The 24 frames

24 Frames, is a show in a Desi television channel Indiavision, where in (according to the channel website) they give light into world classic films.. This week by a mere accident I stumbled upon this programme and on that day, it was about the film Bab'Aziz: The Prince Who Contemplated His Soul).

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 It was about a blind dervish's journey to a Sufi gathering accompanied by his granddaughter the small child Ishtar.. The kid is bored and so he entertains and thereby enlightens her and the audience about a prince who contemplated his soul.. The film was complex yet narrated in a simple way and still manages to impart wisdom.. I was totally impressed, by just viewing the one hour program about it.. (2 days show)

Towards the end the dervish, would want a young lad Hassan to be witness of the matrimony with eternity or in simple words, death from the mortal world.. and the lad says that he was scared of death.. Baba says, 

“If the baby in the darkness of its mother’s womb were told: ‘Outside there’s a world of light, with high mountains, great seas, undulating plains, beautiful gardens in blossom, brooks, a sky full of stars, and a blazing sun, and you, facing all these marvels, stay enclosed in this darkness,’ the unborn child, knowing nothing about these marvels, wouldn’t believe any of it. Like us, when we’re facing death. That’s why we’re afraid.”

That made me contemplate the fact that on one remembers where we were before birth.. no memories existed of our life in the womb.. was that also death and birth? the cycle? were we scared at the moment of being born in this world..? just the way we are scared of moving away from his world?? Wow! life indeed is interesting. This was the gist of the Baba's words too.. what I meant by contemplating was that I chewed on to every bit of it.. and let it sink in on me.. 

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Another statement that inspired me.. 

"The people of this world are like the three butterflies
in front of a candle's flame.

The first one went closer and said:
I know about love.

The second one touched the flame
lightly with his wings and said:
I know how Love's fire can burn.

The third one threw himself into the heart of the flame
and was consumed. He alone knows what true love is."

what more can be said??

Not today!

Short Story - Drama
 

It was a tiresome to wake up with the morning sickness. But she had a reason today, the pregnancy test strip that she used yesterday, lay in the corner of the room it was positive.. she was excited... within 3 hours her husband would be home. She wanted to see how he reacted... she remembered his captivating smile.. like a lightning in the sky.. appearing within a fraction of time and flickering away soon, but the brightness and the impact it created on her was incomparable, and mystifying that she would keep staring at him, unable to help but fall in love with him again and again..

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However a small pain lingered.. she remembered the last time, they were excited.. happy, he sat down, got up walked around the room, then smiled, and when the truth sink ed in, he kissed her and her soft tummy.. by the time they reached the hospital, they had named their first born.. be it a girl or a boy.. then the doctor said that the blood and the urine tests were negative. That was not possible, she checked at home, the strips are not always 100% true, was the doctor's sympathetic reply.. The child never existed in her womb even before they visited the hospital... but the moment they left, some thing died in them, with lots of pain they came back to life..

Last pages of the diary...

I sit down to write every night, and write.. after few moments I see that the only key had been used again and again. is the backspace.. How easily am I able to create and delete my virtual presence.. and yet how hard is it to live incapable of deleting or re-doing the real existence... A lot remain tangled in my head.. a lot of ideas.. stories.. thoughts..  nothing comes out as a single straw.. that I can pull out proudly and show case to others, I find myself dumb.. sitting in front of my screen staring at it.. My brain is as lazy as my body and make my thoughts as clumsy and muddy as possible...or may be I am not that good in expressing or juggling with words..

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Still the urge remains, the need to write and vent out..  somebody asked me once, how I wanted to live? I said... like the last pages of the diary..


Those pages that we fill in just for the sake of filling, those pages that no one bothers to disturb.. those pages that are caught in between the windmill of life.... struggling to free itself from the diary to fly away carelessly, aimlessly in the wind, swaying to and fro, still undisturbed by the gust and force of the wind..dancing to every music of life and finally falling down majestically with the same brightness and rest in peace..


I know that my words contradict themselves, however that remains to be true, I am confused.. what am I? As I sit down to update my profile, I question myself What am I? how to explain myself with.. leave-off few.. even with a single word.. weird.. mysterious.. different..?? Some body once called me deluded.. The deluded girl.. I would rather say.. one who foolishly deluded herself into believing the unsaid and unheard..?? well.. Who knows and Who cares...