Music

Sufi Music and Mystic ....mmm...I am a avid music lover. I have an ear for anything and everything and anything with the 7 surs and the taals. Having heard so much music from all over the world and some of the finest compositions till date, I can say one thing for surely....the trance Sufi Music creates for you is not be compared.

I don't remember the time frame when I fell in love with this genre of music but the effect it leaves on me is one that of purity, sanctity and mysticism.

I went for the 6th Chapter of Ruhaniyat , an amalgamation of SUFI MUSIC and MYSTICISM.

Singers who probably don't understand half of the things the MC told on the stage but were as enthusiastic as they are really near to something so PURE that it makes us small entities before that aura. Singers who probably are less literate then you and me but more educated in terms of spreading the message given by Saints ages ago.

An appreciating audience which probably didn't understand a word of the songs but was swaying to the tunes of it.Yes, music has definitely got the power to cross borders without passports and conquer hearts and mind without the need of a struggle.

It was truly a great evening and it left us wanting more.
Probably the fast pace of the cities and the stress levels we undergo each day to survive was truly challenged by the purity and sanctity of the small yet powerful thing called MUSIC.

Happy New Year 2010

Hmmm..another year gone...and what a year it was.

2009 started well for me ..a Promotion at the beginning of the year..more responsibilities at work front, no fun all work and then boom ....

Here come November and Man I am engaged....PHEWWWWWWWWWW...

So the year basically changed my status from SINGLE to Committed...and also added lots to ponder about , but yes added more friends to my list and I am happy about that.

2010 is gonna be one hell of a year...MARRIAGE, NEW JOB RESPONSIBILITIES and GMAT.

Adrenaline Junkie

Random thoughts, reckless journeys..sometimes life at risk is a good thing.It gives you the reason to love life again and love it more this time

The more we run away from danger the more we are afraid to face the unknown.Maybe that's the reason adventure sports revamps you or perhaps a near death experience wakes you up.ga

Many a times i gave it a thought but still couldn't bring myself to a point where I could say that

I had an adrenaline rush and I did something.

Makes me wonder whether I have a boring life or I am too organised to try out anything risky.

Somethings are worth taking a risk.

Like having the guts to say "I love you" to the first love of your life irrespective the fact that he might turn your down.

Saying to your boss that he and his thought process sucks:)

I have a list of crazy things I want to do before I say this life goodbye:

1.Bungee Jumping -

2. Crashing a Party

3. Slapping a Guy without any reason

4. Driving a car at the maximum speed

and new ones will definitely get a place in this list.

Elgar- August Rush

When the one thing you’re looking for
Is nowhere to be found
And you back stepping all of your moves
Trying to figure it outYou wanna reach out
You wanna give in
Your head’s wrapped around what’s around the next bend
You wish you could find something warm'
Cause you’re shivering coldIt’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes
The last thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and driving you on
It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes
The last thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and driving you on
'Cause if you hadn't found meI would have found you
I would have found youSo long you’ve been running in circles
'Round what’s at stake
But now the times come for your feet to stand still in one place
You wanna reach out
You wanna give in
Your head’s wrapped around what’s around the next bend
You wish you could find something warm
'Cause you’re shivering cold
It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes
The last thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and driving you on
It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes
The last thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and driving you on
'Cause if you hadn't found me
I would have found you
I would have found you
It was your first taste of loveLiving upon what you had
It’s the first thing you see when you open your eyes
The last thing you say as your saying goodbye
Something inside you is crying and driving you on
'Cause if you hadn't found me
I would have found you
I would have found you
I would have found you
I would have found you

Love is blind

I love you- you are my life now.

I'm here and I love you.

I have always loved you and I will always love you.

Before you, my life was an endless night, very dark, there were stars- points of light and reason and then you shot across my life like a meteor.

Suddenly everything was on fire: there was brilliancy, there was beauty.

Look after my heart- I've left it with you.

I'd rather die than be with anyone but you.

If I could dream at all it would be about you.

You are the very best part of me --- Twilight

The SEA and the SANDS

Packed my bags and all set for the journey to my favorite place. I could feel the thrill of the seeing the sea and the temples again after a long year and a half gap.

