A U-Turn? Why?!


Theater is good... especially the plays which are thought-provoking.
Or some which show you the other side of things.
Few which show things you have went through... and those make you think again.
'U-Turn' (Marathi) did the same.

The concept of Live-In relationships taken in a different context. Two single parents meet by chance...

(leave aside their pasts... let us focus on the basics)

...get to know each other by chance encounters and fall (slowly and surely) in love. Both hide the fact (from each other) that their respective children are disapproving their 'companionship'; since they have decided not to get married.

They live thus for a year which includes her son's marriage and his daughter's pregnancy.
In the end they (she) decide (decides) to call it off because the happiness of their children is more important than their love lives. It was they who struggled to make their spawn what they are... how can their emotions be disregarded now? So, in spite of his pleas, she calls it off. She leaves him.
Yeah he tells her to return at the slightest change of her mind... but that is purely to give his broken heart a distant hope.
They leave each other for her son who is settled in the UK and has married a blond. A son who does not invite his mother for his wedding.
They leave each other for his daughter who is settled in another metro, is close to his ex-wife. So what if she cares about him? He has no right to be happy?
Who should sacrifice and whose job is it to understand and accept the situation as it is?
Should parents stay alone all their lives just because their children think so?
Or should those goofballs of 'children' accept their parents' needs?!

Both of them took a U-Turn in their happy lives just to ensure there's no dead-end in the relationships with their children which 'might' have happened.

Let us consider the same case where children are involved and parents oppose the match.
I won't state the obvious but is it the parents who are going to stay with the married couple?

If all parents want is their child's happiness, is denying their offspring the right to choose love, justified?
Should the child give up what they love just because the parents think so, for no logic and with no rationality whatsoever?
Or should the 'parents' understand and let their child live?

A sparrow feeds its chicks day and night (my place is a maternity home for these feathery gits)... what for?
The chicks fly away... do they look back? No.

We are humans, individuals and are able to think if we want to.
Emotions and Love come naturally to us.
But should we live for the sake of another?
Do our parents own us?
Can we allow ourselves to be 'owned' by them?

Do they really expect something in return for the things they went through while bringing us up?
Or it it entirely up to us to give them the love they deserve?

Should our love and our respect towards Mom-Dad be obligatory or by choice?

Our lives are, after all, ours to live...
Why the effing U-Turn when we travel alone with the ones we choose?
Why the frigging U-Turn when our loved ones are always there... just two steps behind us? ;)

Brush Strokes




I created a portrait of a storm
that was raging inside
Of violent colors and angry streaks
It spoke of the rising dark and failing light
A haze of resentment yelling out
Lashing out at the World it detests
I painted my dissolving dreams
I painted my vision which sulked at the world
I created a portrait and regretted it

And so it was discarded.

I flirted with the colors soon after
The colors which spoke of the faintest whispers
I created a portrait of the climbing sun

On the greenest of valleys

I drew the echoes of my heart beats

painted those mild swirls with tinge of red

I ran my brush for the joys it gave

to my simple heart

Its every touch like a tender kiss

Giving life to a deadened skin
Paper spoke out its love for the vibrant colors
And I created Life, beneath the sun, as I know it.

A single night, A single blow
And walls collapse; so do I, from within.
The Work of Spring now buried beneath the pile.


Blank canvas, wide sky and strums of an Acoustic

as I stand yet again with a palette held tight

Colors, joyful as ever, living and waiting to give life.

I pause
Is there an urge to create again?

Coming Back to Life - Pink Floyd




This song is one of their most beautiful compositions.
I've lived it in the past.
Whether I'm living it now... I don't know and won't care to know.
But I want to build something from the silence.

--

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else' words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of live and the seeds of change were planted

Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but
I took a heavenly ride through one silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begin
And headed straight... into the shining sun

--

The song is wonderful.
Heeded it for the first time as I witnessed the audacity of the raindrops on a suburban railway station.
I wrote my first write-up listening to it.. lived it then.. and evolved.
I'm evolving again.

:)

Buffet


This crap is being written only because a certain Mohsin D has tagged random people in his Facebook 'Note' and the list includes Sushrut (Me) as well.
You'll be able to find him (Mohsin) in Sewri. Don't try and accost him at night, he may get really violent.
Try to catch him in mellow moods.


Moi:

1)
I love with all my life, hate with all my abuses, laugh with all my guts pouring out.


2)
Can't write without inspiration except while typing letters to a certain someone.
Anything and everything can inspire me... may it be raindrops falling on a railway track or a cup of coffee. :P


3)
Music is a part of me:

-(Clapton, John Mayer, Agnee, Doors, Dire Straits, Mark Knopfler, Country, Marc Antony, Pink Floyd when I'm busy musing)
-(Children of Bodom, Korn, Metallica, Cradle of Filth, Nirvana, Devildriver, Linkin Park when I'm angry)

-(Oldies, Marathi, Lounge, Beethoven, Rahman when I'm at peace and joyful)

-(Nirvana, Guns n Roses, 3 Days Grace and stuff when I'm feeling rebellious)
-(Host of songs when I'm in some other mood...) :P


4) For some reason, I love drinking black coffee from the CCD mini-outlet at Dadar station, Platform 4.
Even better if it's raining.
I always miss a couple of trains sipping at the bitter liquid.. and feel free to glare around the platform.
Few aunties enthusiastically take the hint and glare back at me. It's fun!


