A snippet of my ride

Pause!! Something that we often forget in the hustle of the very important life.

Today I decided to pause, to give a break, to know what it is like to have patience and wait!It turned out well as I noticed many things that would normally go unnoticed into the thick fade of the mist.

Traffic blues, a never –ending torment of today’s life, yes the vehicles has made our lives  much better , But on the contrary it has also made our life a bit more hectic and frustrating, so I dcided to deal with this everyday torment with grace.ff

My destination, my friend’s place is about 2 to 3 kms approximateltly , a single never ending smooth road that has numerous road-breaker adn on top of that five signals, today for the first time, I prayed for red signals, so that I can pause, turn off my engine and actually wait for the 120 seconds at each signal.

I strapped my helmet, steadied my bag and I left , normally,like any other day I would prefer teh parallel roads serpentining inside the inner layouts, a few bumpy roads, a few parks and ofcourse NO signals, it always promised me a better reach, conserving time! But who was I kidding, saving a mere 5 minutes wouldn’t help me save nations, but it would definetlyspare me from the hurry honks at every possible moment!

But today I found the beauty , everything was great until my Activa Honda was sandwitched between two yello-green auto-rikshaws doing the bugati styles and racing right out from fast and furious! They ought to know their vehicles, in one was a women with her 2 year old daughter who kept on crying , the other one had the over-loaded passengers butting out from the open doors and windows(both seen to be very similar except for the safety bars!), It’s mid-morning, the sun is almost scorching high, the baby’s cries, teh hurry honks that has already started before the signal count-down from 20! And there I am in middle of these things trying not to make even slight 10 degree tilt, that was having high risks of getting my vehicle scratched!And marks is something my family hates, I don’t mind much! But still I feared my family bullies and hence balanced as if on a rope.

It was just the first signal, four more to go, I geared up, mustered up my patience, calmed my frustration and moved again, this time the giant BMTC bus whose driver hopefully not drunk was doing the drunk driving stunt, almost throwing out the passengers on the footboard, they were all swaying trying to pull the damn bus down!!Oh yes, I shouldn’t comment on that, I was there, doing that for two long years during my pre-university course, it has it;s own adventurous perks though!

So at the second red signal, I had literally parked my vehicle on the huge road-breaker,I was parked on a hump,like I was tall enough to peek intot eh Volvo beide me,people were either asleep or tenoius stare at their cell-phones, boring, other than that, there were a few kids crossing the street, eyes glued on every driver warning them to not start their vehicles until the get over with the road.The count-down seemed less dragging this time, Yes !! I was getting a hold on it!

Green signal !! Yay..start and zoom…But wait what were the careless pedestrians thinking off, to die under my wheels, with their earphones plugged in, gigllingm and least bothered that the green go light was for the vehicles to go not for them to ramp walk!!

I managed on with a slight skill of balance, a bit of swearing vocabulary in my head and again back to the focus on roads, thankfully it was one smoth road unlike many in our ever-under-progress  sign of our nation ,still the breeze was good, the vehicles were safely away from each other, each of the drivers in their own sweet world of stress and stress and some more of it!

Zooom, drrrrrr,dgrrrrr…chill, now that was a reckless  biker with the wits of a two-year old, going anywhere near him would be entitled as accident prone zone, these are the people who cause accidents and even die in one, touch-wood but still that was the way he was driving ..ufff saved myself and then the irony is when I’m fine with waiting today, the remaining signals showed the green signal..go go and goJ

Maybe this is what we fail to see in our life, once we pause and be patient ,we will get through the ordeal , the whole way awaits your positive perspective to make a way, to ride into the skiesJ


#MadeOfGreat-Oh Yes,he is!

What Is it to be made of great, is it their  wisdom that adorned them with age or is it the knowledge that weaved them to be what they are today or even more is it their circumstances that molded them with it’s charm of difficulties and occasional happiness, what is it to be made of greatness,if all the above could make you that, I have  a list of people who care, whose wisdom is beyond my brick of imagination, whose sincerity is beyond my truth , those are there who looked after me like precious jewel, and a few more who gave up their happiness to create the gist of it in my life and make my life a dream come true.

