Music is life: #Funkaar

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Hi Guys,
Glad to share my entry for the #MusicDilSe blogging contest by http://www.funkaar.in which was named as the first prize winner recently. My sincere regards to the funkaar team for giving me the honor. It was my 100th post and it just got even more special.

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Recognition from fellow bloggers and the veterans gives the much required boost to the irregularly irregular blogs like mine. My fellow bloggers have also graced my blog with the coveted “Blogger Recognition Award” and I am as ecstatic as humbled. All the credit for this triple reverence goes to:

1. Savita Shetty from https://fascinatingworld2016.wordpress.com/
2. Jyotirmoy Sarkar from https://jyotirmoytheone.wordpress.com/
3. Susmita Mukherjee  from  https://susmitamukherjee.wordpress.com/ 

Thank you Savita, Jyotirmoy and Susmita for the approbation. I request all my fellow bloggers to visit their beautiful blogs and I am sure you will love all three of them.

See you all soon with a detailed post featuring my nominations:-)

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Music is life. That is why our hearts have beats.

               Music is the essence of our lives and it is all around us, adding that little extra spark to an otherwise mundane routine. Music is like the air around us; we may not always see it but can definitely feel it’s presence if we care to focus. Music sometimes confronts us like a tiger roaring in African wilderness while sometimes it teases us like a koel singing on a distant tree. Music need not always be created but it can be discovered in the most unexpected places. Even silence is music to some ears. I wish my life had background music so I could understand what the hell is going on but not everyone is as lucky as Mother Nature herself. Here’s a poem from my archives celebrating Mother Nature’s lullaby…

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What is #true love?

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             Love is perpetual and illimitable and cannot possibly be squeezed into a few words (and the sugar coating doesn’t help either). It is the rawest, purest feeling which can only be felt with a pious heart. But we don’t need to figure out what love actually means to embrace it. It will find the longing heart itself. True love is born out of a divine connection between two souls and they need not necessarily be young adults of opposite sex but even parents, siblings and friends can share true love too.  The hottest Bollywood theme of parents pitted against the amour has always sparked short circuits in my heart and brain. True love is more often portrayed as a pursuit of your beloved but I feel it is much beyond materialistic endeavors.

Love is not the flirty feeling

Not mere a glittering ring & kneeling

Love is sacrificial, love is ferocious

It is instinctive, limitless and atrocious

Love answers all questions, epic or small

It cannot be explained, yet it explains all.

                                        -doc2poet

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               Love is a feeling of being inexplicably drawn to another person, wishing for his/her happiness without caring for your own self. Love is a gamut of adjectives and a conglomerate of emotions and feelings. It is crazy, complicated and most importantly real and it cannot be hidden where it truly exists. Love may be a lot of things but it is always a positive feeling. It may have a different meaning for each one of us on a scale ranging from infatuation to obsession; where true loves lies somewhere in between but is being mistaken more often than being understood. In this gadget driven virtual world people don’t like love; they only like the idea of love.  The squishy toys and splashy gifts exchanged on national romantic days have replaced love for all practical purposes.

True love is eternal, true love never dies,

True love is illimitable; beyond oceans and skies,

True love is cool breeze, true love is sunrise,

True love is verity; the truth above all lies…

Click here for the complete poem @ https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2016/05/25/true-love/ 

Stay tuned for the next dose of true love…

Smelling Horror: #MyNoseKnows

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               Here’s a short story  I wrote long back for a @blogadda contest. It was a naive attempt and the only short story I ever wrote but somehow it ended up on the winning side. I hope you like it too…

