The Feeling of Falling in Love…

Life has multiple colors that create vibrant patterns. We always misinterpret the patterns while living in the illusions of interpreting them to suit our requirements. These are called the illusions of hallucinated mind which ensembles thoughts, creates forethought and scrambles all the randomness of mind. This life my dear friends are called as being in the feeling of infatuated love. The feelings sometime create the delusional patterns which we often fail to live with.

Am i being way too technical…? I am sorry, let me mellow down a bit and explain.
When does one feel he has been hit by love? Is it when you stand by your gate and she passes you by or is it when we think it’s a dream and a voice breaks your dream knocking the door to your mind and the voice is her? Nevertheless one can’t predict the entry of love into another’s mind; it’s like being an insomniac. We only realize half way the sustainability of it. Not sure if it’s true but the feeling of love hitting is very surreal and momentary. We just tend to move into the flow of these moments and perhaps do most minute things which the world feels most stupid, sometimes the world is right but do v care though, its life actually it’s when love hits you.
Sometimes, during a flight journey, we might have some amazing girl who we would have been adoring since we entered the airport and to our luck, she ends up being the person sitting next to you for a couple of hours. We would never perhaps strike a conversation with her till the pilot announces that the flight is about to land. Sadly in the few minutes, we tend to understand the importance of the striking similarities between both of them, but it is too late. The flight lands, she moves her way and we would move ours cursing the time and fate… “Why on earth didn’t I speak to her through the journey?” These are some patterns that really create a dilemma in mind.
The feeling of falling in love as explained to me by a lot of people who for god knows why tend to seek advice from me, can be summed as nothing more than the thirty seconds of fame that they try to show off over the fairer sex. Not that I am a great motivator that I can render advices on this issue, but when I tend to take a balanced view, I realize that it’s not love but it’s the feeling of falling in love which makes a different viewpoint. Some people try telling instantly say at 13 when they are not mature of the age and later regret not having told the same at the correct time and some try telling the same thing then never tell their lady love of the feelings and wait for a response which perhaps may never come or some like to express more than a million times despite being ignored a billion times. Someone I know actually came to me and expressed the feeling of falling in love which I thought is somewhere close to what might be called as the most potent feeling.
“The eclipses thought me the way to live, the experience of falling in love. I would not know if feeling the cold breeze is love or thinking of her hours after she has left but the feeling of her fragrance all around makes me to think her importance in my life. Wish i could say things but when she is around i just cannot look into her eyes and express my heart because i never want to make her sad. Or rather being selfishly… Never want to get out of the feeling of falling in love”
Well… it’s a very difficult allegory. They say in law that time is the essence of the contract… I would say time is the essence of falling in love. Let me take the liberty to explain this fact. We all live in a lifestyle where we look at having a girlfriend at an age which is like the 16 and 17s. without realizing most of the times that this is not really the pathway to falling in love but more of a status symbol to have some girl to hang around with. Nothing wrong perhaps because I am sure though I may be criticized, but I believe that the fairer sex also would agree to the same. Once I stumbled into someone who explained the feeling of realization of his love. He said and I quote:
“At 17 when I first fell in love i really didn’t know what I was getting into. I didn’t even know if it was love. I think it was more of need to have a girlfriend funny but true. Lot of things changed lot of learning were accumulated and when the sunshine got over it also hurt the most. I cried the whole night. It perhaps was the first sense of loss. Today when I think of it i laugh at myself on how i misunderstood love. It’s almost a decade now, but I guess it’s true, u can never forget your first love. I learnt the importance of losing someone I learnt how easy it was to find love but how difficult was to maintain relations. She used to call me peach I still wonder why! We fell in love in less than 48 hrs. Moments spent together at a bus stop or the coffee shop, the first hug the anxiety to meet in person someone who I had only met online can never be forgotten for they were the tender moments that I remember to make me smile. Sometimes mind does think of her and feels lonely among people but time is the dressmaker. She came she gave me happiness and even before I cud reciprocate she vanished. Even today sometimes a teardrop escapes the eyes thinking of her but in love and not in anguish. I think I understood love after we parted ways”
Sometimes, when even before we realize what has happened, life takes a very wild turn, and most of us live in the agony of that wild turn, rather than moving on.
Maple leaves dry and lay on the ground awaiting their destiny, wind blows and they fly to towards unknown. Some far, some near some vanish with the sands of time. Nostalgia remains that they gave shade and calm… But when we realize… Nor the leaves neither the wind exist. What exists is the defiant illusion of mind which we use and try to convince that we were the champions. We often fail to understand the value of what is around us until we lose it. To give an example, we often fight with our loved ones and sometimes we weigh our egos higher than relationships and we end up breaking the ties which were perhaps meant for a lifetime or may be more than a lifetime.

I walked the pathways of profound eternity…
Looking all around for the one who could seed my life…
I wandered like a nomad…
Looking for the unknown who I had only felt…within;
From fogbound hills to the green pastures in shining sunshine…
From the dream of closed eyes to the illusions and hallucinations of open minds,
I had the realizations… of a life time….
Today I realized what distances meant because…
Though you were beside me I felt you were far.
Today I realized why words once not spoken should never be spoken because
Every time i thought of saying i felt the fear of losing you
Today i realized how close you were to me because
When you left, I stood to see you vanish from my sight
Today I realized how beautiful were the moments spent with you because
I cherish every second of it when I think of you
Today i realized what you mean to me because
I look at the mirror and I see the reflections of you
I yearn for you because
The feeling of falling in love begins and ends in you!!!

Hope this piece brings the feeling of falling in love…

Happy reading!!!

Warning and Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are based out of reality of people who related or unrelated to each other at some point of time. Though this is made to look like a piece of fiction, any resemblance of characters, whether living or dead or otherwise may actually be true… and of all you know they might be living inside you.

Love can be magical… but magic is just an illusion… Still wanna fall in love????

Acknowledgments
This piece is very random, yet special because it’s sometimes these random thoughts that make me to write some of these pieces. Special mention to my Cousin, Raji for making me read her latest piece on her blog and inspired me to write again.

