2017-10-20

Celebrating emotion of Diwali and it's changing appeal.

Happy Diwali, people,

The time of the year where we wait with bated breath to wear new clothes, buy earthen and colorful lamps, indulge in mithai khaoin, the cute candles and of course the sweet delicacies prepared at home. The festival of light poses as the moment to re-kindle the celebration of oneness and togetherness with family and friends, sending images and GIF to the dear ones with whom we share a close bond. Diwali brings a certain emotional closeness despite the distance and one occasion for us to reflect on the storms weathered and standing the test of times despite we are scattered in various places on the globe.



The moment to fulfill our responsibilities, cementing bonds and looking at moments elapsing as we enter a brand new season and ringing in cheers for the upcoming new year. Diwali has always been my favorite festival giving the rare treat to gorge on the sweetmeats and I am already missing the unique delicacies in India, the friends with whom we would hang out together in Pune or revelling in every moment worth spending that has been forever captured by emotions of the heart. Such moments stay forever.

There are various memories associated with the celebration and things keep changing as Diwali gets a global makeover. Rightfully so, life doesn’t stay static and one should not shy away from exploring new things since what matters is the sparkle in the heart where the mohallas or surroundings become vibrant with colors and lights.  As a kid, I remember watching Mom whipping the mound since the wee morning hour and intrigued at her hand steering the flour to perfection with her hands. She would stay awake with Dad past midnight till the Gulab Jamun and ladoo would take final shape.  I was often woken up in the night by the voice of my parents in the kitchen and would hear Dad who stayed by the side of Mom, helping her with the preparation. The man would fill the sweets inside a jar once the sweet took the round shapes. 

Of course, the festival of light became a real feast for days where I would sneak into the kitchen, far away from the glares of the parents to steal bundle of sweets, hiding them inside both pockets and waiting for the next opportunity to pop them inside the mouth.  Old habits are hard to chuck out. Just now, Mom was telling me how on every Diwali, Dad would diligently sit on a chair early in the day and carefully cutting the cotton thread into proper size and length, diligently arranging them inside the oiled earthen lamps, which are spread out on a huge thali ready to be lit.

The essence of the festival may have changed over time to become more global with the various whatsapp images sent to friends. True, it has made things easier.  To think that there was a time when the various mobile service providers offered packages ranging between 60 to 99 paisa per sms or calls in India to wish our friends Happy Diwali. What days it was! I would jump on the various schemes and change the phone numbers to land on the best offer for Diwali.

Scribbling messages and sending greetings to each person on our phone book list was quite a task but there was a simplicity within. I sorely miss the various killer taglines that bore the ingeniosity of marketers splashed all over the place be it TV or newspapers. Remember this one, Diwali Bumper Offer that clicked instantly.  It is sorely missing in today’s times of social media such as FB or Twitter.

The best Diwali was spent in Pune as a student and the place is so endearing that it becomes your home in no time. For sure, I have made Pune my home and long to being back there to start everything all over and no temptation on earth that can make me forget my city.  From the firecrackers to the favorite Gulab Jamun, shikhand, pherni and visit to the house of friends decked in colorful Kurta Pyjama, we would relish the true spirit of Diwali and mithai that made the moments priceless. I remember this friend of ours Pradip who couldn’t visit on Diwali that fell on a Sunday but he came one Monday bringing a huge dabba of Cadbury chocolate. He brought his guitar along and we all sang Goanese songs. Diwali is an ongoing love affair in India and I sorely miss the endearing celebration.

This time, I bought a variety of sweets, Ladoo, apple barfi and the famous Haldiram’s Soan papdi along with colorful candles imported from India. On her part, Mom got the Karanji's delicacy from the market.  I will arrange the mithai in colorful bags in a short while to be distributed to neighbors and friends after lighting the lamps at 6 p.m. Did I tell you that I bought a sticker Rangoli yesterday for 60 bucks and already pasted it in front of the door? I shopped for a nice pair of shirt and polo tee yesterday which is made my Diwali special.

As I look back, the whole spirit of the festival may have changed with more people now buying sweets from the market while in the distant past, every bit of sweet was religiously prepared at home. Mom almost finished making two varieties of sweets but no matter how things change, the emotions remain the same. I am sorely missing my college friends like anything and they are the souls with whom I spent the best times of togetherness during Diwali. The emotions are vivid and it feels like yesterday only. 

