local train- a lifeline!

              Being a part of mumbai always credited tediously to the routine of travelling through local trains.to my surmise, I always termed the journey, as the session of 'overburdened thoughts'. although the appearences of the stranger's faces seemed new, everyday, it wildered the thoughts of reading them as I came through, regularly. The second class compartment witnessed harrowed passengers somehow managing to aquire the fourth seat of the bench. A strong belief that the insight to a persons heart was well conveyed by the face, sometimes, minus the expression! the new set of passengers boarding the train at every new station stared a glance with the ones already present inside the compartment. They exchanged the act of scanning through each others attire and looks so as to judge the class they belonged to. The upper-market class of the crowd preferred to travel 1st class. However the real story lied in the commuters who made extra ordinary efforts to gain business within the railway limits.to be precise,in the train compartment.
           the entire compartment was categorised with the ones who sell,the ones who beg,the ones who buy or the ones who donate.the crowd which did not participate in either of these was termed 'audience'.selling meant for a living..does begging copes up with a living is still a question?unbeatably,a local train was the best place to read faces.faces filled with the expression ofpatience,frustration,anger,joy,calmness,tolerance,arrogance,empathy,
sympathy and lastly ,the confidence to start a new day again.that was life!
            no sooner did i realise a situation where an old blind man walked in with a stick in one hand and a handful of tofees flavoured with mango.the local word for it being 'chikki' ,requested us to buy those for a rupee or so and promised to give the money back if we dint like them.he addressed a beautiful slogan while he marketed his product.his strategy worked.and the line which he recited while selling the tofees said' ek din aap is desh ki neta ban jaogi!,indira gandhi ke baad kaafi time tak acha naam nahi sunaa!'
            this inspiring statement of his was for every lady in the compartment.it felt that he came with a motive to cherish our dreams.to mould our thoughts.the same thoughts which entered and exit our mind when we were travelling in the compartment.the fact was,he was blind.and still what we saw in his eyes was the power to motivate us.the guts to encourage a person even though he had to find its way through begging.we donated him a rupee or two out of sympathy but could do nothing out of it.ladies refused to buy his tofees claiming they might be unhygeinic.as local train products were tagged cheap ,low quality,and low on price too.
           the incident still flashes in front of my eyes,leaving me stunned! today too,we still fight the crowd and struggle to find a seat till we reach our destination.this applies with life too.the  only difference is here 'seat' means struggling for our identitys sake amongs the wordly competition and 'destination' refers to success.
                      

' Breath"

          Another word to breath  would mean 'life' itself.  the only chord and connectivity to our existence..breathing purely defines beating of heart to a slow/fast or moderate pace.with the strings of emotions attached to it.relationships,networking,socialising more or less fall in the same category,however its maintenance,durability and development purely lies on us.people we meet,the one we laugh with,share our moments with,and share our existence physically, differ.and while we are cutting down time with all these moments,we may never realise,the heart still beats with varied rate of pressure..
         How happy are we in life?sounds melodramatic.but yes,need be thought over...people who are single or attached more or less share the same state of mind..the only difference is the mindgame.i may feel happy cos i am single and my friend cries over her relationship issues.she may be jealous of the fact that i get to spend more time with myself being single.however at the end of the day everyone feels that the grass is greener on the other side.this forms a comment over relationship with a partner.nowadays we have been losing over our conscious so poorly that terms like honesty,faith,loyalty ,truth etc factors are mere words for us.how many of us do care?
         With the amount of growing materialism over bond with closed ones,we fail or rather forget to fulfill our duties towards the other person.the reason behind this forms the 'breath'.. we may be unknown to the number of times our heart may beat...nobody wants to waste their time building a relationship.if they care,they may be too busy for it.it may be any relation in the surrounding.!
      

The moon amongst the stars*

 A BLOGGER-  THE 'MOON 'AMONGST THE STARS.....

        What keeps you holding on here?this' blog zone'? a good blog will always fulfill the necessity to be read.
a bad one may gain few random glances. blog mainly refers to thought process.but why would you or anyone get into these philosophical definitions.now here,sitting in front of the computer and reading this piece would be purely based on reference.mine or any other acquaintainces.i purely thank for everyones fellowship for this piece to be shared.the point is not what you are reading right now.i purely emphasize on weightage of  a person's blog based on his existence in the current 'market'.