Yet I decided to write about that one person whose age ,younger than mine, whose knowledge is still budding up and whose wisdom needs the presence of the wisdom tooth yet he is made of great, a person with a pure, powerful and unconditional love towards me, and that is my younger sibling, my brother, Brijesh.

If I did know him the way I do now, maybe my life would have been more meaningful for those were the years that was dealt with who-had-the-biggest-sweet, who-would-get-mom’s-attention-more ! All in all a perfect childhood but today when I turn the pages of history under the spell of the sands of time, I traveled through the phases that made him a person of greatness.So travel with me, to my childhood

Incident 1

We were young enough not to differentiate between the dark and evil, those were the days where we thought of darkness to evil spirits, an idea that was instilled in us from the gossips and movies and the sole idea of insecurity in the dark.

We shared the same room with all our toys steadily pushed under our beds, the monsters and ghosts were predominant!one day after a session with the ghost from a horror movie, we could barely close our eyes,it was then he mentioned

“Akka, don’t worry,I will look after if anything comes from the side I’m facing,though the window seems frightening enough, you face the blank wall, almost nothing comes out from there, but it does from the windows and under the bed,I’ll let you know if something happens from my view”


Though his sentences weren’t well framed the way I’m writing it, and it also had the fear laden within them along with pauses but he meant it, meant it from all his heart, this guy who was three years younger to me had the idea of protecting me ,I didn’t ponder about this much but I know I had slept peacefully after he said so.

Incident 2

I am the weaker sibling and my brother from the time I can remember used to tease me as the host to all the illness in the world.


Oh! He was naughty yet he cared

On one of the visits from the stronger section of the fever family, I had woken up in the middle of the gruesome night, curling up the feeling of nausea and profuse sweating, I had to throw out the dinner from last night, it was the heat that had reached my head and I was weak and exhausted, I didn’t want to disturb anyone but I badly needed my mom with me, aiding me, consoling me and putting me back to sleep

Right then he was there, like my mother, helping me from the bathroom floor, putting me to bed and started to tap my head to put me to sleep,like a father caring for his daughter, her stayed by my side till I dozzed off.

This was also when we shared the same room and I think I was in highschool and he was in fifth grade.

But the overwhelming truth is that he does the tapping me to sleep thing even today when I suffer rarely from illness and I feel blessed to have a brother who can be my mom and dad…I love him and I smile as I write this, he is indeed made of great for his age ,for the love and care that he shows in return to my ignorant behavior….

Yes it is true,I sleep like a log and I have never known that he would also be suffering when a small fever strikes, he never disturbs my sleep,he never has done that till today, never expects me to look after him, a brave soul made of great

Incident 3

This is more recent , I usually vent up all my frustrations through cries and sharing with my mom, an amazing lady that she is, gently smiles and consoles me with strong motivating words , but that span of continuous flow of tears in front of her to share my burden often ends up in lifting the burden away, it feels like a feather once it is shared



On one such incident, he deliberately pulled me to the garden and spoke

“Akka, don’t share everything like that with mom”

“helllo. she is my mom and how dare you sa not to share with my own mom” I glare back at him hissing my words

“No, share it but do hold those tears, why do you have to be a crybaby?” he never left his stand

“Oh come-on. that’s how I am! Don’t you know? I feel at peace only after I have cried the pain off” I didn’t like the interference

He pulled me near the window that had an access to the living area inside my house, at the far end of the sofa,my mom was wiping away her tears,I felt pain

“She does that every-time you cry, why don’t you understand that she can’t bear to see to wail like that, it hurts her, she is a mother, next time share it with her and cry in front of me if that is what makes you feel good’

His words jolted me out of my immature,selfish acts, I have never thought what my tears could actually do to a person, especially to my mom, that day I realized that one doesn’t need the years to have wisdom or be older to advice me

My respect for him grew and flourished , for I realized that I’m blessed with a best friend, my guide, my guardian all when I was born..Isn’t that called “Born lucky”…I wasn’t born with a silver spoon but with  a golden fate to have him as my brother, a beautiful,brave, strong, wise soul as a present for this life…Isn’t he indeed made of great to have the concern, care and love for me ,his older, supposedly wise sister….