5) Trains and I share a unique (or weird) relation.
I feel damn patriotic while seeing two trains move parallel to each other. Got no idea why...


6)
Also, I happen to meet number of interesting folks in the train and somehow we get talking.
Prominent among them are:
-A fella who brings in celebrities while organizing an event,
-A Consultant in Instrumentation industry (my field) :P
-A bloke who worked with MU radio and is a Wilsonite/Wilsonian. (dude you've been tagged) :D


7)
I prefer putting stuff down point-wise. Makes it damn clear to understand. Why I care.. dunno.


8)
Sipping freshly brewed Scotch in the Highlands is a dream which will soon come true. :P
Also, I want to wear those skirts (no offense) and play bagpipes.


9)
Interestingly, all my weird and adventurous dreams feature my girl instead of Family... maybe its true with all ye guys.
But yeah, I'm never alone.


10)
Want to die a sudden death and don't want my body found.
Maybe in an ocean, down a cliff or buried in the snow.
Ain't afraid of death.


11)
Chocolate is adored. Try my best to have a Lindt Excellence 85% within reach, always.


12)
Romantic at heart and at times, impractical.
Damn practical when it comes to handling emotionally sensitive situations concerning loads of people.


13) Can't read Marathi due to lack of patience. Ain't proud of the same.
Love my mother-tongue though..


14)
Got a fascination for dark eyes and long hair (in girls) :P Damn, thunderbolt strikes!


15)
Yeah, I read.
For some reason, can't experiment unless the suggestion comes from a trusted source.
Sucker for:

- Wodehouse (Blandings, Psmith, Bodkin)

- War novels (Forsyth, Tom Clancy, Alistair Maclean and Ludlum)
- Bill Bryson (That guy makes me laugh the loudest!!)
- Ayn Rand (She creates a world of her own)
- J.K.Rowling (Loved Potter series.. with its faults)
- J.R.R.Tolkien (A genius)
- Mario Puzo (Godfather was the best though)
- Tolstoy (Have read just a couple of stories and have loved them dearly. His style..)

Currently on Chekhov's works..


16)
Photography is a passion.
Trying to learn it myself.. thanks to an invaluable SLR gifted to me by a dear relative. (Thank you!!)
*tears of gratitude* :P


17) Love to read battles and stuff. The strategies intrigue me.
Something in it makes me feel the glory, the power with which the conquering riders rode down the defeated enemy... History fascinates.

AOE, Commandos are games close to my heart.

18)
Fond of strategy games.. Zoo tycoon made me a billionaire when I was 13! :P


19) Cycling, Swimming and Badminton give me a certain level of joy which can be summed up in a single word: 'Orgasmic'!
Such freedom, they giveth!


20)
Enjoy laughing out loud.
They said Sushrut can laugh seeing one wagging finger. I disagreed.
They won since I laughed my arse off.

Some people who have made me laugh really really hard:
- Dad, Mum, Sis
- School folks: Suraj, Sanjay, Anup
- High School: Aniruddha

- RAIT: Anand, Koti, Swami, Pratyush, Arjun
- Phameely: Soumitra, Ishan (those cousins are nuts!) :P

- His Majesty King Julian (Lord of 'em all!)


21)
I write and let go. I think and I write what I think.
I love to write because that's the easiest way for me to express those unspoken feelings. *saintly expressions* :P


22)
Believe dogs are one of the best things alive. Their frank and stupid expressions are enough.. :)


23)
Sparrows find liberty at my place to build homes and raise kids.
Feel free to pick up food from my plate, shit on my bedsheet, shit on my tee, shit on my denim, and fly around only when the fan is switched on.

Pigeons feel it's their right to enter the house and lay eggs on the sofa.
Trust me, this has happened. Must have forgotten the way to her nest.. stupid git.

I loathe pigeons.

24)
Feel my best with a hot cuppa, cozy room, low light, music and my thoughts.
Add in a girl I love.
Yesh, that eesh always included.

25)
Had never thought I will complete all 25. Without inspiration. :P

Thank you Mohsin, for the same.

Thank you Asa, for introducing me to terms like 'Gah', 'Bleh'.
Thank you Rinkal, for everything and everything.

Thank you Ruta, for moozik, books, crazy ideas and all the stuff you know. ;)
Thank you Priyanka, for showing me that an Engineer can become a Doctor too!

Thank you Dr.Pingu, for the Rhapsodized design. :P

Thank you Harshil, for the Rhapsodized scooter rides. :)

Thank you Sudheer Aajoba, for Psmith.

Thank you Ishan and Soumitra, for those wild laughs and realizations.

Thank you Sanjeev, for 6/10 on our very first meet. :P
Thank you Soumendra, for making me a moderator.

Cheers,