I have a silent wish and small prayer will do to make the forces conspire with each other so that the next Diwali is spent in India, settling back for nothing beats the emotion of celebrating in one’s own country and no matter where we are, this home feeling cannot be beaten by any force.

Make the most of the time for we become the light, respecting choices of each other be it tradition or food culture that makes us stand tall as Indians. We must strive to remove prejudices be it caste, class, religion, gender and share the happiness with the unfortunate children and socially deprived in an effort to brighten their lives.

Happy Diwali
Vishal 

2017-10-16

Online Chating...online Mohabattein


Online chat...online mohabattein. Let's connect. The whole online chat has gone beyond party life, getting possessive over my G-chat where I still ping the close chums there or the Mirc chat relegated to the archive kinda grandpa era like the boringly drab poke business on Facebook. Who does that! Wanna bet! Of course, WhatsApp has made online chatting, be it yahoo-push the delete button here or G-chat irrelevant. How I hate saying it!

The random chats on Facebook and or the buried scrapping on Hi5 or Orkut and yahoo messenger is the tale of tickling boxes that hardly appealed to my senses.  I can count on the finger the number of times I've pinged someone on yahoo chat that faded away like the Diwali cracker ban. The romance spree and flirting online, sending sweet and naughty whispers are now wrapped in the memory trove.

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Of course, chatting online has its share of evil and tickling sensation when we read about mediums like Facebook that can register private conversation in their database. It freaks me out when I think how those private conversations can be recorded and used against us. Okay! I have not really indulged in the evil sense but would abhor thinking about the intimate ping coming out in the open.

 The morning ping, silly forwards or conversation spree on WhatsApp is where the whole world has moved like migrating birds. Some random messages are met with a high-five to acknowledge or else this whole long conversation is not really friendly what with my fingers moving slowly. Fire your dirty mind, perverts! I mean typing where I get too slow and not finging around the phone. 

I did play around romantically with someone on WhatsApp when I discovered the recording button on the phone and she was way faster than me the time we decided to tap the get to know each other button. Naturally, the whole thing went kaput after a month or two of whatsapping, calling, flirting, exchanging dirty messages or singing to each other on the recorder. It was fun. We were in two different cities across the globe and it reached a saturation point where we stopped giving a fuck to each other. There were a certain fondness and vibes that could have wiped the entire planet with chocolate and candy floss feeling. Just fun and nothing more. I am sure she must be laughing over the whole thing when the thought struck her.  

Phone and social media have brought hearts closer but there is the danger of perverts lurking around when I read statuses of female friends on Facebook telling how some men have sent lewd messages or pictures.  Some people really need a reality check. Sadly, the healthy flirting get lost with vultures roaming around to give online flirting a bad name and being such a spoilsport. Sadly, the laws can get so complex on how to prove the case against vicious trolls or verbal sexual assault. Time for authorities to come clear on what the law says to nab perverts attacking women. There is a need for a healthy debate on the whole issue.

I am always in favor of healthy conversations between friends and would urge to flirt or converse with someone with whom you have a good understanding and don't blindly trust lecherous strangers or unscrupulous people who can steal personal information such as bank account or id. Sending a stranger one's personal picture is a strict no for one cannot know how it can be used against you.

Chat in good faith and make the whole experience healthy, fun and romantically endearing affair to remember over the years. Chatting and flirting goes beyond the romantic aspect for me and I made such good friends who shared their many little secrets, past relations, current one or about the guy they crushed on and yes rated scenes. The bottom line is: Trust in the online chat space to create the comfort level and the stories I am privy to makes for interesting stories to whip.  


With love
Vishal


2017-10-15

It's the One



Fluttering branches,

eerie night,

dry branches,

moving an inch closer,

the shadow,

fading night seeping into darkness,

you are watched,

it's no spooky tale,

you thought it's the mystery,

racing inside the mind,

the gentle cloud has a story to tell,

stop and look around, 

steal glances at the stars,

the message,

don't ignore,

it's the one,

you may not live to unravel and retell,

the ghostly tale.