Puri has always been my fascination, since my childhood. Probably it being my Mom’s birth place, has somehow found its way into my heart. In spite of the news and warnings by everybody about the heavy rains I decided I have to make the journey this year as well.

So I began the journey with my family from Rourkela via Puri – Hatia Express and though it was raining heavily all through out the journey we were surprised to find a sunny weather awaiting us in our destination. We reached around 9:30 AM and checked in a hotel near the shore. The balcony with the view of the sea, the sound of the waves hitting the shores, what more can one asks for.

Puri as a town hits you with all the warmth it has. It’s a small town lying in the Coastal area of Orissa, easily accessible by train or road from the Capital of the state. Crowded market place, devotees with tears in their eyes, sweet shops spreading the aroma of the delicious preparations and between all this stands the Jagannath Temple – a massive 12th Century creation. Looking at the structure makes you feel like it’s telling a story from that time. The whole area has different temples of various Hindu God and Goddesses each uniquely built and survived the tides of time to awe all the visitors till date and tell a story of its own. I finished roaming around in the temple premises and then thought of visiting the other temples and places in and around the town.
Each temple in the town speaks a story of its own and if I start writing everything here then it will be a massive article. The places are really near to each other so it doesn’t take much time to wrap up everything and returning to the hotel. After a hearty meal and a nice afternoon nap, it was time for visiting the shore.

Dusk was settling in and the shore was becoming crowded by each minute that passed on. The waves were rough in the evening owing to the Full Moon day and the overcast skies. One never knows how time passes when you are near a shore, probably you are so engrossed on the waves coming to the shore and returning back and looking at people holding each other whenever a huge wave tries to uproot their feet from the ground. After the sun has set across the horizon, I took a long walk along the shore. As it was a full moon, the reflection of the moon on the water was ethereal in everyway. It felt like the moon was floating in the water and will reach you whenever the waves came towards me. Small boats and ships at the horizon looked like dots of civilization that existed inside the dark sea. So the time flew off and it was time for dinner and what’s best when you are a hard core non vegetarian and are near the sea, Sea food! So we found a hotel which specialized in all such delicacies and had a fill to last for the whole night and also the day after that. Then a sleep filled with dreams of the sea, sand and the moon.

Next day, early morning and we were off to the place where the river Bhargavi, a branch of the Mahanadi meets the Bay of Bengal. The clear water of the river flows peacefully into the sea and ends its journey. You can see two different colors of the water, one clear and peaceful and the other sandy, salty and rough. The confluence of the river and the sea is the beauty which cannot be described by mere words. From there we went back to the main town and just roamed about for a while and then came back to pack our stuff and bid adieu, with the promise that we will be back next year and will spend some quality time with the sea and the sands.

Lonely Hearts

Songs that I have sung since eternity

Waiting for you my sweetheart

My heart have been waiting in wings for this day to come

Love is the only thing I survive for

Love is the only way we can win

So come and complete me. Because I may perish if you stay away for so long

Come and make me win every fight I have

Love never weathers with the tides of time

Neither does it die waiting for the soul mate

I may be lonely now, but I know you will come one day

And I will wait for that day, with your love in my heart

Favourite Poem - Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass !
Reaping and singing by herself ;
Stop here, or gently pass !
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain ;
O listen ! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands :
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings ? –
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago :
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day ?
Some natural sorry, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again ?


Whate’er the theme, the maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending ;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending ;
I listened, motionless and still ;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

My favourite Poems - The Highway Man

The Highwayman
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
IV
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
V
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.

PART TWO
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.
II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
IV
She twisted her hands behind her;
but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .
VI
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!
VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
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X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Twilight Hours

The Twilight hours,
like birds, flew byAs lightly and as free,
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand on the sea;
For every wave, with dimpled face,
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there.
-- And held it trembling there.....Amelia B. Welby

Why do we fall and not rise in LOvE

Cause its meant for falling...falling down my line of values and etc blah..blah...
Leave that, we fall and not rise coz if i continue to rise in love then won't be able to hold on to the person I love or he won't be able to hold me if I stumble and fall.Just a random thought which came to my mind.
"I will be happy to burn in hell for this life , if i have your hand to hold.
As for the heavens , they can wait till i get wings to fly off"

Twilight Series....

