Soul to death. Death To Soul

       SOUL TO DEATH

DEATH TO SOUL

Well, today I am going to scribble about something very subtle and something sensitive,  I would rather say 'something HYPERSENSITIVE '.

Today,  I am overwhelmed with  my mingled up and charged feelings. 

'Soul to Death',  today's heart capturing extract would fill each soul with pent up emotions,  emotions which would be discharged in the silhouette of tears. 

For some out there, a tear won't be just an outline but it would be a pyramid of souvenirs,  something so reminiscent.  

I am talking about losing your best friend to death.

Before bringing in the sole reason for writing on this particular topic,  I would like to put up a very very simple question. 

What do you mean by the term 'BEST FRIEND'?

When someone asks me this question,  I simply state that I do not belive in the term 'BEST FRIENDS'.
You must be quite amused listening to this peculiar statement.
Best friends leave.  Soul Sisters don't.  This is that I tell to my already found soul sister.

So firstly,  I do not feel like there is anything as such 'Best Friends .
Your true loved ones are a part of your existence,  a vital and charismatic component of your soul.

Now just ponder about a situation where someone becomes so helpless,  whereally an outcry can be heard,  where the rage can be felt,  rage demonstrating helplessness, where someone loses their best friend cum soul partner to death.

Before expressing my sudden desire to bring up this,  I would like to mention the root cause of this unanticipated urge.
The sole reason is the movie 'Quija'.
Well how would this horror movie provide me insights into such deep realities,  is the revolving question.

1. When Debbie dies and Lane (her best friend) endendeavours to figure out the reason,  despite knowing that it might result in her death itself.
2. When Lane is about to be killed and Debbie's soul arrives and protects her.

These two heart throbbing aspects gave me a natural quantum to talk it out today.

To put in my tender emotions into words,  I would,  become a poetess,  as of now,  for poetry is just like the music of the paradise and ascendency of soothing effect.

I would write it on behalf of my hypothetical character,  Ellie,  who had lost her soul sister to death.

So here,  I present,  trying to implement the art of beautification :



Losing you was always my fear,
For my preferences,  I used to say ' I don't care.'
Our love , Paradise had always embraced,
Our Infinity Bond,  every soul emulated and chased.
But no one could ever be as magnificent we were.
Being amicable,  we knew we were perfect 'Forever Entrepreneurs '.
As I said 'Losing you was always my Fear'.

Against my fear, my urge to fight for it emerged,
My fear and my urge,  they merged.
But death had its fortune.
I would want to be lost by it soon.

For I always used to say,
Being at Bay,
I would die before you,  you sitting next to my grave,
That inch of laughter, for your last moment with you,  you would save.
My last joke would fall in your ears,
As melody,  they would last with you for years and years.


Losing her soul meant
Her diminishing essence and scent,
Losing her to death,
Just took Away my breath.

Like a crumbled ball,
Getting helpless calls,
I sit there rolled up,
Finding out myself and pulling me up
Being at Bay,
I SAY:

Losing her is losing my own Soul.

When I say,  Death to Soul, I mean,  reviving our life,  accouchement, once again to bring back the soul,  so that Lane gets to live with the same Debbie.

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I CAN SEE IT BETTER.

   I CAN SEE BETTER! 

It is sometimes hard to forget some moments,  moments which have acquired a particular typical place.  

Something,  which I call as pervasive, something omnipresent at every successive point of time.

It's like you have put on some permanent sort of glasses full of reminiscence. 

I would categorise this kind of reminiscence under the title ' PERMANENT SICKNESS LEFT AFTER DETECTING UNPREPOSSESSING REALITIES ' 

Well, I mean something very simple and clear. When I talk about 'DETECTING UNPREPOSSESING REALITIES',  I mean encountering a sudden unpredictable transformatio,  wherein situation reverses itself completely and gives a sensation of just the exact reciprocal.

The point is that this situation gives an essence of flashback, flashback of all the experiences, which were relatively unimportant then, but all of a sudden become cherished now. 

So,  now for a moment,  think if these 'REMINISCENT GLASSES'  are put off for a period of time, it would be just so amazing, like so realise realistic.

