Studying for the exams, a day before has never been a stroll in the park. The thought of having a relationship with some 800 page epic of irksome codes and programs within a few hours, will have you down in mouth distressed. Being in a deadlock situation however, the mind orders the hand to take the book and the hand responds with subdued obedience. Going through the uninteresting and monotonous lines will just cause an agony. Mustering all the powers my concentration level reaches,a pinnacle of 5 long minutes. And to no surprise, the mind digresses to a variety of topics related nothing with the weight grasped in my hands. These thoughts entangle my brain in a web and the book fails to get my attention. Procrastination is never new and my brain commands to sway with the lazy thoughts deserting the book, just to my jubilation. After getting embroiled in the limbo of discerning notions, a stroke of hand brushes against my hair. The stroke provides an active blitzkrieg effect to my brain, my heart alludes to the fact that it is “THE MIDAS TOUCH” by my mother bringing me back to reality.
Saturday 27 October 2012
The Midas Touch
Studying for the exams, a day before has never been a stroll in the park. The thought of having a relationship with some 800 page epic of irksome codes and programs within a few hours, will have you down in mouth distressed. Being in a deadlock situation however, the mind orders the hand to take the book and the hand responds with subdued obedience. Going through the uninteresting and monotonous lines will just cause an agony. Mustering all the powers my concentration level reaches,a pinnacle of 5 long minutes. And to no surprise, the mind digresses to a variety of topics related nothing with the weight grasped in my hands. These thoughts entangle my brain in a web and the book fails to get my attention. Procrastination is never new and my brain commands to sway with the lazy thoughts deserting the book, just to my jubilation. After getting embroiled in the limbo of discerning notions, a stroke of hand brushes against my hair. The stroke provides an active blitzkrieg effect to my brain, my heart alludes to the fact that it is “THE MIDAS TOUCH” by my mother bringing me back to reality.
Wednesday 17 October 2012
Monsoon Blues
Through the window
sill:
It is drizzling
outside. Through the transparent window sill I create a race between two water
droplets, with my mind occasionally drifting to the pleasant music and the
meaningful lyrics of the song playing on my Ipod. The sound of the wind is
still searching for a gaping hole for its complete effect to be felt, though i am
still reeling under its miniscule effort.
My mind sways just like a
pendulum, flashing images of an imaginary girl as soon as the meaningful lyrics
takes a detour to my idle cerebrum. The first rain of a monsoon gets the same
welcome from a nomad just like how a farmer welcomes the harvest festival.
The sight of a boy playing
with the rain water on the highways is a sight that any photographer would love to
click and any fun lover would try to control the solemn urge to give the little
one some company.
As my eye lids face a
battle to part ways, the climate and the scenic beauty reminds nothing other
than a Mani Ratnam’s picturesque song. As I hear the last of the melancholic chords, my brain knows that it has lost the war and i doze off as i feel the last shudder of
the cold air through my nostrils!
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