A very fresh start to the new year...no philosophical talk ..no advices or no questions...just some gibberish:
Recently I happened to pick up the series of books by Stephanie Meyers...the Twilight series, the eternal love story of the fragile human "Bella Swan" and the seductive vampire "Edward Cullen". And frankly speaking I never thought that it will bind me so much in the magical love story that I will end up being the series fan and fall in love with the characters and even the movie and the OST.
My favourite in the movie being Bella's Lullaby:
The lyrics are
"Life was like a moonless night, Shrouded in the stars, Beauty can be such a fright, But now you're in my arms.
You are my life nowCan't you seeI'd cross oceansI'd swim seasTo be with youThat's enough for me.
Your face is like a poison, Intoxicating me, How can we live forever, When our love can never be.
You are my life nowCan't you seeI'd cross oceansI'd swim seasTo be with youThat's enough for me."
This is a piano number and its mermersing the way it engulfs you in this dreamy love story .
The series consists of four books:
Twilight inspired by Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice"
New Moon inspired by "Romeo and Juliet"
Eclipse inspired by "Wuthering Heights"
and Breaking Dawn inspired by "A Midnight Summer's Dream".
My favourite in the series being "New Moon"....probably because it has the confusion of Bella to whether hold on to the painful memories of Edward or let go and start afresh with Jacob who is deeply and madly in love with her.How true is this?We tend to strive for the love of someone who left us rather than beinghappy with the person who is still there and loves us.
Next one to be my favourite is "Twilight" the book that started it all...the strange love story of the prey and the predator...the lion and the lamb.The music which was given by Carter Burwell is ethereal and it suits so much the love story.
Next is "Breaking Dawn"..the last book of the series....transition of the fragile Bella Swan to the powerful and invincible Bella Cullen who can go to any extent to save what belongs to her.
Last one is "Eclipse" , didn't leave much impact but it was also well written.

Dreams and Journeys....

Went to the bed dizzy with excitement.Excitement of the memoirs of the journey i had completed. Journey of a lifetime, journey starting from the foothills of the niligiris and ending at the highest peak "Dodabetta Peak". The view from the dodabetta peak was like watching the clouds talking to the mountain peaks and deciding on the ethereal look that will be presented to the viewers.

And I dreamt the whole journey once again.This was the best way i could had celebrated my new year, watching the star studded nights and the taking in the fragnances of the eucalyptos.When we took that first wheel into the territory with tea gardens the long eucalyptos trees swayed along with the wind which was saying welcome , reminding me of the fairy tales with talking trees.It was as if the trees were wishpering something into my ears.

The train journey to Conoor or the boating experience in the Ooty lake, or watching the sunset at the rose garden, nothing can beat the thougts and the feeling that arose at that moment.

Best part of the journey was the stop at the piakara falls, gaint waterfall downstream and a pleasant flow if crystal clear water upstream with the rocks and the trees placed just so very perfectly. The camping at the river side and the campfire till the last hour.

And this dream will continue for i don't know how many more days.The lush green tea gardens and the crystal clear atmosphere.As my dream came to a end, here i am planning for the next trip to the heaven to celebrate this new year, because somebody has said it so correctly " Life is an endless journey"

Demented......

What does demented mean? The first question that comes to one's mind.Don't you think that it means something which is not good.Or probably something which takes away all the cheer we have...yes this word has been picked up by me from "harry potter".....so what does it mean? Demented as the word suggests means being a victims of dementors...What are dementors? They are beings who take away all the good memory you have and fill you with sadness.Now why do i mention them here is because I wanted an analogy between the terror attacks and something which is as bad as that.So I found this comparison the apt one to have.
Dementors are beings which suck all the happy memories a person has and a person only remembers the sorrows and the miseries of life.
Thats what happens when the terrorists attack, they shatter all the happiness we have , they leave us with a sense of insecurity and fear of the unknown.When now i start from my house , i never know whether i will come back alive or never return,even my parents tell me not to venture out.
Why am i leaving in such a fear, this is my country and i leave as if i am a refugee here.Is this the price we pay for choosing our leaders.Whats the solution for all this. Its high time we sit and think about the options we have.This is my country and I have all the rights to own it.No outsider will make me live under fear in my own "WATAN".
Here's some expression which i wanted to share:

"Khuli Ankhon se bhi ,dekhte hain khwab ,
Ke nayee subah jaroor ayegi
har sans se nikalti hey yahin dua
ke aman aur shanti jaroor chayegi"

Confused

What am i doing here today...actually lost in my thoughts and ideas.....what do i want from my life....."nothing" says a voice from within and the head growls "shut up!!!".."you want to achieve and if failed than perish" What do i listen to? Join the rat race of which leads to nothing? Or leave everything and run away from the shadows of the past, "running wayward isn't the solution", says a voice again.

