And to that altar of friendship, obliged my head I bow!

(Writer of this post : Prankies)

Relations there are many
But special are few
And though old they grow
They feel always as new
And those special ones
Might be too far
Even tete e tete with them
Is often so sparse
They’ll still be our part
As in heart they reside
And whatever we do
With us they are in stride
Though we say always
That we’re good and fine
Only these fidus achates
Can read between the lines
And through your armor
They’ll find the chink
And could easily get
That all is not pink
Those x ray eyes
Will heal you too
For much they are
Worried for you.
And in an instant
You’ll be at ease
Will be blessed by
A subtle inner peace
The upheavals you have
And that mind so agitated
They would calm all
And you’ll feel satiated
Hours we can put in
Talking to the them
And , just a minute, we feel
we have spent
And Akin a year
Sometimes weighs,
When they are away,
Those miserable days
Those selfless friends
We acknowledge so rare
And seldom we take cognizance
Of their efforts and care
To that altar of friendship
Obliged, my head I bow
And show my gratitude
Insufficient they are though

Gratitude❤ is coming out so well Prankies👌👌👌

Keep scribbling

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

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Was message tone,now alarm !

Nice one✌

Two lines speaks a lot…a sweet love which involves missing loved one is visible.

But also these lines speak Journey of message tone becoming alarm tone.

Shows that message tone has grown now and became alarm tone and “may be” this has happened so that one can “wake up with smile” and but not in middle of night now but only at “correct morning time”.

Keep scribbling prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Nature – 1

(Writer of the post : Prankies )

Happy world environment day

Part -1 of the poem 

He too made this world to be ruled

With free will and natural laws

Where every being lived happily

Along with qualities and flaws

A chain of predators, He created

Operated them on rule of need

And in this food chain

Cyclic to each other they’d feed

Pleased of His fabulous creation

With everything duly placed

Seeing it dancing merrily infront

Blissfully to it he blessed

And he moved to other things

Leaving earth on its fate

Adapting and steadily growing

With a Hindu growth rate

Millenias later he was back

After fixing another universe

And he was amazed to see

Flora and fauna so diverse

He thought now to create

For mother earth a perfect gift

A creature with intelligence

Pushing growth in forward shift

A being who could put

Things for better pursuits

And like him a creator

Creating things from null absolute

And with wide eyes He did see

Him taming the frightful fire

And devoring it ( fire) inside

To lit a burning desire

Thrown in the arena

With low stats to measure ( physical stats wrt animals)

Though endowed with a thinking brain

Survival was the pressure

The wheel, tools and sword

And shields he did make

And for all his short comings

An alternate he did create

From hunted he become hunter

With horses, conquered speed

And slowly start to question

Why even Rule of need

Why one should tie

Himself just to survive

Why one can’t push limits

And for development he strived

And God too was happy

To see him in control

And expected him to beautify

Mother nature soul

He conquered the fear

And instilled it ( fear) in others

Started making them slaves

Who should be his brothers

Soon the narrative changed

From developer to destroyer

The greed overtook all

Inside razed an unflinching desire

He toyed with nature

Exploiting it to the core 

Cut down all the forests

And dug earth for ores

Prankies 

A great story telling Prankies of the most realistic tale of our planet. I am excited to read part 2 now.

Happy environment day readers.

Let’s try to become guilt free and take small steps to save our environment.

Keep scribbling Prankies

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Sharpen Our Own Hooks…


A reading habit way early in childhood gave me an opportunity to explore the anecdotes and passages from many unknown authors who shaped up my thought process and my spiritual enhancement.So today I’m sharing with you one of my favorite story which has been my lodestar ever since I read it as a young lad of 15.
This piece is a take on oft-quoted idiom,
“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime”.

The story takes place along a great river where a huge tree had fallen into the rushing waters. So large was this tree that a man could walk onto it and fish for his meal. And it came to pass one day that a great sage decided to sit upon this log to collect his ration of food for the day.

After fishing for a long period of time, the sage finally caught a fair-sized fish. With great satisfaction, he placed it carefully on the log beside him. A young man who was passing by with his wife and two children saw this and guardedly approached the sage. He asked for the fish explaining that his family was in need of food.