I was at a coffee shop waiting for one of my friends when I came across a kid trying to run behind a butterfly and attempting to catch it. this caught my attention because of several reasons, one of them being we all remember doing something as crazy as that apart from the fact that we all in lives run behind such beautiful creatures without realizing whether we would be able to catch them or not. The only difference is that the butterfly becomes a metaphor and life the kid!
This is as magical as it seems yet it is an illusion that can last perhaps for more than a lifetime. We all are butterflies to some and kid to others… what matters though is if we made a mark on the person’s heart and if so how magical was it?
As the breeze makes the curtains fly…
The fragrances of the wet mud can be felt;
Sound of the raindrops falling on the ground…
As the leaves produce the profane melody;
Standing on the terrace of my house
Relishing the rain and the darkness of thunder…
Droplets just wash my face…
Reminding me of the moments of my profound love;
I just walk through a nostalgic journey…
Called the illusive pathway of bliss…
The rains down poured that day too…
As I saw her holding a sheet of plastic
…With a subtle fear of vindictiveness
She portrayed the nobility that was divine;
Long wet hair and droplets rolling down her face…
Struggling to cover her from the invading rain;
Suddenly she ran across the road…
And I saw her half drenched… walking towards me;
A cold fear just suppressed me
And the lightning struck;
Followed by the glorious thunder…
I had drowned into the medley of dreams…
Never did I realize… what had happened
For she has held my hand in pious fear
As she skidded down the swamp of mud;
A “Thank you” in a very sweet voice still mingles in my ear…
When I remember her simplicity;
The bodom rain was never to stop
Our eyes had contact for one electric moment…
By the sounds of the romantic thunder…
Conversations started over some random thoughts…
For once time had taken a back seat…
Nearly five hours later the clock cynically struck ten;
I had found love finally…
Perhaps I had realized her divinity in existence;
For then we bid good bye…
With a promise to meet again…
…The breeze hits me again… as I feel her scarf covering my face…
To realize even years later…
She stands beside me holding my hand…
And the thunder strikes…
She hugs me
Then the downpour takes place…to communicate the love that we patronize…

Today is the oldest you have ever been and the youngest you will be ever again! Yet, the love still would remain magical though coupled with illusion; A thousand words may never bring you back, I know because I tried and a thousand tears may never bring you back, I know because I cried though, A relationship is like standing on wet cement. The longer you stand more difficult to leave and even if you leave, you leave a footprint behind the question that remains is would you ever want to leave, where your footprints are deeper than the love that you patronize itself? When this question is asked to the conscience, the answer that the conscience gives is that it’s about the feeling of being felt… and eventually, the greatest gift you can give to the special someone is TIME. It’s like you are giving a portion of your life that you can never bring back.

The feeling is magical… it’s like an illusion…
Still wanna fall in love…???
Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing and love ends when you stop caring so always dream, believe and care… because the best way to tell someone that you love them so much is when you look at them for one moment and cant shop smiling or the rest of the day…

Disclaimer: There are three C’s of life: Choice, Chance and Change. One must first make a choice to take a chance otherwise your life will never change!

Teachers who made a difference to my life!