There is a voice screaming to come out and engulf my whole existence, too many failures ...failures are ladders to success but am i even trying that?

Questions haunting me and try to find answers ...where will i end my journey at..end up being some looser who took birth and died and nobody knew or die a death to be remembered till a century......ok not a century but atleast some years.....

Lost Soul................

.....Romanticism.....

Looking at the stars,here is what I think.......
Oh dark night what message do you bring ,
Why have you sent your messangers to me.
Behold oh gracious lady, look at the stars
And say what your heart wants,
What you want to share with your beloved.
I have been looking at the road
Waiting to hear the sound of the hoofs.
Every morning ,my eyes on the lonely roads,
Waiting that you will come riding the white horse
Taking me off my feet.
Make me a cindrella.
With these thoughts the sun sets beyond the horizon,
here comes the stars again send by the dark night to give you this message.
Oh beloved when you open your eyes and look at the dark night it will have a message for you.

Rendezvous with the clouds

This one should have come 3 years back...gosh...long...miss my buddies....this one for themAfter a lot of planning, discussing, and fighting over the choice of location for a weekend trip, we group of friends) finally decided to visit Raigarh...

The next day, in spite of heavy monsoons and some deadly premonitions to avoid visiting Raigarh during this season, we were on our way by 7:30 am. The view during our drive was truly mind blowing. Clouds floated on top

 of mountains and the temperature gradually fell as we moved towards a higher altitude. There were mini waterfalls on the sides of the road along with massive trees that had fallen by due to the windy conditions.

We reached the district of Raigarh at around 12.30 pm. It was pouring heavily and cold. The raging monsoon could do little to dampen our spirits, and we moved forward towards our destination. As the journey prevailed we came across one of the most difficult roads that we could have expected. The road was marred by fallen rocks and one side being the mulshi dam reservoir.

We reached the foothills of the Raigarh fort at around 3:00, and it was all deserted. The thought that came to our mind was that probably the rope way will be not running and our whole journey was just futile. To our relief and gods grace the ropeway was working and we took two of them and started our journey .About some meters above the ground the only thing that was visible was clouds and us. Yes the trolley was lost between the clouds and we were not aware of the destination.

Finally the trolley struck something hard and came to a halt.It was raining cats and dogs; we entered the gate of the fort. We took the guide which was provided for us by the authorities and started the journey towards history. Amidst dense clouds and heavy downpour we saw the parts of the fort which made us look more closely into the past that was so culturally rich and prosperous. We stood at the place where coronation of Shivaji happened and felt we were so small before the great personalities, who once ruled this country. Getting drenched from head to toe while standing on the premises we had a refreshing cup of tea. Than we visited the Grave of the Great Shivaji and his dog as well. Its said that dog jumped into the pyre of shivaji. So faithful was the animal towards his master

There was a nip in the air when we started at 5:00 pm. We were all shivering, our teeth chattering in different tunes. Around 7:00 pm the visibility was almost reduced to zero as we were surrounded by clouds on all sides. One point the vehicle came to a sudden halt and we saw that we were just an inch away from certain death, as the vehicle was just beside the edge of the road and about to fall. Thanks to our experienced driver, we reached Pune safely, absorbing the beauty of nature as the stars welcomed us back to civilization. The memorable trip had finally come to an end. But the enchanting memory still remains

Exploring Thoughts .....

This is the list of the songs i love.....1. meraa kuchh saamaan tumhaare paas padaa hain 2. tum ko dekhaa, to ye khayaal aayaa 3. hothhon se chhu lo tum meraa geet amar kar do.....sometimes i think that why i like this songs.These songs touch me to the extent that i can spent the day listening to these three only.

