commence its daily expedition towards zenith finally taking repose gently and peacefully in the laps of horizon.

Dance is in the flow of river, as it twirls and twists, gurgling and gushing through pebbles and boulders. Dance is in its turbulent motion, in its sudden smooth dive down the cliff, to be taken in by the sea below, with the passion befitting lovers meeting after eternity; the unison causing the whole surroundings to celebrate, splattering the water in a fashion no one but only the Creator of all could have choreographed!

Dance is what the birds do, hailing the morning sun every day, singing and swinging in unison with the wind.

Dance is what the fawns do as they frisk and frolic.

Dance is what a toddler does as he waggles and joggles in his attempts to walk.

Dance is what our lives are like with various ups and downs, sometimes having moves corresponding to 'break and 'tooting' while at times it is all 'jazz' and 'salsa'.

Dance is the way my eyes close and a smile hovers on my lips when a tantalizing sensation reaches my ear drums.

Dance is the way my limbs move effortlessly as they follow some far distant rhythm.

Dance is what I do as my body senses itself engulfed by the music, by the beats, by the waves of ecstasy that transfer me into a different world.

A world free of all worldly affairs, where its only me and music, free of all binds and consciousness, where I can express all what I have to in whatever way I intend.

The best thing about Dance is that you are yourself and there are no terms and conditions. There are no rules to abide by; every movement is guided by your soul. It is indeed a divine connection of soul with the source of all energy.

It is like a prayer when the body sings.

The energy emanating from you, amalgamates with the Source and Generator of all energy. It is like unleashing the you within. Breaking all the curbs and the shackles. Every inch of you moving in communion with the music.

Dance is a way to celebrate life, your existence, your being able to sense the beauty around you, the energy in you. It is a way to thank the Divine Power as well as feel its presence inside you, for 'the Kingdom of Heaven is but within'.

I dance because I feel free when I dance.

I am at bliss. I am relaxed, carefree.

I am everything and nothing at the same time.

I feel the divinity in me. I feel divine.

God is in me!

Aham Bhramasmi!!!

CHRONICLES OF JANUARY 12... B’Day memoirs!

Birthday happens to be one of the most cherished day, and January 12 therefore boasts of my favoritism towards it ! Birthday reminiscence gives immense pleasure and thusly I am at bliss as I reminisce….

Birthdays come and birthdays go but this one was undoubtedly the best ever!

With Shilpi wishing me at 11:50 p.m. to avoid the obvious whoop-de-do at 12, my day (or rather night) had a perfect start! Next it was Yummi's call (11:55); well its not that my physically closer friends lost the track of time but they were waiting for the clock to tick 12 O'! It was 2 minutes to 12 (by my watch) when people started wishing me.

There were Charul and Khushboo standing beside me with a big grin on their faces and repeatedly reminding me they'll wish at exact 12! And finally the clock ticked 12 and I was swinging in Khush's and Rul's arms simultaneously. And then wished my 'principessa', with that warm smile on her face (but not the best one, the reason was disclosed later in the night! ).

Well I had a lot of 12's then because we girls trust our own watches; Reliance is the  most trusted one though and why? Well, no one has ever bothered to debate over it, however, reliance's being our main sponsors in almost all our fests maybe the apt reason! We certainly owe this much of loyalty to them....Duh! 

With everyone having wished me at the door of my room, I as a host cordially invited them in, 'oye..andar aa jao sab!' Though my heart is big enough to accommodate all the beings on this earth ( 'worthy enough to be privileged' ones only ), my room does not share same characteristics with me...

I, therefore had to climb on my bed. This served two more purposes, I being the B'Day girl should be easily accessible to all my dear wishers; and I had to capture the moment in my darling cell which no more belongs to me, my beloved was abducted later on the same evening. Happy B’Day to me(sob)!

Not to mention, my cell was ringing at very high frequency with every call lasting for a maximum of 20 seconds, courtesy my dear friends who were in no mood of sharing me with any one then. Oh! I was a princess then.

After all the vain attempts made by my sweet 'pentos' (cool five -remember mentos?), who were trying to make me believe that they haven't arranged for a cake, we finally moved to our 'Cake-Post'- The terrace!

A cute brown chocolate cake ( ever heard of a blue chocolate cake? Huh! ) with Gundi (my recently devised nick name) written over it, awaited me. [General info: I haven’t yet broken any bones!]

Then we followed the usual rituals- cut, consume, smear and run! With all the B'Day hymns over ( along with usual modifications to them) we proceeded towards our washroom for a chat-n-wash session. I wasn't the only one with a besmeared face ( I am a Newton‘s third Law fan )! 

 It was past 12:20 then and except the pentos, all returned to their nests (chicks they are!).

Then I entered my room like Draupadi being awaited by the pandavas (Excuse me if u wanna puke!). With huge smiles on their faces and me reciprocating, I stood before them with my arms open to receive the gifts they had bring for me. 

The first one being a card and the second one being a card too (its contents censorable).Then came the most awaited one in a green colored envelope, surprisingly neat and devoid of colors and articulated messages-typical Her style! Well it wished a wine n’ dine B’Day, our long cherished wish! Ah!

I was gifted two pairs of cute little earrings and a blue muffler. Oh the delight of receiving gifts…its inexplicable! Words seem to be on a holiday when u most need them. I tried expressing my gratitude via my sweetest possible smile but soon discovered, I could not stretch my lips beyond their usual range.

Thanking them again and again, I took all of them in my arms, excluding Madam for obvious reasons (though I never tickle intentionally, I swear!)

It being a Monday, and the time being 1 O’ by now, my sweethearts took leave from me! 

A princess I was then!

A lot of expected as well as unexpected, but pleasant wishes, made me all the more happier. Especially the message from a friend which I later discovered was a part of the B’Day poem he had written for me, one of the sweetest gesture I have ever received. 