                           If you do not have any address of anyones blog,and you are keen to read what exactly this 'blog fever' is! then you might just randomly end up typing a celebrity or a tv star's name.it also might be a politician,a social worker or a sportsperson and so on.in short a reknowned  personality.and then you may go about reading it.
                             After sometime you may notice that a celebrity may blog of his scheduled shoots,his experiences of travelling countries,shopping,accessories,shoots,and his entire travel to 'glamgow' .and rest of them as mentioned above may too majorly stress on their professional existence in their personal life too.the number of shows and conferences they attend,the many inaugarations,the ngo's.their sympathy and empathy towards the low and backward class in the society,their many expensive clothes,the champagne parties,their achievements,awards..,their breakups,marriage,divorce,controversies,tragedies etc etc..
and eventually it would be very early for you to realise this.however gradually,your interests may disappear and curiosities would rise.and you may never know when you would get lost amongst these 'stars'.
                             Because stars are many..and the universe is one.your routine will demand bumping into these stars every other day.you may keep counting them till you never realise that they are recounted.the celebrities will be the bloggers and you-the reader.why would you even google search about an ordinary man?blog of salman khan?results-about a 5 crore fans...blog of a student-? 0 results.blog of  mentally retarded?results- please check wether the spelling is correct.blog of a widowed women?-sorry .not interested.
                            I may not have mentioned all this.but the answers are with us itself. why would anyone buy grief? everyone likes to stay happy. readers love to read whats catchy!those sophisticatedly bulit up material lines.and accoring to majority of us, what would an ordinary man blog about? a 9 to 5 job?his local  train journey?his wife?colleagues at work? wife?children?
                            Our definition needs to be changed. we must break the confinity lines.after all,who will notice the 'moon'?yes ,you got the answer.the 'moon' is us!one amongst the ordinary...and the 'many' are stars.

Rang barse!!

HOLI HAI
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 I mean a festival of colors is a such an innocent thought.. N wat we do abt it..? Mock freedom, get high, suppress our true self & pose hapiness under the veil of dreadly paints.. Those r not colors we play Holi with.. V play it wid paints..  

            Rituals are no more a process or steps to bring togetherness in the society. values and customs which were inculcated ages ago which gave birth to the festival of holi are now followed as a procedure in order to respect the older generation.one may not completely agree with this statement,however what needs to be changed is "ways" to take it ahead. ahead to the new generations..for them to have a wondrous insight to our culture.if cultural values are important,so is the form in which we preach them about how holi was formed and the reason behind its celebration...!
         a positive thought for the backup of this festival claims the bright ,colourful face of life .

A voyage to discovery

     Sleep, hunger,rest and comfort were so dear to me that I ,on purpose did not hold on to my excitement to board the 1st flight to mauritius.the entire day was restless.and so the night which followed ahead too...! the -so much usual and delayed flight timing made me crazy over waiting back outside the airport for absolutely nothing..an hour prior to boarding the flight might have  been more worth .since it was a first international trip,i cared.
            The airport premises seemed to be restricted for the relatives or friends of the passengers to enter in.they made it convenient in a manner that they could  say a  'goodbye' and greet their dear ones.it was due to security reasons as the 26th of jan (republic)was nearing.after a couple of hours of patience was over,we finally checked in.my excitement factor of 'to-the-core-' did not exist.  this might have been obvious because of the disturbed sleep,the hustle and bustle,curiosity levels,enthusiasm was almost vanished.this was due to a day prior to the departure which was scheduled and dedicated for 'packing' reasons..we finally made it to the extra-superb,lavish,comfort zone of the business class travellers.'the VIP lounge'.

           To mention- the ambience there was luxury oriented.followed with a thin footwalk towards the breakfast table.the peach coloured couch made it cosier ,by the time i had already started feeling nauseatic.i sipped in something termed as chinese herbal green tea.it was enormously hot.though,soothing.i was about to slaush in there!no sooner did i realise.i had a flight to board.after getting through the custom check procedure,which i would not want to discuss precisely here in this piece of my blog....we finally made it to the 'air mauritius'- islander plane!
              i grabbed my seat as soon as we entered the plane.cos i knew to the fact of surrendering myself to sleep after finding my comfort zone till i reached the destination.the business class seats seemed damn comfortable and huge,different from the economy class.the seat consisted of a private and individual tv screen,an in built massager and other accessories. as it was dawned already and we were ready to take off.followed by the journey was a not up to the mark-egg omlette and tea for breakfast .i deeply and whole heartedly missed my 'chaai' clearly indicating i was going to leave my country and indian tea always made an exception wherever you travel throughout the globe.
            i closed my eyes and within few seconds the plane found its track through the 'air' way.when i found myself awake,all i could see was map denoting the distance between india and mauritius and a small symbol of a plane over the map indicating hours of journey and miles travelled.just like ant- sized something is about to cross the border of india,and cut down the miles of travel above the adjoining  sea entering the african continent.
            after long 6-hour journey,i landed in portlouis,the capital city to mauritius.
"bonjour madame,i hope you had a safe journey!"exclaimed the air hostess and i parted ways from the airport. rushing to premises outside the airport ,i caught a taxi to drop me in the main province of port louis.