fate Staring at change

Suddenly a roar rose and people rush towards entrance of garden. It was Lord Hinushi, with his followers. They were carrying a cage and a box. Hinushi was a tall old brown man, dressed like a monk with long black hair and beard, his head held high in air with selfish pride, a witty smile and wrinkled forehead  were evident of his great intelligence to people. People were clashing to touch the feet to get  some dust of the man close to almighty. He asked his followers to put that cage and box near the banyan tree at center of garden. 


Running his finger on beautiful mosaic surface of box , he called me with  affectionate smile on face . As I was approaching him My view caught the creature inside the cage.It was a big dark cat. With his bright eyes he was following me. But his eyes were very calm as if he was harmless. Hinushi put his hand on my shoulder ans ask,
-- why you lokk so puzzled and scared ? What is bothering you ? my son !
Looking at his smiling  face I shook my head approvingly but remained silent.
He then said,
-- do you know why you are here ? A bad creature is waiting for his turn to do something bad for us , and he dont like cute children. Now how can we take change with our dear innocent Naga ! 
Then he lifted me and affectionately rub my cheek and said,
---We will perform a ritual to satisfy God so that he would protect our dear people from that demon .Now go and sit inside that circle dear. 
I saw a circle drawn on ground by chalk.As said I sat inside it. They started some ritual. Suddenly that cat drew my attention.He was still staring me. He was panting badly. I started feeling bad for him. Then gradually a cold feeling turned over me. My body became so heavy to me. Air was filled with sounds , yet deep inside me I was feeling abysmal silence. As if I was held captive like that creature. As if I could see my image in his eye; my loneliness and emptiness . Then a humming sound entered my ears. Charming voice of a woman, overflown with affection. But sound was poking me. I was feeling too empty, not even a desire to move a muscle. That cat was staring at me with bright eyes , so familiar eyes. Then suddenly ,being sick of all feelings brewing in my mind I rose and shook my head. I found that cat dead . After few moments ritual was over. Hinushi was addressing people . In that crowd I was alone. Alone with my heavy heart watching that poor cat with complaisant feeling.


At evening we came home. I was feeling so numb. That eyes were chasing me. 

A saga,: naga......... chapter I ,pg 2alone

 I used to stay at home alone when Shinu when to field.All I had ,was my imagination. Borrowing few colors from reality I made my own world.I had a friend there, a part of me;in fact, it was me.I used to talk to myself, question myself.In my world, I used to spent time wandering around in dusty field,watching ripples in pond, Listening to tweets of bird.In that abysmal silence of room few sounds from inside me used to give me a soothing consolation.

One day, while I was busy with me, a chaos drew my attention. Driven by curiosity I went to the door and peep through a hole in door. The main doors was always closed for me separating me from outside world .I never doudt Shinu’s intention, and never tried  to cross that threshold against his will.

I saw a crowd was gathered on road near our house.The were angry on something. Their frown was evident in their speech. Shinu was trying to convince them., one against a mob.But they were not trying to hurt him.I was curious to know what was happening.

I sharpen my senses and employed them in this task.

A man from crowd told Shinu,

-___ curse is curse. None pet a snake which would surely bite him to death. What you are doing cannot be justified. Curse must be ended, once and for all.

Everyone supported the man with loud cheer.

 Shinu:  Many rituals have been performed to overcome that bad spirit. We believe in power of God. Do you all think that what we tribute to almighty went in vain ! Why all people were silent all these years ?...

Another man interrupted him,

--- You are talking like a kid. I know you have affection for him ,deep inside you. Its you own blood. But cant you see. The prophecy is becoming truth; all these signs; we all will be perished. Naga born with a shadow that will reign over our village; light and life will be gone.

Shinu : But this…….

Another man interrupted,

---time has come Shinu. You know it well. We believe in you, you are one of us, but that child is not an human; why you are weak to a relation which has no base!