Acknowledgements
We all look for some role models in life and we always wish either we would always become like them or we would never like to be like them. The choice is obviously ours. This post is a dedication to all my teachers because of whom I am what I am today. A great and a BIG THANKS to all of THEM! Seriously…!
Now the post begins…
To begin with this post is not a typical romantic post which has been a trend for quite some time. This post will talk about why certain people in my life need a mention and a journey… that has changed me a lot. In the process of writing this post, I might end up writing a small anecdote of my life but I think it’s important given the context.
0 to 5 years…
The FIRST TEACHER in anyone’s life is their parents. A great deal goes in being a parent. It’s not a joke to be a mother or a father especially if their son is like me. My parents have struggled a lot to bring me up (I am not talking financially). For a son who was so much aggressive and hyper-active and a very difficult individual to bring up, my parents should be awarded. I still remember days when my mother would struggle to make me sit and make me do a task and I would either finish it really fast or would never do it because I was least interested. But my parents never lost the hope on me or never did they give up on me. It’s because of their support that I have crossed all the troubles and I have reached a position where I can take this opportunity to thank them.
When I walked into a play school I still remember certain distinct people whose life I made a hell if not less. Be it the girls whose hairs I tied to the chairs or the teachers who despite trying their level best to teach me what was A and B I never let them down in realizing that it’s high time they gave up teaching me! And I would go back home and cry to my parents that I would not go to school because that teacher threatened to hit me with a wooden ruler (though I would concede that I reciprocated the same gesture) and I would rather prefer to go to our village Serangulam and rear the cattle. Well I guess my cattle rearing dream still remains 
Moving forward, as I moved to Lower Kinder Garden (LKG) I guess I remember all my teachers trying their level best to make me write and when I say make me write literally make me write. My mom still preserves the notebook of mine which has the word Postman written through the whole one page in the most illegible manner. Irrespective of any language I wrote, I think I was legibly illegible I am sure of that. I can vouch for this fact because when I met one of my UKG class teacher when I was in my high school and I wrote my address and I gave her she for one was shocked to see the piece of paper and say this cannot be your handwriting for Christ’s sake I can read this! My days in UKG determined a much better feat where I went up to an extent of matching words to fill the blanks I actually matched “ If you have flu take bath in Cold Water” which was magnanimously embraced for giving me an F by my then class teacher. I don’t blame them for what they did because they had their own ways of teaching me things which I learnt over a period of time. The proof of it is that I am able to write this blog with alphabets correctly in the requisite order.
Childhood days are always fun and we are also very chilled out in living it perhaps that’s why we relish and miss it too but ever wondered that we never forget most of those precious moments or our teachers who have made it so wonderful.
5 to 12 years
Since I have changed over 7-10 schools in my whole school life, I can proudly say that on an average I have encountered many teachers who made a difference at least to my classmates if not me! We all grow up and we all tend to get casual and rebellious and this is the age when we all look up to our teachers and say… who the hell are you to ask me I know what I am doing! I guess it’s a part of growing up. My next set of teachers who would perhaps never like to associate me as their student would be my class teacher from grade 3 and 4. I would have made more sentences with this amazing character “ Surajmal” for some reason I don’t know but I was at my irritating best to do that and every parents teacher meeting, the teacher would have two complaints… he talks a lot in the class and he ensures that irrespective of whatever subject it is… “Surajmal” features everywhere. Today if I think in retrospect I am amazed how I made a science or geography answers with that word. I guess it’s just a way I managed. When I moved to grade 5 and 6 it was a very different scene. I was in a school where most of my classmates were from strata of the society which made me to realise the value of money, the concerns of life and abuses also. Teachers were very different… there was no more pampering… no more cuddling. Days in
DTEA were very different. I would keep certain teachers to very high regards because, even after 10-12 years of me getting out of that school when I met them, they remembered me as the most notorious student that the school ever had. Be it blasting crackers outside the principal’s room during Diwali or throwing paper planes in the class, never did these teachers reprimand and ridicule the essence of their existence. They would have made me write more notes than any other student made me to stand outside the class most of the times but always they stood by me whenever I was going for a Painting competition and getting laurels for the school.
13 to 18 years
This is a time of life when friends play a very key role. The types of teachers also change. We look for teachers in every person who would teach us something more exciting. We often make mistakes in indentifying what is good or bad for us and that might land us into trouble. Definitely my biology teacher would remember me for making her loose sleep for several days and making her temporarily a psycho by putting a frog inside the attendance register which jumped onto her lap and made all fun.
To a great extent the educational institutions and our teachers are responsible for it as well. They are responsible because this is the age when most of us are subjected to comparison by the noblest professionals of the society without realizing how it might psychologically affect a student. I am not criticizing the teachers here but I am just trying to make a point because somewhere I was also a major victim of this. The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires. There are few who inspired, a few who demonstrated some who explained lot of them told… “Please get out you don’t deserve to be a student”. Firstly I would like to thank all those who told me to get out because if it was not for them, I would not have got the aggression to become what I am today. Their criticism made me stronger and rebellious to retaliate back to them by way of understanding the essence of learning. Secondly I would like to thank those who explained why I was not fit for certain things because no one is a self educated person to know what one actually is capable of. Thirdly I would thank those who demonstrated because they really demonstrated their ability to bring me back to track from where I was headed to. And finally those of you teachers who inspire me… you all know why I look upon you to be like you!
The College Days
Once we move from the floor of school to college education, we feel we have broken free. Well actually we don’t break free we learn more things and we also learn to be more responsible. In a college level, we all have teachers some of them are visionaries… “A master can tell you what he expects of you. A teacher, though, awakens your own expectations” and that’s what a college professor is supposed to be doing. Satisfaction levels of what is taught is a very relative term but very highly abused also. One of my students rightly or wrongly wrote a quote in my exam paper which is a part of my other blog post too but I would like to quote it in the right context here… “With great power comes great responsibility” indeed it does because it’s the power which is often most abused by all of us being students without realizing our responsibilities to the society and what we owe to it.
There are a few college teachers that made a great difference to my life from my law school days till my business school and beyond. I don’t remember being a great student in my college days either except that my handwriting had improved to a great extent. I am sure my political science teacher or my history teacher would be cursing me for writing the most inchoate answers ever possible filling in not only irrelevant details but also writing utter nonsense. But we realize the value of what we write only after we get marked for it. I remember making caricatures posting it on college bulletin boards, writing poems in class and making fun. I am sure all my law school classmates cannot forget my adventures with the economics class in 2nd semester. But I must tell you that today the same subject that I hated the most is the most quoted subject by me in any public discussion! I would like to thank that teacher for actually making me love that subject by whatever ego hassles she created that day.
A walk in Malshej Ghat with someone who I owe a great deal for 2 hours after my business school orientation program made me realise why I would get into media management. Someone rightly says, the experiential education comes mostly outside the classroom and this walk is always something I would remember because that teacher taught me how to reach and realize my dreams. Not all students are fortunate to have such great inspiring teachers in life. I am sure though that when we grow up during our college days, we become more analytical and our mind questions every element. Sometimes we are cursed by our teachers not to ask stupid questions also… but stupidity is relative. Just because some of us are slow in understanding, does not necessarily mean we are stupid. This is a virtue of very few teachers and I am very fortunate to have some of them. We all encounter strict teachers, easy teachers, random teachers but we all remember them for some reason or the other. Either we mimic them or mock them or have fun at their cost, but we always cannot do without them in life. Just like a teacher would say they would remember either good or bad students for what they are, similarly, we students will also remember good and bad teachers.
When tables turn…
I’ve come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element in the classroom. It’s my daily mood that makes the weather. As a teacher, I possess a tremendous power to make a child’s life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or humour, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated and a child humanized or de-humanized
Well the reason I say when tables turn is because, today I am a teacher and when I stand on the other side of the classroom, I realise what I owe to the society. I also realize what all students do, rather what all I have done during my learning days, and how I casual I have been in a classroom. I think is a phase in everyone’s life that makes all the changes. We all learn in different ways and patterns. I don’t know if I have ever done justice being a teacher because no professional’s moral character is questioned except of a teacher because it’s a teacher who educates a society unlike an individual who interacts. We all have teachers all around and we have a lot of learning that we may generate in our lives. There have been occasions where my teaching by abilities have been questioned but to be honest it’s a sign that I need to learn from feedbacks on how continuous improvement needs to be done being a teacher. I also realise though I have been a very notorious student, all my teachers have had the perseverance to ignore my stupidities to make me an able person in the society. The role of all my teachers who have scolded me or ridiculed me or compared me actually have had their own ways to tell me why I deserve better in life. Today when I teach, I have evolved my own ways to deal with situations which might seem out of the box or what should have been the way if I was thought I would have become a better individual, but nevertheless, given the limitations and given the situation, I must say that my teachers who have taught me have definitely made a difference to my life when I look back today. I don’t know if any of my students will ever feel that but I am sure, that someday, when I look at myself in the mirror I would feel proud that I also did the same thing what my teachers did to me.
Few Last thoughts…
My due apologies that I have perhaps written this way too long and have bored most of my patrons, but I must take this opportunity to thank all my teachers who made a great difference to my life some of them are in touch with me some in the heavens above but every teacher in life matters no matter whether that person was good at the time when he/she was teaching or not because today what we are is because of their deeds, if they were good they were in appreciation to your deeds, if they were bad… they were just wanted us to know that life is not as easy as we think it is and if you are able to cross this huddle your experience book will have one more page added to them.
HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!
A dedication to all my teachers and students

