DuSky Dreams

Exams are around the corner…and I can't seem to feel any of the tension and confusion that grips so many others…especially my mother. No…not yet. Tension ill feel after the exams…and confusion after the results are declared. Now I feel serene…as serene as any poor lamb in 24 parganas…destined for sacrifice. I don't pray…for goats bleat, they don't pray…but I like to meditate like one...for believe me…goats DO meditate.

I'm rambling…I always do when I am on the rooftop and there is no one to listen to my gibberish.NO ONE…oh how I like this here!!!

As I stand here facing west…there is the historic hill of dhauli o the left…and a cool breeze carries the scent of ready sugar canes…from the fields that lie in between…it wont rain…the sky is calm clear and deep…for it is this time of the day when the sky is most moody…from cheery blue to velvety black. As you stand here and just see the hues change smoothly from lighter to darker…from tranquil to beautiful, how can u doubt God exists??And that he is not a painter??Trust me…the plain white dome of peace juxtaposed against a charred blue sky (for now) is a sight so bewitching that my eyes just won't move. They want to drink it all. But…

From my left to the right (and I am still facing the west…) along my house runs this road…which is the only connection 8 villages along the bed of the river dayanadi have with mainstream Bhubaneswar. It should be pretty busy right? Well when there are no tractors carrying produce or villagers huffing away on cycles (or recently lunas and mopeds)…there are these announcement vehicles...which are actually automobile three wheelers...improvised to carry an improvised speaker on top with an announcer seated inside to shout out the niceties of the newest jatra or family planning policy.sometimes there is also a girl to sing out jingles too…

Anyway…nobody is there on the road…it is empty. Alone…like me. With just a gangly tamarind tree for company…a glance beyond stills me…vast fields. Each with its own unique character…some sown…some harvested…some lolling with sprightly produce….all swaying in the wind (too far away for me to notice it…but I can imagine) and these ancient guardians of peepuls and banyans in between…scattered…standing lazily…like they have always done. Always. In the sun and in the rain…and in the chilling cold of winter…or scorch of the sun.Don't mistake their stance for fatigue or nonchalance. Its just that they have seen too much…been through it all …hundreds of times…throughout countless lives…because revolutions and old trees don't die…they exist.Always just out of sight. But there.

Meanwhile the tamarind tree bristles with life as some late travelers to the marshes make it the camp for night…but I don't dissect these majestic white birds with pearls of wisdom…no, I don't even notice them then. Because I notice that the tree somewhat clouds the view of what is certainly the best view of the sky I have seen in 24 hours.

Ah! What a view that is..! Lazy strokes of celestial gold hide bales of flimsy crimson cotton…and someone there lies the architect of it all….the sun. Where does this green come from? Is it a jade that has fallen from his chariot…is it the eye of one of his seven stallions? And this purple? ...certainly this is the hue of his royal standard..? I can see two dragons in the sky…caressing a dolphin which is posing mid somersault…slightly to the right, I can see the last vestiges of a celestial fight…what with dead horses and broken chariots….and I can see arrows that never reached their target…some with golden shafts (possible celestial) and others plain rusty red…like the destruction they imply. But the fight is on a different dimension…with a little concentration I can hear the sounds of battle too and as the sounds fade…I can almost see the victorious champion with his grim half smile...turn to his left and gallop to the sun…for his is the glory now, that the sun will bestow on him…but in a different world.because in this world…the sun is setting…because his chariot never stops.His stallions never tire…and he moves on to leave a crimson sky and two cheeky rabbits in it.or wait…one of them is a crocodile.

The skyline of bhubaneswar lies to my right(and I am still facing the west)but I don't feel like looking that way.. I am standing.Still. Unmoving. Watching the sky turn from red to purple to indigo…to finally that king of hues.

As I finally see the cranes tuck in for the night, I can hear my mum screaming from downstairs for me to come down and start studying. The early stars have started twinkling. They have woken early tonight…as the sky is clear. I think…do they enjoy the sight of evening so much as I do? for it must be morning for them …and their days are black and nights filled with light…there are more stars than I can count now…and so I start the trudge back to the books. But more than awe, I have this sinking feeling,this sense of terrible loss...thinking how many such blessed wintry evenings I have missed...

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I wrote this for someone...at a different time...in a different age...when we both believed differently...We still do...but times have changed.And now we Know...

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ThisEngaging

Marriages are not made in heaven.You will probably agree to this...or not...who cares??
You will marry anyway...So, with your permission, i will not ask you "why"...and delve deeper into the utterly questionable "how".
Romantically, It all started with "The Rape of the Sabine women" by Romulus, (please do refer hyperlink to remove certain misconceptions)in order to secure wives for the newly created state of rome and its prominently male population...Romulus gave them fair rights to refuse marriage and return to their home tribe but offered them equal rights as free men in his new city...Many centuries and laws later, today the same thing is carried out.
Commonly,

• men(strike 1) engage in courtship rituals tryin to woo a girl.
• men(strike 2) ask the girl out and they "go out"
• men(strike 3) propose...women decide...and a ring is what declares to the world...keep off guys, this girl's mine(or someone's).Imagine how much a man has to do...but more on that later...let's cut to the chase and look at engagement in india.

