Towards Isolation - My big space

I still remember the joy of watching a movie together along with family. Everyone pushing each other on the same bed or sofa going through the same emotions and laughter as the film rolled on. Today people like to watch it on their own personal laptop through youtube, laughing out load to himself. I was a young kid then, when we used to get the songs on radio programmes like Binaca and faugi bhaiyon keliye. Beautiful songs played loud enjoyed not only by family over tea but equally by neighbours. Gone are those days, we have ipods and iphones now, plug it to your ears and you are disconnected, isolated into your own beautiful world where only 'you' exist. I wish I got my those days back when I was more connected with friends and family, when we laughed together, when we sang together, when we cried together.

My Village

There is something about my village which keeps me bonded to it even when I have travelled thousands of miles away. Maybe it is the simplicity, the humbleness, the beauty of being natural. As if it is a close friend of nature and depended on it for every little help. Though now things are little different, the man made technology has invaded its way through it. Back when I was a kid, there were no electricity and I liked the darkness. It was a bliss for us, as you get to cuddle around your grandparent's cot and listen to stories under the dimly lit lantern. In those days it was the 'Cocka-doodle-doo' of a rooster that woke you up in the morning or rather dawn instead of the fancy jingle of the mobile alarm.The morning breeze blew the fresh fragrance of the earth.The Neem tree provided the required brush and the well or the pond had its store of water for us. We lived in a small town not far from our village and mostly visited it during our school holidays.Basically a festive mood prevailed all around. Ours being a big joint family, at any-time there would be more than twenty people living together, chit-chatting, laughing, playing, or doing something or the other.It had twice as many domestic animals as people in the house. They included, cows, buffaloes, goats, sheep, hens and ducks along with their families of chicks and ducklings.We had a huge kitchen garden which was always loaded with different kind of vegetables through out the year. For breakfast, I often plucked some brijals (Aubergine) and burnt them on the mud oven lit by firewood from the forest. It would make a great dish when mixed with popped rice which my aunt often made in huge quantity and stored aside.(Remembering her gets tears in my eyes as I won't be able to see her again, just few days back she passed away).

The Road not taken

As we journey through life, I am sure we all have instances when we wished we could have taken the other way, gone back in past, travel the time backward. At times even I do feel the same, how would it have been; to see the way of some other relationship which were untouched or incomplete, to explore some different opportunities, to have made some different choices in life and to take the untrodden road. But then I am happy not to be able to do that, as it leaves me an opportunity to visit them again, to come back to that unfinished story sometime in future. Well if I see through the end of the untravelled roads, the unfinished ralationships and the untouched opportunities I will have no reason to visit them again.

The Reader

Since childhood days, I loved to listen to stories of any kind and remember nagging my father for more. He would often tell me the same tale modifying the start or tailing the end, which hardly mattered to me and I listened with all my heart.
I am not a good reader, books makes me fall asleep in no time. Moving away from home, flowing with work and life I could not fancy listening to stories anymore and then one day I met my reader who would read me anything anytime. He introduced me to many books, books which told tale of love, adventure, romance, travel and so on. It was like living my dream.
Then came a day, the reader got exhausted and now we both catch up with technology rich audio visual version of it - movie time. It is fun but has no personal touch to it and I am still looking out for my reader.

Special touch

Dhruv my little one will soon be two. He is already running and talking now and once again I am learning my ABCs along with him. The immense energy he possess is beyond ours. He takes me to an entire different world. A world so beautiful, a world so innocent, a world where there is no worries, a world where you just play, run, laugh, smile and you close your eyes and fall asleep. As he is sleeping next to me now. A peaceful face, a godly calmness, hands and legs all over the bed, the no care and free attitude.
Our little charmer already know hypnotism, he has good knowledge and experience of laws of attraction and his naughty mischieveous smile....oh never go by them. The hugs, cuddles and the kisses that he throws at you, the no reason laughters can easily captivate your heart. I have so much to relearn from him.
Lastly his touch is so trusting specially when he firmly catches my finger, when he jumps knowing that we won't let him fall. I wish to get back my blind trust, the innocent touch and over all the forgiving nature and shedding off grudges. I wanna be a child again.

My Best Friend

I had many friends in my childhood. As I grew through different phases of life, I kept loosing them. From school to college my density of friends became less. In professional life, there is no time to make new friends. Today, I do have friends around, none best friends though.

One day I liked a person and fell in love and eventually married him. The quest of having a best friend still in my heart. I had the thought always that you can never marry your best friend. Life became busier then ever.

All this time I had this man next to me, who understood me. I would often argue with him but he cared for me. He read me books. We sat and talked for hours. We walked the moon lights and ran the rain. He surprised me by cooking delicacies. We watched movies together. I often gossiped with him and shared my views and opinions and he actively listened. We didnot have the chance to be together always.

Virtual World

A paralled virtual world had been existed in our mind. Through technology it is now being expressed. But at times I feel it is taking us away from reality. It is amazing to see my little one play a new toy all by itself where as I go by the manual. Looks like an evaluation of its own kind. Wish I would live to see where it would take us. Would children still be playing cricket in the park or play the game on their console, will we meet our friends in real or over virtual networking media, will we have time to say hello to the person next door or through our chat window?