On The Rocks

I just toned up to start on this. The experience because of the significance required a phase of mind to capture it upon…….GOA is the city they christen, and FUN is the trait I would glue upon.
G – GO HIGH;
O – ON THE ROCKS;
A – ADIEU;
While beer bottles cling the bags underneath our bus seats, we decided to gather for the first round table conference inside the orange liner that peeped its way through the shinning sun. It was a great deal of contentment to be the bottle opener or the receiver, because it serves as a re-union /fun trip and also as a flee factor from the trick of corporate life. Everyone had their own know-how to share but only after a bottom sip or a slow drift.

Round after round,

Hour after hour,

Our mind went for it;

Our heart searched for it………..

As the journey progressed the bus marched towards “JOG” …In those pinch of darkness we the admirers of nature throbbed our heart…..We were filled with our salutes, dreams , memories for the mother nature carving its own fashion kingdom in grandeur. The gorgeous “JOG” flowed with utmost vigor with rock as its sanctuary. Some of our guys did craft a vow to make merry of their honey-moon in a spectator area @ the top of “JOG”. …lol?..........The orange liner traverses the bushy forests swarming with woods towards the alluring city of GOA.
Goa , a place overflowing with excitement, clouded with beaches…….with its own nest of outsiders ….The seashore gave us the aura to catch up for a sport on the shore …perhaps sky is the lifeline to record our events. To trip and add much more vibrancy, we had the CRUSIE to bring much more escapade. The beach with its beautiful angels turned the glasses of all our guys towards the leeward destination of “Beautiful Babes”. Night festivity starts, with bottle taking the throne we left our minds to be invaded by angel called alcohol. In those state of mind a placid walk on the shore is worth an injection. It takes you to a celestial world of stars, calmness…..recollection…….plus a few puffs @ 12:00 would steal the show…..Merry, happy for the day ?
St.Xavier church: Admiration adorned my mind @ the great structure that lay a hand on the sky…….. Its beauty are left to unknown words to describe ……kudos to the hands that would take the praise of generations yet to come , for the movement of their hands that led to those fine arts. Back to the beach with a few shots of “FENNY” already acting on our central nervous system, we decided to pick the best even in absolute “Mappu”…how??? Volleyball is the game they call……..we volleyed with that oval curvature ? ………..with alcoholic effect spiraling we fell to the mother earth to save the ball from touching it. Determination...u c……..Then comes a gentle boat ride….away from the shore we viewed with gratitude @ the beauty of small dwarfs standing miles apart………..then came the grand day for the grand bet on the island…………….
With two boats accelerating its intensity with utmost vigor, towards the unknown island…our visit was payed tribute by a school of dolphins…Then a gentle dip into the midst of sea …..To live, love and learn the beauty of sea…..silent with its waves, it embraced the first time jumpers ……..of course few bites from jelly fish for intrusion from humanity…..As the rider went towards the island we saw “THE HANDS OF NATURE” carving its way out in splendor by the image of the landscape…….departing from the rider our hands and throat went in thirst of “B….R”………….now competition for the best among the best bottom sippers…….’Man u…..me…….he……….hey allllllllllllll……….thumbs up”………………With assiduous trees showing their love and way for the visitors we marched towards the top of island to sense and have a high regard for the salubriousness of the nature &morning…………. so much tranquil propelled with just 20 populating those unknown forts , left outs…..left us with a sense of triumph….a feel that we had invaded the unknown empire , fort , light house ……In those light tones a pen and paper would unwind your poetic version ?

In those undulating neighborhood,

I establish a life to re-think upon,

Not alone to breathe upon,

But also to be loved upon……….

The sea touches its mother rocks with a silent wave,

A wave that carries the love of billion aquatics across the sea,

And thousand minds across the shore,

We stood there as emperors ….

To jump upon, to drink upon,

To live upon, to rock upon………………

As the boat retreats from the island we leave a flag of happiness on this greenly pasture……..Our smiles are recorded on those rocks and our love carved on that leaf …..That would serve for centuries yet to visit and share……….That’s GOA for us with the gang bidding a big good bye to the marvelous city with a “TOKILA” shot to celebrate the birth calendar day our dear friend “RED”……..The entire trip took its zeal for just a bet on “BEER”………..and I guess it had served the purpose ?