Suddenly I was feeling heavy. They all were against my existence. It was not hard to understand. Shinu never treat me with affection, as if my presences poke him. But I never imagined that people would blame my existence; who am I ?

                                                                              to be continued...

A unlikely tale............. Naga

Starting the play.....

I am alone in home for three days, but I am enjoying it. After a long interval I have found myself with me. Sometimes sitting beside window I ruminate the past. It seems like a fantasy. I try to lift the veil to have a glance of those scenes of that unlikely play. Though a mysterious mist of time making it vague, I can hear all dialogues clearly. After every few moments, I find a character standing perplexed like lifeless, freezed; a very familiar face, bewildered by fate; its me;

 Chapter I

Just empty within me

I am Naga. When I opened my eyes I found myself in a rural area ,Shanabir, which was forgotten by time. Shinu, whom I knew as my father was only link to this earth.My idenetity was kept mystery even from me. Emptiness was the most familiar feeling for me.It used to brew around me like a snake coiled around its prey and make me freezed.With an empty heart I used to look out of window, a bright beautiful world restricted to me. Sometimes , being sick of peaceful coexistence with lifeless things in my small room ,I used to try to find meaning of something; and a common question that used to pock me: Who am I ?                                       

                                                                                to be continued....

I was one of those fool who used to thought he can can understand the depth of woman's heart, pureness of her feeling. Most beautiful feelings are hard to express.


I am lucky that someone love me from bottom of her heart. But I was so mean. I was just expressing my feelings in words, but she couldn't.But I was just asking to proof pureness of her feeling........ a tough task.
Yet she proved, she gave me all she can give to tell me how much she love me.I could saw myself in her eye, though I given her nothing............I am so selfish , and debonair feelings of my love changed me in a moment.


 I am reluctant for every sorrow I given her .........
I PROMISE I WILL GIVE MY ALL TO SHOW MY LOVE LIKE SHE DID
I WILL GIVE MY ALL TO MAKE HER HAPPY LIKE SHE DID <3 <3

I can see

beyond all sound all around

I am calm like still water of pond

Gentle breeze Whispers few words

I close my eyes to see all

I see a grew shadow sauntering in night

Then faded into red light of dawn

A fleshly screen appear in light

His wounded feet washed in dewdrops

With a sarcastic smile of mock

He ran away from light to dark

I see a child on a sea-shore

With gentle efforts making sand-castle

Digging sand then pile up with joy

Ignoring waves and wounds of palm

He put himself to save childish art

Next day found nothing, all was gone

With a frozen touch I come to sense

Summon the chaos to my existence

I am not babbling over glass of wine

What I am saying yet hard to define.

Inside of me

I dont know What has come of me !
Feels bit low whenever I try to rise
I gulped down all mocks of fate
Assuring myself all will be well
In Hole in my boat in the mid of sea
I am struggling like fool to stay afloat
I cant sort out my strife by any way
How can i walk on my own way!
I tried to live my life,not to survive 
Dreams runs wild in my red blood
But When I try to Grasp myself
I find all empty inside my heart
buried under burden of reality
All surrender and sing of o great fate
Waiting with bated breath , same hope
I am compelled to sing along with them

I was playing flute in a train on my way back to home. A worshiper of Krishna came to me and started a long lecture on spiritualism. But he was at peace. He didnot find wealth ,haven't any car,yet a joy was on his face. He claimed that he had met his destiny. 
What is success ? just money in pocket, and a well decorated and illuminated house with a luxury car parked outside ! Is that all. Then why people bluff about dreams, aim of life, peace of mind. Sell your dreams and be happy being a machine that do what it is programmed for, no personal decision.
I dare to Dream. But my best friend arindam says, go for reality ,chase money. thats all. So, does everyone living for fake,just for a common thong.What about the morals and great values that teah us about our destiny and follow your dream.
End of the day......... all choose money, luxury.
what about peace of mind though with enough earning to keep u happy. Money is not dream. Its necessity. So, earn it but not sacrificing your soul.