The old sage happily offered to teach the man how to catch his own fish, but he was quickly rebuked for his offer. The man was not interested in learning a skill. He merely wanted some food.
The old sage remained fast in his resolution to offer only his teachings and sent the man on his way. All the while, he continued to fish. Soon, the sage caught another larger fish. Seeing this, the young man hurried back onto the log. He beseeched the sage to give him a fish, as he surely had more than enough for himself.

The sage grew perplexed, wondering if it made sense to give this young man a fish. After all, he really did have more than enough.

As the sage contemplated this dilemma, a light appeared at the end of the fallen tree. At first, the greatness of this light frightened the sage for he had only heard of such manifestations in ancient stories handed down by his teachers. The light began to overwhelm him with an energy he had never before experienced. Filled with awe, the old sage heard a booming voice addressing him. The light spoke to him with such calm and beauty that the sage immediately knew he was in the presence of a great and wondrous teacher.

And the light spoke.
“Old sage, allow me to express a thought. If you choose to build upon it, it will change your life for all time to come.

“First, take from your pocket the sharpening file that you have carried with you for so long. While we speak, begin to sharpen the hook that you have tied to your line. Sharpen the hook like no other in the world. Make it so sharp that when the fish takes it in its mouth, it feels no pain. Then, when you are ready, pray with me the following:

I call on the Creator to help me search out the oldest fish in the river that is ready to leave this dimension, for it has experienced all it came to experience. In that Light, guide it to my line. Knowing the fish’s life plan is complete and that I have sharpened my hook so well, we join together to fulfill our journeys.

When the light finished speaking, the sage cast his newly sharpened hook into the water. Moments later, he caught a fish of the greatest proportions. But before the old sage could begin to celebrate his newfound clarity, the light spoke again.

“If you look on the shore, you will find a string of lighter weight. If you attach your hook to this lighter string, the hook will reach deeper parts of the river. This will allow you to catch even larger fish.”

The old sage did as the light suggested. His efforts were rewarded again by landing a fish ever so large. Then another fish, and yet another.

He thought this was as good as it might get until the light offered still more guidance. The light told him to concentrate on his wrist. By flexing his wrist more when casting his line, he could send the hook out even farther.

All too soon, the pile of fish was so large that the sage felt fulfilled in his accomplishment. He set aside the fish for his meals that day. The others, he released back in the water.

Then the sage recalled the young man who had asked for a fish. He noticed that the young man was on the shore not far away. Surely, he thought, the man will ask for a fish again.

To his wonderment, he saw that the young man was busily sharpening his own hook.

Inference Drawn: We, like sage was at the beginning sometimes adhere to the quotation too fastedly about teaching someone, who we think, something must be taught. We in all our goodness offer our genuine advice, which we might have worked upon with greatest of struggles and it might be a concentrate of all our experiences throughout our life, and they turn a deaf ear to it. The agony we feel at the sudden contempt of our alleged wisdom is so much that some persons start feeling bad about it. This story has a message for the persons like them. Everyone learns from their own experiences and other’s piece of wisdom don’t count much for them. Like in the story, the young man might be knowing how to fish and what he wanted was to borrow fish. So, rather than distributing free advice to unwilling listeners we should focus our energy on sharpening our own hooks, ie we should always be a learner, trying to perfect what we already know and learning new things in between. Everyone will sharpen their hook in their own sweet time, so cherish what you know and build upon it to create a better world.

Wonderful story prankies.

Well this topic has been long in our blog…and you have well structured it again.

and I am reminded of something I wrote few days back

समझी ही नहीं नासमझी भी ज़िन्दगी है जी लो यारो यही तो ज़िन्दगी है

जब कोई समझता है तो समझ नहीं आती है और जब समझ आ जाये तो किसी तीसरे को हमसे समझी नहीं जाती है,शायद सबका सहीं वक़्त होता है,सही वक्त पर हर किसी की ज़िंदगी खुद ही सुलझ जाती है

As far as free advice and micromanaging others affairs is concerned,you correctly said we should give more energy on sharpening our own hook but just saying something which striked my mind….like your story had guiding light,  if you get a chance to be someone’s guiding light whats wrong in that,just make sure you don’t over guide and harm your own hook or don’t allow them to use their own mind to sharpen the hook..

but giving a “genuine advice” and leaving it completely on the person to choose to follow advice or not is not at all bad.

