Juvenile Furlough

An alacrity had coup to besiege each mole constituting the aura by its sway. The exuberance had rancorously maneuvered to refurbish the grey hue in the biosphere with a pink strand of rhapsody. An immense agog had raged round the atmosphere. The elation had gritted the grit on the Blue marble with its euphoric blend. Exultation had set forth for its sojourn into the Earth's ambiance. A mere launch of the scent of exhilaration had been recorded by the emotionometre.

A barragement of various feelings synonymifying happiness had commenced with the contemporaneous cradle of the summer furlough. The toddlers and the young adults were all set with their summer plans. A fragrance of enthusiasm had choked each ones nostril. A period that had been blandly enunciated by the school- goers as a blissful talisman had paved a plethora chance to gratify their binges of abstaining from the knowledge bearers. The academic evaluations had no more the vehement menace among the pupil. The notions of studiousness had plopped along with the droplets of sudation. The rivers in the countryside were clogged up with the flow of ecstasy and enchantment. A deep mumble of rapture had begun echoing round the streets of the town. Enormous yells of merriment had ushered their prominence round the skyscrapers of the city.

Letzzzz Enjoy

The import- export of people had become actively prevalent and so maternal and paternal uncles and aunts suffered the utmost of the ridiculous acts of the nephews and nieces. The tourism touts and rest houses had begun earning to their fullest for the surge of excursionists had drowned up the tourist places with the inflow. The visitor stats of forests exceeded the tree census and the human density upon the mountains surpassed the snow cover of the peaks.

The parks and grounds were trembled with free runs. And the chime of glass shattering craved the day due to the newly learnt players. The various clubs in the cities had flooded with a number of membership acquisitions  and the pre- acquired memberships were exploited to the greatest. With the strike of evening, each house summoned an outrage of a fully charged innocent evil that pumped through the kids' bodies. The chit- chats and gossips had increased manifold. And green signs along the names upon the social networking sites had become perpetual. Status updates included signs of independence and liberty. And the photos signified the bashes and  night stays to the minutest of details. All the vacation resolutions had been torn from the thoughts, and not a single goal had been achieved. The evil deeds and pranks stimulated their upholding. 

The errand that alacrity took up had successfully been darted at the very middle. The exuberance, rhapsody, rapture and exultation also succeeded to fulfill their tasks. The stress of the environment blew up like evening pollen grains. The woes of the day were replaced by the joy of the aura. 

But yet a breakthrough too long, had soon retrieved the true fun. The school days had soon climbed upon the cogitations of each child. An urge to meet the buddies had crackled each one with its punch. A kind of affinity to remain busy had developed among school- goers, and so the days of furlough had soon to aroused boredom among the individuals. Each child had soon comprehended the true vitality of schools and colleges.

Playing with friends, enjoying at restaurants, going for a drive had all exceeded the pleasantness, and soon the excitement had begun diminishing. Yet, each child knew that a furlough was vital to uplift their spirits back.

So there had been created a dual impact. The boredom and enjoyment had encompassed each child. The pupil had become perplexed to balance the two. Not being engaged in daily studies had left the children with lots of extra time. And so this was something that set to ablaze the spirit of liveliness among the young adults as well as infants. But at the same time the boredom and separation from certain friends had created a doleful effect.

But on the whole, the most dominant ailment that swayed round the furlough was the cheer and charm. So the vacations are really a must- need kind of, but yet a permanent vacation would definitely demand a breakthrough from the breakthrough itself. So if one has been imparted with a month long break, then one shall enjoy to the fullest, leaving out melancholic thoughts of separations and boredom. One shall eulogize the golden time provided, and do the best that one can do to nurture the immense talents and hobbies in the free time...

So a very happy vacation time to all my  friends, colleagues and each one upon the Blue marble. May sombre be won over by jolly. Have a gala time.......