Live It Up

It stems a man’s identity, it exhumes his talent and sculptures his life style……..
It is at this age a man handles much more ‘exceptions’,’ catches’ and swirls his ideas with a good will to mould the future…..
In search of excellence, the drama of life unleashes new pastures, projects new scripts and dictates new rhythms …..
This would happen when diversity of ideas intercept, converge, bend at an angle, twist on a axis…..they all would revolve around a central theme….

Much could be said about this piece of humans literature…the transition from being unburdened lad living in a world filled with rejoicement, fun and folly to an individual dazed at once by the spectrum of the new world----the great wide, beautiful, wonderful world {that would present him with wide vagaries of monsoon}……..
This jigsaw puzzle could lead to complete renunciation or enchanting personification……In either ways it is this part of life that shaped the lifestyle of “Mahatma’s”, “Nehru’s”, “Che’s…”…
Bachelorhood in spite of being the most charming section in an individual’s history unearths so much energy, which each and every atom in this world would awe at!
This part of an individual’s life is called as energy
Energy
to bend the rainbows
to capture unknown roads and explore unknown vistas,
to propel the thoughts for a better view of d horizon,
to clear the mists in the sky and have a blink at the stars,
to puzzle the creative universe to capture unknown arts,
to combat the toughest of the winds with an iota of courage,
to bend the unbendable,
to mediate the nonnegotiable,
to tame the untamable,
to support and recognize the voice of unrecognizable,

Energy that,
Doesn’t know the limits of its freedom,
Doesn’t care the reactions of its actions,
Upbeats to soak the cloud of injustice,
Resounds in pursuit of its own identity,
Pitches its boots against the toughest of the roads,
Sheds it sweat to wipe out the sweat (in d form of tears) that ebbs out of it beloved eyes,
Raises its glasses in honor of someone,
Spoils itself in want of someone,
Aims at the star (as a pendant) for his gf,
Takes unknown lectures from unknown people to load a chartered trip,
An energy that rings a bell for a tryst with destiny…..
Like a passing cloud this monsoon of energy might fade off……lets invigorate it!
Let’s live it!

This part of my thoughts is about survival

For some survival is security, for some it’s pleasure,
For some it’s melancholy, for some it’s the longing,
For some it’s absurd, for some it’s wealth, health and stealthL
For some it’s love,
For some its thoughts submerged in memory (pain of love), the fear of the being dethroned from their loved ones …..
For some it’s ideas, For some it’s imagination,
For some it’s implementation,
And for a majority it’s walking through the finer pastures with a pre imbibed destinations chalked for them….
I always dream upon the way with which the society operates……it detonates and perhaps persuades us with the concept of survival. It pities the needy, suppresses the people who don’t acquaint to this ever changing universe (Survival of the fittest).
And for some extraneous people survival lands up nothing more than watching, decoding an encrypted universe, bullying their brains, throbbing their hearts to communicate with a lifeless machine, and befriending a machine with a 2 GB RAM capable doing miracles of unknown latitude, and providing fantasies of unknown dilution J….perhaps they live in a vicious circle (even Iam buoyed by all these virtualized environment)….

In this context of survival numerous human emotions’ get blurred from or vicinity………..
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The first step @ the insti,
The first hand-shake of a lasting friend,
Spirit of a new born individuality,
Dreams that pitches up our scale to aim at unknown vistas,
Those un-ending arguments,
Those unfathomable thoughts,
Those memoirs of first love,
Sensation of a first smoke,
Ecstasy of first vodka, with glasses clinging across the round table conference”
In the context of survival, we act against our pursuit of happiness; we submerge ourselves of living and serving ourselves. The ultimatum landing up no more than a square compartment of a compliment demarked and a chassis suffixed with some axles to take you to speedy drive. Of course there are some unimaginable achievements but at the cost of???? (Resolution unknown).

In our run for survival,
Ideas get realized,
Thoughts get provoked,
Identity becomes neutral,,
Beauty becomes eternal,
And money becomes the centrifuge!
Way of life is a thing of beauty which each and every individual designs for himself, nurtures for his satisfaction, and lives for his happiness……any way of life being forced to act upon for a societal outlook results a fruitless seed rotten at early stage, useless for itself and for the fabric of the society as a whole.
Let us live to ‘feel’ the aura blessed with the flora of life! After all there is one life to live, to re-define our slated path of the so called “survival”, and moulding it for a better future is crossword left with our hands ….