INCENSE

Like the mind of a bud that constantly gives you a hint of the beauty that is about to blossom,like a flower that emanates freshness of its characteristic fragrance, like a fragrance that bears the strength to remind you of the moments enlivened, the love of your lives, the hearts of your lives do exactly that.They are the ones who hold the spot like no other. They are the ones whom you would want to see, just to stay in the bounds of practicalities if not every waking moment,but atleast, every other moment. You weave a garb to keep them wrapped in the indomitable sheets of warmth, care and protection.When they say something you cannot afford to leave them unheard. The moments spent with them account for your worthiest spendings and so the moments spent with them account for your wisest investments.

THE POWER SUPPLY

Now this is neither a spoof nor am i trying to make a parody of anyone here but one of my teachers happens to be a chunk from the nucleus of encyclopaedism combined with profound disinterest (its exactly wat I suppose).I went to his place for a counselling session together with my friends.Our spirits were sky high,confidence resurgent but it was always there in the back of our minds that soon we will be presenting ourselves to the so called tech savvy and the super brainy 'Dragon'.
I have heard that he looks for that moment when your physical and the mental status starts diverging ,however short the interval of divergence be ,, and there is no saving you from the exorbitant amount of Dragon Fire this erudite possess.

We were desperately trying to move from neutral to fourth ,but i dont know whether fortunately or unfortunately he brought us from third to first .But as i suppose teachers always have a better view of things so i we have no other choice but to ride on the earlier version of our glory period.

BACK TO WINNING WAYS-
a scholarly colloquium

I remember when i was a 9th grader ,it was the first time i seriously put a step ahead into the world of erudite quizzers.My teacher always said -"you will have to earn atleast ten setbacks in order to be away from some of your drawbacks."
But this time around the statement seemed to be no longer tenable as we had already secured first place in the semi finals and too in our first ever venture into this brainstorming reality.But as the saying goes always wait till the end ,the end which was supposed to be finals,i realized that my teacher was right and our team was third which was not a bad position if we do not consider the fact that there were only three teams in the grand finale.Things have changed the competition now is even more fierce and the finishes are tantalizingly close.
As I entered into the auditorium I could already smell exuberance which was seemingly so delectable that within no time the entire auditorium was humming a tune which ,without any doubt ,was full of pressure points.The quiz began and began the round of straining and unfolding sedimentary layers of our brain.Questions were not at all tough but we had to look for the hint from our quizmaster.Questions were from everywhere be it from Anita Desai's inheritance of loss or Count Dracula.The preliminary round was hell of a lot intriguing with questions like - IF FREDDIE WAS #708 ,WHO WAS #1 and the answer being RAVI SHASTRI(guess how).
Results were declared .Six teams qualified for the city finals . And adding to the crowd's utter disappointment was my team not being selected(haha).
Now as the quiz is over I remember again my teacher's worlds and it gives me plethora of confidence as quite unknowingly i calculated and it came out to be my TENTH setback .
Cheers for my team's victories ahead.

VOIDS

Exuberant was a man ,knowing something he did for which ' at least ' could he be boastful. Believe you me , the utter sanctity of the poor mortal mind threw him off his rhapsody deep into the Dungeon.
Yes, the dungeon where chauvinism was guarded by the so called upper strata or majority .The place where the man was shackled not by iron material or its alloy but by shackles of slumber .The same ignorance , from which the man had risen above ages before, was he thrown into . Thinking that light travels in straight lines , definitely some of the voids, cavities could not be enlightened but sooner or later as the sun rises up the dark voids , for sure, would be engulfed by light .So he marched on his way in the of the forward direction.
Days came weeks went by , unfortunately the sun did not show up . Poor mortal , could not understand and appreciate the vanity of those few voids. Instances were always attended by the poor man ,
when he witnessed the sun coming out of the thick haze or may be hibernation , but to be very specific and honest the instances were negligible and time to be very true , indeed was a 'fourth ' dimension.
Succumbing once to the series of ignominious list of events , prayed he -"Oh lord ! you the omnipervasive , the omnipotent , the omniscient, go and fill up those voids". Though , a little imperative was his prayer but was humbly accepted by LORD.The karma was what he was referring here to.
'the karma is the action
the karma is the sword
the karma is the power
the karma is the LORD'

'Actions speak louder than words ' was the phrase the man exemplified .
Slowly, the haze faded away , the clouds tore apart , the sun rose and illuminated the voids . Came again the period of exuberance which raised his level of spirits .But the respite was momentarily on . For the man it was more or less like an optical illusion what he had observed as the shameless self confidence of the voids species was seemingly becoming unbounded . But the man understood the simple fact that the risen sun will always set and realized that the voids will appear periodically as he moves on his way.Timely was he reminded about his fake and in fact non existent limitations ,his preconditioning environment and matters too low to be discussed .But now the man was completely through with the thesis on his past experiences so his mind did not waver.
'Apprehension is when you have something in the back of your mind directing your motor nerves to heed the response coming from incorrigible, discursive, unstable system of minds.'
He garnered no hope from those voids, those dismantled chunks of our strata system who always streamlined themselves against his direction of flow . As for the man who had started to believe -"In the end it doesn't even matter.' the success was bound to be his.