Attached eternally

 In a heart touching intonation, a sweet voice articulated the cutest of names ever baptized, "Rosy", the voice yelled. And with that, a shrill yet loving bark shook the ambiance with its coarseness. I fidgeted upon my study seat, and then dwindling every single notion, I rushed into the verandah. And the glance of that large black and brown doberman satisfied my urge, and the look of that stout tiny lady calmed my inner being. But I overlooked the calmness and the peace of mind that the sight imparted to me.
I just scampered out of my house and picked up a thin round filth filled stick and threw it at Rosy, she jumped with alacrity and caught the stick into her jaws.
Soon then, the cute little aunt sauntered towards me and stood beside me . And anon the two of us gazed at Rosy. We felt a euphoric scent in the air as Rosy tossed the stick around and then bounced to grab it back. This was the time when a situation at proximity to goosebumps had harbingered. But then the next second Rosy dropped the stick and abruptly rushed towards me as though she was to bit me the very moment. I screeched and held the aunt's arm tightly. She shod Rosy away and patted upon my back and then swirled her fingers into my hair. Her touch was too much of motherly to me. The sense of motherhood for me lied somewhere beneath in her. I felt as though for a moment of being bestowed upon another Mom.
That evening was one of the most memorable evenings spent with that aunt. She was a big no one to me. But the attachment that the evening bought me, accounts to the most miraculous happening. An abrupt sense of resonance was created that emulsified a weird bonding between us. Her touch prickled a vital chord of my emotions and I felt the ever most blissful at the very time.
Then soon it was the time that we be departed. I bade a bye to the aunt and her dog, and then hastened to my study room to prepare for the key-stage- one annual evaluation. Soon it was late enough for my time to lay. I smacked my lips and strained my brain, but I comprehended nothing. I was thinking of the sudden attachment that had been created to that aunt. The way her touch felt warm to me. The way I felt like being patted by her once again.
There was an intimate filament of bondage that had been ushered between us. A bonding, I thought might be immortal. I then wondered that the way my neighbor used to live there for years and I never felt too much attached with the aunt. I stayed awake till a considerable strike of the clock, and then at the very last hoping to take a glance of the lady soon, I mesmerized into the world of fantasies where the three of us played with the sticks. The clock soon traveled its journey, but when it reached dawn, as though the cock didn't crow the very day.
I felt the most anguished moment. The mourn left me spell bound. I felt as thought the Sun shall never rise up again. The night which had just ended, had actually begun in my thoughts. I was sure that the filaments were too tight to be tugged up. But it was the Creator who tangled the threads and cut the minutest of its molecule. I was to end up thinking by the very minute.
The person with whom I had been attached miraculously, was lost within a wink. The most alarming condition ever had struck my heart. That aunt was no more to pat upon me, my heart was no more to be calmed by her sight. The aunt's soul had begun its pilgrimage, leaving the body aside.
I stubbornly asked my parents to permit me to, for the very last time, capture the endearing face of the dearest aunt. So in the very morning I along with my parents walked through the road where I used to play with that aunt. The each patch of the path where the aunt used to stand, paused my beats fora second. I was completely drenched in agony. The most afflicting heart ache had struck my health.
And finally, the view of the body of that aunt froze up my bone marrow. The nerve clenching sight had struck my retina. The aunt seemed the same. As if she laid with her eyelids shut. As though the next moment she shall stretch her arms and then shattering the sloth, would saunter towards me, and grasp my arms as she perpetually used to do. The first time had the 6 year old sighted a dead body. I was like completely menaced from within.
But then I knew that the time shall never rewind back. Never shall I ever be nudged by her again. The wrinkled spongy palms shall never warm my arms. My hair shall never be swirled upon by those tiny fingers. I knew that the the sight that used to calm my heart's urge shall never be summoned anymore.
The grief and despair were harsh enough to dry my tears. I wasn't even able to shed a single pearl off my eyes. I was as though completely lost into some other world. I had lost all my senses.
I monotonously kept gazing at the body of my beloved aunt, until my mother pleaded me to join my hands in prayer at the body of the lady. I did so and then I just hurried out of the grilled house where life had vaporized from the aunt's body . The sight of the body without soul was something that my eyes had experienced for the very first time. It left me shattered. The mourn in the aura was deceived by me just because I was already saturated with desolation.
Since then each moment used to force me to visualize the being of that aunt. I used to dream of the lady at every hour of the proceeding nights. I used to visualize the three of us playing together and the aunt flying off in the sky.
 But the memories of the gala time, dwindled and faded away with my childhood. All the grievances were lighted upon with new colors of mirth. As the cycle moves on, life and death whirl in the channel of life. But still I miss that aunt's smile that had won over my heart, the superficial touch that used to lick my inner soul and the last click that my eye lids had captured of the aunt that once used to live.
             
The motto of this article lies in the deep truth of life, that attachments are not forcibly mend. They are created by the Gods in heaven. But at the same time detachments are too planned out by God.
"Its he who controls our meetings with people,
Its he who builds our life's steeple.
But the attachments too he does hew,
So the leaves detached from the branches must remember,
That it was always he who blew."
So with every shift of the Earth, there's something that we leave behind. Something that used to be dear to us. Something that used to enliven our days. But the wheel of time flickers every  wick and it soon goes off. So the attachments that are made are to detach some day. So we shall amend our self with the time and remember to live every second accepting the new uptakings of life.

