Emotional metamorphosis into young adults

 Those liberal days used to spill out the pot of merriment in every minutest of fact. The swamp of the neighbourhood used to transplant the organ to secrete endorphin to its excess. The gala juncture of gadding round with ecstasy in a  relaxed manner stretched out its dominance.When the menacing creatures of fantasies were the only role-plays of nightmares. When self scorn or contempt had no imprints of existence in the folds of livelihood. When the innocence used to be the defensive weapon when offensive acts of harassment was red- handedly caught.

                                             When the slime ridiculous errs invoked the screeches of excitement rather than yells of vexation among the by- standers When the  attachments never detached and grievances were ethereal, yet shame free usual cries stacked up at each hour of the day. When alacrity used to besiege and environ the physique, the liveliness used to spring out like hot spouts. When the peaks of tentative success in mere stances of life delighted the heart to its utmost limit. Those were the days when life was lived to the liveliest.

                           

 But the nostalgia not only hews my monotonous routine and adds a scent of mirth to it, but that forces my thoughts to think: What had changed over the years??

 Every species on this planet undergoes metamorphosis. From the dainty dwarfness with cheeks with extra topping, we grow to have tall physiques with sturdiness. But thats the physical dimension of metamorphism. The other dimensions too amend with the advancement of the calender. With every year that passes on, there's something we lose and contemporaneously gain. But the liberty of gadding around spills off from our pot, as life advances.

 A short talk with certain young adults aided to surmise a very great plot of life. The nostalgia is forcing them to transform back into the first phase of life- the mere infantness. Each of them urged to get back into those liberal days. The barrel of the timid system of education was the most burdening part of their life. They found that everything had changed over the years.

1. What has drastically changed?

The pots of merriment seem to have been the emptied by now. The swamp of the neighbourhood is taught to us as a container of diesease causing microbes. The gala juncture of gadding round is now considered to be a drain of time and that we were expected to utilize that very time to do something productive. The nightmares of exams keep us awake, we have to take sleeping pills at times, though we are always cozy while reading.

2. Has your behaviour changed?

 At every moment of our life, we experience contempt. Our innocence has as though vanished like a soapy bubble into the air of misery that has dominated upon us. Moreover, our slightest of mistakes are evaluated with the impeachments of our daily needs.

                                             

3. Do you still believe that your attachments never detach?

 Relationships, breakups and certain other kind of attachments have made us inflated with desolation and despair. And the worst part is that we can't even shed pearls from our eyes, for that is something that shows our meek character, so the anguish isn't washed off at all. And this makes us feel very sad.

4. So is it that now you are never happy?

We do have euphoric periods. But we need to hunt a lot for certain mirth in the environment filled up with stress and tension.

5. Do you find happiness in minutest of achievements of success?

Rather success is of a complex character that costs us our sweat and demands hardwork and at the same time requires a bit of fortune. So finding happiness in success is impractical until true success ain't achieved.

6. So which phase do you prefer?

The childhood is something which is the best part of our lives. The mere kiddies usher in us a temptation to become like them. We would be glad if we could undergo reverse metamorphosis.

The answers that have been received point out to the very fact that tied together with physical metamorphosis, a person is also subjected to certain emotional metamorphism. And that each person tends to seek complete peace of mind, such that there are no duties to be fulfilled, there is no one to be exasperated at. Each person tends to seek the most comforting way of life and so does each one wish to travel back in time, impediment the Earth while one is in childhood so that the days shall never pass out.

But unfortunately time travel isn't possible yet. So it is us who have to carve ourselves with time. Though there's a lot to control upon during this stage of metamorphosis such as attraction, love and so on, but if we accept the defying chance that God has gifted us, and consider each leap of life as the leap to eternity, then no phase of life can distress us, no phase of life has the strength to conquer over the heart. Such an optimistic approach could help us phase any segment of emotional or conditional metamorphosis during this stage ( teenage) of life.

Every moment we must be ready to face the exigencies of life. We should be ready to take up the responsibilities of living. We should be ready to work harder, so as to achieve the permanent success in life.

