The Pack

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Little things. Big outcomes.

Little things give us joys. Clubbed together, they make life seem more blissful and happy. These little things come together to make our life large. Larger than anything. There might be times when you're lying on your bed with your brain moving at the speed of million thoughts per second. You try to comprehend the intricacies of your life. Try and unsolve the puzzle of human existence. Try to find out the purpose of your birth. Little things lead to bigger ones. They provide you the push much needed now. Little things make you believe that we are not that selfish and that there is much to life than to just work for yourself.
Earth is a small planet in a system of a very average star in a small galaxy in a universe filled with millions of them. There is a reason we are where we are. Your little acts of kindness, accumulated, can create a huge difference. We are humans. We are selfish but ultimately, deep down we are governed by the rules of humanity. Small things, big outcomes.
You will be surprised to know that the thing which inspired me to write this was a little cold cup of joy that my lovely roommate and I had made for ourselves. The pure joy. Things might get hard on the way and you might get a little lost. But remember that little things will make you stand out from the crowd. Little things like you held on a little longer in a hard situation and it paid off. Little things like you helped a complete stranger and the joy it gave to your soul. Little things like that Cold Cup of Love( I am determined to make this 'a Thing'). Little things like that gust of air which plays with your hair and you are reminded by mother earth that you truly are beautiful and special. Little things like that little pat on the back for something good you did. Little things make a lot of difference.
I want to climb the terrace of the Girls Hostel of Dr. Ram Manohar Lohia National Law University and tell every soul that even though I am little, one day I'll grow out from this cocoon and become something that I always have been. Mother earth's own masterpiece. But I would rather not because I love the peace and quiet that the terrace brings me. Like my own little fort. With lots of Cold Cup of Love of course!!
The Cold Cup of Love!
The Fault In Our Stars.

Friday, 11 April 2014

A Wish To Turn Back Time

That pretty face
What once was mine
Has now gone for a battle divine.
I still remember
How young, a heart
Pays for someone else's crime.
I can't forget to forget
That precious smile
All with power when it shined
Turned all the creatures
Of the dark whine.
It's beauty poured into endless time.
How words cannot capture
The feelings behind
Those bright blue buttons
That were his eyes.
Teleporting joy undefined
From the vastness of space and time.
How I wish
To turn back the time.
Bring back the love
Which once was mine.
That innocence with powers,
That pretty face divine.
I wish to fly from the tower.
I wish to turn back time.

Road Trips and Much More!

Some years back, I made this trip to the city of Bhopal. I had read about it in my history books and desperately wanted to visit the place. So, I asked my dad if we could go. My dad, a person who loves travelling (rather my whole family, because travelling is what we have been doing all our lives) happily agreed because Madhya Pradesh was the place where he grew up.
We set course from Allahabad in our car. The four of us; my dad, my mom, my younger brother and me. 631 kilometers. In a day. Bam! My daddy coolest!
After the long and tiring journey, when we finally reached the city of lakes, we were so exhausted that we directly went to our rooms in the Army Station Mess. The Army Cantt. is a huge statio, established on a small hill with long roads, beautiful trees, flowers and pretty birds.

The next day, I asked my dad to take us to the zoo. Now, I know that I'm a grown up but you are never too big for a visit to the zoo. A trip around the city and it's lakes, one of Asia's biggest mosques, kings' palaces and then we were back to ground zero, the Army Mess.
I don't know if it is a bad habit or a good one but I can't stay at a place for a long time. After only two hours of touchdown, I wanted to go out again. My dad, being the loving and caring dad that he is, couldn't refuse his daughter's request so he took us out for a drive around the city. We went to a big temple and sat beneath the big tree in the verandah for hours, doing nothing but reflecting back on our lives. And we only went back to ground zero after me and my brother had had a tonne of ice-cream.

The next day was trekking day. We went to a temple on top of a hill. Boy, was it tiring. It took us hours to climb it. But then, a little exercise now and then is necessary. The temple was built inside a cave, a place important in the Ramayana period. The caves were full of beautiful creatures of the night: Bats! AND MONKEYS! Well, to be honest, I'm not really fond of monkeys (scary past experiences which I will elaborate upon in some other story some other time where a huge monkey took away my glasses from my face and I could't see! Mean Monkey). But there are some things which really touch your heart. Like a monkey mom fondling it's baby.

A mother is a mother. No matter from what species.

The linga.

The third day, we visited a huge Shiva temple, Bhojeswara, built in Bhojpur, named after the most celebrated ruler, Raja Bhoja. The temple is incomplete but houses one of the biggest 'lingas' in India. It was followed by a cool trip to Bhimbetaka. The site, an important one from the Mahabharata period, believed to be the shelter of Bhim and his Pandava brothers. The walls etched with primitive drawings tell us a beautiful story about our rich past.

The Bhojeswara Temple

Then came the awesomest day. The trip I was waiting for. The trip to Sanchi.Sanchi is about 40 kilometers away from the city of Bhopal. Set up amidst low hills, the majestic structure, one of the oldest and most important, was sanctioned by the great king Ashoka. All old demolished by invaders  and then revived and rebuilt by the Rajas and Begums of Bhopal. Such Beauty.

The Stupa.

The East Gate.

Bhopal is not only home to the Buddhists or the Hindus. The beautiful city of lakes also has one of Asia's biggest mosques and a huge Muslim population.
The sheer beauty of unity in diversity is visible in each and every simple aspect of this humble yet magnificent city.
We run. We escape. We try to look for peace of mind and love. We try. We try to make ourselves believe that we are running away in search of true beauty. But all we are doing is running behind a mirage of an ideal world. All the while, we close our eyes and run frantically, we are leaving behind what actually is true and beautiful. Beauty is not what you see on the outside. It is within. The peace and calm. The serenity. I have always found solace in the path and not the destination.

An old and worn out building will command better awe than a new one. Beauty does not lie in new things. But it dwells in the old, experienced, torn and worn out things which have witnessed the rise and fall of many kings and queens, all the ebbs and floods of the ocean vast, all the infernos and typhoons of the continent. Things which are eternal and as old as time itself. They are in the wrinkles on your mother's skin, who has seen you grow into a beautiful being. How much she has cared and now that she is old, how she knows everything. She is the ultimate solution of all the life's problems.

A beautiful sunset in the city of lakes. The great ball of fire, taking a bow, hides behind the great Sanchi Stupa.

And we're on to another city. But that story for some other time.