Journey had just started for the next destination, a land full of hope and hope for future. I looked out on water which was orange and chill of the winds was passing through the window panels and mind was trying to recall the experiences of past 25 years. Past full of beautiful moments, ups & downs, hate and anger but not at all with the repentance or feeling of missing the place.
Today whenever I see orange color it reminds me of those days, days which shaped my mind, mind to make me move forward and conquer my destination. Why and what destination I am bleaving and thinking of is a big question and that always rotates inside my brain and keeps on repeating. Are thinking and experiencing two different aspects of life or a part of each other, well to be perfect one needs to have the both and perfect combination of the two is always appreciated in this world. Do we all have this mix and for what.......for survival or to lead.
Orange water was missing and a long endless road was welcoming by its green trees shining under the lights of my caravan............I call it caravan because I was carrying everything with me and had left nothing behind. NO NO I had left many precious years of my life which has put me today as master of this caravan and lot more countless days which will require volumes to record. What are those countless days, are those days which luggage my mind with something on which future survival was dependant................and to be honest I really survived.
Train was whistling rains were drizzling and the aroma of saw dust was everywhere for welcome to this orange water city (I call this lake city as water is orange at the sunset , and is most beautiful) where my destiny was to be written by the Masters of their time and new journey was waiting to go ahead.
I thought Shimla was in Himachal, but proved to be wrong on the first day itself, it was in plains at a height of seven feet and my visits confirmed as I brought back clothes with snow all around. This plains snow was everywhere including over the food, my first seed of knowledge was planted for future and so my Knowledge about history was over.
Days passed with terror and nights with sleepless waits for days and learning mix and match of clothes and numerous languages and names. Our memory had grown so much that we could have written a book of names for newborns to this planet. Vocabulary knowledge lessons were over and we all were set to be ready for the future endeavours, endeavours of real life experience of being civilized mammals.
Our masters of time were perfect as they could remember the 20 years back phone numbers of america and they had to convince us that they were really teaching in english and not in their mother tongue. Months passed learning how to write volumes without knowing for what and copying lines to lines and words to words has to do with learning. The new art of writing was the second seed of our knowledge, where words are to be copied as drawing objects and not as meaningful words, today I think this art can solve many logics for historians .
So the year passed with beautiful end result of freedom, Identity and confidence. Confidence of following our own path, making our own decisions and so on came back leather belts and chapatti fries (A wonderful dish to replace chawal fry) but our dearest friend had a shock he lost his natures head gear not because of these pressures or work pressure but due to egg pressure.
Our knowledge of seeds varied from the quotes of masters like
“If I teach you what will happen to my professional life”
“Teach what one doest understand”
“Every improvement has to be rewarded by negative marking” and above all how to be away from classes.
Years passed and many more seeds were planted in many forms and shapes and new bud of the tree was showing its presence .................some disappeared with confidence some with bundles of energy and hope.
It was dark dead outside and my caravan was moving towards its destination, new companions of caravan had apprised me that where I am heading for is not a place where I can perform the show.....it was really a different place as .......I had taken the challenge with a thought that it will be only a halt for my final destination, which even today I adore.
Orange water had disappeared and fresh lemon city was welcoming me with its yellow light, where I was to be a master of show.........a show which still continues.
Lemon city had a jungle full of flora fauna, where my caravan docked and I saw walking trees, talking birds, historical pillars of power, monuments of experience and lakes of knowledge, fulfilling their needs and caring about their goals but there was a kinj full of experience and understanding to dictate all the mammals and whom all followed without a single question in mind.
Lemon city was welcoming with its wings cropped and birds searching for sweetness in lemons rather than planting sugarcane for sweetness. My first experience of lemon city was with P(A).... a wonderful man who taught me history of 25years in three hours.....................................So my buds of knowledge grew and I was convinced that I am a performer and not a master of the show for future.
Even though the lemon city was full of flora fauna but dust of words and thoughts were everywhere. This dust only followed the dust and nothing more. Those who tried to remove this dust were those who had no connection with lemon city while others watched it with curiosity and became the critics of the show....a show which was going for last three decades and had a mark in society. Ultimately the performers of this era had to do and do because of survival and those who succeeded to emerge from this dust were bound to be lost one day in this dust as was the fate of the system. Year passed by learning how to perform and to perform what unknown acts and forgetting the known acts ...... this situation was all around and for all those who had joined this jungle lately and so on my roots of knowledge started growing.
Deep within this jungle an evening full of chill, pillars piling together, trying to ease the evening with their wits and experiences. I happened to be there to learn a lesson for my future performance...................So there came a moment of dead darkness with loud noise all around and this put a halt on conversations. I was assigned to check the reason for this deadness, and I succeeded in removing this darkness and what followed next was that I was assigned the role of an actor of this deep jungle and not a teacher but a preacher to act. The role of preacher was welcomed by many some because of change or age or revenge except the one who believed that their road of monarchy was ending soon...........................so it exactly happened one day. This part of jungle evolved further as a place of new ideology, a place with which everyone wanted to be associated as the prosperity was there. There was a hope of growth and confidence and a my new role as a preacher was in action with full zeal and aim to make the place a Zenith of lemon land ....................................................[EXPERIENCES OF A PREACHER log on @.............................. http://experiencesofapreacher.blogspot.com/ ]
Today whenever I see orange color it reminds me of those days, days which shaped my mind, mind to make me move forward and conquer my destination. Why and what destination I am bleaving and thinking of is a big question and that always rotates inside my brain and keeps on repeating. Are thinking and experiencing two different aspects of life or a part of each other, well to be perfect one needs to have the both and perfect combination of the two is always appreciated in this world. Do we all have this mix and for what.......for survival or to lead.
