Hi,
Today, as I leave Pune for the second time. There is very less left to loose.
When I started my journey, I had a nothing, this nothing was then nurtured into a blank that attracted a way of life. a way of life- I call as ‘A day’
Today, as I leave the city, that blank has changed into a vaccum, a state that is crushing me into myself. I don’t know what it will build. I have become a lot silent, when I am alone- and a lot more talkative when I am having company.
Today, as I leave the city to a new land, where I know none, where none knows me, I wonder not what will become of me. that scares me, but the scare emboldens me. For I wish to know, wish to feel what every person here in this country feels and knows. The life they talk of not but live.
To the poeple of Pune, a would beg again, please care for the city.
Care for the river, and I say it not to the PMC but to the people, care for the river. She is in a destute condition, government can clean it but people are the one who have to stop polluting it. She serves that is her duty but then it is ours duty too to alleast not to repay her favours with filth and chemicals.
And care for the trees, indian philosophy preaches us- every person should plant a tree atleast once in five years. and it works. The city that has made lakhs of people proud, the lovely atmosphere, the lovely-light hearted people, the culture, they are not child of the concrete but of the atmosphere we enjoy here.
and that once destroyed, once replaced by the heartless concrete, will not return again.
and care for the children, they are the future, what you teach them- will decide the future of city.
I wish not to talk of details, because they are irrelevent without a proper base and the details change with time. and I can’t predict them.
what I can predict is the new journey that I take will be another of lords blessings. what It will bring will also be lord’s blessing.
May the Gods keep on blessing the city of Pune.
yours’ truely,
Apurva
with love and sunshines.
Hi,
i am no longer,
the young turk, i was,
yes, i was a desperate soul.
Desperate, yes, that is what i was,
to have a life,
a thought,
a someone & yes,
for a life.
Times! You favour me not,
times, you like me not.
I know that you care for me not.
But you love,
i know that- for i breathe and that your winds fire me.
No, i am no longer,
the young turk i was,
you call it experience,
i call it defeat.
I used to wonder-why?
I used to thunder-why not!
But now, the silent me,
licking his wounds,
licking his wounded heart,
talks not, speaks not.
But waits, awaits
for the new sun,
that waiting sea,
for it still believes,
in the words of thee.
Yes, i am no longer the young turk,
but i am
and that is truth for me.
Hi,
life teaches me; i have tried, a good lot, to learn from people from them who are termed teachers, yet I return empty handed. everytime, i am called a failure, everytime I fail, I fall and am discredited. but then again, life comes up, faces me teaches me, i don’t measure the cost of it, but it teaches and i realize i ain’t a failure, I fall but then I know i ain’t a failure, it is just the way life is.
Yeah! I haven’t written since a long time, it reflects in my smile, it reflects in my eyes. there are a whole lot of things that I haven’t done since a long time. but each time spent like this, like- as if I am waiting for everything to end. I generate respect for them people, them who are all around me, you know the one I am talking about, the people who travel in buses or may be travel in nothing, just walk.
Yes, i don’t know what else did I learn, what else am I learning these days. but one thing is ceatain, I am gerenating a lot of respect inside of me, respect for all that is around me, respect for them who are called as - the common people. It ain’t tough to give up, it ain’t tough to take it up; but the way they live, survive and still smile, but still dance and but still cultivate a culture, a life, a living.
I am sorry, If I can’t give you people too much these days, I am sorry if I can’t write as I used to do, or take care of things that I once used to do. I am sorry, If I ain’t not the way, i was expected to be, but I am thank ful that I am able to be among you all and i am thankful that you people give me a chance to understand you, give me a chance to smile with you. and i respect you all for that. and I thank you and I thank my lord for that.
Thank you,
Apurva
hi,
it is supposed to be winter, but it sure is not, temperature is high enough to make it summer.
Two weeks since the last post. right now a euphoria engulfs me, a mirage strong enough to drive me insane.
only way to get out of it is to accept reality, you are not the only one, but you are among the hundreds around. sometimes, the people you think you know, don’t even know(care) you are there.
tough, on your way down trying to hold on to a rock, which isn’t there.
no economics for today.
Hi,
Everyday, about two kilometer earlier to my second bus stop, I come across a tricolor, one thing that I consider mine. Sometimes, it is silent, othertimes it is flying high; that I take as a blessing.
The strength of expressioni is understood equal is the value of silence. Last month, a friend taught me that if a vessel is sinking, it needs repairs more then thoughts. She drove me towards silence; for infact, my boat is leaking.
It had been a few months; but yesterday, i went for a walk
why am i writing this piece? i am writing it for myself. i am the one who works in the cubical.
i am the one who is walking away from creativity, i was fuelled by the nature and now it talks very less with me.
i look around meself find people enjoying, i feel attracted but then i find that empty spot, with which they will die but won’t express.
i know some of you expect me solve things for them, oil and market and peace.
sorry, but i am not the guy you need, it is you.
better wake up.
yes, we pray to god ‘for a few days of peace, happiness, love & a beautiful family’
lot of us say we have achieved it; but some of us still feel an emptiness, asking ‘why?’.
i ain’t asking of people to overthrow the life; the world of cubical does not pardon. you may end up being me, but yes we can start by being receptive; not conclusive but explorative; if you are stuck in the game- better plant a few seeds of love, they will take time but will change your worlds. let nature in, it wishes to help.
a door forgotten.
her heavens give us a chance to tap imagination, a chance to create. then again it is a resource, what you need is an open mind. a few minutes when ‘the me’
in the wallet should disappear, the logic should disappear.
I know its tough, the life of cubical, the schools designed to accustom us for the life of cubical are ruthless. to retain your creativity is considered a rebellion.
but then -are we satisfied? are there not moments when we want out? when we pray to god?
We all expect a magic wand; ask god for one. Lot of us will deny, will say ‘we build our own worlds’ unknowingly trust a system out of their control to function smoothly- which again is, like, expecting magic. Uncertainty is what makes us human, builds this world.
The moment we move away from this thought, we kill creativity.
Imagination has always been the best resource we had. Once places like kashmir, north east, deserts of west, the flowers of south fueled us; kept us human.
a door forgotten.
Around here- everyone breathes only one question “are we winning or are we loosing?” the forms change, profit or loss, pass or fail,buy or sell, even trust or hate.
why & when it became so important, more important then living?
i won’t prompt you to change- the thing is the rule, you may loose things- job, social position, family or love. everyone is living this same question.
down, away hidden from us there is another world. one built with need not wants.
welcome to the town.