In india, it is usual for elders to look for spouses for their betas and betis...and decide on a proper spouse.Then comes the mind-boggling ritual of engagements...
i mean, when social no-no and peer pressure implies that you cannot break an engagement(all those "naak katna","sar jhookna", "mooh dikhane layak na rahna", fancy but sadly true), then why bother performing the utterly unnecessary task.
some say...

1. They might not be ready...arey, it is arranged marriage, sooner or later, the axe has to fall...why delay?i say,given the amount of pestering by "well-wishers" to marry a poor beta/beti(who cares?) , it is "relatively" easier to deal with a faster-aquired wife.
2. They might be studying...study then, why thoughts of marriage you lecherous idiot.Delay, belay whatever...(if you dont like the match)...otherwise if the pressure is too much(the girl/guy too irressitible), then why study? marry first...but why drag engaements inside?
3. They might want to know each other...must be fun, promising to marry the other and after a year of "betrothal", dude, let's move on...just doesn't happen..if you dont like the rope, don't sign up for hanging(no, there's no better analogy available.

What i am trying to say is...just look at the statistics...marriages are a multibillion dollar industry(Total earning from e-businesses in india is lesser), not surprising as 7 million indians take the plunge in a year.So india could save at least 1 billion cutting on these trifling engagements(no pun).
I dont rest my case, purely because, i know i have convinced no one.You want your big fat wedding and you want you big show-off engagement and you have always dreamt of "chat mangni pat byah"...
You wont listen to revolutionary new ideas like..."why mangni, just byah"(absolutely original, don't you think??)well, hope your bride/groom(who cares which??) is worth it.

RelationBoats

It is only human to wonder how unfair it is that some people are just the life of the party...and you are mostly like the appendix(sorry)...there but nobody knows why.

Why’s can be so irritating.why sometimes you are mad at something or someone and then you have to apologise.why the deadline always have to come closer.why the BIG meeting always overlaps the BIG date.or why the girl you like doesn’t believe in relationships.why the toast always lands buttered side down?oh i don’t want to even get into that...

The life of the party says that relationships are not really rocket science,but he doesn’t know does he?that they are pretty much like the football to Neanderthals like you(yes you read that right).The football minus even the other connotations the word provides.What is there in a relationship?

Not two people with each other(boy, thats like what they teach you in relationship kindergarten)...It is like a medieval jousting competition (at least in the beginning).You bump into each other,Get to know each other, you start to like each other, (this is where i drop the second person), and then i keep wondering...why?Why do i have to ruin all this practically perfect setting by wondering(apart from the why at the beginning of this thought) if it could be something else.

On a less sissier front, why bitch?- this is not the title of the latest sadomasochistic thriller by Hung Lo- but a exasperating thought that comes out of days and ights and pondering minutes listening to people bitch about each other, you know the way, oh thats great man((oh boy, doesn’t his tie suck!!))Not a tie no...i can give you better than this.but that’d be bitching as well!!i mean...how can bitching help some person overcome his/her hatred or dislike of another’s activities??and if it doesn’t and it doesn’t help him/her know what things irritate(ohk ill give you, playing dirty politics during CR elections), then what’s the point?AND WHY TELL MOI!! Do i look like some kind of bitcher’s pitcher(sorry)

i know it feels good to bitch about someone- get it out of your system...but "how much do you do it da?" It feels good to be cheap...but i think it is still good to talk to the actual person(and a lot quieter) keeps the feeling from maturing into hatred(i dont believe im saying this)...

Dear second person, there is no point talking about relationships that are past.and future relationships can be such a pain.and ..no wait, there is no present, this is the opportune moment for another of those delightful WHY’s. Because i believe, Things can always be set right, but the glue has to be perfect.And the glue can only come out of a non-negotiable value system.

You cannot wake up one morning and find yourself with the best wife, the hottest girlfriend(OR implied in some cases), the best best buddy, the coolest office colleague. Hell, you can’t even have a beatific room-mate.When it comes to bonding, you kind of have to rely on instincts.What say?

You are Neanderthal , remember?

PenElope

PenElope is not a name. It is an idea.Or rather...a rare medical syndrome...rather very much like that GrammarSticklers' Syndrome( courtesy - Lynn Truss).
PenElopers deal with loads of seemingly antisocial symptoms...

1>Disdain fr people
Who do not pronounce things correctly.
Who show an uncivilised disregard for etiquette.
Who are "cheap" in general.
Who are incorrigible.

2>Who have the tendency to slip into fascinating daydreams...every now and then...like when an exam is going on...or when some lecturer is delivering some important lecture...or when you have an exam the next day and you are supposed to be studying...trivial things like these...

3>Who have a love affair with writing...and all forms of well-delivered literature...

hence the term...Pen Elopers...

Given a chance..they would love to elope with the pen ...to some carribean paradise...where words will dance and punctuations play the music and the golden sun will spice up endless evenings of romantic writing...are you one of them...???