Every new day arrives with a scent of newness. So we should face everything gallantly. At the same time, we shall take a step back and think over whether what has changed over the past years.....We must observe the deepest ourselves....This is what life aims to teach us...This is what life is...

  

Superficial Joy

"The guy's just gravy. I mean he never seems to be enjoying the moment. He's just a jerk to bear a face as this. A dull visage on a gloomy face. He never laughs at silly cracks of jokes. Neither does he show signs of superficial jolly at times he is in the classroom, nor at times when he's feeling the swift breeze swing into his nostril while on the ground. He exhibits sharp looks and frightening eyes even while he's with musical element. A rather spooky being. He can be baptized as the 'sorrowful packet', that evolves out the radiations of grief to the fellow creatures." These are certain physical evaluations of a so-called spooky guy in the neighborhood, the guy who represents the 'someone' in the society who might be experiencing intrusive happiness. 

A human brain ranks among the topmost logic applying devices round the universe. A part of the brain has been assigned the work to draw out logistics and the other part interprets the statistics and liberates intermediate conclusions upon an unproven hypothesis. But the inevitable and obscuring authenticity reveals that recurrently the interpretations turn out to be false illusions of first sight or superficial impression.

But despite the very fact, our cerebral cortex behaves impertinently and cripples out unwanted words of conclusions.

The point that rests in the first lines stress towards a guy who never seems to enjoy his living. But this is what is perceived by us, though it ain't our peccadillo at all. The notions of our life have been shaped up from the greatest of the sages- experience. It can do wonders on our psychological existence. But yet the truth lies in the fact that a perception is not always true.

The person mentioned in the passage might be having the intrusive euphoric trait. There are certain people, when they enjoy, fragments and signs of their gleeful state echo round the ambiance. But there are some who stand apart from this fact. They find internal bliss in certain chores, they are actually cheerful and charming from within, they do have a euphoric state, but they don't show superficial signs of happiness. So the actual point lies in this very point at sooth.

So our human brain cannot perceive such intrusive signs of joy and we interpret such human as the morons who lack the ability to ordeal ecstasy. But in reality their interior being bears all bliss of life, but their skin stands as non- permeable membrane to the outflowing merriment. And the importance lies in the fact that, Are you happy from the inner within?

Yes, happiness is something inculcated in within the inner heart. Something that tends to be sprucing the intimate self and blooming up flowers of enchantment within the soul. Something that could not be seen, rather an abstract noun, but yet could be felt by the one injected with. It need not be exhibited upon the facial gestures at times. But it is a feeling of the intimate self.

So there are different ways of exhibiting happiness. As a human, we are not always right in reviewing someone’s state of emotions. So before drawing out various conclusions, a person’s internal state shall be deeply observed.

Human emotions occupy a new branch of research. The perplexities and complexities of emotions are something that could be closely observed and studied before drawing out a conclusion regarding a person’s emotion while carrying out a particular task.

So the guy mentioned in the above paragraph, might be enjoying his life to the fullest. He might be in a state of utmost ecstasy, though his visage does not depict the signs of joy. So the boy cannot be called a spooky guy at all. He might be someone who could be experiencing a different and a unique kind of merriment.

So human emotions are unpredictable as well as unperceivable. The sage who is meditating since years, might seem to be sleeping with his eyed closed, but in reality, he is in a state of meditation, i.e., he is thinking of his deep within. Similarly other states and emotions can be intrusive, so evaluating emotions is one of the most complicating task, and till date there are no instruments for precisely measuring ones level of joy. But hope that something shall be invented soon, that shall bear the ability of reviewing the actual emotions, not considering the facial expressions, but taking into consideration, the state of the heart, the mind and the soul. So that soon depressed people could be treated before symptoms are anchored into their body. So that someone happy could be easily spotted and someone sad could be easily entertained.

Science advances with calendars…..Hope that soon something would be invented that would bear the ability to interpret human emotions and wrong interpretations bearing errs aren't exposed....

