Chuku buku

Trains!

At 10 :40 pm on Saturday night at the comfort of my home in Pune, I remember trains. Do I miss home? Or train? I am not sure. It's both. Why am I writing this? Reason is my friend. She writes a beautiful post about her getting in to train and travelling home. She makes me feel about it....Oh my friend..Train...

What a great human invention? Aren't our movies incomplete without iconic train scenes? DDLJ,DIL SE,....Many more.

I have loved travelling on trains. Always. If there was one true love in my life it was train journeys...Be it a sleeper class or a 2 tier AC...Every journey has a story to tell. The people you meet, the vendors you see,the noise,the calmness within the chaos, you will become a yogi if you philosophically think about train journeys.
The journey of life....Slow..Fast..In control and on track. You got to handle it well to reach your destination. What a beautiful thought!

Train journeys are romantic. Movies made us restore our faith in love. Movies like DDLJ of course. But I am referring to my all time favorite movie by Suriya. Varanam Ayiram. The scene where he truly madly deeply falls in love with the heroine. The guitar ,non AC  sleeper coach, rain and a beautiful girl. Every teenager who watched that movie hopelessly wished to fall in love over a train journey..Of course not everyone was a guitarist like the hero. Not every girl that comes on train entertains that....Yet for most part of my Mangalore- Chennai days I carried a violin on my train journey....Just in case. Honestly I never found a girl and always slept on my upper berth and read books.  (don't take this seriously. I was a violin student then and had to carry it.)

Books and chai...Best part of my memories of train journeys. Buying a book in railway station, reading it over the journey just taking breaks for food so that I survive and I have finished many novels in my 14 hour journeys on train.. without sleep. Nostalgic about it.

Oh Girl you just made me write a whole post on train journeys.
Thank you so much my friend.

Birth

It starts with the Feud of the fittest
A fight between the millions
As only the chosen one reaches the destiny
The mark of love between two halves to become one.

The other half waiting in its wings
From times immemorial
To embrace me and create me
As the one to mark the beginning
Of a journey the story you'll hear from me

As I become an entity I  cling to the wall
Waiting to grow my heart my mind and my body
To become a temple for the soul

This is the beginning of a long meditation
In the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As moments pass into hours and hours into days into weeks 

The soul slowly recognises the existence
Of a greater being
As I become one entity and float in the ocean of love wildly kicking the walls that are protecting me I hear her speak to me

The voice of the Unknown
The reason of my existence my universe
I don't know what to call her..
I don't know how long will I be here in her protective temple

As the chord that binds me to her feeds me the nectar of love I wait impatiently hearing the outside noise
To go out and see the world out there
To be freed from this world that has been my existence from day one..

To see her..to feel her protective presence.
To see the mother of my  universe hold me in her hands..

Then the time arrives
My world starts turning upside down
In a battle between what binds me inside her and what frees me I find the way to go outside..the way I came in as a soul.

I hear wild cries from her and in the process of my freedom I lose my senses and all I know now is movement of my body finding its way to freedom

As the lights flash on my face I cry
The cry of freedom achieved from the sanctum sanctorum of creation
As the protective mother holds me tightly and kisses me softly and feeds me the nectar of love I become one with the world..