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Remembering 2006
The wake up call of the scorching sun rendered me with one time annual feeling that was meant to face the first day of a brand new year after all the pervious year's commotions and anticipations that had embarked on a journey rooted for good in the past along with chime of midnight bells.
With a ‘rather-difficult-to-attain’ hindsight, it seems insatiably important to splurge a little bit about the year gone-by even though it is clumsily remembered for keeping my old scars bleeding. But gratefully enough last year life offered me too much work and traveling to keep my mind engaged. All in all it started off very well with a bout of relocation into a much-anticipated domain and surprisingly I found myself on a more comfortable side of the plank. For the next couple of months things were very hectic to make me able to get a grip on an annoyingly difficult assignment. But just when I thought that I had seen it all in the ‘City of Joy’, I was presented with the roar of the lion plattered with a paradoxical generosity and as usual the judgment of the Magi came into the picture and ultimately resulted in one more uprooting to the best of my life and my future faster than my strutting imagination. Within a week life catapulted me across the ocean I had never crossed before into a realm of hesitant anticipations and mushy realities. I was chanting my swan song to the diminishing sight of my tavern yet the flashing memories from the past with same intonations were busy painting a rather familiar sketch of another prolonged separation. Nevertheless, time flew by before I could say 'Harry Potter', and the day to fly me back to the doors of the Magi arrived. Quite rightfully, I was chuffed enough not to feel my feet on the ground and being carried away by the balmy ecstasy of those moments, I ended up right in front of those almighty eyes where all the sorrow and pain are known to melt away leaving the mark of happiness on the cheeks of even the most unfortunate person ever walked on this planet. Like all the great and joyous rendezvous, that was also an affair of a few days and call of responsibilities dragged me back to the island inundated with sweat of human labor and heights of morbid ambitions. It took a while to adjust myself to be able to see things in the "right" perspective but owing to the circular nature of our lives, soon the ball started to roll again. That phase swiftly consumed the last couple of months but it left me with the disappointment of not being able to fly back to the sacred abode to see the year culminate into another one. Expectedly it gave a reason to start off this year with my eyes fixed on a pilgrimage that means anointing of soul in the ocean of utmost imaginable grace, kindness and divinity that takes off all the pain inflicted and regrets incurred during our days and nights chequered with rabid ignorance and abysmal insanity.
All his kindness and forgiveness is the elixir to lead this life to a better tomorrow where wounds from the past will be forgotten and sight will grow beyond the darkness to bask in the eternal sunshine of everlasting mercy.
Have a nice life ............
House of Mirrors
A carnival of kaleidoscopes that enthralls gullible human hearts never ceases to exist in the confinements of our spatial and visual senses. Its tortuous paths with a labyrinth element are what that makes this ordeal endlessly and insanely intriguing. Galvanized by this metaphorically theatrical milieu, we surmise an image that holds myriad reflections of our affections and desires, drawn by the influx of our thoughts and are as dynamic as the inertia of a speeding bullet. Frequently and rather ironically, a battle rages within a hall of nightmares, where our images of imagination are broadcast on many mirrors whilst their realities are firing at them desperately to put their prolonged misery of living in a place surround by sham and feigned dispositions to an end.
Surprisingly, our forced acceptance of this brutal reality fades away in the wake of a largely pseudo-realistic approach to life that is ingrained in our mindsets and doesn’t allow realism to exist in its entirety in our world where our own pre-conceived abstractions paint objects on the horizon of our discourse. As a very familiar corollary of this most universal and most unexplained paradox, we don’t seem to be deterred by the loss of that mirror at any given moment of life and continue to move on in search for another mirror harboring yet another world of gratifying reflections.
Strangely enough, this appearance, as fake as a knave bridal embellishment, serves desperate hearts cross the limits of rational endurance and make them relapse into a diabolical whirl of self-annihilation and meteoric suffering. With regard to which, I regret to say that despite all the swashbuckling efforts, I am unable of fetter my pounding heart at the sight of a horrific incident but at the same time I don’t want to get carried away too far in this bubble of self-realization. All the clamor and chores around the corner are already looming large on my subconscious and before I can count shreds of my broken mirror, my inevitable dreams already seem to requiem for a whole new array of reflections in the house of mirrors. Needless to say I am lost once again.
May you be blessed………………