On detecting these realities, next time, we must try to put off these glasses as soon as possible.  

But on the other hand,  what if we wear never these glasses in the very first place?

It would require less tremendous efforts,  because these glasses are unlike the incognito windows. 

So,  let's endeavour to stay away from them. HOW? 

'HOW' is the essence of this aspect. 

Never feel too much comfortable in any situation or with a particular set of people. 

This comfort might just reverse itself completely.  

Simply I state,  that this might produce  a situation of  'NO MORE THE EARLIER SITUATION' 

Keeping exceptions aside,  memories do flash and you go into the past leading to deviation of inner peace.  

Never get the essence of PERMENANCE,  for everything is temporary,  even the human body. 

So,  if you succeed in the removal of these glasses or if you gain a point in never wearing them in the very first place,  there would be one particular outcome. 

That would be 'YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE BETTER AND HAVE A CLEARER VISION'.  

This vision can never take your glory and happiness away,  teaching you to be jocular and glad even when you are all by yourself. 

' I CAN SEE BETTER' .

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AGAINST THE SIN

                          AGAINST THE SIN !   

Well under the glimmering moonlight , under the gleaming crescent moon, her shine was appearing evidently radiant and her shine was mesmeric and very much tranquil. Her anticipations never turned up against her , always kept her composed and placid , leaving her unruffled soul in fair optimism. 

Nobody that day could question or interrogate the gracious custody of the moon or nobody had any kind of inquisition for the overwhelming beauty of that spectacular device up there. 

Nobody could imagine the beauty seeking crescent moon being metamorphosised into a hollow and pale device.
Nobody had the courage to assume it as a cold and  stormy and lifeless body.
She could not feel the storm approaching , she could not just fabricate a situation of the mourning moon.
SHE JUST COULD NOT.
IN FACT , NO PURE SOUL COULD.
I AM TALKING ABOUT THE BRUTAL ASSAULT, THE SHAMELESS ACT , THE ACT OF DEVILS AND THE MIGHTY HAVOC : MOLESTATION .
I would really like to just recapitulate a fraction of that day's event when Jyoti's soul was torn apart to the fullest. No amalgamation of mercury or fusion of any letters could ever epitomize that day's shattering events , not even Jyoti herself , for its the soul and the inner peace which get abandoned and stripped away.
Let us have an overwhelming yet a very short overview of THE FATAL 84 MINUTES.

Anjana Kashyap (AK, COP): You two came here just for a walk and then decided to watch a movie?
Avnindra Pandey (AP, VICTIM'S FRIEND AND A SURVIVOR ): Yes, we used to come here on weekends. 
After the movie ended at 8 pm, Jyoti and Avnindra decided to take an autorickshaw for Munirka from where they were to head for their homes. 
8.15 pm Jyoti and her friend reach Munirka's bus stand .
The bus was there when they reached and a boy ie the juvenile convict forced them to board the bus. The others pretended as if they were passengers. 
AP : They locked the doors of the bus and switched off the lights. Three men came towards us and one of them punched (me) on the face. They snatched our phones and beat us with rods. Jyoti was trying to help me but she was pulled back by others.After raping Jyoti, the attackers threw us out. We were lying on the road without any clothes. I tried to get up and wave at the moving traffic. Some cars stopped, saw us and left without helping. 

I don't have the capacity to recollect any other vital points , all this sufficed to give me goosebumps and transport me into another world of insecurities and baffled events.WHO ARE GIRLS?YES , WE ARE THE WILD SOULS , WE REFLECT PURITY AND ABSOLUTE SERENITY. WE HAVE THAT NEVER ENDING SHIMMER AND GLITTER. WE HAVE A CRAZY STREAK , WE MIGHT BE OVER AMBITIOUS BUT YES, WE ARE AT PAR WITH ALL THE BRUTAL AND LIFELESS MEN.

A COIN HAS TWO SIDES.

