Its called Natpu!!!

Life has never been about the Destination, but its always been about the Journey.

The Journey…  is from the first till the last breath.

We all take those first lil steps with our parents by our side… always ready to hold us up on the slightest show of hesitation by our frail legs.. .

Few more months we are looked out for… then we stumble and make it on our four.. then make it as far as the fridge… yank that door open n drop stuff like they were meant to be!!

Go a bit further down the road and  we are true humans.. up on two!! making a run for the nearest door… or peeling out protective taping over the damn electrical sockets and showing our achievements to the one who put them there in the first place!

You  walk… n walk some more… Into a new world…

You no longer are under the wings of just them. you are out there.. for the first time there in the cold… U feel left out! n those moist eyes are never too far off.. then they see thru the moisture.. “others” more or less in the same state as u!! then u find a funny one and make the best decision of your life..

Few days and the moist are no longer the norm… u start off with a diff take…  You have someone to fall dwn with.. to play in the mud with… to be left behind with..

U now start to walk with a new kick in ur step… walk into another muddy noisy and an absolute riot of a time, but you find someone took away your fun..U walk on silently…

Hide it.. keep calm and walk… that’s wat u do!!

Then u find ur self at another start.. n ur wings are open.. n oh do they not gently throw u off the cliff.. still u find it fun… its always fun when it goes around with u!! u cant go against it though!!

now that u find the place cosy! its time to move… damn !! jus started to love being underground!!

Hear yee!! Hear yee!!    there is a new one here!!       well.. darn thing.. all over again!  but here u see more… hear more and take more.. above all u find the most!! from the tie my leg with this guy race to singing at dinosaurs roaming the earth to sticking small cars under ur feet n having a ball!! this was all and everything… more than anything.. staring out at the rain when arithmetic was the point… lost stationary.. lost years!! lost touch! lost myself!

now zoom out.. n zoom back dwn again a few thousand kms south.. here we go again! n for the final time.. We are here and aren’t goin anywhere.. We grow up! grow out! and grow into! and that’s wat we did.. in a fledgling of a place. it was nurturing for us and it!

We found we cherished and we loved every single min!  We  had our moments.. and we had bad ones… We had boxes that didn’t belong to anyone…. and times that belonged to everyone!    Forged… we stood by each other even if then we didn’t knw that we did that!! We did things we regret now… also we did things we’d cherish even after this journey is at its end!!!  We took to everything with that willingness to fall and get up! n learn… In those falls we molded ourselves… We were with and we were without! but we were never alone!  We played and were played by!! We followed… and we lead!! We won and We lost, but We always gave it our best!!  We did listen but didn’t follow…We liked and disliked!!! we still do!!

And finally.. we made it our home away from home!!!

Its called  Natpu!!

PS!! Dedicated to all those close to where it beats and those a million miles away!! and everyone in between and to all those who have been a part of my journey… It’s been an absolute pleasure…

Curve Ball!!!

Picture this… A lake up there somewhere in the valley of the Himalayas… Pristine untouched pure n an utter embodiment of Mother Nature.

What we see there is Tranquillity. The calm, the composed, the cool. looks like nothing much is happening, there is just a sense of peace that prevails.

But just under the surface lies a battle hidden away from the eyes of the world…. the fight for survival… the fight for life or death… this is not seen not noticed not documented but it goes on and on and on, like it’s been going on for eons and will go on till the end of time … It goes on without any one interfering anyone putting things in their place…

The world or rather the vast empty space that is our ever expanding universe is like a collection of these small lakes…. where these small battles take place… everyday… every hour… every minute…

We are sometimes faced with situations where we battle among our selves… or most often battle within selves… to make those choices… take those decisions… to stand up and be counted.. I can sit here behind a veil of cyberspace and go on abt stuff, but its u who has to face the situation, make music frm notes!!

We are sometimes made to believe the world is a soft caring cosy nest… But it ain’t so!! The world is a cruel place some may say.

I for a stand would take non… in my short unworthy n mostly uneventful life I’ve not witnessed either to have affected me so profoundly.. Or may be am just thick skinned…!!!

What we make of situations, how we handle it, how well or not, how subtle or how lopsided we are abt our approach…

The way we do the above said things define us… who we are… our morality… our depth as humans…

The world as we know it… a place of everything… the space and time around us… we mold it, reshape it to better suit us.

Well coming back… the point of  US.. is a diluted one… U.. are who??  What rather…

Thus we can conclude frm the above statement that u have read n I believe have agreed with… that We are What we choose to be!!!! Because we are the manifestations of our choices…

Then I shud end this debates of sorts right here… and shut shop!! So here I take a bow for this under rated “argument” n take off…

So this is THE END!!!

