Me!

Its about more than two months now..blogging. I have visited many writings these while, and shared few. I have tried to understand reader’s choice. I am now realising to share my introductory. More likely because sometimes, I too do not understand my own self. I think, making an introduction would help me to introspect myself once more.

I Antra Mani, am just a student! ‘A student’,  in itself is the word containing a bunch of question..that I can’t accurately answer to. I am learning. What? Well, everything I can! ..as I mention, one should learn everything about something & something about everything“.

I am in last of my “Teenage”. I find it interesting to share that I was a SCIENCE student..and was preparing for MEDICAL. Well doctor’s mind hardly goes beyond the book! And my mind..ah..it always travelled far and far. So I wasn’t on the right track! Medical was something..I just wanted as an honourable job.But, then I realised to follow my excitation points..and I choosed to go for history and literature,  And choosed to live and try to let live the world with my writings!

Well, start of anything is never so easy..particularly in our Indian society. And it’s good, to find things hard..as it helps you to encounter truth of life.

Here, Parents, relatives and community, deliberately decides much of our lives. Luckily, being self-obsessed and obstinate work sometimes..and worked in my case.

Coming to BLOG. I decided to write blogs..I think, because, a thinker is empty without listeners.

I am not a mind blowing writer. As I said, I am just a student. It’s only about three months that I try to share whatever goes through this traveller mind.

Yes, I keep one motive. A motive of forming a nation full of “smart citizens”, rather than smart cities, with unaware citizens. Thus ,I prefer in my writings, ‘THE TRUTH’, which one should realise and remain far away from ‘THE SAYINGS’. I try to encourage or make you realise every important aspect where one should work. Be it, literacy or knowledge..fashion or trends..love..hate..or worship.

So, this was “NOT ALL ABOUT, but ME”.. driving on a new way. ‘New’ , but NOT ‘unknown’.

Hope, you all to be the passbyers, and I, to collect and share good memories, on this journey!

Heart’s nature, reflects ‘NATURE’

Find your match..

There exist the heart changeable like ‘CLOTHES’,      they are the hip-hop person,who entertains the most.                                                                                   From ‘good morning’s to ‘good night’, they are charged full.                                                                           Their lives take no worry..with variable choices, they are called ‘the cools’.                             They are never serious and honest..                      ..so, hardly ever complete any promise.

 

Second in my list, lie the heart with characteristics of H2O.                                                                       Make only friends, have no foes.                                   They mold themselves in accordance to situation,                                                                             taking advantage of time and people, is their thought and notion.                                                            They are not always cunning, may also be sweet and kind,                                                          Beware! Deal with such heart, with mind.

 

Comes next the unprectible heart as WEATHER..      seems cool now, and then can make you to shiver greater.                                                                   Pretends to be very serious and smart..              but simply, can’t easily gain any heart.       Unwantedly, you’ll feel the fear,                                better, in front of them, protective shields,one should wear.

 

Then there lie the least changeable heart like SEASON.                                                                              They have their particular and distinguished notion for every condition.                                   Very experienced and calm, the situational changes,they welcome and adorn.                                 Yes,can get violent, but are lovely as dawn.

 

Also there are found the persons with ‘ROCK-HEART’.                                                                            Have ‘no-change’ policy,                                                  their lives run in conspiracy.                                     Want the world to run on their conditions and terms..                                                                                          ..to others, they pay no concern.                        Gets weathered with time and never gets whole-hearted love and wariness..                       ..ultimately, all they gain at end is loneliness.

 

Life and Town

The day was yesterday, when I saw a bungalow house.                                                                            Huge enough, painted new;                                          but it could hardly attract only few.

The arch above the gate, was beautifully architeched.                                                              Boundaries were full with adorable light-lamps.     I stared and inspected things,                                  tried my best, and could find no laugh..but chills.

I noticed tall trees, green enough and shady.        The garden, full of bloomed flowers..                        but my eyes were trying to search any butterfly within the garden herb..                                                I also could not hear the bird’s chirp.

The marble floorings and wall tiles,                      amazed me for a short while.                                        I recalled me back from the distracting carpet, leading towards the door..                                         and stood still to get any clue;                                   of ‘chit-chats’ and talks,                                           but what I confronted was, only hue.

I opened the door and found an amazing interior!    Then, beside the furnitures, I noticed the photos in frames..

..ah! Moments trapped in glass. And hanged on wall..looked so lame.                                                      The bungalow was a huge piece to show..                     ..with no buzz, only emptiness, spreaded wide.       I didn’t feel any happiness inside!

STORM

There occured a knock on my window panel. The familiar one, I recognised. Had ‘it’ knocked to wake me up and once again realise my power..?

I looked through my window. My struggling eyes saw an empty polybag, enthusiased enough, was trying to escape above the sky.

Yes, I recognised, that was ‘it’. The army has rebelled, I found.