Butterfly Kisses…

I was sitting alone on the banks of a lake. The beauty of the surroundings was very surreal. Long trees, beautiful calm lake, distant hills casting shadows on the lake and few birds chirping away to glory. The only sounds that could be felt were the musical notes of nature. As my eyes look around I also see a broken uprooted tree which has fallen around one of the secluded corner dry and sturdy yet looking very pretty given the scenic.
I closed my eyes… and a tear just fell down in to the river. Small ripples big turbulences in the heavy heart and soon they vanished too!
The notes of music seem to haunt my ears… as I see her taking her solitary walk by the river side… I can only admire her from a distance because that’s how distinct she is to me. I cannot really explain the feeling of that music; a sudden breeze hits me with a familiar fragrance of innocent love. My mind asked a self explanatory question… is that breeze intended for me? As I close my eyes to feel the fragrance…
She taps my back… making me feel the most special person on this earth. Here is what I feel by her benevolence towards me.
For every day you I see you walking towards me…
Blessing me with the liveliness of life,
It’s a day as I would call it
If you would smile and talk to me,
For my love is full of dreams
And you are the inspiration to live,
How beautiful is your mere presence…
As it’s something for which I desire…
Like is a whole new ideology so sensitive
But as I see you… my definition changes,
My dawn is dedicated to you
For it raises just for you,
I don’t have words to express your beauty
As your eyes hold a whole world within…
For tomorrow you may leave me…
But remember you will always remain within me!!!

But remember you will always remain within me!!! For I know that I have always had the perseverance to wait for you…

She holds my hand… a butterfly flies around… she looked at the butterfly… looked at me… took my hand close and brushed her eyelashes on the hand and laughed…with her hair going back and forth and said… that was just a butterfly… I made you feel it…and it was called the butterfly kiss! When I hold her close… I look into her eyes… and all I can feel are certain thoughts. Hope I do justice using the words…

The smile on your face springs up the blossoms of many lives
But the cries that stay within… can be read too;
Though the tears of gloom are not visible
But felt only by those who stay close to heart…

Never hide your emotions deep within
For…they will live forever…
Express your thoughts from the glory to gloom
As life will salute your efforts for living it…

Ups and downs in life stay forever
But disheartened thoughts make them a tocsin…
Of the inherent danger… that’s waiting ahead….
For them not for the fact that you exist but live up to it!

Words will not be a gateway to the down
But if implemented… even the darkness will seem incandescent
As close eyes just give the power to dream
But open eyes have the power to make them come true…
Thanks for always being there with me whenever I needed you…

Over my dejections and my sadness… wiping my tears she told me a story in poetry which made me to realize how beautiful life is…and why every moment is worth that moment because it’s that moment that makes the several moments to come. She leaned on my shoulder and then that moment followed…
Beautiful as she looked like a bud
Blissful was she; when she became a flower,
Carefully was she plucked by the hands of love?
But was crushed by the tocsin called life…
Tears of gloom and the agony of pain
Shadowed over the petals of softness
The cries were suppressed within…
And the ambitions… in the dark corners of brain;
Life had desires of reaching the zenith of the sky,
Though the powers were vested within,
But fire needs a spark to begin
For diverse thoughts fix the capabilities and limits…
Perhaps a flower was crushed by the life
But the dew over the dawn has the power
To relocate the glory of the ideology
That people call “reprise”
Similar are the patterns of life
For you may be a crushed flower…
And the almighty pours the dew everyday…
Explore it… for it will lead you to live up to your expectations

A dedication to those who feel life never gave them an opportunity to live!!!

Signboards in the Roads of Life!

We all aspire to live a life that we have never been bestowed with. In other words we all try and live an alter ego of our inner self and most of the times, fail miserably. Life’s patterns often become like the hard hitting dry leaves that fly perhaps to nowhere when the wind pushes them. The whole ideology of how to conquer oneself somewhere starts to weaken. Observe the shadows of the leaves on the roads… they look so sharp at times and sometimes they are very hazy… the patterns are never same nor is the disparity in living in our alter egos.

The river flows as its distained for. Similarly the life moves as its distained for. Like the river never asks what the course it has to take is, we also never are distained to question ourselves on what path to take, we can at most only decide on the possible stopovers which are also very rare. Arguably, though, these stopovers are those which eventually become either the lakes, or the tributaries which we cherish in life as our saviours and also life givers to millions.  But I have a question here… why are stopovers on the pathways of life so haunting that they with their magnetic force tend to pull you towards them? Would you ever change the course of the flow?

This is one question that I would like to address today. It’s been quite a while since I have been getting the feeling of being struck at the stopover. The stopover seems to be the hidden desires of my life or perhaps the unfulfilled dreams of my life. These stopovers as we pass by at times push you back into nostalgia of the past which is more traumatic then the stopover itself. The whole idea behind the context is to identify the means to get over them or how to live with them. Life for me unlike others has always witnessed a lot of such stopovers. Some of them channelized me to go through certain admirable pathways and some of them took me to the caves of the unknown from where exit is very difficult. Nevertheless having travelled this far and still flowing… there are some of the stopovers that have given me the strength to flow fiercely but I would also like to share some of the stopovers that are like the not determinable zone in a probability problem i.e. stopovers of certain nature that are very difficult to assess.

How does it feel when we lose the most precious of things, that we are very emotionally attached? Some of us cry, some of us look for similar things, some of us think it’s the end of the world and few of us move on and really care a damn. My next question is what if you had the control over it from not letting it go? Well… the answer changes here because our conscience finds it very hard not to blame the self but inadvertently, it ends up doing it. Frankly there’s nothing wrong, it’s a psychological trait, but going beyond all this, over a period of time the mundane mind tends to forgo these thoughts and moves on. What can be called as the colossal trouble here is what if you are at any point of time remained of the helm of affairs that resulted in such loss? The mundane mind suddenly gets excited to think about the pros and cons of the whole issue… it’s a stopover.

Precious things that I have lost cannot really be called as things as emotional bondages are intangible but never the less the aforementioned questions do boomerang in the mind which results into a total chaos within. The more I think of them the more I get confused, the more I discuss the more I discover. As they say… distances teach the measure of preciousness of certain beings, distances have taught me that such stopovers have a lot in their presence and it often like a blank centre stage that is looking for a speaker to takeover and preside over. At the same time I remember Murphy’s Law… “If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong” here  in this case, knowing very well that certain soul searches will always crash land… sorry will crash and then might land in hell, I still chose to take them over… for once I rejoiced like a kid but later I had no rejoices left and by the time I realized neither was I a kid nor was I in a position to undo things because cherished people most of the times never get it and destiny makes it so obvious to give it to someone who perhaps deserve better.