WE REPRESENT A COMPLEX MOLECULE AND ARE TAKEN FOR GRANTED .WE TEND TO FLY HIGH , IT'S NOT THAT WE JUST WANT TO , WE CONSIDER IT OUR NECESSITY , BUT IN THIS TYPICAL SOCIETY, OUR WINGS ARE DISSECTED.WE WANT TO BE INDEPENDENT IN ITS REAL SENSE , BUT OUR FREEDOM IS CURTAILED.WE ARE ALWAYS CONSIDERED AS SLAVES , SEXUAL SLAVES.

WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE ARE SOME THIRST QUENCHING MACHINE .WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE CANNOT JUST WEAR WHAT WE DESIRE TO.WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE WERE BORN TO SERVE THE RUTHLESS MEN.WE ARE LOOKED AT AS IF WE HAVE TO COMPENSATE FOR SOMETHING.

IRONICALLY , I SAY , WE ARE REFERRED TO AS GODDESSES WHO WERE , ARE AND WOULD ALWAYS MEANT TO BE VERBALLY AND PHYSICALLY ABUSED.

I would definitely bring in the point of our dearest well wisher , one of the them MR MUKESH SINGH.
His verdict :

"A girl is far more responsible for rape than a boy,a decent girl won't roam around at 9 o'clock at night.a decent girl won't roam around at 9 o'clock at night.not roaming in discos and bars at night doing wrong things, wearing wrong clothes. About 20 percent of girls are good.If women are not good,  men have a right to teach them a lesson by raping them. And if that happens, the woman being raped has a responsibility to silently accept the assault. When being raped, she shouldn't fight back. She should just be silent and allow the rape".

THE ONLY FIRM ANSWER I HAVE FOR THIS SINFUL MAN IS :

 " BABIES COME OUT OF GIRLS' WOMBS AND THAT IS HOW YOU FREAKING CAME OUT , WELL THE FACT LIES IN THE STATEMENT THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE LANDED AND MADE THIS PLACE EVEN WORSE. A DECENT GIRL HAS LIMITS OF MOVING OUT OF THE HOUSE , ACCORDING TO YOU. WELL, ACCORDING TO OUR CONVENIENCE THEN , WE OPINE , YOU HAVE SOME BOUNDARIES TOO. STOP MOVING OUT OF HOUSES AFTER 10. AFTER ALL, ITS ABOUT THE DECENCY LEVEL OF YOUR FAMILY. AS FAR AS CLOTHES ARE IN CONSIDERATION ,  I HAVE A SOLUTION, SOLUTION FOR YOUR LUSTROUS EYES. I THINK YOU SHOULD HELP US  OUT , YOU REALLY CAN BY BUYING US CLOTHES. EACH WOMAN REQUIRES CLOTHES AND THEY SHOULD BE RIGHTEOUS AND UNINVITING ACCORDING TO YOU, SO HELP OUT EACH WOMAN BY BUYING DECENT CLOTHES. TWO OF YOUR ISSUES ARE SOLVED, AND THAT SUMS UP THE CONCLUSION THAT ITS TIME FOR 100 PERCENT WOMEN EXCELLENCE TIME. 

WOMEN WOULD BECOME GOOD AFTER THESE TWO SOLUTIONS.
BUT WHAT MATTERS IS THE JUDGEMENT OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER. SO WHAT IF WE SAY 'MEN ARE HORRIBLE OR NOT GOOD ENOUGH '. BRUTALLY I SAY SHOULD WE COMMENCE RECIPROCATING WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING UNTIL NOW.
AND THAT IS WHEN I WOULD LOVE TO BRING IN THE RESPONSIBILITY ASPECT OF JUST ACCEPTING THE TREATMENT SILENTLY WHEN I EXAMINE THE PERFORMANCE '.

 

She desireD to vamoose from those jocular imprints but there she was with the weapons of disinfiction and evacuation of her contemporary sobriquet 'GLOOM GIRL' 

We have a bright future. Let's not darken it.

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COCOON TO BACK TO COCOON

COCOON  TO  BACK  TO COCOON 

Well, I won't be too long today,  for what I would be writing would be convincing enough for everyone out there and won't require the art of 'Exaggeration'.

What pushed me into writing this one has one and only one reason attached to it and the reason has numerous disturbing methodologies.

