The words pierced the heart
like the cold edge of a dagger
numbing at first
But unbearable in the next
And as the depth of their harshness
Begin to sink in
Slowly but painfully
No effort could submerge the agony
it caused, when the heart erupted
like a monstrous fire breathing volcano
While the eyes released the flood of tears
to diffuse the fire it fumed..
Only a few days back I was travelling through the winding roads of Arunachal Pradesh, India overlooking the beautiful,quaint hills and enveloped in mist. When I saw this sight I had to stop the vehicle to click a picture of this dreamy scenery. To me this picture defines enveloped in the true sense.
Enveloped in mist and beauty, just like Life , that is so beautiful yet filled with perils at every stage. But isn’t that what ‘living‘ is all about ? – to be ‘Enveloped’ by obstacles yet emerge out victorious and unscathed.? Whats your take?
Weekly photo challenge – 2 (afloat)
calm and tempestuous
I row my boat
Oar of optimism
in this brimming
sea of humanity .
To check out my first entry into the weekly photo challenge – Afloat please click HERE.
Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.
Oh , do I hear the ice cream man
the bells of his cart ringing ?
Out I run , as fast as I can
my heart , so merrily singing
My eyes dance , to and fro
as I watch the myriad hues
Lollies and creams in cups & cones
soon attracting a long queue
Even today when I hear
the same familiar sound
my heart begins to sing in cheer
the ice cream man is around
I wish I could enjoy my ice creams again
like the carefree , good old days
Not a worry in the world , no sadness, no pain
A beautiful , wonderful phase
Oh , I do eat them even today
but never with the same old zest ;
Life now , is like a never ending race
no time to stop and rest …
A few days ago a college mate of mine (I hadn’t been in touch with him ever since we last met about five years back ) passed away …but it was no accident . He killed himself ….
I was shocked to hear the news , more so because I could not imagine some one as intelligent as him to do something like this to himself . Since I don’t want to reveal his real name , let me refer to him as SG .
SG was a student of English literature . We both were pursuing the B.ed degree (Bachelor of Education ) , and used to be the ones to anchor most shows and other cultural events , that were held in college .
When I first saw SG , I thought (and so did many of my other friends ) he was just an arrogant and haughty young lad , who was a little too proud of his language skills . But it took me only a few interactions with him , to reveal to me that he was none of the above .
SG was a poet and philosopher . He was a reserved person and his closed nature was often mistaken for arrogance . He would just sit and stare into oblivion , or at the vast expanse of the sky , in the midst of a conversation .
Once we even attended an Arts festival representing our college , and both of us won accolades in our respective fields . But in all our conversations , SG never really opened up about his personal life or problems , not once . He did have his share of financial problems but was never really frank about them . I knew it , because he borrowed some money from me once , which he returned without ado .
I remember there was a time he fell seriously ill , during the course , but returned with a bang ! In fact , a lot of us failed to recognize him when he returned from the hospital – in place of his lean , pale self was a much heavier and rosier version of SG . But cheerful all the same …
But that was him ..his spirited self…Anyone in his place , might have abandoned the course but he did not … He returned and finished it .
Oh , and I didn’t tell you another thing about him . SG had an inter- religious love marriage , much to the distaste of the girl’s parents . But this of course happened much before he joined the B.ed course… So , he wasn’t the kind to shy away from problems , if he was , he wouldn’t have married his lady love , against such stiff opposition….
Hence ,when I learnt that SG had hanged himself to the ceiling of his rented apartment , you can gauge my utter shock at the news . You might even wonder , why I was not in touch with him over these years…
Well , SG wasn’t really a ‘people’ person.. He was a loner , only in touch with an odd friend here and there …He was not active on any of the social media sites either .
He was pursuing M.Phil in the same college where he was teaching . I just cannot fathom , the depth of the problem that tormented him enough to let go . What worried him so much that he didn’t even take his wife into confidence ?
Anyway , I have missed the details of five years of his life after the course , which is a big enough time for new problems to have come into his life . But what irks me is the fact that none of his close friends , could guess the workings of his poetic mind …
His death does raise one important questions about our society today . Have we all become so preoccupied with our own lives , that we fail to notice the problems of our next door neighbor or even our close friend ? Has this so called ‘virtual world’ of social media sites , brought us far from each other than near…? Is our love for our friends and family getting restricted to likes and comments on his pictures , which may not even be reflecting the reality of his ‘real’ life ?
Or is today’s generation too weak to handle stress? Are we so used to a cushioned lifestyle that even a slight strain in it , leads to to take steps with dire consequences….? Is our educational system to blame somewhere…?
I don’t know…perhaps I too am a victim of this era …
As for SG … I wonder if he had just talked about his problems to someone , just let it pour out , perhaps he would still have been alive …here in this world…and not just in our memories…