Relentless rebel, she is!

Alfred Pennyworth: Why do we fall Bruce? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.

(Excerpt from the movie Batman Begins) 

When was the last time one had felt that excruciating pain, the pain underwent inside the mind while striving hard to accomplish one’s wildest dreams? What was the intensity of the pain and how it chiselled one’s thoughts plus how far has one gone both by mind and body to accomplish it? Among the sea of rivals that I know, I grew along with one. A young lady just entering into the realm of adulthood, had almost seen all this already, frame by frame, slowly and steadily uncovered before her eyes. She being a strong willed girl, determined at heart and rational at mind, chooses to follow her gut.  Challenges taking unimaginable forms followed her suit, which she tackled relentlessly with every fiber of hers working hard towards it.

Unlike the other girls of her age, her life wasn’t all fluttery and relaxing, she found time to be her best partner. Less likely were the chances that she got into the materialistic aspects of life, rather her desires went deep penetrating the hardest bones, touching the inner core. She had it all in her mind, the logic and the agony, the rage and the silliness, a blend of all. Never had been a day,  she cared about how she looks and the gender norms set by the so called society. Rather, she sported ugliness and found comfort in plainness. Things weren’t all that easy to her neither she was a pro at them, instead it frightened her, shook the shit inside her. The very thought of her dreams sent nerve chilling shocks down her spine. Yet, she was so desperate about what she wants in her life and took hard and heavy steps, one at a time to surmount it.

In these two decades of my life, I’ve seen so many people coming in and going out, but never had I seen anyone with such a resilience as hers. Sometimes I feel her to be way far superior than me in all dimensions. She had always amused and took me into awe with her odd way of thinking. Whenever I loose my sanity, she restores it by an affectionate pat, at times a hard slap. Nevertheless, I’d embrace both with outstretched arms. From being an intelligent introvert to a sassy sister, she plays it all. Exaggerations, she hates but is in a deep rooted commitment with sarcasm. We share a love hate relationship and we’d flaunt it shamelessly.

Out of all her traits, I adore the rebel in her, that makes her stand a class apart. Questioning the root like an excited child and knowing why things are happening in a certain way has always been a matter of thought for her, which I’m trying to inherit from her. She’s no superhuman, but she remains to be an ordinary being, who with sheer hard work shatters the mediocracy and rises above it. For all of us, we got to face the struggle at some point or the other. It is through the dying pain, the strength surges and the wings emerge.  The very struggle that we choose to take part in, makes us more human and there develops a self-discipline within ourselves. Aptly quoted by the physicist, Nikola Tesla – “Let the future evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments”. The more pain we handle, the more resolved and humane we become. Thanks a ton for showing me the way by walking through it, my guardian angel! ❤

PS: She loves Batman and the quote mentioned above as well.

Quenched thirst

Most of us, at some point or the other, sense the yearning of our soul. Yes, our soul do yearn, it turns to be a form of thirst which grows obscurely inside us. One may or may not have realised it, but once they are revealed, that is the day we would feel like feeding the desperate desire of our soul. My soul satisfying needs showed up today. Music, this word resonates into the mind and body of any individual whose senses remains intact. I found the thirst of mine and I quenched it in the most surreal way! Have never found something this exhilarating and gratifying ever before, the deal of attending a Carnatic concert took over me. The idea of being to one of the most ethnic places in the city to attend a concert elated me. Mylapore, Mayil aarparikum oor (Land of the Peacock scream) is indeed a cultural hub of the city and a “must in the list” place for an aesthete. The Luz road and kutchery road houses many Musical Sabhas (Musical gathering) where carnatic concerts are held.

It was on a cozy sunset time, I had the fortune of listening to the music that moved me. The place gave me an instant sense of gratification. A basketball court sized hall with chairs aligned serially with no aisle for people to walk between. The podium was covered by vivid coloured traditional Jamakkalam (Carpet)! The Vocalist, the Percussionist, the Violinist and the man with the Tambura were all working with the initial trials and the instruments were tuned to the optimum frequency. Meanwhile, unfilled chairs were filled as people slowly started pouring in and they seemed to be the inhabitants of the place. With a decent crowd gathered, the performance commenced, the curtains were pulled up to hit the ceiling. Not to miss out the details of the curtains, they were made of silk, shimmering in the low light. An Air Conditioned hall in the scorching summer, felt like a compliment drink offered when one dines in the fanciest, dearest restaurant. I was computing the average age of the spectators, which turned out be something around 50. The people inside captivated my attention, majority of them were ripened men, middle aged women, few children and duos too. When the concert began, the hall started  to reverberate with her voice and the musicians added colours to it. I went on to learn the nuances of the music with the aide of my Violinist friend sitting beside me. The vocalist brought the best out of her, tying all of us with her exotic voice. The mridangam player (percussionist), by tapping against the ends of the instrument produced the inexplicable sound waves that extended to tap my conscience. The magic created by the violinist immersed me into an unbounded sea of joy. With the highs, lows and the wave like notes,  I sensed some form of free energy flowing in and out of the hollow cavity of my body. So rich was that experience, that it got engraved deep into my soul. The music played in synchronisation made me feel like I’m being teleported to a different dimension. What in life is more needed than a satisfied inner self? Music does this to us, we stand as a musical instrument ourselves, with that magical energy swaying within us causing vibrations in the universe! The energy and the aura shall remain in that hall forever, in the hall of one’s conscience.