Crossroads.....

On occasions more than one, Eric and Ryan find themselves standing at crossroads. They have the minimum possible clue about how did they reach there. Probably, they made their way through the dark alleys in search of a shorter route to their destiny. Whatever the case may be, neither of them seem to be in charge of the situation at the point where lanes intersect leading to four different directions.

Ryan, by virtue of his nature, starts weighing the pros and cons of each of the path that stares into his face. As soon as a 60-40 scale outweighs one lane over the other, the third one seems to add on to the confusion and this time by a margin as close as 55-45. Not only this it appears that 4 ancillary lanes have cropped up amidst nowhere bisecting the four cardinal ones, justifying the Middle Path preached by the Buddha. Ryan once happened to have said me that the noise is deafening at a crossroad, and this makes one’s task Herculean to choose the path one wants to tread. Parents and peers do little to solve the fix and the busy interjection doesn’t leave you much time to have a steady head over your shoulder and make a decision. Left with no other choice to himself, Ryan trudges down the lane where he feels a sense of security amidst the crowd.

Meanwhile, Eric has his own way of looking at things. He has an eerie philia towards walking lonely roads as if the loneliness doesn’t bother him at all. Unlike Ryan, where the four cardinal lanes begot four progenies, Eric fights hard to entwine the four ways into one. In simpler words, he doesn’t leave much space for confusion to bother him. He takes his time to choose his own lane, a lane which he would love walking, a lane which won’t force him to look back at the crossroad again. Eventually, he puts a firm foot forward assertively unlike Ryan who chooses his lane eliminating the others.

There happens to be a Ryan and Eric residing within every one of us. I am not credible enough to justify one over the other i.e. Ryan over Eric or vice versa. All I can say is that most Ryans are seldom heard of once they leave the crossroad as they mingle with the crowd. One some occasions, they lament the path chosen and seek to get back to the crossroad again, but there are no retakes in real life unlike reel life. On the other hand, Erics too face the probability of being engulfed by the lonely roads, but then they stand the chance of being one of the most prominent figures to have ever walked that lane.

I leave it up to you to decide who is going to be the guiding torch of your life.

Anxiety ( Dedicated to all the engineers who have been a part of it)

I may have died uncountable deaths and then every passing moment had infused new life within me. Little did I know what lied beyond the dark horizons of that evil mind. The very thought of it sent a shiver through my spines. I asked myself innumerable questions and trust me none of the answers were devoid of "ifs" and " buts". Peers did their part but could they experience the agony I was going through? Could they look at the world from my point of view? Immaterial though it may be now, these questions did bother me some tens of hours back and did deprive me of the peace of my mind.

One moment saw my world coming to a still and the next moment.....You are mistaken. It still left me clueless about how should I keep moving on. Long term objectives which may have been just months away seemed to be drifting apart light years from me.How frantically I had thought of accomplishing that feat might be tickling my funny bones now, but a couple of days back it pumped up my adrenaline level to the zenith, a level that could give the Olympic sprinters a run for their money. Actually the backronym comprising the second letter of the English alphabet from both ends taken in reverse order was too heavy a weight for my fragile shoulders.

But then the darkest of nights see the light of a day.Moments were hard to come. No amount of stimulators could keep my senses from pondering about the aftermath. The day as a start did not hold anything special for me which could have shed off my anxiety. The sun was wearing a mischievous smile on its face as if trying to giggle at my worthless fear of the dark. One by one the birds of my flock flooded the room which could have changed our destiny forever. Dont get me wrong. Here too, I was the last one to step in. I could not figure out till date what would that person ( the most important person for the moment ) have lost if he would have relieved us from the anxiety before chiding us for our undermined performance. But then, that's way it ought to be.

Certain waits may have given you an opportunity to live thousand lives in a very limited span of time anticipating the result, but then the actual result puts a befitting end to a developing climax of anxiety. You are left or rather I was left hurrying down the memory lanes that changed my world for a while but then the whole adventure was missing. Now the smile on my face did not lack the originality it did a few days back.

I had promised to myself to pen down my feelings after my so called achievement.I could not find out a better place than one of those classrooms that started snatching away my interest from one of the most prestigious professions in this mortal world.

Beauty

It has been said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Its true to a great extent, but not cent percent in the case of an angel I know. An epitome of purity, chastity, dignity and innocence mingled with limitless maturity, my love is a figure no less than a deity.

Beauty lies in the twinkling of her eyes, it lies in the innocence of her smile. Her glowing lips epitomises or rather symbolises beauty and so do the expressions on her face. She is a statuette carved and niched out with loads of patience and her gracious body is a perfect definition of theterm we know as "woman".

Tu Kaun Kaha Se Ayi Hai

Ye Husn Kaha Se Layi Hai

Tera Nur Nahi Insano Sa

Kya Tu Khuda Se Milkar Ayi Hai?

Dared to describe her in some other poet's language, but "beauty" in itself has so many definitions. This angel princess cannot be described by mere adjectives provided by the dictionary but any single person who has been touched by her influence in his/her llife knows what this person means to them. She is an identity, which does not requires to be seen or touched to be known, though lucky are the ones who have been blessed to do so. She possesses the magical wand to cure the deadliest of diseases with her voice, and even an evil is bound to think twice before harming her. She has the serenity of a mother who nurtures her child in her lap and at the same time becomes the child itself whom every person would like to adore and caress. She is like the first drop of a monsoon that quenches the thirst of millions, but still leave people thirsty for more. Beauty lies in the fact that she has the freshness of spring along with the wrath of a thunderstorm. What makes her all the more beautiful is that she has got a heart softer than the softest of toys.

If I sum it up all, she is not just a person whom I love, but a beautiful feeling which I experience and feel with every passing moment.

This is my definition of beauty.

My love, you are the most beautiful person.