APRIL 2, 16

                APRIL 2 , 2016. 

After a long time , I am religiously getting back to pen down my previaling thoughts pouring in as much beautification as I can. 

Just as I got to my feet to diligently type out, I gladly came across a post which was beautiful in its genuine sense.

The post was somehow linked with the storyline of PS : I LOVE YOU, except for the change that a dying parent left a golden platter of shining words , each letter having a magnificience in its own attire.

A dying parent , fighting with the fatal fighter , Cancer , started on a never ending journey in his mid 30's. A jouney from where he would watch out for his loved ones as a celestial soul up there , but would never be able to pat his son's shoulder when he would probably be proud of his first girlfriend.

Parents who know that they would no longer be able to live with their kids are the parents whose dismal can sway away anyone , powerfully.

Such was a father who wanted to  live with his son while shining up there , so this man  with tears in his eyes kept on writing angelic pieces of words .
He kept on leaving elegant letters with each rare word having its own significance.
Word has been complimented with rare because the father would soon become oblivion of life.

I would like to fabricate one or two out of the treasure .
The solidified azzure , the shining star high up has tears while the son waves off the letter with the edge of his reminiscent fingers and commences to read with quivering hands and a blunt speech.


When he passed away with a sunken heart leaving souls rusted with gloom.
It said :
"Son , I know I was wrong that I left you alone over there. But trust me your life has a lot in store for you. You know your mom is holding a photograph and crying. Go over to her and tell her that I miss you all and I am watching you guys.


During hard days at school :
Son, you are 18. Your life is a mess . Right?
Mark my words . It is a beautiful mess.
Live rach second fully. Experiment a different 'You'. You are free to grow.
Love your changes and accept the flaws of your inner strength and the world too. .
Love , dad.

When the son gets success. :
Congratulations son for whichever success step you are at right now. I am fine. God treats me well. Succes is unattainable , son. What you have is a token of appreciation.
You need more tokens for construction of a staircase to the reach that unattainable echelon. Make the staircase such that unattainable becomes easily accomplishable.

When married :
Son , today I will tell you something actually as a strict parent. She would be here to complete you and scare you when it comes to occupying the same room.
Its just not you , it is about you and her , together. Respect her . These moments never come back. Capture their essence and recapture the golden moments .
Love , dad."

When mother is gone.

"She is with me."
These 4 words sound so gragarious .
"She is with me . I missed her. Don't get impulsive. Love , dad."


When inevitable death  is near :
"You are a man walking with a stick , with white hair down your pie like bald.
For convivial environment , chant the supreme's name. You are near to the end. Approaching death towards life is like an azzure with mixed thoughts.
You can't walk or talk
Just close your eyes and recollect each of your memory , reading my words .
Memories will make you realise how magnificient your life had been ."

You would be gone until now.
But see you soon buddy. We'll shine together brilliantly.
Love , dad.

Writing this  brought tears in my eyes.
Hold on close to your parents. They love you . Love them .
Time is slipping away .


- 4599 :) 

OXYMORON

 STRANDS  OF  BEAUTIFUL MESS      

when one solemnly broods about life , 

when one cudgel one's brain about the extravagance of life

when one contemplates about the testimony of life, 

we commence ruminating another word and that is Self Indulgence.

Okay let's not beat about the bush , let us be straight forward in today's dynamic approach.

Life is about an arm and a leg, sac of costly affaires.

Today , 'Dynamism of Life Vs Unprepossessing Realities' completes its PREMIERE ANNIVERSARY , ITS  INAUGURAL JUBILEE.

And I have a long list of inferences regarding the drowning boat , LIFE , as my first post designated it. This long list did not come to its existence on its own , like a certain charming miracle , but it approached to me , actually to my 'BY CHANCE' observations. 

Gradually , the cycle of metamorphosis plunged into , and there I broke the ice and actually started observing combination of facets ,  happy and sad , vibrant and condescending. 

And trust me for a while , looking around the world , just throwing a glittery glance around, suffices. Believe in me when I opine about noticing people and understanding the beautiful depth and the  miserable impression of their lives and then you feeling like the person you needed when you were younger. 

If you re read the last few words of a person who has submitted to the almighty , you actually would feel beautiful just the way you would if you keenly notice the last few words of the last paragraph , signifying 'Be the person you needed when you were younger'. 

Desolated state sometimes turns into an intoxicated state once again. Why?

Because at times , a celestial stranger might come up and make it all charismatic once again.

Walk around , you might be able to be that CELESTIAL STRANGER.

You would feel a bit outlandish by the last two words . 

CELESTIAL STRANGER , OXYMORON , for we had been taught to generally be outweighed by the bizarre strangers , the weird interlopers. 

But such crescent interlocks and situations might result into A beautiful oxymoron. 

THIS PARTICULAR POST MIGHT REFLECT A SITUATION OF OXYMORON , SIMILAR TO THE FIRST POST FROM WHERE I COMMENCED THIS  CONVEX YET A VERY STRAIGHT VAGABONDAGE. 

http://devnanagi1998.blogspot.in/2015/01/oxymoron-boat-in-drowning-winds-life.html

This day is precious to me,

 as this blog completes an year of sincere perseverance, appreciation and love. 

Live life to the fullest and do not let go of the beautiful mess around.

HAPPY NEW YEAR. 

MERRY 2K16 .

- A WISHFUL BLOGGER.

GOODBYE

                GOODBYE.

Time for an adios! 

Time for a hasta la vista ! 

Time for a valediction !
Time to bid goodbye to the gems who had made your 14 years worth rememberance.

When I sit today , scribbling about this kind of unfair retirement , I actually am overwhelmed with the mere thought that from years now , I would flip the pages of souvenirs with reminiscent fingers.

This effervesnce of SCHOOL LIFE would probably never fade , be it either at the age of thirty or sixty.

Ever brooded at the fact that we actually won't be a regular part of the place which we had loathed and loved at the same time.

Ever had goosebumps regarding the point that we won't have to anymore put in our soul and efforts to be a troublesome parcel of the class?

Morning alarms and early mornings won't be of the same significance.

Well , I am cognizant of what actually having a revulsion or hatred for school means.
I probably used to loathe it more than anyone else.

But Summer Fields School would be missed and the phenomenal Summerites would never ever be forgotten.
You can't after all forget the people who have understood you or the prodigious people who used to be the sole reason for that ache in your stomach due to endless laughs spilled or those tears they never let you shed.

The situation of perplexity , love and loathe has beautifully transformed it into a situation of moiety , one of two equal parts and that is spectacular love or the part of awe inspiring endearment.

When you become sensitive enough to gather the thrust of what all the musky glowing walls have given , then you would deeply realise as to what you would miss on.

FAREWELL 2K16 MADE ME REALISE THAT.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE. 

May this year be a blessing for your souls. 

Well , I am in a euphoric mood , for on 4th Jan , this blog completes its first ecstatic and beautiful year. 

A VIVACIOUS AND RISKY JOURNEY 

from commencement of the fear of getting readers to focus till getting 3814 views :') 

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.