The boy who lived: As I remember him

A long story.

An old bearded man.

Heartless relatives.

A lonely boy.

Orphan.

A hairy giant.

An all knowing friend.

A red haired git of a pal.

A good looking rival.

A horrific past.

A slimy evil.

A scarred destiny.

He who must not be named.

Fantasy riddled.

A magic castle.

Kings battlefield on a chess board.

A snake's tale.

A philosopher's stone.

Broom games.

Scarlet and green.

Phoenix tears.

A new tale everytime.

New addiction.

Parseltongue.

Arachnids.

Norbit.

Animagus transforms.

The blue Albus twinkle.

The sacrifice of a mother.

The love of a father.

The flight from death.

A prisoner who fled.

Clockturner.

Blast Ended Skrewts

Pumpkin Patch.

Azkaban.

Padfoot.

Prongs.

Moony.

Wormtail.

Butterbeer.

Marauders map.

Room of requirement.

Cat, Rat & Dog.

A master with a servant who owes a favour to the Chosen One.

Godfather.

Quidditch Cup.

A goblet which sparked up a fourth time.

Triwizard tournament.

Durmstrang.

Beauxbaton.

Dragons.

Moaning myrtle.

Dragon eggs.

Mad Eye.

Polyjuice Potion.

The lost loyal servant.

A brave but calm death.

Return of the skilled torturer.

The dark mark.

Death eaters.

Duel.

Priori Incantatem.

An adolescent boy.

Teenage desires.

Dementors.

Expecto Patronum.

Self doubts.

Solitude.

Solace.

The first kiss.

DA.

Pink sneer.

I will never lie again.

Ministry of magic.

The duel of the two greatest magicians.

Snuffles' final fall.

The half blood prince.

Snivellus.

True love.

Horcrux.

Basilisk venom.

A faraway cave.

Inferi.

Dark magic.

The greatest wizard is no more.

Killed by the one whom he trusted the most.

Betrayal.

Tears.

Respect.

Centaurs.

He chose to die.

Revelations.

Horcrux hunt.

Dark motions.

Gloom.

Dark times.

Murder left and right.

Holey.

Seven Potters.

Meadows.

Godric's hollow.

Grindelwald.

Return of Polyjuice action.

Pensieve memories.

Tale of the Brave man.

The war for Hogwarts.

The seven broken parts

Nagini.

Tom Riddle diary.

Ravenclaw Diadem.

Marvolo Guant Ring.

Hufflepuff Cup.

Salazar Locket.

Harry Potter.

Hallows.

Elder Wand.

Resurrection Stone.

Cloak of Invisibility.

Avada Kedavra.

Expelliarmus.

The boy who lived.

Love. The solution, the power, the will, the belief.

I also remember,

And will continue to.

The bravest man who lived.

The slimy evil.

The epitome of love which was never fulfilled.

The story of a desire which is the shadow behind the lightning scar.

The story which makes a part of me.

A long story.

Indeed.

Nostalgia.

Faith.

Memories.

I hate to, I don't want to, but I have to leave.

I will miss you, D, more than any word in any language can express. I am silent. I can't take it no more. I love you.

Drops of salty hot water slide down as I fumble to wipe them. I will be with you, always.

Last 6 days in the City of Joy.

I am an engineer.
B.E.(Chemical) with Hons.

A way of life ends. Another begins.

I happened to clean my closet today. Things came tumbling out. I told D I will give her some of my most precious possessions, for life. Those small toys and tazos and cards and stickers and corals, they are as she said, remnants of a childhood. A child at heart, I am. At the end of everything, such small mementos and moments matter more to me than all those sparkled gifts.

The Eden redemption

Saturday, April 2, 2011

The script could have been more perfect. Just because it could have doesn’t mean it should have.

I have dreamt about this night. It’s been years. It’s an archaic feeling. It didn’t take me much time for it to sink in. It’s been a long time coming.

Feelings, unmatched, by the sheer intense grit of the passion that burst through the seams holding the seemingly tied-down being. The cacophony surrounding the path to illuminated euphoria drowned amidst the tears of joy. The men have found their heroes. The heroes have found their glory. I have found my redemption.

This love story of mine, which began at the Eden with a certain bespectacled gentleman named Kumble snapping up six and outclassing a sublime Lara, which found its first heartbreak at the same ground with the collapse of a colossal Tendulkar and a hopes of an entire nation, which reached the epitome of brilliance much in the same way you get hallucinated on a high with the unforgettable 2001 saga, which sowed the first seeds of the journey to the billion man’s dream at the Wanderers, finally peaked with The Redemption. I call it the Eden Redemption.

