Rain on a misty cold December morning

There are few occasions, especially in Kolkata, when you’d have rain on a cold winter morning. It’s incredibly depressing to even hear that, let alone watch it. But there is that charm, that wet coldness which stirs the inside of you. It doesn’t rattle you. It doesn’t numb you. It begs you to step up, to be counted.

After an exam season worth remembering and not remembering both, the first morning I wake up to find a misty-wet-early December morning made me realize that the typical everyday-chilly-wet-mountain mornings could also be found on the plains. It made me yearn ever yet again to be curled up somewhere in the hills. And with D beside me. As always.

Last Day On Earth ... Tagged

Uncertain princess tagged me on this one.

There was this message i had received once which went like: "If You found you had 24 hours to live what would you do? I'd spend 23 hours with you, and spent the last one searching for someone who'd take care of you..."

Maybe that message could speak appreciatively for lovers, bosom pals. But for a anybody, what would he do, and thats what i have to prophesise about.I'll go back in time again. I once had a chat with TR, soon after Dasvidaniya was released. We told each other about our own 10 things which we we'd like to see done before leaving for the next level.

Now, I'd really liked to finish those desires to completion. But as I reach the last day of my LIFE, I'd filled with sheer nostalgia and memories, wistfully sometimes, and the earning for freedom which I'd soon get immersed in.

It wouldn't be possible to call all friends, as many of them i have. I'd probably gather a large piece of paper, write a long letter, and name all the people who have come into my life, as much as i can remember. I'd fold it neatly and keep it on the bedside table.

I'd ask mom and dad to spend the whole day with me, but only after I'd return. I'd go the nearby post box and post a letter to my beloved, with whom I am no longer in contact. That would be my LAST EVER ATTEMPT TOWARDS YOU...IN THIS LIFE. And taking the opportunity, I'd collect a custom ordered Sari for mom(those garments are eternal favourites of mom) and the collage (bearing reminiscences of me and my life) which I'd have given for lamination.

I'd return home and have lunch with dad and mom(Chilli Chicken and Mutton Chap cooked by mom in the menu). And I'd surprise them with my gifts and fool around basically and joke out loud till all of us are literally rolling on the floor with laughter.I'd then call up a few of my treasured persons on this world, and chat just like that, without any reference or appraisal about the Last Day. I'd take my guitar and play just like that, yet again. I expect by then i can play some licks :P

And then all of a sudden I'd find the clock ticking at 11:38:45 P.M. I'd realize I got another few precious minutes. I'd go to my bedroom and steal a kiss from mom n dad and bid them good night, no goodbye, and I'd depart to my room. To go as I had come. Alone. The loneliness can be sometimes so fulfilling. I'd lie on my back, arms and legs outstretched in the form of the PENTACLE, in a final attempt to be perfect as much as i can be ever. I'd close my eyes for eternity and Goodbye ... Adios ... Ciao ... Dasvidaniya ...

P.S.:- A feeble attempt to imagine and pen down thoughts, and of a really bad literal quality...

P.S.:- This is a scheduled post.

P.S.:- I pass this tag along to 11 terrific bloggers,(in no particular order) who make me feel, "whoa! this is called creativity and expression" every single time i read their posts.

The Pink Orchid
Pratibha
Diya
Phoenix
Nidhi
Ria
Crystal
No Mute Spectator
Pseudo Intellectual
Nivi
Rh3a

Imagine ... and imagination ... and a whole lot of shit ...

Sometimes imagination is everything ... 

( four words from jane austen )

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 This could well be just a piece of random arbitrary keys pressed together...or could well be the design of a chess board ... when kept unarranged would look something like this making no sense at all....                                           

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   Yet ... with a little bit of imagination ... could explain it as a road with police dividers on either side and the two similar ones on the left kept as if to limit the traffic flow....

   it could also be a freeze frame of a video game screen where there is a race going on and there's one "car" leading and well on its way across the 'chequered flag'...

  and yet it could mean just nothing ... 

   its this imagination ... this power to think of the unthinkable which so separates each from the rest... the various interpretations ... the various thoughts to cross the mind ... the various arguments put forth silently in the mind ... the criss-crossing of the ideas that crash and well clash ... the real whacky ones coming out in the open ... and then hushing it all up n rebuking oneself for being so very whacky with a wry smile ... 

  

   its this imagination ... which dreams big ...sometimes being mean... sometimes being unselfish ... makes you cry while thinking of the future as a living hell... makes u smile n happy while imagining it to be a smooth road ... gives you the power to laugh while thinking of the funny memories and gives you a high while looking ahead at the bed of roses ... suddenly realizing the presence of thorns and then thinking of fighting & sweating & struggling it out... and imagining yourself to be so very defeated ...

 

  its this imagination ... whch solely with the capacity to imagine so very reservedly changes your life ... keeps you updated with the present and keeps you in touch with the future ... so why does everyone run away from this power always belittling it... am not saying that everyone despises imagining .. am neither saying one should always imagine things ... but why are most of the people criticized for imagination? controversial statement,huh ? you bet it is ... but aren't most of the students told off for day-dreaming ? arent we always reminded that imagination leads us nowhere,its just the reality-check which will keep us alive ? many of you who will read dis piece will say "no way , imagination is in big time and keeping it active in various forms through the creativity all around need the power of imagination .. so what are you speakin?" .. but thats a very small percentage ... how many of those around us are really very genuine?? how many really do exercise their creativity?? most are more deeply engrossed in the books of success and would rather let curbing their natural flair for creative ideas for the mere craving for fame ...  trust me, not everyone has the power to day-dream... its always been propagated that its a mere waste of time ... but only those who really understand the art and feel it will be able to say that it can help you tide over various things in tandem ... and yes its an art ... and an art with the unique ability to overlap emotions ,wishes ,hopes ,dreams and reality ...

 So why not dare to dream and day-dream as well and keep the imaginative juices flowing...??

and why not with the late john lennon with his " imagine "

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one