"For I always wanted to grow in his shoes
Wear the fabric of his nature
Have the cushion of his hand
Share the story of our bond
Do the journey like his soul
And carry the heart that could love
for it to remain Infinite"
The Journey :-
My journey started on 6th January 2014. After my father was diagnosed with liver cancer. Because of our medical background we were able to get an early ticket for his liver transplant. But sometimes all that works well doesn’t all always end well. Fate bestowed on us, the destiny of our dues. Within 4 months dad was re-diagnosed with cancer. That’s when I started knocking all doors, to find one way to escape our doomed destiny. We battled for next 5 months and then I went on my quest to resolve the dissonance in my mind by attempting to crack the meaning of life?
To make sense of our existence, to find the reasons of the events happening around us and the most fundamental question why do good people suffer? Do all good men have to pay the cost, for following their path of righteousness? The book was initially started by my father as an attempt to share his experience and to motivate others who were diagnosed with the same. But not all get a chance to write their story.
The book is divided in two parts. Entries of a Father and Destiny of a Son.
The first part highlights the journey of my dad when he got the news of his cancer and how a man who has been given the invitation to his own end tries to get his head right and makes an attempt to en-cash more days. And the second half denotes the journey of his son in an attempt to manoeuver his fate and to find life in the seed of death.Get ready to be part of this little infinite journey of a father and son who present to you -
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by - karanbir Singh
Okay, so this is an interesting one. Why Black Feathers? well… Black is Change. Black is Revolution. Black is feared. Black is stigma. Black is unknown, and now it’s uprising. What about the feathers then? That’s the simple part it’s the opposite of everything black. Its calm. Its Peace and order. Its Love. Its Pride, and its Familiar. Introducing Black Feathers, we are everything that everyone is familiar with but is too scared or embarrassed to talk about.
So, this blog is a platform to voice out, discuss and debate the relevant. The current. The scandalous and the unexplored. It could be anything from movies to world hegemony. Its You. Its Me. Its everything about all of us today.
Love looks good on me
It’s enthralling. Isn’t it? How much people can disparage, go on about how someone isn’t perfect. Little to their realization, people are talking in the same manner about them as well.
This never struck me until today when a friend of mine had jokes to make about a passerby. “Look at what a disaster she is dressed as”, she alleged. “She looks fine to me, in fact I love her shoes”, I mumbled. With this see ran into a fury of indignation and replied “You fall in love too effortlessly and let me counsel you with this- you shouldn’t wear your heart upon your sleeve….”
True that. I fall in love at least 20 times a day.
I fall in love with the morning beam when I first open my eyes to start a day. I fall in love with smiles, the laughter and the music on the radio I listen to on my way to college.
Then I plunge my adoration to the sky and the sun and the rain.
Fluently I fall in love with open arms of my friends who stand grinning, graciously looking further on to another momentous day.
Then I turn my relevance to some coy and other wicked children running, playing, swinging around the child’s park.
Sometimes I fall in love with complete strangers, especially the ones gleaming, holding hands, not terrified to be in love or the very idea of being in love.
I do not mind if I fall in love too easily. So what if I wear my heart upon my sleeves? Isn’t life about adoring around and beyond?
I do not mind the pain of relinquished love so much, because LOVE LOOKS GOOD ON ME…..
By- Tanya agarwal
Magic of upcoming
April is the month of dust,
With little vagaries of winter that’s unknown
Changes life, like it must.
Like bonnet around a countenance,
It reveals yet delightfully decides to conceal,
Grace lovers behold in abstinence.
The first April dawn renewed
Crisp hopes, oh! Did they grime because
I got diverted and dreams flew.
Now, memories of lost desires
Walks by my side, laughing at mine
Wretched being, fate never tires.
I am awed by the magic
Of upcoming hence the time couldn’t tell
Tales of today- that’s tragic.
So I continue in this aisle
Where April hurt me, and shall it heal
With truths unsaid ….and lies.
By- Tanya agarwal
My loss my pain, my journey my gain..
But never again I have felt the subtle touch of wind and rain.
For what I think and what I say
I am Still a midget in the universal game.
But Before the ocean change it’s wave , before the sun settles it’s rays
There is a moment that comes our way when the universe stands and talks it’s way..
As you are the prince of that day
Every second lost will be counted in days
But once the settled rays falls away
And you become an old fallen grain
ready to burst and settle with the rays
Your creation will take your words away
then you will have nothing of yours to say.
You will be like a rainbow covered under the sun rays
waiting for your droplets to turn and rain.
And in that moment you will realize
that we are just a fraction of a thought that universe set in play
again to be part of the same ocean which now has different waves..
by - karanbir Singh
A clamor of your own insecurities and feelings that makes your heart shiver.
I woke up with a foul taste in my mouth which I confess was as bitter as sudden reminders of the gap between what I wanted these years to be and what they really are. You may not really know the chasm between waking up with a feeling of completeness and waking up to realize that each day is like the other, but, I know what you do know is that there are days when you are contemplating on how the sun rays are playing with the curtains to create a pattern you will never understand and you cry. You do not know why are you crying and you tell yourself that you are happy and life could not get any better, but you cry. You cry because you are alive and nothing you know can make you feel better.
The resonance of a stopped clock.
It is not empty. It has everything a room ought to have-a twin bed, a chair by the corner, a big wardrobe, little fairy lights, a huge balcony and a frame. You have that silence- all is still but the restless chirping of the birds outside that also echoes the restlessness in the heart of the one who lives in the big room.
