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A letter to Destiny

To Destiny
Cloud Nine, Kismat Lane,
Opp. Luck, Fate —101
Neverland

Dear Destiny,

It’s been ages! How are you? Or rather, where have you been??

I know you may not remember me as our paths have not crossed since our first encounter but please bare with me. This may jog your memory. I am that same weird lump hanging upside down, naked, crying while a strange creature was smacking my tushy; “Ankit”. In fact, you were the love at first sight for my mom since she saw you there.

First, I must admit, I have since, I was a kid wondered why or what did you promised her during that meeting that she fell for you much harder for you than I ever did. Many times, I wish I could go back to that room and listen to your conversation with her. Even though 20, 25 odd years have passed this question and a few others still perplexes me. Thus, to crush the curiosity bug in my grey matter I am writing this letter to you.

Anyways, I am getting ahead of myself. What I want to tell you is that there is no place in the world that I haven’t looked for you. Ironically, I stumbled upon your address when I abandoned the accepted societal myth, that only those who fell into the chasm of the rat race for money, fame, and success will ever find you. Therefore, you may rest assured I won’t grill you about money or fame.

So, here goes.

Every myth I have ever heard about you had these things in common:
1. Only you and, you alone determine the success
2. You are elusive
3. No amount of Hard work or toil can change you.

Are they true? I need an answer from the horse’s mouth.

Because in my opinion its other way around. I believe only hard work and dedication can seduce success, you are merely an auditor who can easily be bribed by dedication and determination. I don’t know why, every time I see a post on Facebook praising you, every time I see couples on Instagram posting wedding pics hailing you. I smile, I smile sarcastically. Am I broken? or is this out of jealousy! Please, break it down for me.

How! can you be elusive? If, every damm ape assumes (that too, right from birth) that he/she is destined to be rich, famous and successful. Everrry…time, I zorb through snap chats or hashtags all I ever see are hordes of witless and phonies sighting you as their best pal. Which makes me wonder, have I been living under a rock that I didn’t even receive a postcard from you in all these years. Not that I am complaining or am mad at you. But at least a hello couldn’t have hurt. Anyhow, I hope and wish that you remain lifelong friends with them. I am really very proud of you for stepping up for them. Though I miss you but am content with my Tweedle-dee [hard work] and Tweedle-dum [hope and aspirations] for now.

Ok, before I forget. What did you say to my mom during that meeting that made her fell in love with you? I have only heard her version of things. According to her, you told her a secret. Which was “If, I ever didn’t feel happy or life seemed to be slightly dim then I must remember, it’s temporary as you[destiny] are just testing my worthiness since you[destiny] have big plans for me”.

Considering you two haven’t met or talked in ages since that last encounter, I think, your exact words were lost in translation. Correct me if my version of things is wrong. But, I think you might have said, something on these lines “Even though you[destiny] have big plans and hopes for me but only my inner conviction and perseverance will help me achieve what you[destiny] have planned for me.”

All, these years while searching for you, have made me realize. That life is meant to be hard but even a vague promise by a compassionate stranger [stranger being you] can make it extraordinary in the hopes that maybe he is seeing something good that we are still to experience or stumble upon. These promises may last a lifetime or become distant memories. But you know what? It’s okay because at least it provides solace in the fact that Sometimes life just gets in the way but still we must continue growing up and changing ourselves.

Remember, i will always be waiting for the day to be your host. And, thanks for not dozing off like ross while reading this letter in which I have rambled on for 2 pages “FRONT AND BACK”!!!!! 😊

Yours,
Ankit

If Undelivered Please return :
To, Ankit
Third Rock from the Sun,
by the ocean of opportunities,
on the boat of hope,
paddling away with oars of success

