TEN RUPEE NOTE

                TEN RUPEE NOTE

 IGNORANTIA 

IGNORANTIA is a very popular Latin word signifying IGNORANCE , ignorance which we all are subdued in. 

Paucity of time would not justify the point which I'll make today. My perception following my justification is IGNORANTIA which is followed by few roots.

Stepping out of the house and finding the dull world covered with a thick layer of transcedence and the bright blaze around.
Moving about becoming the hep , watching around people all dressed up from tip to toe , smiling while seeing the soothing scattered Rangoli colours , we conclude its the happy festive season.

HAPPY DIWALI TO EACH. :)

Positively , anecdotes about the festival are true. This pure season is glamorous enough to lift up the dull morale and amalgamating the nooks and corners with prepossessing joys.

BUT...
Before I actually land to where I really have the flight to , I would come on the reason which urged me to ponder and write about it.

Yesterday after my Economics tuition at Paul , I was returning home with my best friend. We were very gladly talking about the festival.
When we reached , I gave a 100 rupees note to the auto guy . He gave me 50 back and I very rudely , without realising said 'BHAIYA MAINE 100 DIYA THA'.
Not noticing the fact that he was already searching to give me back my 10.
When he returned my note , he commenced counting the entire day's earnings when we realised that he seemed quite colourless and dull in this season of flashing colours and brilliantly illuminated lights.

My best friend with a gloomy face said "Poor ya , I feel so bad."

MISERIES AROUND THE WORLD. I started pondering about it but then and there I didn't say a word except for a thankyou which I actually meant.
He replied with a warm welcome which I perceived in a way that he felt proud about himself,  for,  someone expressed gratitude.

I didn't want to give him that 10 rupees note , being sympathetic or extravangantly generous because PITY CAUSES EGO AND I WAS AIMING FOR ACTUALISATION. Pity wasn't fitting in the scene because he could have been capable enough but circumstances and fortune abdicated his to be established future throne.

We both assumed on the part of calculations that after the rent of the auto and fuel , he would be earning around 500-700 per day or less than that or may be nil at days. On an average he'd be earning just 14000-21000 rupees and  we both agreed on a very valid point.
She said "We take 300-400 for school canteen "
"Sanya , one visit of WOW and we take 3000."
And we realised.

I was neither in the scorching heat not in the freezing winds , neither was I engrossed in something vital at that particular point of time . But what made me to NOT notice him or people like them around  was my ignorance which was a result of my obession with my life.


All I exclaimed to my best friend at the point was 'There are so many miseries in the world. Trust me , these are the real problems you got to feel bad about . Our problems still circulate around the teenage floatations.

That ten rupee note would not have given a major boost to his life , it would have instead made him feel shaken and a person who would depend on the cruel world around.
 Sometimes these people do not demand to be offered a significsnt amount of egoisitic aid.
They simply do not demand overwheming  gryatitude .
They just need to be understood and a thankyou would work for that , if nothing else.

That ten rupee note does not mean much but the way it acted proved obessions wrong .

IT WAS WORTH IT.

HAPPY DIWALI. 

-DEVNA NAGI 

She learnt .

                      SHE LEARNT.

Endeavouring to grow a bit different , I become a poetess today gathering solicitudes of worldly association and  the relatable facts of what someone really is.

She had that enigmatic euphoria
 which never subsided or never
self trapped itself in a powerless tube.
 Her atoms were always charged
 spreading ectstacy all around.
She relied way too much
 on people and blindfoldedly
 acted like an open book to all.
She went through rigourous hurdles
Carving way for her existence
Finally someone new emerged
Right from the cocoon
God knows what the cocoon was a part of
Which made her entirely hard

She learnt not to get attached
she learnt not to trust
she learnt not to forgive
she learnt not to bear the pain
she learnt not to care
she learnt to cease worrying
she learnt to get optimistic vibration in her own life
BUT ALL SHE LEARNT WAS TO KNOW HOW TO PRETEND.

She was hard on the outer panel .
She still had the facet of sequestration.
She learnt how to fabricate and pretend.

She found something happening
She found the essence being captured.
She felt it was real.
She felt it was true for she had never felt anything this way before.
But she could not figure out what it was .
She never questioned .
It became silent and now she is
standing on the verge when she is panicking
about the end of it which she unwilling desired to.
Flames were vividly seen with ebullience for it burnt too hight that moment .



Yes her cocoon made her learn how to pretend .

-DEVNA NAGI

DETACHMENT

DETACHMENT from the glittery  worldly relations is inevitable.
Blood relationships and non blood connections are something which are hard to give up on.
Don't we get way too symbolised with people around?
Don't we genuinely associate with the facet of non separation?

If circumstances transform and this brings about a significant change in our lifestyles, then,  yes we can conclude that we were too attached to whatever we have lost hold on.

Nothing is permanent.  Everything is temporary like a faded bubble, which carries magnificent texture,  but disappears in no time.
Let's remove the ambiguity of experiencing the pain and pinching sorrows.
If we do not start this process voluntarily, then forces of nature would come in consideration and do it for us
 Destiny warns but we do not warn our instincts.  Someone has to do it for us ,  destiny being the best of all is advantageous.
Destiny reciprocates.
We have the facet of VOLUNTARY association.  Destiny signifies INVOLUNTARY removal which gives us a tincture of discomfort and torment.