Kill the girl child

The entire world in the present day summons yells aiding to evoke an agnization among the invaders of female liberty. The scorching sun paves the way for the female proceedings, yet the setting of the dawn prohibits the gadding round of the women in the city. Crime against the female beings has trailed the peak of inhumanity. The every toddler who steps upon the Earth should be bestowed upon with certain humanly rights. Yet instead the very womb that has been gifted with the girl child is aborted at the very second after amniocentesis. These actions flock together to be tagged as some of the unjustifiable treatment to the mere girls.

But by the boon of grace, a tireless effort regardless of the consequences is being made by the epoch- makers of today’s juncture. The chanting of slogans has made a dramatic impact upon the thinking assets of people. The sex ratio range is depreciating at a gradual pace, yet the condition of the girl child has revolutionized only superficially. At the core of every heart there is a pinch of a sense of discrimination that prevails over the change upon the uppermost layer of thinking.

But yet the slogan- “Save the girl child” has scorched upon the thoughts and has brought about a drastic amendment in the thought process of people in the countryside too. It has undoubtedly lit up the hopes of survival of many infant females, and to surmise, the census of female inhabitants has increased in a flabbergasting manner.

So is it a time that we should celebrate the victory over the inevitable evil? Is it a juncture when we shall call upon bashes on the Earth?

Well, rather the answer is a big “no”.  Still with every new girl that is born, there are two females who suffer injustice in every fold of life. Not only by man-made means is the girl child suffering today. The pains, afflictions and disgrace towards them has been levied upon even by the omnipotent creator. The moments of agony that they experience due to their monthly cycle is a great part to be mentioned in the agenda of natural affliction. The various superstitious beliefs pertaining to the natural curse too hew the freedom of the females.

The man- made assaults are enough to crucify the self respect and liveliness of the women. In every task the done by them, there’s a long lasting list of circumstances that environs their cogitation. There might be a thought of the lick at the crowded market or a thought of the defect in the attire. Similar thoughts crumble the true sense of freedom among the women.

After such a pack of suffering that they bear each day, an act of euthanasia seems to be the most relevant phenomenon.  If the  true sense of mercy needs to be lamed upon the women, their existence is something that should be vanished from the Earth.

The way the agonies stretch at them. The manner in which a single act of eve teasing affects their minds. The way every single incident tames up their charm. The way, each act of discrimination turn them down. The way at times life feels hopeless to them.  The way they are commanded at and considered as an inferior race.  Such incident digs up a depression in their hearts and spending every second seems to be a grave penance to them. The certain feelings of inferiority encompass their entire living. The indignant acts of the men have shrouded their true being. 

The social evils such as the dowry system have obstructed their free living upon the planet. The various acts of injustice are still being in practice. And in such a world,  women’s living at norm has become a mess in the crap.

Well the filaments of bonding are tied once a tot steps upon the world outside the womb. So dieing every next second after being born is the worst of conditions. Instead death at a single stroke is better for them. Yes, kill the girl child. It is better to have them killed. Getting killed before being attached to people and before tasting the bitterness of living is better than getting killed.

So don’t save the girl child. Giving them a life and then destroying its true meaning is rather a great disgrace to humanity. It is better that no girl is born on this planet.  . So people want to save the girl child and then torture her mentally, and  hurt her inner soul in every possible manner. Instead, let the girl be aborted. At least she would not have to face the miseries.  At least she will not have to suffer every moment she breathes. At least she will be safe in heaven. At least the atrocities of mankind wouldn’t affect her single thought. At least she would not be confined in the cell of internal vexation that she would never be able to depict out.

 When something is lost, only then its true significance could be realized.  So let the gender ratio range increase year in and year out. Only then I suppose, the true significance of women would be comprehended.  So let the people realize the true need of women in the society. The cliché of kindheartedness, the symbol of sacrifice that they adore, has been wrongly used. So “Kill the girl child”. So that the men dominant world could understand the true importance of women in the society.

Still I suppose the evil- hearted beings would not be able to amend up by such evaluations too.  Such people shall rather peep into the Early Vedic period when women were dignified. So even then if they don’t change up, then better kill the girl child, so that every narrow minded, insolent, ill- hearted,  impure- souled and crack minded people could understand, where a woman shall stand in the society. So that a storm of equality prevails over the Earthians, and the two genders can walk hand in hand and succeed in every aspect of life. 

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...