Sometimes certain stopovers are like waterfalls… smooth flowing river… totally unaware of what’s bestowed for it ahead… a steep fall… some splashes and then… life moves on… one such stopover is destiny towards cherished moments of tender love… I am sure most of us go through this phase in life and we always blame it on destiny without assessing what is actually happening is scripted by our past rather than a live telecast!

For example “she came…never predicted life would see such a steep fall… I moved on… never found her again… but suddenly now… I see her down the memory lane… the same shiver runs through the mind again… unknown is that unspoken love… unknown are those tender hands that want to hold me… but I don’t know what is ahead of me… whether it’s another fall or the forever smooth pathways leading to the ocean… yet the feeling of the hands holding me make me feel… out of the world to such an extent that I start a wonderful dream and wish, the dream never ends… The rain drops had started to fall swiftly on the rooftop of the country house. It was a dusky evening which had lost almost all the charm of the dusk. With the familiar cup of coffee and a company of you, I was totally drowned in the feeling of the raindrops. I can’t really explain the feeling. It’s so wonderful, holding your hand and sipping the hot cup of coffee. You like a kid playing with the raindrops, and dancing with joy.

Some of the feelings just remain a dream because in reality, we only crave for them. As I open by eyes I just see the distant waters and the clear skies. What remain are your thoughts… in my heart.”

There are times when one ends up meeting people who are very different from others. So different that we start idolizing them to be what we could become. In other words they invade our super ego. I know this might sound a very psychiatric way of telling that they basically take over our minds, but nevertheless we can’t really help it. They are the ultimate stopovers who start haunting… who start to live their lives within us…

I never knew when I got invaded by her…

By the time I realized… I had changed…

She was the stopover on my pathways to life…

Who changed the course of my path…

Which I search even today…

I don’t know if I was right in stopping over…

But the feeling blemished me so much…

I wished I never came out of it…

Closed are the eyes filled with tears…

Beautiful are they for the piousness they possess…

No delusions or fruitful desires,

Yet a small ray of hope… attached;

A smile of glory is evident…

For someone special is entering the life…

The rains of love are mingling again…

As it’s a big relief from the inherent pain and agony…

Since the unexpected reunion brings the blissful thought,

Of love life and enchanting Incandescence

For the dreams were filled in the tears…

And now they seem to come true perhaps forever…

A drop of tear united into the river… the ripples formed…

And stayed as a smile forever!!!!

Longing Promises…

She held my hand… perhaps one last time with a promise that she would come back to me some day when it would be appropriate. It’s been over 27 years now and I still live in her remembrances…
As the breeze makes the curtains fly…
The fragrances of the wet mud can be felt;
Sound of the raindrops falling on the ground…
As the leaves produce the profane melody;
Standing on the terrace of my house
Relishing the rain and the darkness of thunder…
Droplets just wash my face…
Reminding me of the moments of my profound love;
I just walk through a nostalgic journey…
Called the illusive pathway of bliss…
The rains down poured that day too…
As I saw her holding a sheet of plastic
…With a subtle fear of vindictiveness
She portrayed the nobility that was divine;
Long wet hair and droplets rolling down her face…
Struggling to cover her from the invading rain;
Suddenly she ran across the road…
And I saw her half drenched… walking towards me;
A cold fear just suppressed me
And the lightning struck;
Followed by the glorious thunder…
I had drowned into the medley of dreams…
Never did I realize… what had happened
For she has held my hand in pious fear
As she skidded down the swamp of mud;
A “ Thank you” in a very sweet voice still mingles in my ear…
When I remember her simplicity;
The bodom rain was never to stop
Our eyes had contact for one electric moment…
By the sounds of the romantic thunder…
Conversations started over some random thoughts…
For once time had taken a back seat…
Nearly five hours later the clock cynically struck ten;
I had found love finally…
Perhaps I had realized her divinity in existence;
For then we bid good bye…
With a promise to meet again…
The breeze hits me again… as I feel her scarf covering my face…
To realize even 27 years later…
She stands beside me holding my hand…
And the thunder strikes…
She hugs me
Then the downpour takes place…to communicate the love that we patronize…

All love stories have happy endings… but sometimes the last few pages are missing!

Amazing isn’t it… if you look at the fight between your head and heart… your head says you do not want someone and your heart says… you do not want anyone else… and this is where… god leaves a pen with us to write the last missing pages. The only rule is that the pen is given only once and no refill after the ink gets over!
One instance that can make a significant change is actually a paradox that we go through every day. Why I call it a paradox is that everything that happens in our life most of the times is a significant change that actually if not anything changes everything in our life. It could be love, marriage, children, career, or even an accident. The question is did we anticipate and work towards it? The BIGGER question is, did we ever wish for such a thing? The BIGGEST QUESTION is… “WHY”OR “WHY NOT”
Some conversations leave a trail of thoughts behind… the more we think… the more we get confused… especially when someone really says they could have done something that you would have only dreamt off… but when they really say a yes to it… its often too late… the realms of happiness have different meanings… by then… to you and to others…
Today I am in mixed feelings. It might not seem appropriate to call it insomnia of thoughts, but I would still love to call it so, for the sleeplessness and restlessness in these feelings is that of certain achievements and certain patterns in which our life is weaved.
We all are dreamers… we all dream of happiness, companionship and moving along in life. Some acquaintances are converted into friends and some of them remain acquaintances and some are momentary and vanish as their part gets over. All that remains in our minds is the feeling which we could ever thank them.
There are also times when they revisit our lives and at that point of time, certain deadlocks may even prevent us from doing so, or rather certain parallels might stop us from joining… but by far, the gratitude never dies. Mind craves always for those moments to be a part of their pursuits.
We admire… we patronize and at times we try and live more than our lives… if at all we are told that we could live that moment again.
Sometime ago, I met an angel. Her presence was so wonderful that I forgot all my problems and my confusions to self. It was though only for a few moments though, the time I spent with her is priceless. It is priceless and precious because it gave me the satisfaction that I always wanted to achieve. I think it is one of those moments that I would always desire to relive if given a chance. Here is how I describe my moments with her…
Her musical smile… Her priceless companionship…
Is a dream come true as it just mesmerizes me…?
Over a cup of coffee… or for few moments of solitary walks…
As I hold her soft hands… the times just stop for me…
Her hazel brown eyes and her pink lips…
Her melodious laughs and her cute gestures…
As they appear… I am just not “me”
As she leans on my shoulder with her arms around…!
Cosily rekindles my sprit… and…awakes me…
The mystic fragrance of her hair as it runs through my face….
Leaves me spellbound as it blesses me…
Her expressions are feminine…
It just falls in love with me…
How do I ever forget her…?
How can I ever go far from her…?
For every time I close my eyes… she invades me.