Love makes you think all these.....life makes you realize this...dono..but would really want to explore ...so here goes what is the outcome of exploring though my thoughts again....Life is important for me coz it leads to love.Love is imnportant coz its the source of very existence of everyone.Now lets go one by one on the songs ...

1. Merra kuch Saamaan tumhaare pass --- My favourite part of the song is "ek so solaah channd ki raatein,ek tumhare" this song is really near to me ,bringing memories so close to heart.Love hurts everytime i think about that.It hurts evrytime i think about the time spent together..good memories.Learnt a lot from past experiences and still not able to implement them.I still feel that i am lost in this ground.Torn between the hypothetical love and the harsh realities of the LOVE.Love hurts either you fall or drown....still i would love to explore the feeling once more.

2. tum ko dekhaa, to ye khayaal aayaa -- kahin aahat si huyi tere aane ki,aur dil ne maan liya ki bahar aa gayi....jab der talak aaya na tu ,to humne jaan liya ki patjadh hai........tum aaye aur chale gaye..dikhayi diye aur ojhal ho gaye ;pal bhar ke liye laga meri kismat par muskura doon par phir dil hi ghayal ho gaya.....what i am wrting ....don't know....you know sometimes don't understand these things...feel like i am so ignorant...away from the truth that is life.the harsh realities of it.Want to run away...sometimes feel like standing in the middle of the desert so very craving for company and not being able to get even a dog for the same.Sand ,Sand everywhere ..i stand among the same..looking for a hope that is yet to come .....pondering over the life that was ...trying to remember was it a dream or the truth.Dreams....what are they ...what gonna happen in the future or the remains of the past we had....dreams,no wonder we ponder on them so much.Looking at the time that is ahead,i feel like i need a break....Final point being ythe moment i saw you ...i knew you were for me....but took me ages and ages to say that..and that lead to this or that.Oof so many this and that...i leave me with a question ...do i still love thy.

3. hothhon se chhu lo tum meraa geet amar kar do -- my fav line in this song is "tum haar kai dil apna meri jeet amar kar do"but what is winning,is it loosing honestly and with dignity...who can be termed as victorious..one who is betrayed in love or one who betrays....who is termed as faithful...one who hides for the sake of good or one who tells the truth.Everything is so relative........ so unclear............confuses me .....more on exploring more...will this stop ever...this exploring,,,,,,,,who knows..probably you:)

Guns and Roses

Looking into the your eyes, sometimes i wonder Is my life a thing beautiful enough to ponder.

Looking at the sky makes we wonder, is it a dream or an illusion at the horizon, so many things going on in the life so small of mine.

Nobody ever told me its so difficult, leaving all the memories behind, its like taking a bullet right at the heart.

Though you will never know how it feels , to take the pain, I will be the one suffering in the shadows....................................

Love was like a bed of roses, and then the memories are the guns I keep beside me ....looking over the life I had with you , feel like bullets hitting me at random.

Hence I wrote this one thinking of the roses that was LOVE and the GUNS I carry the caricature of something that is so far away and long gone

