A Thingamajig !

And then the sweet old memories summoned.This time only to bring a beautiful yet controlled smile. A feeling of being content and being complete. A feeling of being confused and of being immaculate. To scream and also to be soundless. A though of love and of hate. A state of being in dreams and in reality.There were both ends of every possible existing emotions, yet there was something empty. Some lives out in the world say that- smartness is clarity in vision,but does that make emotional ones weak? And yes! those emotions always makes you rewind your past. It was a very unclear state of mind and no word could express its true meaning/emotions. Yet it was pure and sanctimonious as if the rain poured in and washed all the sins away. A moment of glory , something victorious. A feeling of being anew. Not everyday one gets to sink in such a whirlpool of emotions and come out fresh and live. And this is thingamajig- no name, no meaning....just something!!!

Musical isolation!

Spending a delightful weekend is indeed a surprise. Its been quite long that i had experienced it. Busy life has taken its toll. And i must mention that i do sincerely make an effort to make the weekend look beautiful. Its not like i have a magic wand and i just need to twirl it to make things happen. But i wish. Anyways, so it was delightful because my life was happy and enjoying her existence.Oh ,by the way, my life here refers to my daughter Esha..... Staying in an isolated surrounding, where thoughts do not match with ours , comes the need of survival i.e. to make the extra zillion effort to hold on to your sanity, which otherwise is a daily occupation and does not require much effort. So a weekend stay from this isolation @ savitha chechi's(sister) place was like a therapy and in addition to it ,some old melodies sung live by Mr Bhanu  @ their beautiful club house was just divine. A vocalist and a pianist by profession, his vocal is his greatest gift and believe me when i say ,it was pleasure to have a musical weekend. His effortless way of singing did make me jealous, not because i cant sing, but his ability to indulge in those keys and to be able to vanish in his own melodious world without getting distracted by the surroundings. Aaaaah, what more could one ask for. Nothings could distract him and nothing could stop him. He was all alone ,but  his supreme gift. Oh ,he too was isolated, but his was by choice and am sure unlike me he ain't regretting it. His being a musical isolation.