She invades my thoughts… even days after I had a meeting with her. Her expressions were so incandescent that I instantly fell in love with them. How often do we live to see such instances that can really change the way we live? Even though the moments that I spent with her were measurable in terms of time, but the tender love that she showered towards me is immeasurable. As the times passes by, we always wonder where such people vanish into the sands of time… but as sands also have destinations… such people always stay around us…though they reach their destinations… and some day they return…to stay with us perhaps forever…
As I close my eyes every night, I determine to forget her … as I wake up every day… I forget everything except her… soul searches for her… life looks for her motivation and world revolves around her when I try to live in it because you are the reason why even at the saddest part of my life.. I smile; even at confusion, I understand; even in betrayal I trust and even in fear of pain… I love.
She asked me once, “is there a festival that can be celebrated everyday…” and I said… “Wait till you fall in love with me…!”
Few people come in the shows of time…
Smile and make us smile…
And go away forever as the sun sets…
Though little pain is there…
Yet the fond memories of those smiles…
Cherish as new, within the heart forever…
Tear drops scatter as the heart moans…
Cries and silence moan too!!!
But reminds us of our closeness,
As the time passes
Tears change into flowers…
Of tribute to the loved one who live within…
Closed eyes imagine the memories down the lane…
Life through images runs…
A virtual touch is what can be felt…
Often eyes search for them in the skies above…
But as the stars shine over the heavenly sky…
A star smiles to remind our lost smiles…

I just want to rest my soul to the people who have been there when I needed them most. Today when I look in retrospect of what they could have done to me if they were around, I feel I have missed a great deal. Some way or the other, they still rekindle our life… their presence surrounds us and reminds us… of their deeds. I don’t know how to express my desires towards them. Because… I really don’t know whether they communicate… but I know… they exist for you… forever…
Disclaimer: this is a piece of reality coupled with fiction wherein certain situations and explanations are subject to interpretations and hence any person living or dead, falling, fallen or out of love is purely coincidental yet we may know all of them or see them all around but when you look at ourselves in the mirror we may see reflections of them!

What the world will remember me for?

I look at what I have achieved over the years of my existence… more like a score card, I realize that I have been a human being to some, an animal to some and to other I have never existed. It’s quite funny to realize that people whom matter the most to us, at times we never matted to them, people who felt us to be their integral part, we never cared from them. It’s not something to be blamed upon or feel sad for; it just a run through of what we could have done better. Some times, we fall in love to wrong persons, and regret, and some times we love some one who may never exist for us. Yet the feeling somewhere matches and crosses each other because, there is an element of discontent in both.
A few tears that we would have shred for ourselves are not really worth because by the time we realize shredding them, its like we could have saved them for better avenues. Our minds are like monkeys, they jump from one tree to another… in search of what we desire for. When ever we sit and review our life… we should be able to say at least five distinct things that we have done in life that makes us different form others around us. It can range from winning a kite flying competition in our childhood days to launching a rocket successfully as a part of some space research organization. The size of the task really doesn’t matter, what matters is the scene of what we did is remembered by others or not.
No point in doing things with the idea of entering into students history book where we get cursed like how we curse most chapters there, but its always a great feeling to be remembered by some one who really wish you lived a little longer….
Why look at the aspect of discontent when we could have done it the first time right… I just wish I could have done it first time right either… for most of my things… but in retrospect, we realize we have been clawed by the craftier of mass existence. It’s takes a lifetime to be called a legend… but it also takes only one moment in that lifetime to be called so. Hence, its that moment that people often remember about us rather then our lifetime… I ask to myself everyday… if I die today what the world will remember me for? Have you ever asked this to yourself? Try asking this… you will find interesting answers…
It is a dream comes true…
For the dawn seems to cherish the sky blue,
The life has a new meaning to live up to it
As it appears though a thousand candles lit,
It seems like an accomplishment after ages…
Feelings generate within as blessings coming from sages,
My world has been like the seven colors of rainbow
Perhaps each other depicting an arrow shot from a bow,
First in the life is the EXISTANCE itself
For I have collected experience in the minds shelf,
Second is the glory of DREAMS that come through
Desires have been seen… accomplished and made to be true,
Third is my vision of heartfelt HAPPINESS
That this world has given to me in fullness,
Forth is the SORROW that have experienced
From the “not so happy” moments that I have dispensed,
Fifth is the CHALLENGE of struggle and my existence
That has made me strong enough to proclaim endurance,
Sixth is the distant VISION of future
Planned and executed into life in rapture,
Lastly the most precious of world allegory… LOVE
That’s played hide and seek to give me the purity of dove,
It is not mere rainbow but an eternal prodigy
For my life have had all seven aspects in analogy,
I just wish to have them in my life forever…
Perhaps that’s what I have expected from world ever!!!