The point is not to stay in isolation,  the point is to understand the vital fact that things and people do exist to please,  but they don't last forever.
When something doesn't have to last for the entire lifetime, then what is the point in torturing one's own self.

People come and go,  they come as reminders,  lessons,  arguments.  conflicting thoughts and warning signals.

But your agility never takes an inverse turn,  it always lies with all your sensations.

Your felicity should have high standards.
Your merriment must be infectious.
Your contentment must be omnipresent. 

SELF INTROSPECTION, RE INTRODUCTION AND INTRODUCTION

Well let us talk about something technical today. Let us use the immensely heavy proforma of technicality including today's facet of 'Self Introspection, Introduction and  Re-introduction. '

When I say 'Self Introspection and Introduction ',  the term 'Self Introspection' is quite relatable and easily understandable. But when I say 'Self Introduction ' I mean it to be a bit distinguished from from Self Introspection.  

Self introduction and self Introspection,  according to me are two varied fields.

When you simply sit,  pondering about the dual effect of your actions,  that is negative and positive outcomes. 

You judge people. But when it's time for internal personal judgement,  that is when I conceptualise it as 'self Introspection. '

For being a  successful personality,  you need to get your dynamism re -introduced to yourself. 

We all have that facet which is responsible for our mood swings,  for our bubble like opinions,  for our continuous changes in temperament.  

Let us get ourselves reintroduced to ourselves.  It's very important.  

Re introduction is basically getting to know your changes and
transformations.  

It's about exactly getting to know what you want and what you have in your mind. 

Well when I say 'ntroduction',  it's basically when you are deprived of yourself in the first place. 

It might happen that you find the source of that smile somewhere else,  you find it in others. But the best part is that attaining happiness is very simple,  for,  you are the only source of your enchantment. 

If you are not introduced to yourself,  do it.  Feed your soul! 

These three aspects are essential for a promising personality.

This is something which is extensively possible for the night owls. Cheers to them,  for I am one of them!  

- KEEP YOURSELT UPDATED. 

Thanks. 

IT'S ALWAYS NOT ABOUT BLOOD

No amalgamation of mercury or fusion of any twenty six letters could ever recount my amount of internal enchantment, I found myself submerged in, after the end of such a chaotic yet a perfect birthday.  

That significant unparalleled feeling you get,  when you sit at the end of the day with gratitude and love in your hearts. 
Those uncomparable and unrepeatable souvenirs which strike your head make you feel obliged towards all those who contributed towards it. 

What your family does for you is something you can't ever reciprocate,  to be frank enough. 
What they do for you is something you can't even endeavour to work upon. 

On the same stance,  we have our non blood gems who literally stand on the same burning plane and grab every opportunity to let you sparkle and get that beam,  typically. 


That is when I opine the word 'Friends'.  

At this particular point of time,  when I simply sit and ponder about two situations,  one that of my day,  subjugated in enchantment and the other one of the day when it would be time for a farewell submerged with an ample amount of choking and overwhelmed feelings. 

Not talking about the pent up charged emotions,  I would simply sum up this time by saying one FOREVER GOLDEN LINE :

They are the twinkling stars who would light up your world and your days like no one else would,  they would be the burning anxious spirits who would cross any stretching paths and hurdles for your entitled beams ' 

I am glad to have some great non blood gems in my life who brought my day to an end in a way I could never grasp hold of. 
I am glad to have spent such a day in my short span. 

FIDELITY AND ACTUALITY

ESCAPING THE FIDELITY AND ACTUALITY

Living in this materialized world is a very difficult task.
Living in this fabricated shell all the time is certainly a thing not to believe in.
Living in this glossy world is like living in a dingy environment with lustre painted out around.


Life is a vicious circle. It has a heavy weighted Sac of things our mind firmly believes in and which our heart doesn't want to.

The basic point stands in the evitable statement what we all are running from actualities, from realities,  from responsibilities, from everything we do not desire to believe in.

There are points in life, where the fact is hidden in us deep down, where we know that it is an unattainable possibility and that is the point when we simply sit back and commence WAITING for it to happen.

The tender part of ours doesn't want to believe in it,  unfortunately.

What happens?
We just don't pass time.
We just don't relax and let the thing happen.

What happens then?
We start losing ourselves in the process,  in the sense that we let those feelings overpower us.
Our inner strength starts getting overshadowed.

It's a simple fact that we fail to compromise with.

'If it is not destined,  we won't be get it,  ever,  no matter how much we wait for it re -destine itself. '

I am not referring to any particular situation,  but if you are suffering from it,  you might be able to relate that you too are escaping the fidelity.

Destiny plays a passive role.
Saying is easy,  following is hard,  almost an unattainable possibility, but endeavouring might aid the process.

Talking about all this doesn't make me prone to the negativities of life. But I let them go by saying ' WHATEVER HAPPENS,  HAPPENS FOR A GOOD.'

The point is that running away from whatever X Y Z,  won't enhance the inner peace which is important for an enchanted life.

'WHATEVER HAPPENS,  HAPPENS WITH A GOOD REASON ATTACHED TO IT, DESTINED FOR US SPECIFICALLY. '

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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