The last few days

The last few days of his work life was still what a man could do. Pushing himself to his limits.

My dad was retiring from his work. It occurred to me for the last few years left, that how it would be to have him in the home, nothing to do, and he will be ill-at-ease. Well, but he would surely think himself weak, not able to find much things to prove himself. I was contemplating how the man can be okay by saying "it's okay".

Death

I sometimes think, what is death actually? Is it what science tell us that all biological processes in our bodies stopped? Then, is all processes working makes us alive?

It's strange that how we know as the spirit, in these bodies of biological processes, actually goes through a self actualization process of understanding complex spheres of quality. But then so strange that a heart and brain with blood​flowing around can make us alive.

Madness.

The other day, while going to college I saw a mentally ill person on the road. For a long time looked at the person, trying to understand his actions. I felt sympathy for him.

Thoughts linked and I went on to think why he must act in such a way. It was meaningless. But he wasn't completely wrong. He understood the earth and it's living and  non living beings. I gathered, there must be a reason for his actions which is only justified to him, yet not explainable to others.

Memories are everything, without it we are blind.

You see, living life is not only about how you spend your​ day, as it goes by. Everyday, you make some memories. 

Why should we need memories to live? Have you ever thought how life would be if you don't remember your childhood? Have you ever thought what it feels like to forget everything, to do something and forget the next moment? What will you be left with if not the memories of how you laughed, cried or felt happy. It's more like living life and forgetting  its purpose.

Serenity revisited.

So, here I am. Last few days I have been traveling. This place, Shillong, Meghalaya, is an unique place by its own characteristics. From small houses on the hillock to beautiful nature, this place is in real mesmerizing to behold.

Emerging from the medieval Khashi tribe originally, these people are Christians by religion. Having mostly Mongolian features, they are mostly village people. Quite contradicting our perception of village, funnily these people are quite stylish and have good dressing sense. Serenity prevails their life, as I lie down hearing even the soft murmur of water flowing down.

Shillong attracts a lot of tourists the whole year round from various regions. As a tourist myself, I have noticed the number of lodges and hotels that has grown here which is a means of occupation for most people.

Picnic!

Sitting in a rather lavishly organised office picnic of my dad, which is actually quite boring, I feel like penning down my thoughts.

As I write, I hear a loud music. Strangely inspite of the commonness of these cheap Hindi songs, it's easy hum to them because some how they are rather irritatingly catchy at times.

My dad's parties have always been extravagant. It's not like simplistic picnics where the main element is to create bonding and have fun - to create a family element among friends. Picnics as we know includes responsibilities to spend a day together away from all the comforts of home. It includes choosing a nice spot, cooking, enjoying and togetherness. But my dad's picnics emphasizes on the element fun more than anything. They include surplus food and enough enjoyment. There is no part where you have to cook your food, as they are already prearranged in unlimited quantities, including unlimited alcoholic beverages. This year they held the picnic in an amusement park, so every one attending the picnic were given free access to all the rides. Nice right?  Anyway, this time it's pretty boring for me because even though I'm in an amusement park with free ride coupons, I can't find any kids I normally pair up with every year during picnic days. Earlier this day there were events for the kids, likes musical chair and go as you like. But that was for kids below 10. 

I turn back to see a group of middle aged guys sitting around a round table and clapping to the beats of the music. Possibly drunk, I assume.

Happy 2017 everyone!

Year after year comes, and a new year becomes old. A new year brings new expectations, hope for some and while it is rectifying previous mistakes for others. But most often, human nature isn't capable of rectification, and the year turns out to be same, unfulfilling. They become tedious of the thought of making resolutions and breaking it. Some become tired at the thought of jubilation just because it is the first day of the year. It's also true that nowadays people are prone to fake jubilations in the name of New Year. For one day, people go to Parkstreet, as if thats the site for Christmas and New Year, eat in the finest restaurants and booze like they don't need to live another day. That's what I have seen, New Year celebrations in Kolkata means to a lot of people.