I can’t help but deny, there has been this sense of destiny, a statement corroborated by the man behind the scenes himself. He wanted the Cup. But maybe, he needed it more. It means more than mere statistics. It means more than just a piece of gold plated silverware adorning the awards case. It means more than just a nightlong celebration. It means more than the adulation that comes your way. It means more than scaling a peak which others have scaled before. It means more than being crowned with a tag. It’s something more than my words could ever describe.

He has never played for himself. The critic of him, I have been, I still would say, he has sacrificed everything for a team. A team, which now calls itself, Team India. He was the first one I saw who sported his country’s flag on his helmet. He wore it with pride. And it’s not hard to believe the petty politics dominant more than redundant in this country led to him being chided. He was barred from sporting the tricolor. All those games he was but a shadow of himself. And then, when one fine morning everyone wakes up to a reality, and he is allowed to wear the nation on himself, he is a changed man. He inspired the rest to do the same. Others have vouched for the passion and commitment that one small act has inspired.

He is an enigma, yet his life is an open book. He soars, yet he buries his feet deep in the ground. He dreams, and he turns those dreams to reality. He dreamt for a nation for 21 years, all alone trying to carve those dreams into a true reality. As another 22 year old said, “It’s time we carried him on our shoulders.”

If this had to happen, it had to happen for him. As I say, “It had to.” It’s destiny. It’s redemption.

This victory is about the common man’s dream. It’s about a dream which never died. It’s about a journey which will lead to your utopia but which comes with the voices telling in your ears, “Dream. Persevere. Aspire. Never let go.” It’s about a fight, a fight I take part in as much as you do and he does and she does. It’s about never giving up. It’s about doing your bit. It’s about taking a small step the RDB way, “No country is perfect. We have to make it perfect.” When everything all around you is breaking down, take a moment out. Remember this time, remember this moment. Savour it. Breathe it. Live it. And you won’t be the same again.

Maktub.

Adieu ...

University Cauldron won't churn anymore after today. Just a few exams and a Grand Viva remain.

A journey which began 4 years ago has ended. Almost. There have been highs, there have been lows, abysmally at times. It hasn't sunk in yet. Maybe someday soon, it will.

I have enjoyed every bit of it. Studies were always the last priority, except on the nights before exams.

We have gotten ragged, we have danced, we have sung, we have smoked, we have gotten drunk, we have had weed, we have copied in exams, we have passed, we have tormented teachers, we have bunked, more rarely we have not bunked, we have had innumerable adda sessions, we are the ultimate lyaadhs.

We have had fun. We have lived what they call, "College Life".

Not all of us have been a part or privy to this. Many have been waist deep into "gaants", many of us have been branded "gaantus" and "non-gaantus" alike. But we all take a bit of J.U in our life.

Cheers to all the times we have had,
Good and bad,
We might not be in J.U. always,
But J.U. lives in us

15/10/10

Sometimes somethings are beautiful. Some ‘times’ are just beautiful. You can’t describe them in words. It wouldn’t do justice.

Beauty isn’t in what you can always express. Beauty isn’t always the one to be caught on celluloid. Beauty isn’t the one to be chased in elusive pursuit. Beauty is to be cherished. Beauty is pure; tranquil; quintessential on the outside, a big bubble in reality, a bubble which can never burst. Beauty is us.

The moments, those which can drown the darkest of sorrows and brighten the life beyond the realms of nothingness, are priceless.

You make me.
You complete me.
You are in me.
Always.
Forever.

I love you.

Mohastami. Durgastami. Auspicious. Momentous. Special.

It’s all worth it.

It's beautiful.

Catch 22 - The recollection

M.E.M.O.R.I.E.S

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

L.O.V.E

I have had birthdays. You all have had birthdays. We all have them. Sometimes we celebrate. Sometimes we have fun. Sometimes we screw up. Sometimes, well, we just let the day pass. And, sometimes, we just do all that together. I have had one of those birthdays, not long back.

I had wishes aplenty. I had messages abound. I replied to everyone who remembered me.

I expected the surprise.  Was just surprised by the absence of a few. I was stumped by the beautiful collection of notes and messages. I was bowled over by the cake. I had a great time.

I had the prettiest flowers. I had the perfect notebook. I had the tiny book. I had the perfect person.

I had the the surprise gifts. I had a gala time. I had fags. I had fun.

And then, I had the Queen of all surprises. I had the yummiest-chocolatiest-tastiest-bestest-awesommest-brilliantest homemade cake ever.

And, I had introductions made.

And, I had a great time. A G.R.E.A.T TIME.

And I had certain dreams coming true.

I had THE  T.I.M.E   O.F   M.Y   L.I.F.E

What of the time when I am not with you. When I only have to rei(g)n in the afterglow. When I have to go yearning for you while oblivious to the world. I am oblivious now. I am in tears. I don’t believe myself while I am writing. I dread to discover your pain. I can’t do without knowing that either. I can give my life for you. I know I don’t need to do that, but you are everything. E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.  I can’t live without you. I love you.