Holi..The Festival of Colors

The very morning, a scent conquered upon my feelings and my nose forced me to break through my dream. The scent of the sorghum popcorn popularly known as 'dhani' stimulated my reflexes and forced me  to step out of my bed and reach to the source of the smell. Being in still a kind of trance state, and knowing nothing of the world around, I stepped into the kitchen and picked up a fist full of dhani mumra and date, i.e., khajoor. But before I could partially chew or swallow the delicious combo, a dandling tone struck my ear drum, that helped me gain my senses. And abruptly, did my retina sense the presence of my dear mom who had a barragement of anger and love on her visage. This at once made me realized that I hadn't brushed yet. I placed the combo back onto the dish, and had a nice brushing of teeth session.

After having soothed up myself, I comprehended the reason for the early hour preparation. The next week was to be baptized as "The Week of Colors". The most awaited and thrilling festival was to spread exuberance in the corners of each ones hearts. The Festival of Colors- Dhuleti and Holi. Anon, mom served me the Sorghum popcorn to me. The whitish- yellow piece with a black patch in the middle activated my desperation to attend the bonfire on the 'Phalgun Purnima'. I wondered if the mythic beliefs pertaining to the celebration of holy were sooth or meek tales. 

Can Holika, the sister of  the great, ardent ruler Hiranyakashyapa be imbecile enough to burn herself in an effort to kill Prahlada- Hiranyakahyap's son? The most wrangling was that can Hiranyakashyap be really blessed by the Lords as 'the conquerer of the world'? I mean how can someone think of himself as God and ask his people to worship him. I then thought that Prahlad was right to have not worshiped his father and worshiped the true Lord Almighty. He followed the path of truth and Lord aided him, he was miraculously saved from the burns of the bonfire in which he sat on Holika's lap. Holika's death signify the victory of God over evil.

The next moment did I abruptly surge out of the world of notions. I mocked at myself for not concentrating upon the taste of  the delicious dish. Yet the tales enmeshing to the celebration of Holi kept feeding upon my mind. The tale of the Ogress Pootana who breast-feeded infant Lord Krishna with her poisonous milk, but Krishna in turn sucked her blood and laid her to death, seem to me an inspiring folk, but still it is hard to believe that Holi is celebrated on the day of the death of  the demon Pootana. 

By the time the thought wriggled in my mind, a call from my mother eroded my pensive mood and created an ambience of haste, as it was already ten. 

Then was to begin the true fun of the fest. We all were to gather in my veranda and make up manoeuvres to shop the colors, pichkaris and balloons. Soon as expected, a massive chuckle was heard near my mansion. And in he bright light of day, appeared a group of kids proceeding towards my house. Each one had a frail of enthusiasm prevailing in the heart. Each one of the kids repeated a cycle of smiling, giggling, dancing and spreeing around. I waved at them and they waved back.

As soon as they harbingered, my first question wasn't a greeting, but the same thought that was harassing me throughout the day, I narrated the other tales of Holi to them and they gladly heard the folks. I narrated the story of Ogress Dhundhi, how she gained the boon of invincibility. But the only curse she bore was that she could be turned ash by the crazy acts of kids. I also told them that the Ogress had been primitively altering the smooth functioning of people's life and so did the priest of ruler Raghu's kingdom called for the naughtiest kids of the town and asked them to create an ambiance of mischief by singing, dancing, yelling and gadding around a pyre. And that the ogress was turned into ashes. This day is celebrated as Holi. And then I asked them if they beleived in any of the tales.

One of my friends from Uttar Pradesh told me that their Holi tale was rather different. She related it to the story of Krishna, but quite different from that of Ogress Pootana- Krishna legend. According to the Uttar Pradeshi faith, Krishna used to be jealous of Radha's fair complexion and so did Yashoda permit dark- complexioned Krishna to paint Radha's face with any color of his choice. And thus began the tradition of spilling up of colors on others, and this gave way to the Fest of Colors. 

