Old is old

They say older the friendship stronger is the bond. Is it really so?
Let's see.
The Lion, the Elephant and the Tigress were old friends for 4 years. The Lion and the Tigress were best friends.
The whole jungle was remarked by their friendship and no animal would dare to come in between them. The Elephant was 
the wise one who was never biased with any one of the two. The Tigress was possessive for the two of them and was always 
ready to fight to preserve what she loved the most : her friendship. Be it hunting together deep in the forest or fetching
water from the faraway river, these three would never leave each other's side. The elephant knew that the Lion is with the
Tigress because he had no one else to go with but the Tigress was blindfolded in love towards her friends.
Then came the hunters and succeeded in catching the Lion and were on their way back to sell of its skin. The Tigress
called the Elephant for help. He told the Tigress that the hunters are armed and to let it go. The tigress was too stubborn and
her heart never agreed with the thought to let her friend suffer alone.
In the dark night the Tigress attacked the camp of the hunters and freed her friend. As they were running back in the jungle
the Lion saw that the Tigress was badly injured and was bleeding profusely. He left her on the riverside and called the 
Elephant for help. The Elephant brought all the herbs he could fetch and carried her on his back and brought her home safely.
The Tigress was healed gradually but she was very silent. No one except the elephant understood her deep silence.
As days passed by the jungle was getting deprecated and all the animals had to shift to a new forest. It was not their home
but they had no other choice. The new animals residing welcomed all their new guests. 
The Lion made new friends with the wolves and the fox. Slowly the old friends were no longer seen together. The Tigress fell ill
and was losing her strength to even walk. The Elephant came to her and started caretaking for her. The tigress still remained
silent. One night it was raining heavily and she was shivering. The Elephant held her paws with his mighty trunk as she 
took her last breathe. 
The next morning the whole forest came to mourn her death. The Lion came to talk to the Elephant as he was performing the last rituals
on her grave with his trunk.The Lion asked why didn't she tell him when she was so ill. Why was she so biased in her friendship with the 
Elephant. 
The Elephant could no longer listen to the wrong saying that he is right. Finally he opened up his thoughts he had piled up all
these years.
"Friends don't need to give invitation to the parties or to the burial. Friends don't need to give explanations.
You were not there with her during her last breathes is your inefficiency. She was not supposed to tell, you were 
supposed to know by yourself that your friend needs you. I was there with her by my choice. You were not there on your own choice.
All this while she knew she was losing you but she never complained because she was still believing that one day you will return
and ask her the reason behind her silence. She was silent since the night you left her behind on that riverside in the pool of
blood. She was hoping that you will cure her and bring her back home because you were as much dear to her as I was. But you
took the easier turn and called me instead. Friends don't look for alternate options but they are ready to help with whatever
little they have. You had your pack of wolves and the fox but our dearest friend had only we two.So now instead of blaming her or yourself
just help me in performing her last rituals."
With tears in their eyes her dead body was lifted by the two of them and was rested in the earth deep.

The City they say...

Before coming to Bangalore I had heard so much about this place. People used to go crazy when they talked about it.My friends are also huge fans of it. But they are nowhere around to be asked how they feel about the place now. Everyone is busy in his own work. The city rather cities ate them all.
Big cities have a charm no doubt with the ease of getting everything but I guess Flipkart, Amazon and Myntra have brought the big cities to our doorsteps. So still why this huge rush!
Ya the "nightlife" we talk about that these cities bring in. But dancing in the huge crowd of unknowns, filling ourselves up with all that nicotine, 47-63% ABV, making singular as well as concentric circles with the smoke engulfed in with the pipes held in our hands posing like a pro as if third or fourth person sitting from us will be impressed and will sponsor us or the least will be amazed by our act so much with a smile that would last for what say 10 seconds I guess!
But those 10 seconds can put you out so much that the next one hour leads to the washroom puking your organs out, coughing and blasting your lungs and then spins the head and then there you are lying on your own vomit. Yucks no! What a waste!
Then bon-nuit my friend for the next 12 hours.
And this is what we call a nightlife of big cities.

Ya these places do have some good sight-seeing hangouts but all at a distance of 120 kms and above but my dear friend then we can't say that these places are under the city's range.