It will scare the smell out of you…

The night was unusually cold and gloomy. I was sitting on the back seat of my 19 days old maruti alto which was gliding past the relatively thin traffic. I could feel  the  chilly breeze slowly going down my spine as it was flowing through my  perfectly set hair . A sweet voice asked me to close the slightly open window and I complied. It was a short journey and we finally reached the destination well before expected. The door sprung open with the slightest of my efforts as if I have always known telekinesis. I stepped out of the car. It was dark and foggy as the hour hand had just swung past the niner. I was not confused but couldn’t figure out if I was elated or desolate. It felt like  I could sense  the dementors in proximity. I looked at the old building standing barely 100 feet from me. I was  expecting a déjà vu here but  I could hardly recognize this  place. There sat an old man at the entrance stooping over fire and covered in woolen clothes from scalp to toe trying desperately  to balance between keeping himself warm  and not catching fire. We walked past him and went up the stairs to the  first floor. Each one of us was holding a bag or something in our stiff hands. We went straight for the room for which I already had the key. Just a few steps across the empty corridor and we were facing the grayish blue door. It was room no. 94 but it was not supposed to be open. I was holding the key anxiously but there was nothing  to mynoseknowsunlock. We exchanged a vacant stare  each and then I knocked the door hesitantly still holding the key in my hand. There was no reply…I waited and knocked again. A young man answered this time…”kaun hai be”. I ignored the carelessly demotic tone and answered…”its me , Amit”.  A decent looking young boy opened the door, greeted us all and invited inside. I inspected the room from outside the door and then stepped inside careful enough to put the right foot first. The moment I invaded the young boy’s habitat I knew something was not right. I took a step further anyway…but as I ventured deeper into his abode I felt a strong force against my nares, as if I was being smothered. I could sense the choking but was helpless and it seemed like someone has sucked all the oxygen out of the room instantaneously. I could feel my nasal hairs burning with the intense noxious smell creeping up my nose. I was trying to hold onto anything I could reach and  fight the vigorous desire to stop breathing and drop dead  when I noticed the bare feet of the supposedly innocent boy who turned out to be the daemon here. His feet were still wet with sweat and the soggy socks and shoes unarguably dipped in basilisk venom were lying just 5 feet away. I gathered my senses and ran for the balcony door and rushed it open. The next moment I was literally hanging from the dilapidated railings for a breath or two. A gush of fresh air felt like a stroll in the heaven itself. After resuscitating myself, I came back for my parents and was relieved to see they were all coming to senses. We were saved this time with what could only be described as divine intervention and it was only surprising how a meager event like shifting  into my very first hostel room as first year M.B.B.S. student turned into an ordeal. Only god knows what I went through or may be only ‘My Nose Knows’…

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True love : My new series

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Hi all,

                  I welcome you all to the new year of opportunities, an year of hope; hope to rise and grow, to grow as a person, a writer, a blogger or a poet. I like this time of the year and it is not only because of my birthday but the positivity that  thrills me. It is customary to make resolutions for the months to come. I have my own list but I don’t call them resolutions because mew year resolutions are eventually lost into oblivion by February. I may call them anything but I just want to be better than my previous self and I want it to be reflected on my blog. I have a lot of things in my mind for my space on the blogosphere and I hope you like them.

What’s new in 2017?

# A new look and new sections for my blog.

# Will explore new forms of poetry.

# A nerdy twist to blog posts.

And a new series celebrating true love.

What to expect in my new series: Truelove?    

Love is what brought me closer to poetry and it has a special place in my heart. In this series we will try to understand the chemistry of true love or what makes love true. The whats and whys of love. There will be poems, articles, prose, poetry and couplets. Some of my older poems will also make guest appearances. If you think you know love better than anyone else, you are most welcome to enlighten our minds too. Let’s start this wonderful year with love and romance.

तकते  थे  राह  उनकी  और  इस  जुस्तजू  में  ग़ज़ल  बन  गयी,

राबता  हुआ  उनसे  और  मुश्किल-ए-दिल  ख़ुद  हल  बन  गयी ||

If you are looking for some love, hop on and enjoy the ride.

Divergent: #AloneInWorldOfTechnology

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The world of internet has opened up endless possibilities but at the cost of humanity and compassion. It has been found that it is easier to say things via texts which we will never dare to say face to face and it has paved the way for the mutual divide. Mankind have always been divided into religions, races, regions etc but things have gone worse now. If the divide earlier meant countries or colonies, it has now de-evolved into a chawls with dormitory beds and courtesy has become extinct in the process. Now there are bhakts, feminists, leftist, something or the otherists. Constructive debates are rarely seen and free thinking is treated like common sense.

When so many are lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.

  1. It is more about instant gratification.From fast food to 4G internet we expect everything to move at lightning speed but love is all about a slow burn, a gradual progression of feelings built on a basic foundation and nurtured over time.
  2. We are gradually turning into a selfie-obsessed, like-craving battery operated smart phone operators.
  3. It has created an unrealistic, virtual world where interaction is nothing more than likes, pokes and shares.

         And the situation is worst for the divergents’ and the commons, because most people fail to understand that we can take sides with two groups at the same time. I may be a potter-head, feminist and poet all at once. I may even switch sides depending upon a particular case (unless, of course, if it was an unbreakable vow). Yes we can, but obviously we will be frowned upon by all alike and I think its fine.

के अधूरी है बात, जब तक आँखों में उनकी तस्वीर ना बने,

और बेमाने  हैं जज़्बात, गर उनका गम  मेरे दिल की पीर ना बने…

After all this I am still part of these social sites only because I can see some good in here too. “We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act upon. That’s who we really are.”

This post is written for Indispire Edition 149: In this world so connected with technology,we have actually lost our real connections.Technology has actually surpassed human-interactions.Real time Conversations became texting and Feelings became status updates.What you feel ?Share your views on it #AloneInWorldOfTechnology