Orange water was missing and a long endless road was welcoming by its green trees shining under the lights of my caravan............I call it caravan because I was carrying everything with me and had left nothing behind. NO NO I had left many precious years of my life which has put me today as master of this caravan and lot more countless days which will require volumes to record. What are those countless days, are those days which luggage my mind with something on which future survival was dependant................and to be honest I really survived.
Train was whistling rains were drizzling and the aroma of saw dust was everywhere for welcome to this orange water city (I call this lake city as water is orange at the sunset , and is most beautiful) where my destiny was to be written by the Masters of their time and new journey was waiting to go ahead.
I thought Shimla was in Himachal, but proved to be wrong on the first day itself, it was in plains at a height of seven feet and my visits confirmed as I brought back clothes with snow all around. This plains snow was everywhere including over the food, my first seed of knowledge was planted for future and so my Knowledge about history was over.
Days passed with terror and nights with sleepless waits for days and learning mix and match of clothes and numerous languages and names. Our memory had grown so much that we could have written a book of names for newborns to this planet. Vocabulary knowledge lessons were over and we all were set to be ready for the future endeavours, endeavours of real life experience of being civilized mammals.
Our masters of time were perfect as they could remember the 20 years back phone numbers of america and they had to convince us that they were really teaching in english and not in their mother tongue. Months passed learning how to write volumes without knowing for what and copying lines to lines and words to words has to do with learning. The new art of writing was the second seed of our knowledge, where words are to be copied as drawing objects and not as meaningful words, today I think this art can solve many logics for historians .
So the year passed with beautiful end result of freedom, Identity and confidence. Confidence of following our own path, making our own decisions and so on came back leather belts and chapatti fries (A wonderful dish to replace chawal fry) but our dearest friend had a shock he lost his natures head gear not because of these pressures or work pressure but due to egg pressure.
Our knowledge of seeds varied from the quotes of masters like
“If I teach you what will happen to my professional life”
“Teach what one doest understand”
“Every improvement has to be rewarded by negative marking” and above all how to be away from classes.
Years passed and many more seeds were planted in many forms and shapes and new bud of the tree was showing its presence .................some disappeared with confidence some with bundles of energy and hope.
It was dark dead outside and my caravan was moving towards its destination, new companions of caravan had apprised me that where I am heading for is not a place where I can perform the show.....it was really a different place as .......I had taken the challenge with a thought that it will be only a halt for my final destination, which even today I adore.
Orange water had disappeared and fresh lemon city was welcoming me with its yellow light, where I was to be a master of show.........a show which still continues.
Lemon city had a jungle full of flora fauna, where my caravan docked and I saw walking trees, talking birds, historical pillars of power, monuments of experience and lakes of knowledge, fulfilling their needs and caring about their goals but there was a kinj full of experience and understanding to dictate all the mammals and whom all followed without a single question in mind.
Lemon city was welcoming with its wings cropped and birds searching for sweetness in lemons rather than planting sugarcane for sweetness. My first experience of lemon city was with P(A).... a wonderful man who taught me history of 25years in three hours.....................................So my buds of knowledge grew and I was convinced that I am a performer and not a master of the show for future.
Even though the lemon city was full of flora fauna but dust of words and thoughts were everywhere. This dust only followed the dust and nothing more. Those who tried to remove this dust were those who had no connection with lemon city while others watched it with curiosity and became the critics of the show....a show which was going for last three decades and had a mark in society. Ultimately the performers of this era had to do and do because of survival and those who succeeded to emerge from this dust were bound to be lost one day in this dust as was the fate of the system. Year passed by learning how to perform and to perform what unknown acts and forgetting the known acts ...... this situation was all around and for all those who had joined this jungle lately and so on my roots of knowledge started growing.
Deep within this jungle an evening full of chill, pillars piling together, trying to ease the evening with their wits and experiences. I happened to be there to learn a lesson for my future performance...................So there came a moment of dead darkness with loud noise all around and this put a halt on conversations. I was assigned to check the reason for this deadness, and I succeeded in removing this darkness and what followed next was that I was assigned the role of an actor of this deep jungle and not a teacher but a preacher to act. The role of preacher was welcomed by many some because of change or age or revenge except the one who believed that their road of monarchy was ending soon...........................so it exactly happened one day. This part of jungle evolved further as a place of new ideology, a place with which everyone wanted to be associated as the prosperity was there. There was a hope of growth and confidence and a my new role as a preacher was in action with full zeal and aim to make the place a Zenith of lemon land ....................................................[EXPERIENCES OF A PREACHER log on @.............................. http://experiencesofapreacher.blogspot.com/ ]