 

2017-10-09

Human and nature's verses of bonding and bliss

In love we trust,

undying verses of the journey,

fraught with laughter, adventure and battles,

gentle touch of fingers,

longing and caressing each other,

electric waves escalating like a rush of storm,

 nature's own gentle way to remind us,

to converge our senses,

humans and nature,

conflict is toxic,

like our relations,

make a chain,

sky, trees, minds and bodies,

to weather all storms,

the brain is our weapon

ward off ailments,

release the emotions,

overcoming the odds,

rough weather is not for us,

breathing fresh air,

sky gazing at night

tiny stars,

ushering into heap of optimism,

dancing in the paddy field,

revelling in nature's own bliss,

snuggling among the roses,

trudging the cavernous hilly slopes,

a life time’s wish to beat the blues of life.



Love
V



2017-10-08

Shifting balance of emotions and relationships


Dating and romance are no piece of cake. Relationships can get complex and is very fleeting in nature, as equation changes every single day or moment when we tend to fall in and out of love.  There are bonds that stay forever or for a very long time that it alters our mental and physical state in such a fashion triggering emotions or scars that stay permanently.

The last relationship that I was involved in took a huge a toll on my emotional well-being and years were spent to get out of it or flush every possible emotion from the system. I fought with myself and will argue, Can one remove every single trace after investing everything in this relationship? It seems like an emotional miasma of despair that spurts like liquid inside your physical body and running through the brain. It's been almost nine years and glad that I am out of it after a long battle with myself. I am not whining or shifting the blame. No! I cannot do that. Playing the blame game doesn't help for none of us are at fault for failing to nurture the plant.

Move on is an easy adjective to describe things that pan out. Fine! We learn to get up, nurse the wounds and take fresh steps again on our journey as we learn our lessons. Every relation, good or bad can teach us so much to empower and give strength.  I saw my relationship with Her as a blessing of sort. Why we cannot remove every single emotional trace?  

First, no matter what we do, say or behave, tiny bit of thoughts will crop up, owing to our imagination, memory of places we’ve been together, a song, film or conversations that keeps popping one after the other inside the head.

 It's not a question about love but the soul itself where the stamp of feeling wanted, emotional drains or disappointment are stuck like a rubber. Love does fly out of the window with time but perhaps we need to look inward to see why the footprint of the past relationships pervades through.
Answers are sought but difficult to find on what ticked or didn't. The best thing is to avoid the questions of 'whatever remained' or else we would never be able find closure or call it quits.  

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We are all special and extraordinary folks capable of loving and getting so much back in return which is again not the best thing to do. At least, do not let the grief or emotional upheaval control the brain that can impede the human growth. The presence of a new person in life can push the delete button of the past love into oblivion. Debatable! Yes, for there are folks who have gone on a dating spree but still cannot come to terms for the traces of past love is like harmful sugar inside the body. I would argue that it depends on us if we are ready to move on and embrace life with a fresh perspective, ready to uncover the layer of dust in the new relationship.

Relationships do change over time for everyone. We are humans and cannot help thoughts stroking our mind and tit bit of conversations piercing the ears. The best thing is not to push away the feeling or words that made us laugh or smile in another time that has gone away. The past will never come back and don’t indulge in self-harm. There is a thin line between love and obsession, don't make it become one or else it was never pure emotions in the first place.

Love
Vishal

2017-09-28

A sprinkle of sand, simple dreams and innocence


Dreams are like the sprinkle of sand,

flicker from the fingers in a flash,

disappear into dust,

time is fickle,

spectator to our aspirations,

weak at times,

losing the vigor,


walking through thorns,

a ruthless world,

can vilify us,

taking us away from our innocence,

battered and bruised,

ripping us apart,

an ongoing struggle and storm,

piercing the soul,

and harden us,

perhaps, no dream can wait,

helpless we become,

at events unfurling,

that control our existence,

we shall no longer remain the same,

the unrequited love that destroys the good soul,

hope is the only thread we hang on to,

being born again,

maybe our only option,

to re-kindle our dreams

Love
Vishal






2017-09-23

Wild fragrance and sensual love

Scent of a voice,
imaginary face painting an image of flawless love,
it's rose,
or is it? 
fragrance of amorous intensity,
sex is,
the only real emotion and illusion in equal flurry,
caress my nerves with your scent,
for you are tempting like sinfully dark chocolate,
soft fur,
skinny velvety sensation,
run it deep as if it's a strong fragrance in the bud,
come on, tempt me with your charm,
shed every garment,
i can only be swayed by wild imagination,
sensuality cannot knock me off the perch,
i am selfish,
i am sex,
i am emotions.

Love
Vishal