Well,  I had an inner voice beating higher than any other prevailing sound.
I had an inner image being visualised again and again, despite zillions of images already there in front.
Those wailing faces all around urged me to take my frustration out.
I can't really pen it down and send it to Mr Modi,  but I can atleast attract attention of some gens.

I am not going to present any examples, instead I can see simply portray my live example.
Well, the Results Day and yes everyone in vain.
Building up pressure, panicking environment, sulking sights,  unfortunate timing.
This isn't the description of a typical 'Result Day'.  It gives appropriate details about the day when Eleventh class students are in a transition mode.

Eleventh to twelfth.


This post is not really about students,  it's about parents,  their physche,  their level of understanding with their children.
The first and foremost step to understand someone, acording to me is to put yourself in the other person's shoes.
I would never say ' Then understand and analyse and take a decision.'
I would rather say 'Just pretend that you are that person, maybe for once.'
The rest of it would fall in place by its own, in the sense,  that it would make us realise the other side's soundtrack too.

Personally speaking, I work hard,  I follow the principle of 'Work Hard,  Play Hard'.
But I guess my results are a bit less comprimising. We need the support but our results don't really aid our process.

I reached home,  blurted out my marks in a single go and in return received a Disappointment Session.
Dissatisfaction session from myself due to cut throat competition and disappointment session from my mom's side.

I have a sincere request. I make an earnest request. A deep request to parents around.
When our dissatisfaction levels are high, all we need is some Encouragement Session and not disapproving scenarios.  No one on this Earth would be lunatic enough to be enchanted to not get high enduring marks.

When we are ourselves worried,  we cannot just go subsiding anyone else's disapproval.

We are human beings,  creatures made by humans.
Who are humans? A specie full of flaws.
Well I was able to flaunt this weakness of mine in  a few of my examinations. My part was to put in efforts,  the another part ditched me.  I never ditched.

Seeing the crying cases,  feeling the competition and experiencing the panick, I opine,  knowledge has no Place. Just a quantitative figure is and would always be.

We emerge out of cocoon to prosper,  flourish and show our glimmer,  but with the hurdles on the way , we fall and get trapped among the indecipherable virtual walls of the Cocoon.

I want to rise but never screech away.
I want to fly,  but I don't want my skyscraper dreams to get shattered.

JUDGEMENT.

              JUDGEMENT!

Imagine, walking in the corridoor with your best friend and somebody just passes by.  'SOMEBODY' has some special stories attached to him/her. 

Well,  did you just ponder about your judgment criteria for that particular person? 

I could reach to the conclusion that the judgement criteria becomes the very specific stories clinging to the name.  

In our lifetime,  we all commit mistakes,  mistakes  that were exaggerated and transformed and forced to take the title of 'SINS'.  

I firmly believe in the fact that nobody is wrong, nobody is at fault under these mysterious circumstamces.  It is just the loopholes of these varying aspects of life.
Well, why I can claim this has a reason attached to it,  a very vital one.
You know what, it is excessively simple to blame someone but when its time for getting targetted and literally accepting the blame, the clouds fade.
Whenever,  strong winds blow and the darkness approaches, darkening the already dark world around, we lose hope, lose ourselves.
We drown,  drown in the drowing winds,  not because we are proved wrong but because nobody could reduce the paucity of understanding and stand by us.
That is how the world is.
People are proved wrong by us.
We are proved wrong by them.
Lastly, KARMA RETURNS.


I am writing all this, scribbling all these unprepossessing situations because I have gone through the trauma,  and I have seen the unclear ruling world.

One day, when things commenced turning up against me, I realised the fact that nobody is ever at fault, nobody ever pursues those ugly realities .
And I can opine it only when I could feel it openly, when I could feel my latitude and origin shifting away.

Karma returns. We all indulge in proving the other person at fault and the vicious cycle misinterprates us.

A person,  whatever did , becomes past.
PEEL AWAY TIREDNESS FOR PRESENT.
FOCUS ON FUTURE.
 But,  past is never forgotten either by the suffered sufferer or the surrounding souls.
Society keeps on being judgemental,  judgemental about the deeds we had done,  which may have been realised as wrong by us, or the ones which might have become opportunistic and avail the benefit of a bad time phase.