With this tale, a thrill of argument spread round the aura. One of the boys, a staunch theist and a follower of Shiva, related some totally different legend. According to him, when Sati- Lord Shiva's wife burnt herself in the fire, Lord Shiva renounced his duties and went into deep meditation. Meanwhile, Parvati started meditating on the mountains to acquire Shiva. The other Gods went to ask for Kamadeva's assistance. Kamadeva agreed and shot the arrow at Shiva. Shiva was distracted from his meditation and so he transformed Kamadeva into ashes. Due to Kamdeva's efforts, Parvati and Shiva married. So on the day when Kamdeva was disintegrated into ash, Holi is celebrated.

So with each argument, my internal questionary section summoned millions of questions concerning the actual origin of Holi celebration. A tangling  and wrangling was occurring in my baffled brain. The most intense feeling of curiosity was being felt. Just because I was very eager and desperate to celebrate a carnival, and I didn't know the reason for its celebration. A self scorn and contempt clenched my veins. But the next moment I decided to believe in every tale and instead of protesting I made up my mind to concentrate upon the celebration 

So nextly, our gang group rattled towards the street hawkers to buy good variety of colors. A rumor had lately spread that the colors contained an artificial mixture of toxic substances and that the natural colors weren't available. So it was a very difficult tax to choose true and natural colors among the natural looking synthetic and artificial colors. Anyways, we loaded up our baggages and were all set for the Holi day. 

Each day had become hard to spend. Every second turned into an hour. At school, the only topic talked of was- Holi.....but the the awaited moment tottered by- the Holi day arrived.

The evening carried forward a wind of newness among women. Each women dressed in proper and traditional sarees and carried various requisites of worship. Men too dressed in an authentic manner. The puja elements included  shrifal, khajoor, dhani, kumkum, chokha, etc. 

So with a feeling of ecstasy each one proceeded to the open field where the arragements for the bonfire were made. The pyre included woods, cow dung and other combustible substances. As soon as all the people gathered, the fire was lit. Then each women and men together, did the puja and then proceeded towards the pradakshina of the pyre. The shrifals were heated up and then were distributed to each person as the prasad.

The warmth of the fire was felt by each one. The fire symbolized the burning of all the peoples' sins and peccadillos and the vanishing smoke depicted the disappearance of the grievances, sorrows and tensions of peoples' lives. So with the washing off of the sins, the Holi day ended up.

The next day that was to touch us up ranks among the most enchanting, loving, playful, mischievous, joyous, exhilarating, gleeful, exciting and the most eagerly awaited days of the year- The Dhuleti Day...

We all were up-to- date with our implements to be needed in the color game. We all woke up early in the morning and made certain preparations of colored water, tank filled with water pichkaris, water balloons, and mud-filled areas. We then assigned areas among ourselves, a small mob was to attack area 1 with the colors, the other crowd was to infect area 2 with water and so on.  

In the early hour, there was no creature wandering by in the entire locality, but soon as we went door to door to call for people, soon the entire environment was filled with colors. People danced with enthusiasm on the beats of the live drums. There was a creation of a playfully revengeful condition, where some people were banged into the mud and yet others were drenched into tanks of colored water. Some were sprayed upon with pichkaris and some were hit with the balloons. 

All over the country there were strands of different colors in the air. If some astronaut might glance the Earth from space, he could clearly be able  to see multicolored strands in India as well as Nepal, Bangladesh, Guyana, Mauritius, Pakistan, South Africa, U.S.A., U.K., Surinam, Trinidad and Tobago.

There's a feeling of utmost pleasure and bliss among the individuals ont hs particular day. After the kota of coloring and being colored ended up, we all took a long lasting bath, yet some colors stained the individuals' bodies. Yet then, each one dressed in sober clothes gathered at the bashing area and had  the most vulnerable drink of the carnival- Bhang or Thandai. Without sips of this fruitful drink, this festival is totally incomplete. So we had glasses full of this drink associated with Lord Shiva.

At last with a massive dinner, the most awaited day ended up with spruces of internal pleasure being harvested from the weeds of daily life.  A mourn was spread by then. For a single day celebration isn't enough to fulfill the demanding needs of ecstasy for the children as well as adults. But yet each one had to accept the setting Sun, and wait for the next colorful sun to peep into the Earth.

