Saturday, October 12, 2013

Een Inspiratie - Namesh Killemsetty

Namesh looks like a normal 'cool' guy when you first meet him. He would walk towards you and greet with his special big smile. Post that, the usual 'Where are you from?' etc.

It takes maximum 5 minutes after you're done with introduction (etc.), and Namesh would suddenly have begun your odyssey into his stories - stories lived and experienced. Ups and downs not in books, but felt and lived through in the real raw reality of itself.

So he would talk about a day when after depressing work at a job (for which he's extremely overqualified btw), he travels 3.5 hours in a local to his house, and discovers that there's been a robbery. Laptop gone, along with his branded jeans. He still keep kicking and surviving though. Amidst losing 12 kgs on shifting to a new city, being cheated by the company which employed him, and spending most of the time travelling and working stuff he would do in his sleep, he keeps faith. It's as tough as easy it sounds. And you can see that in his eyes.

And so randomly he would mention being selected for a conference by United Nations (one of the three people globally), featured on his University's website, on a newspaper, his experience working on his project, how lucky he would be at times and how proud he is about all of it now. It's impossible to not get awed by extreme levels of down-to-earth humility and compassion to keep living in the real sense of it.

A beer afterwards, you realize a throat sore of talking so much. You realize finding someone who shares that adventurous crazy part of you, and who, unlike you, has really lived it. You start realizing how important THIS time is, and how THOSE are the stories you are going to remember 30, 40, 50 years from now. Not how well that random project you worked on which got x billion dollars to the company (if ever!).

Namesh is a star to be. A star for himself. A star for all of us who are luck to know him personally. A true Inspiratie.

Namesh - The one NOT in Woodland shoes

-K

Friday, September 20, 2013

Klarke, I see you...

The Climb had been rough and he was tired. With bare feet he trudged slowly feeling the heat which soon was to disappear as the sunset was close, almost relishing the friction that scratched his feet as he traversed what was left of the tiny distance that separated him from his beloved... A sight so splendid that it blew him off...
He had reached at the perfect moment, the radiance of the sun as it turned a shade of red losing itself to the expansiveness of the pink skies as it enveloped the mighty mountains...
It wasn't just the visual but the entirety of the experience that had consumed his senses. He lived it as the breeze hit him with intensity, he breathed it ,embracing its essence that had now been ingrained deep within his soul... deep silence reverberating through him. It was an acquaintance known too well,something he felt as he paced slowly through the ghats back at Vanarasi... A oneness came about leaving him absolutely breathless and in sheer of awe of all that was him.
Soon it would be dark and the magnificence that lay in front of him would be gone Its hard to 'let Go' when it becomes a part of you,so essential to your being;a drug to the senses, benediction to the Soul Yet mortals as we are plagued with a fear to hold on.
He felt the pain as he rejoiced the exuberance of a connection felt so profound and it became hard indeed to let go
He was a Romantic, He was mighty...He was strong...
and before the darkness could completely shun all that was his,he was gone... To 'lose it' was the fear and now it was here but as he walked away he realised though its dark and the chimera of his dream was fading, yet in his heart he shall always retain the song...

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Confession : A CRIME I committed

What was it that I could not control that day. That I could see it working, and there seemed nothing I could do about it than let it flow. It was not a reflex action, but what made me strongly feel that it is?
Looking in his eyes, I felt the demon that silently lay within. The demon of selfishness. But the demon was not his, it was mine. His eyes seemed to be a mere reflection of what lay within me, and this observation, devoid of all logic and reasoning, stood there in it's bare rawness confessing a strange truth.

"Yes I bribed him, who the fuck cares?" protested logic. Selfishness? It's not bad. All humans are inherently selfish, and it doesn't matter if I was too.
The gnawing reality lay like a dead body hovering upon me, much aware of the crime, much aware of it's implications - none in quantity, but as a irreparable stroke on the purest element of one's existence - Integrity.

Integrity - the source. Foundations of existence since unrecorded history, relying on a single boulder of symbolic strength. The bribe was not just a forced transaction, it was a scar on my integrity. A moment of lifelessness trapped me into the transition between the conscious and the sub-conscious. I stayed there looking at myself, as if leaving my body and watching me walk away into nothingness.

I still look back and wish it was different. Wish that the moment wouldn't have existed, or else I would have not let it haunt myself so long by just being simple honest. Honest to myself. That is what I shall be. After all, every cloud has a silver lining...

What Goes Comes Back

A simple straight curve, as an abstraction of reality, was ridiculing itself in its daunting darkness. Linear was it meant to be. Linear in all local terms concerning the self, and nothing more around it. With darkness encompassing an incomprehensibly evil halo of that ecstatic blindfold, the supposed odyssey was done with quick confident steps. Exotic were the ways - those evil intentions remote and invisible. Words were no longer  meant to be, but just to be. And thus it lived, travelling as a cursed promise, hovering as vultures over a dead decaying symbol of death. Death not from hate or guilt or greed - but from love - the pure passionate pain.

That mesmerising scent of an unreachable destination gaping into the infinite with its magnificent decaying efficacy gives birth to an unresolved contradiction. Contradiction of the poison at it's source, of a gnawing realization of a painful end, of ending into the nothingness of dark empty void. The curse lived on as a prodigious disciplinary righteousness of being haunted by an ultimate inflection of my own existence.

It all came back. The poison in those veins making them blue, with eyes turning black, and face already paler than death. Drops of rain flowing down deeper into unknown depressions of implicit self-retaliation. The destruction didn't pardon or excuse too proud with it's arrogance - a merciless rage to split the skull open, to reveal what unimaginable force no longer trapped inside would smile it's final goodbye and would bleed till those lips turn white. Till there is pain no more...

Friday, August 16, 2013

Zinda ho tum


Dilo mein tum apni betaabiyan le ke chal rhe ho toh zinda ho tum
Nazar mein khaabo ki bijliyaan le kar chal rhe ho toh zinda ho tum
Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise azad rehna seekho
Tum ek dariyan ke jaise lehron mein behna seekho
Har ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni baahein
Har ek pal ek naya samaa dekhe yeh nighaayein
Jo apni aakhon mein hairaaniya le ke chal rhe ho toh zinda ho tum
Dilo mein tum apni betaabiyan le ke chal rhe ho toh zinda ho tum....

Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai...


Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya
Jab gum ka saaya lehraya
Jab aasun palko tak aaya
Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya
Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya...
Dil tu aakhir kyun rota hai
Duniya mein yun hi hota hai
Yeh jo gehre sanaate hain
Waqt ne sab ko hi baatein hain
Thoda gum hai sabka kissa
Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa
Aankh teri bekaar hi namm hai
Har pal ek naya mausam hai
Kyun tu aise pal khota hai
Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai....

Ehsaas


Ek baat honto tak hai jo aayi nahi
Bas aankhon se hai jhaankti
Tumse kabhi...mujhse kabhi...kuch lavz hai woh maangti
Jin ko pehn ke hoonto tak aa jaaye woh
Aawaz ki baahon mein baahein daal ke ithlaaye woh
Lekon jo yeh ek baat hai...
Ehsaas hi ehsaas hai.
Khushboo si hai jaise hawa mein tairti
Khushboo jo beawaaz hai
Jiska pata tumko bhi hai...jiski khabar mujhko bhi hai
Duniya se bhi chupta nahi...
Yeh jaane kaisa raaz hai.