The smaller ones, who lied beneath  foot were rising up, were flying..and soon spreaded all around. The dried leaves, with loosened identity, suddenly have got a new turn and are now allive.

Then I saw those prosper holdings, and delightful lights, fightning hard to remain static. A wealthy tree, even, was unable to resist itself.

I took a deep breathe and smiled bright, under the dull sky.  Putting on my pen, I said, ” it’s our time”

Until when can one stop any..? SILENCE REBELLS, whenever STORMS arrive in environment or in life!

 

TOY STORY

Reading the title, many of you must’ve deviated to ‘John Lasseter’s’ ‘Toy Story series’. Yeah, amazing creation it is. But I am not going to make an analysis upon, or discuss on the same. I am here, memorising my own “toy story”.

Its not that I don’t confront my toys now. Some of them, which are still in a good position, still are the charm of show cases. And few others, lie behind in wardrobes and attic.

Diwali is about to arrive. A great Indian festival! But I am finding more interest in talking about my toys. Since, it is this DIWALI, when every year, small or big ‘home-renovations’ are done. It is then, when all my toys are gathered, for cleansing.

Once in a yr., I touch all my toys and look at them, trying to find, “are they alive still?” “Are they trying to speak to me something?”. I try to memorise their names. I feel sorry, if sometimes, name of any doesn’t comes easily to my mind.

I am foolishly smiling, memorising all the stories, I and my elder brother used to create for our play.. All the characters, heroes & villains..! Becoming a writer, perhaps, is a choice. But, in childhood, every child, I think are amazing story creator!

Now, when I am memorising, ah! I am wanting to take revenge from my brother. I remember, he always used to become “the servivor”, ” the hero”. And  used to persuade me to become “a ghost” or ” a bad -soul”. Thus, our play always ended with my end.

But, beautifull those days were !

I don’t remember exactly, what are the things, I did a day before. But, the childhood or the “toy stories” are still as living, as this very moment..

Remembering the beautiful relation of Lovehood..we share…!

Remember your love ones..what you thinking..? Go and give them a grand hug. It will say everything…

 

Those eyes, I couldn’t ever glare                                       Even when they were continuous to stare.

The smile, which whenever is worn..                               ..A tear of satisfaction, my eyes adorn.

When one of us caught in hive..                                     Oh! How the other arm is always open wide.

From being the ‘most INTERESTING’..to the ‘most IRRITATING’ friends                                                        We share joy, sorrow, mischief and trends.

Ah! We can get distinction in giving expression, excuse, suggestion and notion.                                        ‘Sudden war’ and ‘sudden lust’ appears in “love emotion”.

‘Impatience’, ‘Insecurity’, ‘Imbalance’, are the signs of DEVOTION.                                                               Hope, it never fades with life’s motion.

The dream we grow, needs “OUR combination”.           To the question of success, ‘WE’ are the solution.

What I lived with you, is just a dot..that has to form a whole line                                                                 I wish in my mind, heart, day and night, you FOREVER Shine!

Here promises your ‘bestie’,                                  After death we’ll again be together as “ghosties”.

 

My eyes once more wants to swipe tears..

..Precious! I wish your smile spread forever, everywhere.

Oh! Let me cuddle you..                                  Remembering the beautiful relation of LOVEHOOD, we share..!

 

RUST

Everybody is familiar to the term “Rust”. You might are familiar to the common ‘iron rust’ as- Fe2O3.nH2O, or known to the ways that prevents it.

But, you are not aware to the above title-“RUST”.

 

I remember, it was this same month, October, two years back when I was in 12th grade. One of my teacher, helpless about his ‘mood swings’, called me RUSTED-MINDED. Mentioning the whole incident would form a story in itself. But, I would like to mention that, few days after, he said to me SORRY for the same.

Not a “bad student” I have ever been. So, sometimes or other this thing, this word passes my mind, and reminds me a “not too good memory”.

It is this incident that compelled me to notice the RUSTS. And now I am feeling great full to the incident!

RUST

When you pass by and see those rusted bridges and railings, do u wait a while and stare it’s beauty? It holds so many stories from ages.

The rusted articles, they aren’t new. They are OLD. They try to depict you all the different weathers and calamities they have seen. All the people, they met, who disliked or admired them.

It says, ” it is the ‘ immense experience, ‘benevolent thoughts’ and ‘knowledge’ that has formed a layer upon it, to which you call RUST!”

A blunt object as a ‘BLUNT MIND’, can’t spread any thing. But, a RUSTED ARTICLE, when rubbed, spreads around its ‘ POWER’ ( knowledge, thoughts and experience). Such power can be moulded or can be reformed in anyway to be served in good. Thus is Painted or Polished.

There is no need to polish an ‘UnRusted Article’. But a RUSTED ARTICLE can be made beautiful and given new looks anytime, because it holds POWER.

 

Ah! How good the life of RUST is..and what an amazing experience, it shares.