There is a big clock on wall in the room. The one that stops ticking every once in a while. You change the batteries, you rearrange the hand, you try figuring out the mechanics of it all but it refuses to go on. You would say a working clock makes a noise, but I hear a clatter in a stopped watch. The clinging so loud that it threatens the sound of the chirping birds.
The quietness that refuses to speak and the howl that just can not be hushed.
She walks back home every evening. It is the only time she thinks she is not thinking. She lets the crowd, the sound of the horn and the barking of the dogs do the talking. All this shor but it is silent. The quietness is blaring.
She reasons that she needs to start thinking again; maybe then the silence will go away. So, she thinks her way through. It becomes too loud to tolerate. She covers her ears to let the roar pass away. It doesn’t. It refuses to be hushed…
By – Tanya agarwal
Extremities. When you really think about it, that does sum us up…No? I mean, lets pause and actually think about it. When we party…we go wild. When we get down to serious studying, we live in the library or our rooms (whatever works for you). When we travel, it HAS to be the most exotic of locations and then there are the days when we built a blanket fort in our rooms and just watch netflix all day long. When we make new friends, we go all out for them and when we hate them, it runs deeper than the fires of hell. When we love, its unlike anything we have ever experienced and when we hurt… well lets just say Sam Smith and Adele really have it down for us. Moderation doesn’t exactly work for us. We have life figured out on some days but on most we are fumbling around for words to describe our feelings. But here’s the news. WE LOVE IT.
Yes, we are what some might called confused but we are not lost. We might not know where life is taking us, but we sure as hell aren’t afraid to find out. Yes, we are scared out of our minds but never once are any of us afraid to take risks. Like the last blog (which was ages ago ) this one was inspired by a conversation with friends too. One of our friends was complaining about how her parents don’t take her seriously and they still expect her to be an adult and make decisions. How do you expect us to take a stand when you don’t even trust us to make the right call?
We are listening. We do understand. We care. But that does under no circumstances mean that we will always do what we are told to, simply because we are told to do so.
We think. We debate. We draw conclusions. But that doesn’t indicate disrespect or immaturity.
We are not scared to make mistakes. In fact we want to make them. Loads of them. We are also not closed to advice. But that’s all they are, and its up to us to take them. Again, we ARE listening but we CAN think. It’s just frustrating when everyone around us wants to know our grand plans for the rest of our lives which we are expected to make in a span of a couple of years in the middle of raging hormones and figuring our poor selves out. It’s overwhelming and honestly, we are tired of all the weight we carry around. I mean we are just in our 20s!! It’s hard enough to do the whole conventional adult thing when everyone tells us how we are all a bunch of Jon Snows (“you know nothing Jon Snow” I can’t believe there are still people out there who didn’t get this). Here’s the thing though, we know what we are doing, we just have our way of doing it. Be it our education, our careers, our relationships, everything. The last thing any of us want to do is be ordinary and believe me none of us are. Snowflakes.
Let’s get personal for a bit. I want to make it big okay. I really want the whole house with two dogs and a swimming pool compete with two cars future thing. And I WILL get there. I just want some time to figure out the kind of person I want to be when I am playing in my swimming pool with my two dogs. If I don’t figure out who that person is then I am just going to be driving alone in my car trying to figure that very thing out with two neglected dogs in my very big house. Who likes a person neglecting dogs?!! Who wants to be that person?! A few years ago I didn’t even know I had all this figuring out to do, I though I had my whole life mapped out. Why is it that everything needs to happen all at once at this horribly rapid pace with a time bomb ticking right next to me?? Who the hell put the ticking time bomb there in the first place???
People have the timelines a little wrong. Teenagers are not exactly having an existential crisis anymore. Hell! They are just happy to be all grown up ! which by the way they are entirely entitled to. Its right after that, when you really need to break your life down. It’s in your 20s you NEED to start knowing yourself. Be your own bestfriend. Trust me when I tell you, you’ve changed when you made that jump from 19 to 20. You have become this whole new person, not because “its time” but because everyone else around you thinks “its time”. You need to learn yourself again and where you stand. Look at the mirror and actually know the eyes looking back at you. Know what builds you up and what exactly breaks you down, what your morals are and just how much you are willing to bend them…all this without that reflection changing. It’s scary stuff! But again, we are not scared enough to not take risks. Just because we make mistakes doesn’t mean we can’t ever fix them or learn from them. We know that reflection needs to be true to us.
All that plus figuring out our whole lives?!
We might not be old enough to know just what the answer to the ‘ultimate question’ is yet but we are old enough to acknowledge the fact that the question does exist. We are asking the world to acknowledge that.
We might not be old enough to judge what we want and what we need but we are old enough to know what we have and how best we can work with that. Don’t take that away from us.
We might not be old enough to know who we are, but we are old enough to know that we are all works in progress. Let us work it out for ourselves.
We might be too young to never be “old enough” but we are not too young to ask for these things.
“The amount due is $333.35” As I sit with this receipt in front of me, accompanied by a series of rants, I wonder why am I cribbing and grumbling? why am I so frustrated? I used this so-called “service” and I have to pay for it. Simple. But, now that I am writing this blog, it’s not so simple because I am trapped in a cycle– cycle which rips off people right down to their skin!! Just a reminder, this is not ‘Running away from Reality‘, as my dad would put it, but expressing my concern about this modern slavery. Slavery?? Oh yes, slavery, which you and I often refer to as ” professionalism”. But mind you, these professionals are taking us for a ride… Welcome to the “developed world” where we rip you off at every stage till death do us apart!! Many have called me a pessimist, some saying, “why can’t you see the positive side too..??” or “relax, that’s how things are.. deal with it!” Ok.