I CAN WAIT A LIFETIME IF IT MEANS I CAN BE WITH YOU

I remember the movie dumb and dumber where Jim Carry asks the girl, are there any chances that I can get you and the girl answers, yes One in a million. The reaction Jim Carry gives is of a life time achievement. Well it’s beside the point though, yet I recollect this as one of the positivisms in the whole scene. I CAN WAIT A LIFETIME IF IT MEANS I CAN BE WITH YOU.
Let me look at this with a little positive note. There are times when we fail to get what we want to, but does it mean we have actually lost it. Some times yes, but no harm in thinking optimistic. One’s love is at times in such a pursuit. When we think we have lost it all, we suddenly realize the thin line of silver lightning amidst the dark clouds that give us the joy of lilting up the sky. Today I am in one of such feelings. When I look at the context of what I have been going through, I feel that the metaphors at times can become true. I don’t know when while sitting across the table discussing the retrospect, I might end up drowning into her eyes, and then the world might probably look so different I might actually forget reality.
The precious moments, that one had in their memories some where should be well crafted and well identified in order to have a happy being. I might remember the last time I met some one only once in a café or even by the railway station subways, but the memories of me meeting them and me drowning into their damsel beauty can be second to none. The only question is how many of such personas can I really vouch for and say I CAN WAIT A LIFETIME IF IT MEANS I CAN BE WITH YOU?
Not many though but yes the special one; the one who I always dreamt off every day. Perhaps, I hugged a pillow to feel her warmth. Bought a rose on Valentines Day even though I knew she would never meet me because she was so far. Share the tiniest moment of happiness with her every time I ever mailed her or happen to chat with her. Desperately waited for her to come online so that I could ever chat with her for 10 minutes…. Well there are many such things to recollect though.
It might seem sad that I never got a chance to express what I intended to but I feel, some things are better if not told. Because, such things give you a lifetime to live with and feel within the cold feeling of happiness that can never me measured. I really don’t know if I shall ever have the courage to confess all this to that special one because, even today I fear the reaction, no matter what ever it might be but one thing is sure, I CAN WAIT A LIFETIME IF IT MEANS I CAN BE WITH YOU.
As the mystic breeze passes through your hair,
The fragrance of your presence explodes across;
How to stop this bliss;
As you devolve from the heavens above;
The portrayal of your eyes…is the window…
This teaches me to dream;
The words that you speak… are the songs of a canary
flawless is your smile
That drowns me into the glory of the dawn…
How can I ever forget you… as you exist in the soul called me…
And yes…
I CAN WAIT A LIFETIME IF IT MEANS I CAN BE WITH YOU