All was turning out exceptionally exciting and blissful, sleep was one thing absent from my plans for the day. But having chatted for three continuous hours on G.Talk, with my eyes drooping, I decided, I need to recharge my battery for the day ahead.

Well it had started with a blast… with dreamy eyes for the morning, noon and evening ahead, I went off to sleep at 4:15 a.m.

“Good Night everyone! Thank you so much for every thing…

  Happy Birthday to me….”

P.S.: Many other conspicuous moments have been skipped in order to preserve reader's interest ( since u have reached here, seems like its there! :)

P.P.S.: 'Pentos' includes- Prachi, Ratika, Kavita, Khushboo, Charul.

Trying To Wash It Off ...

Sleep…this word has been haunting me since long, I don’t remember the exact time though. When did I first discover that I am getting fond of dozing off as soon I make myself comfortable in a place?

Maybe it was after the first time my professor (the then HOD Chemistry) asked me to leave the class to wash my face. I blame him not. He must have tried hard ignoring me, but I was so brazenly or rather audaciously busy dozing on the second seat that he had to take the privilege of being the first ever prof’ to hurl me out of the class ; there have been three more who followed the lead. Like an obedient student I got up and went out, no arguments on my side as I was caught red handed. Moreover  the prospect of going out for a stroll in early hours of morning is always welcome and the pleasure simply triples when its during class hours. 

After surreptitiously wasting sufficient time outside, I entered the lecture hall with a mortified look(its essential), only to be welcomed by 40 odd simpering faces (others were either dozing or were absent). Some belonging to our revered ghissus with a ‘u deserve it’ look, some to the morons happy over a girl been punished (really?) and rest to the ones thinking ‘u lack the skill dude ( as they would prefer calling me or any IITian girl)’. 

There’s always a first time, I had it then.

First time not of sleeping during lectures but of being shoved out of the class.

At first I wondered why am I doing this? I have always been an attentive student, but now inspite of my persistent efforts of staying awake, I end up stirring out of my nap in response to nudging on my side. Reason was crystal clear only I was reluctant to see it.

The monotonous, blunt, single pitched tone used to deliver lectures serves as the best ever lullaby.

I don’t like playing blame games but there are times you have to admit that the fault is not all yours. 

I had to wait for long when I again got the opportunity to wash my face (in between the lecture off course ).This time it was prof. G.S.Singh (physics). He said and I quote :

“ class mein ek student hai jo kafi samay se so raha hai. Mai chahunga ki vo khud ba khud class se bahar jakar muhn dho aye. I don’t want to take any names.” 

Well somehow I knew it was me, still I tried to pretend as if sleep is something I am not acquainted to. But for a moment we had an eye contact and I knew that he knows! Sheepishly, I got up from my place and headed towards the door….

P.S. : The other two incidents did ensue with more or less similar state of affairs.

Here she comes again...

It’s the same thing again. I am tired of the incessant, sickening visits by this uninvited guest of mine. But an Indian I am, and Atithi devo bhava is my karma!

A weirdo she is. Never bothers to inform(warn I mean!) beforehand. Her sight leaves me devoid of every expression. Life sucked out of me! I become a deadpan, impassive, inane! 

Purpose of her visit is a question that has been haunting me since I first had the privilege of being her acquaintance. 

Now that she’s approaching me, I have started losing my sense. No sound is intelligible; my brain refuses to decipher any signals they receive, be it of sight or sound. My eyes are getting heavier. Drooping down again and again, against my will. She is trying to possess me. But I am fighting back.

Trying to have control over my limbs, I am resisting her with all my might. For a second it seems I have won the battle. My world regains all its colors, hues, sound and  joviality. But it’s a question of the whole war and she is the unconquered queen.

She incapacitates me again; I am dazed, anesthetized. Succumbing to a stronger adversary is always easier. Yet one’s conscience keeps on nudging on the other side, persuading, not to give up.

But I have exhausted all my reserves of energy. I am entering a stage of trance. Oh, its soothing, blissful. NO! One last attempt. I can!

Guess I can not. I give up! 

How I Wish My Mother Was Here....

Once in a city call'd Nottingham there lived a happy family,
With happy parents and three kids.. George, Sam and Emily.
Emily was beautiful and eldest of all,whereas George was fat and a little tall.
Sam was smart but being youngest of all in matters of others he would not fall.

They laughed and played with joy, but had never fought for a single toy!
Soon Emily got married to a handsome young man,
Who promised to keep her happy and sure he hadn't feigned!

As Emily went away the glimer of house faded day by day.
Poor mom! She remained quite sad and into the blank she always stared.
But one day it was a bolt from blue, for the mom's soul to heaven flew!
The house was plunged into a sea of sorrow,
Their grief was wide and not narrow!

Slowly and gradualy they recovered from grief,
But that harrowing period was not at all brief!
George was big but Sam was small,
And need was of a mom to look after them all.
So.. the father got married again and into the house a new mom came.
But that new mom was no good..neither did she had agreeable mood.
That malicious lady changed father's mind,
For that once happy lad was no longer kind..

Time passed and george got married.. brought his wife home.
And Sam's feelings she could fathom!
To please the mom she tried her best, but O' Fate she falied in the test.
The family faced daily fueds, that led Sam to distress and solitude.
One day Fate showed her cruel fangs ,and all the attack was on poor Sam.

For a work being denied the father got wild,
And broke Sam's delusion that he still was kind.
He thrashed Sam with a wooden rod,
While that poor creature never uttered any word!
Everyone was shuddered and tried to help,
But all was in vain they only could whelp.
That step mom didn't even tried to stop him,but was calmly watching Sam weeping.

And at last thought the innocent dear, How I Wish My Mother Was Here...