I can’t help but ponder over the things that drive him, was it my mom?Was it my dad? Or somewhere was it even me?

But then maybe, it’s just him from inside, the goodness, the positivity that he spreads, the goodness that harvests his heart,maybe he is just born that way, as one in a gazzilion time …

At the same time he taught me along the way,as a teacher….

To think for someone else rather to think of oneself

To give your everything to the people who matter for people remember your deeds not the expensive gifts

To share ,I’m not very good at that!

Over the years he has become even more great in my eyes…And at the end of the day,I’m grateful to have him in my life.


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The Little Guy From Your Heart

Moments there are ,weaving your story

A way of telling you ,

“This is how it will be, a life of struggle

This is all it was and will be, you are no exception”

But then there is a meek little guy

Voicing from inside your heart

Telling you to sail your own ship;hw

Never to bow your head to the unknown future.

To Create it on your way,

From the stones pelted,

From the dripping little dew drops,

 Don’t leave behind the dusty roads either,

For You will build your mansion with those,In there

Dream of your life, the laughs ,the peace

You will create them,Yes you Would IF

If you are brave enough to listen,

Listen to that little guy in your heart

He is true, residing so deep !

Reach out to him and he’ll hold you

With a promise to never let go….

                                     to never squash your dreams….

                                                to never let you lose yourself…..

In the life of doubt and fear

Go on, hear him once!

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A poem to motivate you – The Magnificent You

Answers are Immortal

The questions hide it’s answers

Awaiting our approach to decipher

Be it through her silent smile

Or his ghostly laughs

Be it in the crumpled papers

Or the bold Bonds

The answer hides in the infinite

May there be a way from conundrums

Let the answer show itself out.

From under the shackles of the universe,

It lies there,like a whimpering soul,


Praying to be found

Answers that go unnoticed

Answers that turn false due to ignorance

But faded not it’s existence

Travelling through the timeless era

Found,lost and again hidden,

Find them quick.

For you may turn into dust ,

But the answers are immortal,

Travelling through time and space…

And Maybe We’ll Be Friends Again

I thought of you as a friend

The one that showers love from heavenly end

Bliss are the moments spent with you,

Why not stay as the promised you

Despising you shall not make me bad

your tantrums are of such atrocity,

Your other shade was unknown of

Capable of ripping people off their homes,

You are no Robin Hood,

Forget not that,temperamental not your trait,


I love you when calmness prevail,

Oh dear rain,dare not do this again;

Hurricanes and floods make you look scarier,

The dark ghostly shade not yours,

Bring back the spring that flourished under your rein,

Vow to make them smile again

And maybe we’ll be friends again…

The Music Love

I Love to see your mood

To feel your smile

From the songs that you listen and nod,

From the tantalizing beats that make you smile.

If music could make you feel real

Then why contain yourself in that rusty shell

Earphones hidden under the layers of your hairs


The nonchalant smirk lighting you up

It’s time to break the cocoon

Clear your throat and sing like you
have never sung before

Let the world see the real you

Away from the conserved  shyness

Let the amazing you break the norms

Let the rhythms rule,

Winged with the beats that breathe.

Let the music hit the chord,

Love thyself, like it was always said!

And live the music humming in your heart…

When somebody tells me to be myself irrespective of the circumstances that I’m in and they pat my back saying that “you are perfect the way you are” those words are real music to me:)

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The Magnificent YOU

Longer seems the day.

With the tiny drops cluttering my way;

Rain has a reason for the downpour,

But heart has none.

There are the smiles so faked

like in portrait,I need too…

For the sane life that is to be lived.

But what is such a life ?

Where you smile for somebody else,

Cry not for thyself,

Run to reach the unknown shores.

Wading through the built-barriers

Live for yourself!

It’s time to unearth your goodness

If that be done, you’ll shine the world

With goodness and hope

So keep that beautiful smile

You are the best in a unique way,

The perfect you in all your imperfections,beautyquotes-on-beauty-quotesstack-nhpwdl45-e1423172313426

The Magnificent YOU.