Save Paper Save Tress…

Acknowledgments
This title is the vision of one of my students who had put it as the last line in the answer book. (Any guesses) I am sure the student by the time reads this would definitely feel acknowledged.
Preface
I have so far had experience of reading lot of innovations in exam papers but this time it beats it all! It’s really the BAAP of all innovations I have ever come across. It not only made me and my dear business partner my namesake Ramakrishnan S ( you are being acknowledged hence no copyright violation on the stuff you found while correcting papers as well) unlearn our primary field of law but it gave us the vision to know law the it wasn’t! Besides talking about fair comment, (Ramakrishnan S here is your input taken into account…from one of the papers you had read out to me) “Sarcasm is an example of Fair Comment”
This title may suggest that it’s a very environment friendly piece of article ( of course its electronically published so it definitely saves paper) but the idea of this title is to suggest that it would have been nice if most of them had not written the exam, that would have really saved paper and eventually lot of trees as well.
Here we go with the compilation of the best minds…
The subject of law was not as much a drag as it was supposed to be and nor was it made that bad. The expectations from the writers of the in depth treatise of media and business law (this refers to all the 91 great minds who put their thoughts to create the masterpiece which came for our review) have reached a new benchmark.
Let me start by quoting one of the 91 great minds who quoted the following in the answer book. Though my only worry is if he and his other 90 lateral thinkers ever understood what those lines really meant.
The answer to a specific question started with the following lines and I quote
“With great power comes great responsibility”
Spiderman (film)
Though I didn’t see the lines in practice in neither the paper which cited this nor in any others, I presume at least it was a feel good factor to see something which was not only irrelevant to the context of the answers sought for, but highly uncalled for, nevertheless, I overlooked it to read the rest of the answer which was nowhere close to the question asked forget the quote… the quote short-lived its responsibility!
If I may recollect my Facebook® Status Message before the exams, it said and I Quote
“this is for my students… plez d’ont waste paper tomorrow. paper is made by cutting trees… please do not write more than 2 pages as reading them is not a joyful act thanks”
The idea of this status message was to curtail the length of the answers written but not to give people an innovation and path breaking discoveries through those two pages, but I wonder when I went to read the papers, it was revolutionary. For once I thought, here are the 91 stalwarts who are required by Anna Hazare and team to draft the lokpal bill because these people believe in creating the law rather than interpreting it. Not to go so far from the learning of the day for me and my business partner, we learnt law of contracts, the way it is! We had learnt during our law school days that special contracts were the contracts of Bailment, Guarantee, Warranty, Indemnity and Agency. Today after reading the paper I felt I am old. It’s like the law has been amended and I didn’t even know about it. The reason why I feel so is because today I was thrown with several types of special contracts. Indeed they are very special. So special, that even word special would feel ordinary in front of them.
Let me give my patrons the examples of special contracts as they have changed over the last 10 years I guess if not in the last 6 months. By the way I have options in them as well; because there are lot of cults within this 91 lateral thinkers how have believed in various theories.
The options are as follows:
a. Special contracts are Patents, Trademarks and Copyrights… when we studied each of them were Acts of their own and never were to be associated with law of contracts in any manner, I wonder when did the government consolidated it! The best part is these three words don’t feature in the Indian Contract Act, 1872 anywhere!!!
b. Special contracts are Void, Voidable, Unenforceable, Valid etc contracts… I wonder what each of them meant. I always thought they were types of contracts and there was nothing special about them. This reminds me of the scene from Santosh Subramaniam where Genelia says “Bhai! rendu Special Tea” ( two Special Teas) Jayam Ravi asks her what’s so special, she says…they will clean the glasses properly!
c. Special contracts are long term and Short term contracts… the special reference is to be made to the length and breadth of the contracts, though the explanation would bowl you over… as the context of the contract determines the speciality of these contracts… INDEED I HAVE NO REASON NOT TO AGREE THAT THEY ARE VERY SPECIAL! THEY DON’T EXIST ANY WHERE IN THE INDIAN … ANY CONTRACT ACTS IN THE WORLD!
d. Special contracts are those contracts which have special clauses… I have a question to the person who wrote this… would greetings and salutations make a contract special…next time when a contract is drafted we may use ( hello how r khana khake jaana han! Same way as how Supriya Pathak says in the famous TV series Khichdi)
AND THE AWARD GOES TO…
e. Here is the finale! Of the special contracts… bole to sab se especial… Special contracts are “Sale of Court” and “Employment Lease” desh bik raha hai gair zimadarana logon ke haaton.. kam se kam court ko to chod do! And I wonder what employment lease means… I didn’t know that employment was available on an 11 month lease period (let me know how many months advance to be paid!)
Lets come to the next best did you knows! I bet these people can beat Wikipedia® hands down when it comes to knowledge… like one of the most amazing brains had written that copyrights exist as there it’s proportional to thinking ability which man has over several years. Yes… how I wish I had practiced from those days when man developed thinking ability, we all would have been paying royalty to someone who discovered fire, wheel ( not the soap brand) etc. I think Kanimozhi was not arrested when these lateral thinkers were writing their exams, because on the historic day at the strike of 10 am in the clock in India, in Bangalore, history was rewritten on what press council has to do… one of the most important role was according to one of the stalwarts, I quote “ Press Council regulates the sale of Spectrum” no wonder, all journalists of olden days today own TV news Channels! And no one bothers about Telecom Regulatory Authority of India (TRAI). I was also made aware that for some reason, press council has become so jobless that instead of considering the welfare of journalists, editors etc, it is helping fight issues like defamation, copyright and YES how can I forget, censor board is a part of press council.
I am delighted that press council for once has been made the most important arm of media in India at least by these amazing brains. Oh! I almost forgot one more thing that press council does… apparently, it is the only agency in India which regulates news and distributes as well. I wonder the plight of people who have always told me that their employer is one of the pioneers in news agencies viz. AFP, UNI, PTI, etc. if this was not all, and I think I should discuss the most important discovery in the history of Press Council…
“ Like how our parents have taken care of us and controlled us during our childhood days, Press Council like a parents protects and controls the Media”
Press council is now a parent… Congrats!
This was one of the most emotional moments of the exam paper, only next to one big leap in the mankind. How can an exam be complete without a reference of rajnikanth… talaiva!!!!
In a question in context, where the reasoning of crime victims face to be hidden was asked, one of the most potential answers that was given was the scene from Enthiran The Robot! Where Chitti the Robot, goes and saves a girl from burning! I WONDER WHO WAS THE CRIME VICTIM… but upon careful and wishful thinking I found that next time I walk around my face should be cell shaded because, I am the victim of the crime of reading such amazing thoughts. If I continue with this topic itself as the question in context was to Gujarat Riots, light was thrown upon me that the riots was caused by police and media… I wonder what their roles were even now! One of the judicial luminaries of the 91 went up to an extent of writing the following which I wonder if the judges of the Apex courts are aware of…
“ according to media crimes, crime victim’s face not hidden amounts to an imprisonment of two years” well I am not aware of what media crimes are in the first instance and to my limited knowledge which is diminishing after reading the answers, no such law exists!
Murphy’s law states the following Laws of Applied Terror
• When reviewing your notes before an exam, the most important ones will be illegible.
• The more studying you did for the exam, the less sure you are as to which answer they want
• Eighty percent of the final exam will be based on the one lecture you missed about the one book you didn’t read.
Considering the above, the most misinterpreted question was on “Quasi Contracts” to elucidate the real meaning of it for all those legal luminaries the definition goes like this:
A quasi-contract (or implied-in-law contract) is a fictional contract created by courts for equitable, not contractual purposes (Wikipedia® Definition)
Well the above definition is wrong! Wonder how… well here are the options that have got… today from the 91 stalwarts…
a. Quasi contract is a contract entered under undue influence ( if that is so, then does the contract exist?
b. Quasi contract is existing but not existent ( reminds me of vadivelu’s comedy varum aana varadthu)
c. Quasi contract is a contract where A gives his scooter for servicing to B and B returns it without any damages…
d. Quasi contract is neither a void not a valid contract the example hits the bull’s eye Babri Masjid case! ( HOW?????)
e. Quasi Contract is a contract of mutual understanding ( Girlfriend and Boyfriend mutually agree to break up.. Quasi Contract????)
f. Quasi Contract is one where government settles the issue( Katta Panchayat)
g. Apparently Quasi Contract does not feature in Indian Contracts Law because it’s a part of the Indian Penal Code…
and like always there has to be a winner and the winner with a huge margin in this case is…
h. “ Quasi Contract is a contract signed between people of two different nationalities ( Hindi Cheeni Bhai Bhai… Quasi Contract! )
If this is not all… here comes the finest stories on Kavya Vishvanathan and her book “ How opal Mehta Got kissed, got wild and got a life!” this has been the most commonly used example in copyright law in relation to literary works for plagiarism. Let’s see what happened when 91 very highly qualified legal barons interpreted this issue. Kavya vishvanathan would have definitely preferred these 91 people to be their counsels to defend them if she had read the interpretations…
a. Kavya Vishwanathan an Indo American Girl wrote a book which became a documentary without her permission and hence she sued the company. ( A chick flick into a documentary… I doubt)
b. Kavya Vishwanathan copied Opal Mehta’s Book! ( that’s surely a “Did you know!”)
c. Kavya Vishwanathan copied Harry Potter or something! ( you are denied entry in Hogwarts permanently!)
d. Kavya Vishwanathans book… was copied by another company… ( oh! )
And the finale.. here but I must give it to this because this was honest….
e. “ I have no idea about Kavya vishwanathan’s book sorry!”
Last but not the least… company law climbs new dimensions… to such an extent that my best CAs and CSs decide to quit practice as they believe that they have been outwitted…
• Directors of the company are appointed by the partners of the company!
• Directors are hardworking… partners are not!
• Directors are workers and partners are investors
If this is not all how fundamental is your fundamental right…
Till today I didn’t know that Article 19 conferred me a right to tell truth!
Here you go guys… I told the truth as per the new fundamental right construed by you guys to me… as it is the defence to defamation. What pities me is unfortunately, the way the answers have been written and massacred and butchered.
This piece is a compilation of how people often abuse their right to freedom of speech and expression and their right to misunderstand things.
I don’t know if you guys passed but I am sure I failed not only to learn the law but also think as creatively as you guys could.
Disclaimer:
This is not a piece of fiction. This is transpired from actual answer scripts and one may actually wonder whether the laws in India have actually changed. Any character living, dead or otherwise quoted above actually exists!
Please note that these 91 stalwarts are not unique they are mind-blowing… they have reached a new high. I wish them all the best and all the success in future… PLEASE NEXT TIME DO WRITE SOMETHING MORE CONVINCING
Happy reading… and happy entertainment!