Gods Own Island

Ok this one should have come long back. Probably last November. My first travel blog…….
It was as if the gods have opened their blessings in form of rains as I packed my stuff and started towards the airport to catch a flight to Kolkatta. A friend was kind enough to give me a lift till the airport. So crawling through the Friday evening traffic, blaring horns and smoky screens of the vehicle I eventually reached the airport. It’s high time we actually do something about the traffic; it’s so tough to reach the airport in the evening, takes you forever and you will either turn deaf or end up being a statue sitting idle for the traffic to let you move. Traffic sense apart, finally I checked in and as usual the flight being late started reading a book. I boarded the flight at 09:30 pm and looking out of the window as the flight took off ,I felt like I was seeing the city from the eyes of the god. So beautiful it looked the lights of the city and the vehicles and people around. I reached Kolkatta Airport around 11:30 pm the flight being 1 hour late...Indian standard time...and I checked out .Coming out of the airport i saw my dad and brother .We went to the hotel and i slept off quickly with dreams of seeing a island for the first time .Next day we boarded around 4:30 am and the flight took off at 5:00am.After an uneventful fight of 2 hrs, we could feel the flight loosing its elevation, and the view of heaven coming closer. Small patches of greens started to come up in the blue ocean. The greens being covered with clouds, it seemed as if the nature has taken whole lot of time to create the same.
We landed after a delay of half a hr due to bad weather conditions. And as we set our foot on this island i could feel a new excitement touch me on the prospects of seeing the beautiful beaches and the memoirs of the freedom struggle that the island holds for the visitors. The mystic mountains and the secrets of the ocean and the green patches all welcoming us with their mysticism
We checked in and the first day started with the tour of the nearest island from Port Blair, Ross Island
Once the seat of British power and capital of these Islands, it stands now as a ruin of the bygone days with the old structure almost in debris. A small museum named 'Smritika' holds photographs and the other antiques of the Britishers relevant to these islands. A church stands tall among the ruins reminding us of the past glory that the island had. With Japanese bunkers in the four corners of the islands, this really takes you to the Second World War and you feel the guns and the bombs....
It started raining and brought me back to the present and we ran towards the waiting boat. Next on the agenda was lunch, which we had the nearby seaside restaurant, a seafood delicacy starting from fishes, crabs and all. We moved back to the hotel to take a nap and this time we had some memories of the island that was now in ruins...Ross
Next on the agenda was the worst nightmare of the freedom fighters in the erstwhile struggle for independence days. Cellular Jail
Cellular Jail, located at Port Blair, stood mute witness to the tortures meted out to the freedom fighters, who were incarcerated in this Jail. The Jail, completed in the year 1906 acquired the name, ‘cellular’ because it is entirely made up of individual cells for the solitary confinement of the prisoners. It originally was a seven pronged, puce-colored building with central tower acting as its fulcrum and a massive structure comprising honeycomb like corridors. The building was subsequently damaged and presently three out of the seven prongs are intact. The Jail, now a place of pilgrimage for all freedom loving people, has been declared a National Memorial. The penal settlement established in Andaman’s by the British after the First War of Independence in 1857 was the beginning of the agonizing story of freedom fighters in the massive and awful jails at Viper Island followed by the Cellular Jail. The patriots who raised their voice against the British Raj were sent to this Jail, where many perished. Netaji Subash Chandra Bose hoisted the tri-colour flag to proclaim Independence on 30th December 1943 at a place near this Jail. The saga of the heroic freedom struggle is brought alive in a moving Son-et-Lumiere, shown daily inside the jail compound. It brought back the feeling of the pride for being the part of such a country which had given birth to such great men. With this feeling the day ended with a simple dinner and a sound sleep with dreams and sounds of the Sonnet coming to touch your souls.

Next day was just a normal one, we roamed about in Port Blair, shopping in the local market and meeting local people. The museums and the monuments in the capital town of the Andaman and Nicobar Island are worth seeing, including the local beach. With the presence of some rare flora and fauna, you feel loosing yourself in the scenic beauty of the blue, green seas.
Last day in the island. We woke up early as we had to rush to the harbour, to catch the ship to Havelock. The Island about 38 Kms. from Port Blair, provides idyllic resort in the lap of virgin beach and unpolluted environment. The way to the beaches in Havelock passes through a narrow road .The road is covered with thick green forests and the tropical rain forests made me think why don’t directors don’t choose this for the shooting of some movies. But, it’s good that the island is still untouched. The raw nature is so mystic, so ethereal in itself….
The Radhanagar beach reminded me of the beaches we often see on discovery channel. The serene beauty of the nature at its best, white sands green beaches and the surrounding hills, the water coming and kissing my feet ,I lost in the …..I leave that to you. No words, how beautifully written could describe what went through my mind standing on the shore.
The following day while leaving for the airport, I was missing the island and the people there already. They touched my heart so much that I am taking home so many memories of such ethereal moments spent in the Gods Island.
Now the great question...why i term this as God's Island ...well the nature at its best,the untouched beaches,the tropical forests,the coral islands,the lush green forests,the beautiful monuments,and the amazing people...not to forget the great food.What do i call it than....To explore the whole of the islands,you need 30 days and three days are just a beginning of my journey.The three best days of my life.I will definitely go back to the island and explore more and watch this space for more on these serene islands...............................