People change. Time changes.
A different fragrance can be sensed.
Why are people always judged on the basis of who that person was,  HISTORICALLY.
Why can't that person's inner soul be peeked into at a fresh point of time?
Why are people given the title of 'BEING NEGATIVE'?
Why are people looked upon with this criterion of 'MISTAKES'. ?

Why has an answer,  but not any more further solution,  for, this very much prevailing thing would still have its existence.

That person is unknown, but yes, their mistakes have been parcelled out in a sac in the form of Mistakes.

Why is it typically unethical to do so.
Mistakes are exaggerated.
Mistakes do not prove the internal aspect of a person.
Mistakes are short timed disappointments.
Nobody knows as to what the real description is.


It becomes absolutely impossible for us to  determine our faults,  to determine our wrong intensity and direction.
It becomes ruthlessly unthinkable to even determine if the path we chose was right or not.

Well, we accept the position of being erroneous.
We accept it with great struggle,  and we are reminded of it each moment by thr judgemental aspect of society.
This great struggle results in us blaming ourselves always. We commence underestimating our inner kindness,  we set the balls rolling for undervaluing our goodness.

Cease judging somebody by their past.
Their past one day,  had meant everything to them and all of a sudden,  being at the gun point, everything had been massively destroyed.  The destructive weapon had been put to force and in full motion.
Now,  their past makes them feel unvalued and unfutile.
People change. Mistakes change them. Mistakes metamomorphisize all.
Read it, feel it and sense iT.

Karan Kundra in Gumrah says 'No one is a Born criminal'
I say 'No one ever portrays negativities  ,impenetrable successive points of time take that job well enough'

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Not So Fruitful!

            NOT SO FRUITFUL! 

When,  these words swing in, the words 'INDIAN EDUCATION' get magnified and commence spinning and there goes the 'Intensification Session'.

I am sure that each one of us,  particularly during this time period can relate to all this. 

Let me bring in the scenario which brings all these conflicting thoughts.

Just a week left For  Term Exams and we sit there, simply , gazing at the books pages, very white,  yet very blurr and faded. 

Appearances are definitely deceptive.  

Sitting there, simply pondering about nothing at all. Just then an open ended thought dives in, 'HEY,  ARE WE GOING TO GET ADMISSION IN THE BEST COLLEGE?' 

Not getting it over there would definitely eliminate all the enlightenment and that would mean 'ENTIRE DARKNESS'.  

I mean,  why,  capabilities are not judged?  Don't they provide enough incentives? Why are they not considered the scale of measurement?  

Well, the common answer to this building up chain of questions is
'Because Capacity outbeats Capabilities in today's scenario'.

Capacity of fixing everything in brain.
Capacity to pen down all the fixed up aspects.

Its like, like fighting or convincing the whole  world to pursue you what your real interests are and follow the trace line of 'Hobbies'.
Sounds a bit dramatic but reflects Reality.

I have a very significant question to be answered 'Why do we have to pursue science,  Commerce or Humanities,  even if we have to end as being Musicians?'

JACK OF ALL, BUT MASTER OF NONE.
We are literally taught everything from those mountains to Trignometry.
So many topics to be just fed. What happens next?
Nothing happens with an element of No Creativity.

I mean why can't we just not study more than 100's of merits and demerits of different forms of Government Organisations in Business Studies.
Why do we have to do that, as if Government is proving out to be so extraordinary and outstanding for India?

We rely on our 'CHALK AND TALK SYSTEM ' and precisely on the art of 'EARNING MARKS'.

Formulaes have become much more significant and vital Than Concepts.
Something unbearable is the literal enforcement of Theoretical Knowledge.

Art is the practical knowledge of scientific principles. What are we ultimately focusing on.  ART OR MARKS'?
We study something,  write everything in our absurd Answer Sheet and then get away with all the notions.
These days,  every single thing is done for earning marks.
We all tend to forget everything after we are done with our forcible exams
. Well that's not the fault of any student. Its not OUR FAULT.
ITS THE FAULT OF UNDETECTABLE FLAWS IN INDIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM.
They provide us with incentives for earning high ratings of marks. Incentives in the form of the best college.
Our entire life is based on this phase of time. Somebody has extended talents but won't have a secure future just because he doesn't have the capability to fetch marks.