Today meant a lot. A “l.o.t” as you say it. God Bless.

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

Return to Innocence

The skies groaned. The grounds stared up, hoping for the grains to be bathed. A huge roar preceded. A flash scattered a couple of dogs running mindlessly on the road. A small child, still in her mother’s arms broke into a loud cry. And then, a drop, and another, and another. They seemed to be bundled together falling thick and fast now. And old man, returning home, ran beneath the covers. A young couple ran all the way along to a big banyan tree, couped up in its shade. A bunch of women, quickly spread their umbrella’s over themselves, preserving their makeup. A labourer, went on hitting the boulders with all his might, only for once looking up and soaking it in. A few boys, teens probably, kicked the ball around, enjoying the company of thick mud. And a whole group of observers, gathered beneath the shade of the tea-shop beside the ground. Suddenly, a boy, at most touching 10, ran out into the open. He kept running. A couple of elders, ran behind him, trying to make him see reason. The boy ran, ran with all his might, till he went past all the trees, till he crossed the range of those running behind him, till he reached the middle of the ground. Now even those big boys on the field stared at him. And he broke into a jig. He danced with all his might. He just seemed to enjoy those falling balloons of water. He spread his arms apart, palms outstretched. As the droplets latched onto the small palm, he threw his hand up, and found great joy in finding the drops bounce up and fall back again with renewed vigour, with comrades in tow. Everyone stared at this little boy. The socceroos reacted first. They joined him. Then a few youthful guys joined in. and a few started clapping to the rhythms. The mundane place seemed to wake up with the innocence of the little boy. Just enjoying the tranquil, forgetting for a moment everything else. The child smiled large heartedly. And everyone joined in.

This ‘he’, the small child was me. He is no more. It’s a mature, practical, bogged-down-by-the-burdens-of-expectations, struggling, and yet, trying-to-break-the-mould-and-live-the-dream-and-spread-a-smile person now. I miss the innocence. I do, and I hope to capture it all with a return to innocence.

A Year That Was

Sometimes its better that the present is left behind too. And that’s when the present doesn’t seem to gel. We all talk a lot about leaving behind the past, moving on, getting to think about the future. Sometimes its heaven to climb the mountain of justice, and yet once conquered no mystique remains. Reminds me of a Akon song, where there’s a tagline of “When you have everything, what can you possibly desire?” My version goes ,”When you probably have nothing, what could you possibly not desire?” As the year ends, a good deal still remains to be recorrected and resurrected. Things could so very easily have been different, but destiny does play its hand.

A year which started off on a good note. Went from good to average to bad to worse to worst to average again! A year which I started literally flying, then crashed heads down, and lost it all. Not that I’ve begun to fly again, I’ll probably never do that again, have learnt that lesson. Just started walking, took me a lot of time to stand up, with a bit of support. A year when The Dream was dashed, when all principles got its rigid test of all time. Something like the Borsalino Test. Everything faded, but thank my stars my principles stood it stuttering along. Probably the only golden lining in the the dashed and dotted sky!

Its all been on a personal note. The general feel of the year, well we all can take a glimpse of how the year unfolded on the idiot box. But there are many things which are not covered, which sometimes are best left out of the glare. Right now am pretty mosh-faced. Have not felt pain for sometime now. Don’t let anything affect me. Yet stay straight faced. So many things happening all around, yet as I mentioned once earlier on blogosphere, have become a Hollowman! Have mastered the art of being able to get into everything and yet stay kissing the surface, somehow scratching the superficial sub-layer of everything.

And yes I wanna thank a few people for being with me when I think I’d have just left this world if they had not intercepted…ABD,RB(1),AD,AB,MG,RB(2),DM,SG. These persons I’m ever thankful to. And above all to the person who has changed my life all over single handedly-SRC, Thanks! Not many words for you, but if you had not treated me that way, I would probably never have realized what love, pain, sacrifice, truth, respect, friendship, happiness, loss, Heaven & Hell is! Kudos to one person who could make me feel all of that plethora of emotions all alone. Thank You!

I don’t have a habit of making resolutions. And I’ll never cultivate that habit either! Resolutions are just meant to be broken, just like records. For me now every day is a new day, and so probably that why the new year doesn’t hold much more significance for me except the coming year won’t be a leap year!

Happy new year to all of you…may the comimg year bring all the prosperity, and lets try to control AIDS, and combat terrorism with our best possible weapons, we ourselves…

P.S. : watch out for the next post. It will feature an underground research, that is if you have any interest in such things! Till then …