Sunday, 26 May 2013

A lost love: to a non living thing!


It is just a random post. If you could not connect yourself with it, then also it's fine. Just thanks for reading it, because i wanted you to. 

This evening I woke up after a short nap from the afternoon. I looked outside my balcony and I could see a beautiful color of the sky. The shade of pink blended perfectly with orange, white and blue. Believe me it was a mesmerizing view... I felt a strong urge of capturing that moment in my mobile. And there I was stuck. I missed my mobile.

For many of you loosing a mobile might be a no big deal, but for me it is and will always be. Since the day I lost it,I could actually never share how I felt about it. Neither with my mom nor with my boyfriend. Don't know what but something held me back from letting them know how hard I missed it. So, I decided to tell its story to all of you.

My HTC was the most expensive mobile anybody had in my family. Actually my dad bought it for himself, but I liked it so much that I just told him the same day, "It's really awesome. I wish I had it." Few days later, (not even completing a week) my dad gave it to me saying, "I'm not able to deal with its functions. You keep this." I knew he gave it to me purposely because I loved it. How sweet of him. Of course that's how parents are. 

Since that day I flaunted my handset among my friends, clicked 100s of pictures flaunting its clarity. I sometime even flaunted it lovingly to my dad too. Many of the picture I uploaded in my blog are also credited to it. Many times I thought that as  soon I get the job, I'll buy an iPhone. But thinking back again, I knew I wouldn't have bought any other mobile unless I really needed to change this. It satisfied all the needs, in fact more than I actually needed. Or at least I would have kept it with myself forever. It somehow became the in separable part of my life. Not only a mobile but also a friend, a secret keeper, a notepad to scribble my thoughts..a constant 24x7 companion. Anything than just a mobile. I had a folder of all my special songs in it. Trust me, it gave all together a different feeling listening those songs in its music player. After it got stolen, I even downloaded those songs again and tried to listen them but the feeling is irreplaceable. Many of you might be finding it funny or may be immature to miss just a handset for so long. But I feel it justified. 
the only memory I had of my phone- its earphones. (mine are black)

Is it not strange how just a non living thing gets so close to you. How you miss it like you miss any other person in your life. I can really feel it. I know I'm going to miss it for long.., not knowing if even I could ever fall in love with anything near future... At least not so soon... 

So do you have any such memory of yours?? 
Did you ever face this situation in your life??
What is that thing?? Your bracelet, lucky charm, mobile.. anything?
Do you miss it?? I miss mine. 
Whatever it is.. share your thoughts. I'll be happy to know about it. -_-

Thursday, 23 May 2013

Greed: for good or bad??


        I was in no mood to write any post today, as I was already enjoying my time on twitter and reading other blogs. But a situation again took hold of my thoughts and I decided to scribble them.

         Isn't it a human nature that when you get little, you strive for more. Then when you get to the next step, you try to reach even further.  Sometimes, pointlessly, you just want to grow big and bigger. I want to ask you that if your greed is not helpful for others, if you don't have anyone to share your success of achieving your target, then will this urge of wanting more still continue?? Or will it die??

          For example, as a new blogger you'd want to increase your traffic. This would make you feel that if not all of them then at least few of them are reading it. After a while, when the traffic graph would go fine, you'd want to have comments on them. When you'd get comments, you'd want more of them.

           Just now I saw a post with +1729 on g+ and it tempted me again, thinking can I have these many +1s??  But, then what is the use of this? If nobody is reading them, and just blindly forwarding it? What if you don't have anyone to share the happiness of receiving Best Blogger Award??

            Another example I'd want to give would be of a millionaire. Even if the person is already the richest one in the world, still he has the greed to earn more and more money! I ask why?? If that is not serving anybody, if that money is not useful for the needy ones then what is the use?? If there is still poverty spread around you, and you money isn't able to educe it even a bit, then what is the use of that money you earned?

What basically I want to ask is:

Do you think it's good to be greedy? Where will this urge of having something more after every time you have climbed the previous step will lead?

Do you think that reckless desire, that pointless temptation of something with nobody around you to share it is actually satisfying??

And where does this greed ends?? Or does it actually has any end??
Think about it and share your views with me. I'd love to hear from you.

Thursday, 16 May 2013


A BiGG Hello...

        Finally ended with my final exams of my final semesters. I actually realized how hard it was for me to keep myself away from blogging. It's good to be back now, like coming back to a known world!

         On the last day of my college somebody stole away my mobile phone. Yeah, many of you would find it a normal incident, but for a girl who never lost even a penny or even oldest of the things since she was a kid, loosing a mobile phone worth Rs. 13,000 is still like a trauma. Anyways, the sadder part is, I saved a poem as a draft in that phone, which is also gone with it. Ouch! It hurts. But then, I consoled myself saying, "It's okay. I'll write another one with more efforts."

I remember few of its lines, few I rewrote.

I'm a time trapped in a clock
I'm a wave trapped in a sea
He's a flame, burning sharp and bright
I'm a smile trapped in a glee

I'm a wish locked in a prayer
I'm a God locked in a temple
He's a flight to be taken high in the skies
I'm a strength locked in a tree

I'm a destination trapped in a way
I'm a flower blooming in May
He's dew, fresh and pure
I'm the words trapped to say

I'm a shadow locked in the lights
I'm a memory locked in pain
He's is the heart beat, well mechanized
I'm a thought trapped in a brain.

-By Esabella