My Date with Nature............

Last year , my desire for isolation drove me to Digha beach in bengal . We three(Me , Mother Nature n my Mr.Beer) had a great time there.We had long long hours of silent gossips ,where my heart did the talking .I was absorbing the cold breeze , inhaling deeply the infinite oxygen , gazing at the horizon for long. The periodic gulps of my BEER added mood to my thoughts n helped me dissolve myself in the sweety saline waves. All of my 5 senses were feeling the affection of mother-nature , but I hardly responded ,as I was in distress, which was the reason for me to choose this lone corner of land . Someone had betrayed me hard . The knife of betrayel made me bleed . But this lonliness was healing me . I was silent, but my wounded angry heart was vomiting in front of nature . And that helped it to pour out the poison it had accumulated....My heart was complaining of betrayal . But talking to nature made me feel lighter .we went into great discussions . Even the nature had some agonies to share with me . We were complimenting each other , we listened to each other with care . She started complaining of selfish human breed , which care about her as long as it is of any materialistic use to them n then throw it in dustbin to rot alongside suffocating polythenes . She even felt sorry for being unfaithful to my lungs, for disguising them of fake oxygen. I found her wrapped in threads of guilt for bringing in those tsunami's ,those cyclones , those volacnic eruptions , those earthquakes . But when I asked her about them, she gave no explaination , rather her expressions were symbolic of determination . Those expressions were

grave . There began a flow of silence ,thereby filling the container carrying us.We were getting drowned in it. Then came a sweet joke from my dear beer , it was trying to break the silence , to soothen both of us , to re-invent the gossip track to its baseline , And it succeeded!!!! I had few gulps of it n the formula worked for me . I was on a high , i had already relieved three bottles of its liquid . Now i was feeling brave , brave enough to face the agony of nature again . Now even she had calmed down a bit ."Thank God" I sighed . So,now we were back on track , My Life's reel was under the head . Together we had an introspect into Love life's Time-line . We had great discussions, tidious calculations and BOOM !!! We finally derived the
Magic formula of life- "Life is but shades of grey , there would surely be crest and troughs in the journey , So, just feel every segment of life and Love every creature that we meet on our way , without expecting them to do the same . Just try Loving those Tiny Ants , those rain droplets ,those smiling sun-flowers,those shady trees......., and if our senses are alive we would surely feel the immense intensity of their love , how much they care about us . And the day we will start feeling so , Our sorrows will evaporate , we would feel more secure , energetic and would nurture a perception so as to reflect back stresses as soon as they are incident on us and We will be King Of life that day......"

I was feeling jubiliant for my life's greatest discovery . My stress had already vapourised . I was feeling fresh , even the oxygen was smelling better now . I was feeling enlightened and at the same time Like a nascent kid eager to explore the trajectories of life . But , it was evening now n I had to leave . I kissed my Mr. Beer bottle, filled it with sea-water, said good-bye to the off-going waves and left .Even the sea water was tasting sweeter than before , Thanks God !!!! I have Learned The art.....................

Condensation of evaporated dreams......

11:55 am ,18 sept., 1988, Ravivaar , Zila Hissar , Haryana........

A Dream was born with a dream in his fist,the dream multiplied and became a dreamer, the dreamer of a foolish genre.

The dreamer's dreams hypnotized him, conquered him , made him their slaves..

They rolled his eye-lids down, clogged his ears, and quarantined him from the harsh world..

Being born in the real plane, he always aspired to touch the imaginary axis, The dreamer tried various curves n their equations to climb the imaginary axis.

He started moving away from the real axis , but in the end always fell prey to
high slopes of the real world curves , even the curves were not supporting !!!

And whenever he tried to free himself from "Apartheid" of his dreams ,and
opened his eyes , he found the world staring at him suspiciously.

The real axis was cruel , it was too harsh to handle his fragile feelings,,
he became nervous and closed his eyes again and returned to his virtual home.

He fought great battles in his virtual wars, he conquered his real life difficulties
in his virtual arena, his dreams raced along the imaginary axis and challenged
the infinty marks on both the extremes.

His dreams were out of box , rather they were out of the conventional two-dimentional plane, they were energetic , they had fuel.

They buried their conventional counterparts,and those grave-yards of orthodox dreams
injected energy in the nerves of the dreamer.

The dreamer grew with flying ambitions , the ambitions inexplicable to the real axis creatures,

The dreamer stopped explaining, as he knew that his imaginary angles would create a great difference to the modulus of his life's vector.

I am the Dreamer "Nishant Choudhary", and I m pouring few droplets of the imaginary fluid flowing in my brain in this trough of blog . I hope these foolish stray dreams of mine would make a remark one day....

I know this is an ambitious call but as Sir Albert Einstein Have quoted :"If at the first instance ,the idea doesn't seem absurd, then it has no hope in it"

I Being The Slave Of My Own Foolish Thoughts have written this to tell the world that my foolish approach of life , which is inspired by my loving dreams, would One Day Change The Axis Of Rotation Of Mother Earth.............