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Fall Apart April 3, 2014

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Fall Apart


Quietly… merge into that oneness! September 30, 2013

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Quietly... merge into that oneness!

Isolation or Inclusion – A Personal Choice September 28, 2013

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Experience of a re-union: Presentation School ’90 Batch September 25, 2013

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Presentation English Medium School - 1990 Batch

Twenty three years after leaving school, the students of Presentation English Medium School ’90 batch reunited – virtually, on social network.


In between these years there were a few attempts to re-unite the batch; however, the reunion on the social media brought us all from far and near – even those who are scattered across continents: Babitha, Manoj, Sajit, Rajesh and the like!


It was such a feeling – little pleasures that meant a lot, to meet old batch mates and pick up from where we left, fill the space with all the hopes that you once shared and counting what all from it became real! Few of them were seen – at a stretch – relishing the joy of little insignificant things that were once significant as children. The secrets then – you realize now – were no secret big enough to be a secret, the dreams were not so ‘dream-able’ enough to be a dream, and yet they looked back and thought of them with a chuckle that we once hid them under our pillows and some in our books and some others inside our chest, protecting them from the world around us that we thought were watching us all the time. And still, we all must be carrying a secret or two –what you did, what you saw, what you heard carved on the red-oxide paved corridors of our memories from school!


Not all your batch mates were your friends; there were a few with whom you hardly had conversations that could be counted less than a dozen times a year, and yet, there was an inexpressible ‘familiarity’ beyond that batch-mate-hood, something that spelled the sense of belongingness- the feeling of our own! We were girls and boys who are now men and women, and there could be seen on the chat-forums these men and women taking absolute liberty to transcend time and morph themselves into their childhood ! And a few of them who once walked through the school corridors not more than few inches away from the walls – almost gliding through them, and their sound never too loud than the rustling of leaves – had learned the ropes in time and now ruled the roost !


Many of us changed in time; yet, in each of us there remained something that never changed – how they smiled, how they posed, how they walked, twitched mouth, tilted head, angled look – something in them remained their signature that identified them with the boy or girl they were once !


The forums resembled a carnival ground!


Not all lived this far to watch the carnival though; their shutters were pulled down early in time, which we remembered too.  One succumbed to cancer, another to acute depression. The grown up boys and girls now wanted a vision and purpose to make the reunion meaningful, and the discussion didn’t go too far before we identified a common need – to express solidarity with the family of a batch-mate who did not live to witness this reunion.  Again, the hearts that shared pencils and sharpeners and lunch and snacks in the school came together with their contributions, this time sharing a livelihood! But it also showed the other side of the growth into adulthood; the difference of values among us that we accrued in our journey of life. To help someone too had different meaning among different people – meaning we acquired as we grew up from being a child to being an adult; we are now men and women taking decisions of parting with resources beyond a pencil or compass! While for some where the words were loud, their actions fell silent, while some others conveniently remained silent as it perhaps didn’t pull a chord in them; for some, reunion meant the fantasized excitement of staying connected and feeding the hungry present by the delicious memories of childhood, for some others, it meant adding value to the lives of each other. Some were silent, but their action spoke louder! Yet, the differences were respected; we are no more school boys and school girls!


Years and age brought with it the wisdom to understand the nuances of behaviours – those were of the adults in us; the words and its sounds, the silence and its space could all be interpreted a bit more than its interpretations as children.


Sometimes I wonder if we at all need to be conscious of what we are designing; what is meant to be together will come together, no matter how long after! To turn the wheel of destiny, perhaps all we need to do is to give it a push – a little one, and then time will by itself add momentum to its motion, bringing together what must be enjoined, and keeping away what must remain at bay.


This reunion is indeed not a discovery of age; yet for those little hearts and minds that must have shed a drop of tear then at the farewell seeing the inevitability of choosing different paths – not seeing each other every morning any more, this reunion meant a lot, though perhaps not so indispensable. Yet there remained many more to connect and those connected do not guarantee an eternal bond either. But this moment, this moment of coming together deserve applause, because with it, it created memories that can now be further nourished for many more years to come, through this renewal of childhood!


What else could have filled the vacuum this age would have created if we were not to re-unite!



The Best Weekend Ever ! August 31, 2013

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Take a step back this weekend and look at yourself through the eyes of your beloved ones – your dad, your spouse, your children, your friend! Open your wardrobe and see your clothes, walk to your desk and touch the chair, feel your books and hold your pen, all through the eyes of your beloved one, and imagine you don’t exist anymore – resting peacefully six feet under – and everything is seen and felt by your beloved one, thinking of you and the many years you grew up with, living, loving and learning!


And now imagine, seeing your clothes folded and stacked in the cupboard – those that you will never wear again, what’s he thinking and how’s she feeling? The desk at which you will not sit again, you are standing – as your beloved one – and how are you feeling? The books – in its margins your beautiful handwriting that he’s caressing now – what thoughts are running through her mind, what sound is she hearing of you? The black fountain pen with orange crush ink from William Penn, your favourite colour – and does his lips twitch from remembering the conversations you had long ago?


Feel everything that’s yours – through the eyes of your beloved one; the old chest where you stocked the little letters or the old stud and the broken tie-clip, everything that you cherished as valuable – look at them and feel them through the eyes of your beloved one.


What’s he thinking of you? What’s her feeling for you? What’s she cherishing? What’s he regretting?


And now that you are still here, in the now, could anything be different this weekend?



‘Context’ is the name of game! August 28, 2013

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‘Websters’ wouldn’t be screamed at for writing ‘Bastard’ in its dictionary; however, you would be fired for writing the same word in an email to your boss; the first serves as an information, educational; the second a ‘salutation,’ wrong at that! What was harmless – perhaps useful – in one context became harmful – perhaps useless – in another situation.

When looked through a magnifying lens, what else in your life is perhaps a right thing but in a wrong place therefore dis-empowering your will than enabling your progress? – Shahir

I Dont’ Create; I Discover! August 27, 2013

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“Everything that I create existed before me and shall remain till the end of time; they are merely discoveries of different combinations of life’s components – people, places and more – that were not put together before me or dissolved in different forms and shapes, and yet stand a chance to be combined differently after me. They are not creations; they are the discovery of infinite possibilities, transitioned through ages, transforming seasons. I am unique. So are you.” – Shahir

Voice of Expressions August 24, 2013

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“If only expressions had voice, what not we would’ve heard that always remained untold, leaving for us fathomless beauty of relationships unfold!” – Shahir

“I want you to be what I want me to be…” August 5, 2013

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“I want you to be what I want me to be; in being that, you would be the height of perfection, the best side of humility, a chapter that offers lessons of life, a life that would be a reward of love. I want you to be what I want me to be, that I am not but you are.” – Shahir

True Expression of Love July 17, 2013

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The most true expression of love is often either in silence or in nonsense words – words that either do not exist or has no meaning at all! Remember the last time you were on your knees to talk to your two year old niece, and the most weird words you chose in excitement – the genuine representation of your meaningful inner world of love? ‘I love you’ is often an adulterated version of cho-chi-chi-chuu-cho-bo-chee that you say to a two year old.

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