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What is nostalgia

What is nostalgia

It’s the essence of existence that makes you feel alive, cherishes and cared. An extravagant sense of just being. Nostalgia, like the mildew, slowly creeps on you while you are not paying attention, mountain grass perfume calling you to those mysterious memory lanes. It is the most reliant fail-safe mechanism that was pre-packed in our DNA by evolution; providing contrast to the predicament of life that tends to be monotonous by the hour. It like jack’s beanstalk taking you to the clouds. So, that you may look upon your puny mortal self and ponder what brought you there. Being nostalgic is the feeling that you have after waking from an afternoon siesta, refreshes you in a jiffy. Once you take a dip into this youth fountain blissfully pulsing with yearning for misty smell reminding of your childhood, friendships long lost into the rubbles of time, gilded mischiefs with friends and siblings, mentally itched holidays and festivities with family, those retarded discussion that went on for hours, limitless roles where you played you own hero.
It’s a gust of winds drifting you to simpler times when being: thrifty was caution, a vulnerability was the strength, pinkie swears were commitments, walking through a dark room was the adventure, imaginativeness was the job and inviting friends to birthday was the greatest happiness. We often close the book as a chapter of life ends, never to read it again but nostalgia wrenches our desires to revisit those ends. Ever so reminding you to the fact that the world will keep going even if everything went wrong but life may not there for you must keep on going writing those chapters so as to be able to revisit those ends when everything goes wrong.
It is the wish come true for a time machine that you always wanted so you could see things in their former glory, fringing on the edge your imaginative universe, wishing you were among those stars.

Nostalgia is the perfect mirror for the ghosts of past, present and future: aptly captured by my dear Friend Manish Shukla :

Sprung in the dawn of relentless flow,
she used to stroll down the lane and steer
to the world, she was an uncaring brat,
No water in her eyes, no drums in her ears,
Nobody knew her, and still, everybody did,

the assumption of reality and reality were no near
An aura that bound her inner soul beneath,
That kept the edges sharp, blunt and clear
But there was something that pushed me to her,
that glowing flame, hidden in the darkness sheer

I saw her in the morning, stomping on the road,
Morning came out the word and made her face cheer
the aghast her in eyes took me aback,
and then the smile she flaunted took me near
soon the time lapsed, and smiles became words,

then there came the time when there only words and no fears
A vast ocean of feel, a pool of emotions,
The hard shell around her contained a pool of tears,
as the words kept going, and the roads between eloped,
the words went on, on the shore, near the river

took me a while to finally feel her life,
the ups, the downs. the cries, the fears
the world made her, a pile of fury
locked in mistrust, too hard to peer
as I went into her eyes, the spark unveiled,

she was the angel that I sought, saw and hear
she was everything I was, a reflection of my soul
that’s when it felt, I am her seer
she seemed rude, rough and the upfront fight for them,
they never really knew, that she was just being a MIRROR!

 

What is failure

What is failure

It’s the end that will weigh on you till you break. An ultimatum that constantly pester on your free will. The most powerful agent of time that hunts you like the hounds of Hades; always bloodthirsty and out there to shatter hopes, willpower and aspirations. A behemoth ever hungry that is satisfied only with sorrows. A baron of unfulfilled desires trading only on misery. It is like a time pirate lurking in calmness of progress to plunder life and exuberance making you bankrupt of time, always waiting for that one mistake so you fall into its trap. The moment you surrender to its whim you will never be able to taste success. 
But 

If you look into failure’s eye with perseverance and conviction it will definitely bow down to your will and confidence. Then you are in game, you have it under your whip. In fact failure a hurdle till you consider its as one; sooner you realise this faster it metamorphoses to a stepping stone paving the path to success. There’s a yin-yang symbiosis between them , to achieve success you must acknowledge failure. In fact success doesn’t tastes like one if you achieve it without failure. Failure is the rite of passage, a fundamental force that that drives the intricate mechanics of life, an ally! always loyal to you. An inspiration constantly fuelling your inner aura, a prospect with high risks but higher rewards. A success without failure is seldom respected and almost always deemed as luck. So make it you best friend and never blame it for what you have not achieved but embrace if for what it taught you and then it will always lead you to success.