Well,  one Capability could not nullify the effect of the other one. Aren't we told in Physics that 'For Every Action, there is an equal and Opposite Reaction. '
Well,  this worldwide accepted principle couldn't just prove a simple point.

While writing this,  there came an advertisement where a guy in India is able to  study Accounts and Biology and the location was IIN,  Idea Internet, and we are still stuck on the point of Courses Disparities.  When we can't solve this crisis,  how would we just take crucial steps for Regional Disparities.

Well, a great number of students commit suicide annually,  hope no one of us goes through the same.
Time for a change.
BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT THE SOCIETY TO INCORPORATE.
At this level,  Change sounds weird but change in outlook can metamorphosise its role from PASSIVE TO ACTIVE, SOMEDAY SOMETIME SOMEWHERE, it would bring in a change.

I AM SURE THAT IF  SOMEONE IN THE POLITICAL SYSTEM, WHO WOULD STAND FOR A 360 DEGREE TRANSFORMATION,  WOULD UNDOUBTEDLY FETCH MAJORITY OF THE VOTES OF THE TO BE '18' VOTERS.


THE CONCLUSION ENDS WITH PRECISION REQUESTING TO  JUDGE ART AND TALENT AND NOT MARKS.


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First Blog Month

          FIRST BLOG MONTH 

Before commencing,  I would say, 'Mom Dad,  love you for everything. '

Well, I planned to inscribe something more sensitive and heart touching this time, something that would force the gens to have goose bumps, something that would let the cold reality to be more visible and excruciating.

But today's thing covers up one part but leaves the other one,  for its the time for merry making today.
Goose Bumps arise when you freeze,  freeze with some very strong,  vigorous and intense emotions.

Imagine the intensity of these emotions once,  ponder about the time when you experience this. Time period which has a very short life span but also the time span which gives you a great enchantment session,  gives birth to millions of aspirations and most  significantly, brings that MONA LISA GRIN.

There are varying circumstamces for these sessions to take place. But honestly,  I don't get them very often. I won't exactly be typical and opine that I get them whenever I post something over here. That would be a bit inappropriate.
But yes I have a golden incident,  sparkling moment of 290 views.
I remembe,  exactly a month and a day ago, this time,  I was indulged too much in 'OXYMORON: A BOAT IN DROWNING WINDS ' I wasn't tensed exactly,  I wasn't even too happy. I just felt the power of indulgence.

When I completed,  I broadcasted and simply slept, didn't sleep because I required sleep, but I slept because I desired some amount of surprise,  euphoria and high spirits as a consequence.
The next morning I woke up and found out that people have actually aided my process.  Their process took two forms.  First one was 'Appreciation'.
Second one was 'Letting more people know about it'.

Whatever they did is undoubtedly unforgettable and each one had their due share in making more people know about my blog.

My neighbor,  A Chartered Accountant,,  had made my words read,  felt and understood by more than 90 people.

My aunt, who stays just opposite to my place,  in whose arms I had played day and night , then commenced calling me me MATURE.

I remember exactly a month ago, evening time and I had around 12 people around me,  catching glimpses and glances.  I was technically surrounded by people with overwhelmed eyes and overwhelmed emotions.

The CAKE CEREMONIAL DAY,  if I talk about that day's morning,  even I get overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed with the same GOOSE BUMPS vivid emotions I had experienced, then with full main and might.

I keep on talking about ' INTENSIFICATION OF BEAUTIFICATION '
That day I realised what it truly means.
290 views and almost 2000 now,  long way,  a long journey but definitely 290 is the luckiest.

In the end,  I can just say that what I feel whenever I post something is uncomparable to any other feeling I have experienced till date.

What I write becomes a lesson and a blessing for me,  at the same time.
My words teach me,  spin in my head and foster my joviality.

My blog fabricates my world SUBLIME enough for me to stay with A Thousand Pains for the rest of my years of existence.


It means the World to me.


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