By now I must sound like anti-citi-zen spirit but trust me or not I am not. Afterall my job is here. I am earning here big time to fulfill what all things I yearn for. Bangalore has given me work. I owe to this place alot. The people here are really warm-hearted and open to help at every step to all newcomers.
Still something is missing in me. I have lost the spark. This is not home to me. I could have worked and earned the same at any other place in north too like Gurgaon or Noida or Delhi but yeah again they are cities too. But even if they are then at least they are near home so why to be this far.
Just a thought : Don't do something to fulfill your necessities, do what makes you happy and what fills you with a zeal.
I am still working to turn the tides but those who are still the glaciers sloping down to make their way, try to follow your passion even if it takes to flow against the tides.
If possible create a new tributary on your own like I am trying to make ;)

...because you deserve better.

Every relation goes through this phase once or more. No matter the relation started with how many efforts to convince each other and oneself that he/ she is perfect for us. But as it grows, the relation loses its charm and we start finding excuses. The negativity in our thoughts is something yielded out of our insecurity that if not today then in future we are going to lose him or her. We start calculating the certainty of a break up which we start realizing in the tone of our partner. We start believing that the relation is losing interest and it stands on a fragile support of fear of hurting the other person. Sometimes we do have the fear and the other times it is the self - respect that overcomes the fear. Yes, the self- respect. That is how "ego" is defined in our terms on a slight positive note. Every possibility of getting him/her in the beginning to the probability of loving selflessly for a strong foundation starts falling down on an exponential note. By the time "it is over" comes the graph had gone to the negative side as much as that the abusive terms take over the coordinates. In some typical cases the slope of the graph is determined by the burning of all memories, gifts, diaries, etc. We keep on convincing ourselves that we deserved someone better. But the fact is there is never a comparison. Each love had its own essence, each relation had its own mark in our lives. When we really move on and look back at what we have gone through, then most of the times it is the beautiful memories and not the unwanted fights. We smile. Yes we do. Because with time we learn to forgive and forget. And the moment we learn this, we wish we could roll back time and undone what was done wrong. But the space and time complexity is too complex and there is no algorithm to solve it efficiently. So we skip the part of going back and move on holding with the thought "because you deserve better." 

Best Friend

Some relations are undefined,
From the dawn of life I saw behind
the generous heart full of love and care
every gesture so pure I could glare
all day long at your meticulous charm
knowing you never meant any harm.
Every step we took, we took together
from small tiffs to brilliant smiles whether
you taunted me or I hit you back
the punches and kicks could never lack
the innocent laughs we shared at the end
Yes you are my 'Best Friend'
and will always be till the world's end.

The Wind

I was on my way, making the leaves sway

The old Banyan tree greeted and asked what's wrong,
there is stillness in your flow,
said the tree as it could feel the moistness
under my trail I had drawn.
The wise old tree could understand the faintness in my flow..

I started whispering to his leaves and the hanging roots,
while he caressed me to calm down and get consoled.

You remember the friendship I shared with the sparrow
living on the Neem tree with his siblings,
the one with whom I used to blow with full enthusiasm
so that my friend would not have to pressurize his tiny wings..

Yes, I remember your dear friend, responded the tree.

Do you also know that once he was attacked by a flock of golden eagles and I had blew them away with all my mighty force creating a fierce storm; hiding my dearest friend and protecting him from any harm.

That is very thoughtful of you, said the mighty tree..

The bond we shared is long gone oh old tree. I could no longer hear the beautiful chirpings, could no longer race with my friend till the end of the forest.

He is no longer with me and has forgotten everything. His new group is the same flock of golden eagles with leader as his dearest. She has lured him with the sharp golden eyes and keeps on covering him under her huge wings, keeping him away from my existence. He can no longer feel the wind, can no longer feel me.

The tree said, Oh my poor wind! You are born to flow with no halt. If you go still there is no life for the things dependent on you for their motion. You, the wind, is the symbol of moving on. So keep blowing for others.

I hugged the tree and was back on my track. There was the smoke from the chimneys, from the exhausts but soon it all became a part of me on my way. I embraced them all. After all I, the wind, is the symbol of moving on.