All I want

Am I not justified in being disgusted with my life when I get an sms wishing 'good night' while still busy working at office? However, yesterday was one of those frequent times I got one and realised that sensible people go home,rather be at home at that time and wound up for the day. At the bus stop, absolutely no exaggeration, it seemed like all routes led to all places but my home. Waited for half-an-hour,at an already late time. Finally, for all the good deeds done by whoever, I got a bus, simply jam-packed.
Although, I grew up drinking health-drink, I didn't become any of taller-stronger-sharper types. Well, I don't regret for the same, for in cases posing huge competition for space, as in the case of the bus, I can still manage to fit in my just-a-little-more-than-tiny frame into it. Completely crushed was I in the bus and being deprived of seat, was being deprived of a nap to relieve the stress,to a certain extent.I was terribly tired after having stood for close to 2 hours and was desperate to rush home. But, the more I wanted to rush, the more the strain and pain in the legs held me back ( Newton's Law...... Ist , IInd or the IIIrd? Long time since I mugged them) At last, I reached home , I suppose what I ate to comfort my parents was dinner and went off to sleep.
Today,I woke up late owing to the ache in the legs and right-side of my head. It still remains a mystery why whenever my head aches, only the right-side of it makes it presence felt ( Left-side,Are you there? Nevertheless, I am glad, it is less worse to have half intense ache ). Again, late to the bus-stop, jam-packed bus, standing all the way long and late to office tired as if the day is already over. Now, here I get a warmly-fuming welcome from team leader.
Amidst the ache, strain and fumes all around, I have realized that all I want in my life to make it cheerful, energetic and prosperous is A seat in the bus!

"God, can you hear me? You'd better!"

The Dawn

Afore all I awoke, silent
Leaned against the sill, stubborn
To behold your egress
From behind the hillock
With your maiden beams
To get caressed, I beckoned
O Master of the platonic game
You hid, I sought, brushing aside the curls
You still hid, I still sought
Lest I rage, a while, you then rose
Higher and brighter, vivid
I smiled at last, pacified

“Annavru”... the actor who never acted!

Folks who have been in touch with Bangalore, directly or indirectly over the past two days need no explanation on why Bangalore came to a standstill. Yes, completely bereaved is the cinema industry, so is the society. Dr.Rajkumar's soul rests in peace on 12th April, the unfortunate incident that invoked an unruly atmosphere all over Karnataka, more specifically Bangalore. Well, no wonder, any sensible person would be disappointed with the imbecile behavior of the fanatics or the so-called types which only caused a lot of inconvenience to people and enormous damages to many. However, I don’t intend to crib about the barbarian elements and their insensible acts. Not that, it should not be discussed, but the longing was to write on the legendary thespian, not the anti-social souls.
Not many, at least in south-India are unaware of Dr.Raj, I suppose. A man, who gave life to plethora of roles and instilled the virtues he portrayed, in his life too. I for one, who grew up watching his movies, can only perceive Gods, saints and Kings the way Dr.Raj appeared on screen. Such was the calibre of this great individual who did complete justice to his profession. If the whole of Karnataka shook, it didn’t happen without the respect people had for this man. Amidst the throng of actors, he stood tall, not only because of his performing skills, but because, he was also conscious about his role in the society. A person who realized the responsibility attached to his persona, made a conscious decision to choose roles that only imparted good virtues. Can anyone believe that an actor can be so stuck to principles so as not to choose roles depicting acts of smoking or fuddling too? Hats off.
A soul that rose to reach the helm of fame knew nothing but modesty and humility. All in all, “Annavru” was an actor who never acted. He was just the same on and off the screen, depicting nothing but good virtues that he strongly believed in. I take a bow.

Eyes that never cry!

I have been gifted (?) with a pair of eyes that are mostly dried of water. But, do eyes that cry alone show that there lies a heart within which is susceptible to get hurt at the slightest bitter thing? For having been this way thus far in my life, people around me have virtually carved out a rule that “Rashmi doesn’t cry, rather cannot cry, rather should not cry”. More often than not, my eyes do adhere to the rule, but as frequently, my heart denies the same. I cry, only to be heard by myself, only to be consoled by myself.

Yeah, it’s been a too psychic kind of jotting, but, it hasn’t come without my heart getting hurt. After all, I am here talking to my eternal friend, myself here.
A very close friend of mine, been with me almost since I started my professional (?) career, called it quits today to accomplish her dreams elsewhere. I am definitely happy for her, forever wishing her the very best in her life. But, damn heart finds it difficult to let her go, for once, I feel she must continue to stay on. Am I only concerned about soothing my heart? Am I self-centered? Am I being emotional to veil the foresight of her prospective future? Well….
Strange are man’s ways. In no time, we get attached to people who were nothing to us just sometime back and mean everything to us in just no time. Sometimes, I wonder why people are so good to leave an impact on us? Is it a futuristic deception? No, it isn't . The innate potential to spread the cheer around them is the culprit, the real culprit!

I am scared to crave for more friends, in effect, increasing the risk,I only want to cling to the ones I have, forever.

However,my ever-dry eyes insist that life still goes on! Well,but,.....

! TGIF

Who committed the grave mistake of wishing a happy weekend to God that he went out to chill. Who’s going to answer my prayers now?
“God! I wanted a happy weekend too !”
Now, where did I get the message “ Network Unreachable” from?
So, this weekend too,
Jeena yahaan marna yahaan ( oops! Marne kaise denge yeh log)
Iske siva jaana kahaan?

All I realize is ,
Friendly be not,
Bugs too wouldn’t want to leave you !

Everyone can understand that a DOG-tired person would BARK, right? So, please Excuse!

Enemies of Gossip

A girlie gang goes to the cafeteria, more to gossip and of course, eat some times in between for all the energy needed for the former act. But, for quite some days, we have not been gossiping to the fullest. Guess why? Mosquitoes, folks , mosquitoes. They just chase us out of the place. I almost realized bosses delegated the job of spying to mosquitoes. Spying gets well executed to achieve the target of being in our bosses’ good books, I suppose.
Today too, after having gotten bitten by a mosquito or two, we cut short our gossip abruptly, more like all the Saans-Bahu serials where the episode gets wound up when something really substantial is just about to happen. On the way down the flight of stairs, we were analyzing the root- cause for the prevalence of mosquitoes. My friend reasoned out that due excess heat during summer, mosquitoes just rock. But, my mom used to say that when it rains a lot, the days to follow would treat our blood to the mosquitoes sumptuously. I am sure, I can definitely find one who says winters are favourable for mosquitoes. From these contradicting root-causes, what I can only understand is mosquitoes really stand the tests of time!
Oops! What was that prick on my hand now? Damn it! I was only typing, not gossiping! These specimens simply overwork! I hate mosquitoes.