Or is it!!!

There is a flipside to this one!!

and thank god for that!! Or I’d be left here lookin pretty silly after that “build up” 

Well this flipside is peculiar…

To understand it better, let’s look at a regular day of my life or ur life or for that matter any one’s life…

We get up… at various times of the day… still we do that… and then we have a routine… we are asked to do a number of things in order… like we don’t eat our breakfast unless we brush… well there are exceptions always. Then we are to take our bikes or buses etc to our work place or school or college or the movies etc!!  then we are to park, or get dwn at a particular place and then u have a procedure to follow…U get thru half the day, then it’s time for your break.. and we go thru that like mechanical wind up monkeys clapping our hands. Then after a tiring days work u take the same mode of transport back home!! and when u reach home its no different. U have a gazillion things to do… Get that mess cleared frm the table, cook up something for dinner, and what not. The best part is we get up the next day and go do the same thing again.

I’m not referring to the monotony of our lives… but the underlying thought of CONTROL…

In definition control is, actually there are 15 sub divisions to the defn.

so here are the ones I wanna look upon,

• power to direct or determine; “under control”
• exercise authoritative control or power over; “control the budget”; “Command the military forces”
• the activity of managing or exerting control over something; “the control of the mob by the police was admirable”
• dominance: the state that exists when one person or group has power over another; “her apparent dominance of her husband was really her attempt to make him pay attention to her”
• manipulate: control (others or oneself) or influence skilfully, usually to one’s advantage; “She manipulates her boss”
• command

So, what control am I talking abt here, not the voodoo black magic mind control!!

I’m talking abt the control that we are under, that we HAVE to get up when the sun rises and we HAVE to take the road laid down and not a straight line between the two places, and how we HAVE to take a break at that one time in a day and not any time we choose to.

We can’t for instance who here wouldn’t wanna write a 3 hr exam for 5 or may be longer!!

there are things which we do, which no one questions, no one goes against. that is a form control over all of us…

We do have a degree of freedom within this framework. That degree is quite small. Like for eg I can take a maximum of 3 routes to college, but can’t we join two places with a million different lines. This is control. The fact that someone makes those choices for u and that gives u a limited number. I’m not questioning the system, it is there cuz we put it there.

But the individuality the question of who you are… the fact that ur choices makes you… well YOU!! is not all that shimmering now is it!!

We always find these two ideas have a deal going on… they are just right, to keep us happy. We have just the right number of choices to make, and they have just the right amount of control to keep order.

In a way, Choice and Control go quite well with each other, like Gin and Tonic!!!

At the end of the day we all are just trying to make sense of this chaos that surrounds us… one way is to believe that it’s not chaos… it’s something more!!!   But is it??!!!

First Steps… the ones which will be captured forever

From the moment you come into this world, you are looked upon, taken care of and treated with the utmost respect and care like your are a Prince or a Princess.

Let there be a story!!!!

Once upon a time loooooooooong looooooooooong time ago, there lived a lady….

She was bestowed upon herself a son, by a god,One fine day God came up n said lady you have won my super duper lottery so now u will bear my son!!!

lets leave those details for now.

She was living alone in a modest hut, with car parking and roof top swimming pool, Intercom security system, Fitness center, Individual utility and works areas, Children’s landscaped play area etc etc.

Well she was living modestly and wasn’t in such a tight situation so as to make ends meet. She did her best to bring her one and only son.

We see this pattern in parents, something that never stops to amaze me, one minute your living your life and when the child arrives EVERYTHING i mean EVERYTHING revolves around the child. It becomes their lives. The soul purpose of the parents is just to get this little puking pooping small devil to adulthood and see him/her grow beyond them and their dreams.

Ok getting back here… this lady is no supermom, she juggles all her duties and commitments and on the other hand has this budding life to nurture. She sees to it that she doesn’t compromise anything in the son’s upbringing. She goes through a lot to give him the BEST, she sacrifices her comforts to give him a hot meal and a warm bed. The years roll on, the rains come and the rains go. After some 24 odd years the little devil has grown up, and on no particular day he takes over from his ailing old supermom.!! She finally sees the day she’d been waiting for, for her son, her hard work, to bear fruit.

The day we all move into the real world ,face it ,fall ,get up just as eager to fall again ,those are the first steps she was waiting to see not the ones 23 years ago cuz those are small grains of sand compared to what our hero has to face in this big bad jungle…

The first steps of a child frm being a dependent to being Independent is what our parents live their lives for…

These are my first steps……. MAKE ME FALL !!!