Felicity...just like that

Sometimes you don't need a reason to share a smile, a moment of joy and a token of love. We have always planned our visits with a defined agenda and action plan. However, this time we could not materialize our plans but that didn't refrain us from visiting there and after this visit we realized that activity is not a mandatory condition to see them smile, play and moan :), Before saying 'Hi' Preeti took my hand and asked "Itne din kahaan the, kahin bahaar gaye the kya"? I stood speechless at the moment and felt like a stupid culprit caught red-handed and now thinking of lame excuses and ofcourse when you cannot say lie to a small kid in front of you, you will end up diverting the topic the way I did. :(. This was the first token of warmth and affection we received there. Then... :)
I wont take the name of the group already present there for it would sound offensive, but the fact remains that as soon as we entered there, all kids rushed to us :) giving me immense pleasure..not a feeling of victory...but realization that though many people visit there and it is a routine for kids, we hold a special place to them.

What was different this time ??? This time they had complaints...their dissatisfaction, their disliking ....
"Didi ye game nahi...bahut pakta hai... sab log yahi karte hai na". One big difference for me this time was that I got enlightened of my incapability....;)...It took me no time to realize that we a group of 4-5 volunteers cannot handle these 34 power packed mini atom bombs (this time we had less volunteers). yes you read it right 34....30 to 34 :) 4 new kids there ...guess what it was b'day of new kid..babu :)...and he was fast asleep may be dreaming of angels and fairies.

We used to ask them questions...puzzles..but this time they were all set and ready to conquer us in all mind games.
Within 5 min they shot a Rapid fire round of puzzles.."Are ye didi to answer nahi de sakti :P". "Are in didi ko aata hoga :D"....

One thing that i should not forget to tell you about their liking for oregami. We were quite doubtful if the oregami items that we had planned would be difficult for them and what made us opine this was the pathetic performance of our volunteers (should i mention your names sudeep and abhijeet :P)...but their exuberance and dedication is unsurpassed. They even learnt Butterfly with 30 folds in a paper as appreciated by our mighty guruji, Mr Ashish waghmare - our oregami master jii...:)

There was nothing grand and no benchmark...just another visit....but worth remembering. I am too late in penning down our experience...but i can still recollect every moment precisely and vivid.

Again posting after more than an year...but sharing is always good...though the group is in a suspension mode for all volunteers are busy designing their lives as of now... to take their whims later...

Unsung Songs

written sometime back.....wondering how could i pen down this ......

Holding hands and doze off all while,
suddenly laughing unto tears,
those merry moments i recollect...
if at all i could rewind.
i'll pull off for all i whined..
for a moment of that smile again,
I could cut paste the life's game.
I would again walk by woods,
forgetting my breaths in the fogs,
Let the clouds conspire against me.
And I could hold you for all the while.
Were bigotry of dusk ever remained..
not letting the light play any game..
that damp quietness of reveries i had..
were i would never woke up....
I could lie on those sands...
and singing our unsung songs....
I wish I could hold time...
and could make you all mine....
If at all it could rewind...
I would have sung my unsung rhymes.....
I would sing my unsung rhymes ............ !!!

~
Shreya

hmmmm...

A No Internet mode ....wow..i am not even getting what can i do with my lappie without internet, and there is no great company in train that i can take my eyes off the monitor. :(

okay...saaf safaai chaalu..just organizing my data..and look what i found...bits and pieces of my write-ups..about Aarambh...about a general discussion with my friend.....an old poem....all these artifacts that i have never published and just deposited them in the tome of data...

It's so good to revisit the old write-ups..woah, i could think this way also..WOW,,,,astonished and amused by my own thinking...not because its just too great but because today i could never imagine that i would have written that poem..waahh...

the guy sitting diagonally opposite to me is curious enough that how this gal is typing on an on ..... finally he asked - "Your interner working"... i simply nodded and replied "naah" and there is a question mark on his face - "What the hell is she doing for so long then without a net connection".

Technology has really done wonders....Oops we have really become its slave...somehow this slavery seems good :D...

How boring people..they are not even talking to each other...:(...i wonder how people can sit face-to-face without communicating. That's the reason my eyes are constantly on my monitor. Glad a chirpy auntie and her daughter came in...atleast there will be some sound in this muted story...ofcourse else i will go mad thinking and thinking.... :(

The auntie and her daughter have a ticket in RAC. This reminded me of my trip to Nagpur for Sujju di's wedding (Sujju di, elder sis of my roomie Bhavana). I could not believe myself that i was going to attend a wedding even when i did not get a confirmed ticket and travelling in RAC (for i can live in discomforts, but in travel i am like a spolied brat and need luxury). But there was some kind of cohesion with Di. I met her just twice but there developed a bond and i could not miss her wedding. Infact when auntie asked me why i am not staying for Reception.... I replied - "bhavana ne bulaya hi nahi reception pe :P"....aah

I remember how excited i was to meet Bhavana's dad...a retired PI.. :) and contrary to my expectations he was so so so sweet ..yep all the while relatives and family were busy in preparations he was off the mood and trying to pretend - Oh, i am okay....Sujju di has her dad shares a special bond..yep ought to be....the first child connection.

I attended a full marathi wedding and it was awesome...more because i got a chance not only to witness it but to be a part of it. I was treated there as their own daughters and this was enough for me to be over-joyed there :)......

Bhavana was the "son" of the family..commendably she was managing things, throwing instructions, hurrying here and there...attending guests. She was just perfect ... and i admire her for this...for her independence...for the way she takes responsibility....for her compassion....for her fearleessness :)..

Oops i should not miss other characters of this event...Hemant and Ansh..I felt like killing Hemant when he caught me red-handed shedding a tear while Vidaai..... may be he didn't notice the brine from my eye.but he surely judged the emotion and i didn't like this :( :(...koi naaa....happens sometime...

There were many other things that happened, that i admired, that i just loved.....but those things should not be mentioned here....Sometimes we just devalue things by telling...Let those pleasant experiences be with me only....aah i am smiling...

and this train is hicupping...my neck has started aching now..I should look at these boring faces for sometime now. :)

Open Threads....

Some untold stories...
some unfulfilled promises...
Incomplete poems...
Blank files
some archived snaps...........lying on my desktop abridging their appreciation, devoid of the indispensable attention they deserve.
Though the cruelty of time had no bearance on their physical structure yet the lack of attention has left no stones unturned to mortalize them.
Manouvering through these valuables I came across some open threads, that i have left open unintentionally and are somehow entangled now, not giving a clue... some unsolicited phrases "Paradox within.." ....then somewhere down the page "Ziyaan hue fuzool....." and again after a Pagedown click i find 2 incomplete lines "na jaane ka sabab poocho, naa aane ki wajah..jawaab-e-tihii hue hain, na poocho koi sawaal".
Though the timestamps of all these were different with quite enough gap to allow a person forget the very existence of such thoughts ...... but then I tried to relate these and really confounded to accept the fact that I could never forget that "something haunting"...no matter how much I have tried to avoid it by not writing...perplexing me so much with little energy left for thinking .......but the weed was not eliminated..It grew and grew like anything and reflected its magnate in every second thought that would come to me...

True "there is no escapade from self".