And the last colorful sun set for me in 2013. So here I look forward now to the Holi of 2014.... 

Though Holi seems to be a harmless festival, but the colors used have caused a manifold increase in the water pollution throughout the decade. This Holi I tend to create awareness among people of the norganic chemicals used in the colors. Each one should play Holi. I don't ask to give up this festival. But only orgaic colors should be used so that we can poudly say that we had a pollution free and safe Holi celebration.....Happy Holi to each and every one on this temporary multicolored planet.....

A New Day enchants our living

Each day lights up a new wick in our life. Each day binds a trail of something evoking that could screech out the olden filth of false ethics and stroll into our lives a new pinch of cogitation. Each day tends to shear through the inner conceptual of life and amend a vital thread of the woven canvas of living. Perceiving the minutest of the permutations of the day and accepting the new abrupt change becomes the only key of flowing with the agile wave of time.
Accepting the new twists of time rises up as the very only choice. But as juncture and experience are among the best of the teachers, so every second teaches us the manner to live the next minute. So, each day shall we be ready to absorb the tiniest of flickering in our life. The ones who withstand such a flick in the wick, can hold on even during the strongest of storms.
So every day one should wake up and peep into the new dimension where the mind should be ready to welcome newer challenges. Every step should be thought of as the step towards the eternal achievement.
So lets wake up with an attitude of self confidence and a tendency to perceive the external environment. The environment cradles every tiny secret of our being. But the thorns prickle the bubbles of secret one by one. So a bubble once burst out, could never be clubbed again, and so shall we be ever ready to perceive the momentary revealing of the secret, so that the specific moment isn't lost, and the call of the nature isn't overlooked.
That's what life demands from us, we need to rise up above the hurdles of dismay and grief and dive into the deepest oceans of learning and trying once again.
So a broad outlook and an easy going attitude is all that is needed to bang with the daily challenges and rebound with an amended  thinking. So this is what should be implemented as the principle of life. Acceptance should be something that shall be the guiding motto of life.
So we shall preach to learn from each one that teach.....a sense of living the today to the best could aid in holding up the aforesaid principle.
So we shall be fully permeable to the new upcomings of life and offer a vision of acceptance towards it. And be ready to face the new rising morn that would spread and shatter a scent of pleasure and newness.

Valentines Day Special.

The most awaited day is to knock at each ones door. The greatest plans of conquering are all set up. The weapons are all ready. Just a Yes, and the whole world will change up. The laziest teens have waken up, and the ones who never strained the minds have thought of great ideas. The bombardments might break out the inner heart. The wicked contrivances of stealing the worthiest and most precious component conquers each ones asset.
The most meritorious day for some and the worst and dullest day for others. A spring of joy shatters among some and a feeling of uselessness and dimness triumphs over others. A day most memorable and worthy for some and the worst and hurting day for others. A day that could change the lives of people, though some have positive effects, but a dark and negative change for others.
The day when the florists and choco- vendors  flourish out to stand among the most profiting commercial set-ups in the town. The day when Venus's pigeon's wings get exhausted and rugged, by flying round the world to seal bonds. The day when wooing is done to the fullest. The day when the flirting tactics are entirely implemented. The day that is the most awaited and popular among the young adults.
The day that is the best for the lovers on the planet and a day of a pinch of regret for the non- lovers. A special day because on this occasion, the true heart speaks out of love, and the inner feeling gets exhibited to the entire world. The day when two heart collide, intersect and then overlap to unite as a single core.
This day ranks among the most beloved and beautiful days- The Valentines Day.
The Valentines Day is celebrated in the name of the great Saint Valentine- the uniter of love. The suitable month of the year- February, bores the birth of the great saint and the fourteenth day of the month is the Valentines Day.
Indeed a splendid and marvelous day for each inhabitant of our planet who has carved uopn the heart the name of someone. So a very happy Valentines Day.....May all the proposals invade a positive feeling among the hearts and may the lord be with the broken hearts..