Let my INK SPLASH

 (Flashback) Drowned in a trance I can feel the bliss around me. Room’s fan not working in the scorching heat and yet my testy profile is calm. Eyes are closed but the darkness is eloquent to delineate my need. Fingers tapping as fast as they can and eyes frozen in amazement for the picture in front; or my ears diluted with the jazz, rock, pop and other music flavours- it’s all part of the dream I used to see then and there.
                         Well the trance was located on a wooden chair, to be precise, inside my mind. And although the sun-torture period had passed, the sweat capable heat was still reluctant to leave Allahabad. I can remember those moments in which I left myself for my assortment of dreams inside the hostel room. Jealous enough of all those around me but still with a controlled temperament, I never uttered about it to them. My friends had brought a teenager’s most awaited gadget of life- their new laptops, all equipped with stylish colours and boasting specs. The rounds that I used to take in the corridors were skilled enough to poke me hard in my stomach as I used to watch them busy with their cool gadgets. “Sigh!” was all that I puked in those days. But the desire, the dream was still alive and all dancing in front of me every second. (Flashback)

The nostalgia is still so fresh that I had to mention about it before proceeding into the realms of the underlined topic. I never had a gadget since my childhood days of my own. The first one that came to our home was a mobile phone- Nokia 2600. It was a lot cool for me to play with but not cool enough to have my attention for long. Finally when I stepped in the college I was able to emerge from the disciplined confines of a school and it was then I was the owner of my first gadget- Nokia 3110c (...still in love with me). But the changes tuning my lifestyle were bold enough to make me yearn for my next one- a laptop. Needs??? Yes, there were numerous for going to the next one- starting with studies on the horizon and 3D games in the sky the list is still being fed in the present. My father was appeasing enough to fulfil my longings but I wanted to make this one special. He offered me to buy one during the 1^st year but everything you get just for granted doesn’t fulfil your lust, isn’t it? I picked the ‘road less travelled’ method and decided to study hard enough to procure the merit scholarship to buy one myself. The farrago of thoughts were deep enough to shatter my faith in the course of preparation but still I kept  working on the posts and the pillars of my dream.




Baahhh L but the new upgrade that has been done in the looks is lot more erratic to drool on. It will surely coerce one’s sanity if he/she thinks of another brand in the same range. Yes I do envy anyone holding it, for now the simplicity of black colour has been superseded with hope to progress forward. And change is always better to go for, as they say                       Experience Change; after all to live happily with your own gadget is an unguarded moment to be in. In life their lies scales of interests one wanna pursue and it’s a gadget, most of the time, of them that helps to embrace the same. Everyone sees a big picture and wants to make it even bigger and I am not devoid of the same. ‘My Lappi’ makes me belief that the big-change is easy to go for, that I will be the movement one day and not a mere moving person.


I wrote in such a long length for this is how I remember my lappi when I am away from it. Go on and look deep for your love in your gadget. The above blogpost is to decribe Change IS Easy, a contest by IndiBlogger. Here’s the link if you think we share the same logo on our laptops:

I saw the water-drops, crawling
down the panes of window
and I guess it was raining,
like tears shed from the eyes of a widow.


Dogs were barking out on the road,
it was merely the dark silence everywhere that glowed.
But, moon felt proud
as it raged against a cloud.


Have you seen a bat ?
Well, they were sprinting out there;
and the angry wind was howling,
describing itself bizarre.


The clock ticked and tucked
asking me to give
the FIEND SILENCE a hug.


The warmth that I got, out of it,
scorched my healthy skin.
My arm chair propped up in time
thereby helping me
to lean.


I called a search,
for the thought that was
disturbing me.
But was hard to trap it, as it was
dangling around like a bee.


Was petrified and terrified
by the sounds I heard.
It were rather my friends' memories
who were coaxing me to give
them a Rebirth.


So they were the ones
who made me fear
and freaky.
I was delighted to know,
that it was so tricky.


My college vaccctions were ON,
a cause of my drop at the house,
and the masti time, all gone
like separation occuring between
two spouse.


Well I enjoyed
the taste
and the love,
I got at home.
But soon the monotony,
the bitter one,
had grown.


I remembered
how we used to study late
in the night
after having, in our canteen,
a delicious bite.


I admired the thoughts,
which were speaking of my dance.
That I used to did,
on some birthdays, by chance.


Only this much ?
Oh no !
Without having any shame
my thoughts told me
more :


How we cheated the studious ones
by photocopying their notes
and then studying just before the exams
to achieve our goals.
Only in our underwear
the way we marched
in the night
and then under the water shower
called a beautiful fight.


How we hooted in the class
on the girls with our bad intents
but only on the ones who were smart
as they slog to pretend.
And the way we played Counter-Strike
with our minds trapped in craze
abusing the opponents
in the most hideous ways.


So 'the thought' painted a smile
on my face,
and my body fainted for a while
& dropped on the bed
with a grace.


In this way my mind
won the dark night
and I, on the bed, tried to
sleep with all might.


Next day, my mother asked me
"Son, is their any problem inside ?"
to which I, politely, replied, "Nothing maa, I merely had A Missing Night."