Sharpen your own hook is like a better term for ” mind your own business” but the thing is we all are having business under the same market,so somewhere there is no harm in interfering if both parties are comfortable and neither is getting harmed.

This is I guess what is termed as empathy,compassion and mutual resonance.

but yes totally agreed charity begins at home so,first one should sharpen own hooks.

A good write up dear👌👌👌

Keep scribbling Prankies

Happy reading readers 

Yours loving warrior

Naina

My Guardian Angel….

(Writer of this post : Prankies)

We may live a far
For days we might not talk
Still, we support each other
Through tough roads, we walk

When against goes the whole world
And I feel I’m right
I know whom to look at
for making things bright

The emotions, from all
I quite deftly conceal
But to you always
Sooner or later I’d reveal

On deaf ears, mostly fell
The solemn advice of others
And often, if not always
It had me least bothered

But your candid opinion
I always seek
As it gives me strength
In moments I’m weak

And if in due course
Any deviation if you discerns
A rap on head or your wrath
I might surely earn

In a tunnel deep
Unluckily, if, foot I set
That darkened path
With your smile, you’ll illuminate.

Torrential is now river
Turbulent, water has grown
Nothing left of rudder
Mast and sail, all gone

Amidst that hailstorm
A hand I’d found
To pull me out
Of trouble so profound

You are my guardian angel
Not just my friend
And…. Heart has reasons
That reason doesn’t understand.

Heart has reasons that reasons doesnt understands…👏👏👏👏👏😍😍😍😍😍

Again you have started leglimency…I say the same line as….

heart has no brains”

And again this is a sequal to our “Yes,Always” series.

May God  bless such gaurdian soul…..that is what I want to say.

Happy reading readers!

Keep scribbling scribblers.

Yours loving warrior

Naina


Meri Pyaari Bindu….

(Writer of this post : Prankies)
Not much of a Bollywood buff although; I still, once in a while, get desirous to watch one or the other movie on the offing. Meri Pyaari Bindu…, was a movie I was quite keen to watch because of its melodious song, ‘ Mana ki Hum Yaar Nahi..’, sung by Pariniti, the female lead in the movie.

Coming to the movie, the trailer raised a lot of expectations with its innovative way of storytelling and a medley of old songs pleasantly donning the backdrop. The brilliance of both the leads proved in their previous ventures too brought an extra hope from the movie.

So among all the hype and amidst the bloodbath of Bahubali -2, the movie released on 12th of May, to a series of bad reviews by the leading critics.

The movie starts with an insipid narration of the plot by the narrator cum male protagonist, Abhimanyu ‘ Bubla’ Roy, a famed writer of the pulp fiction who earns his livelihood by scribbling cheap fantasy novels, which are a horrible mix of horror and erotica, going with titles like chudail ki choli. Roy, who is always on the target of feminists defends himself, saying this is what sells and in an oblique reference to recent bankers and MBA’s like Chetan Bhagat and others who are are writing romantic novels, he says everyone out there is writing on love then why should he be bothered to write on a quirky topic love. The movie then proceeds to show lots of crumbled paper making their way to dustbins, with many more just ricocheting off the walls to ultimately settle on the floor of an ill-maintained, gloomy and shabby beachside Mumbai flat. A table and an old piece of typewriter, which would have been much more suited to be placed in a museum, retains the centre space with a devdasesque Abhimanyu working aimlessly for a new novel, for which an advance from the publisher has already been withdrawn by his agent and it is about three years since he has written a novel. Though the agent of Roy cribs about the typewriter, the director fails to provide a justification for the use of typewriter in this digital age, as they were obsolete even by the timeline shown by the film-maker and it is difficult to assume that an MBA who was working for a corporate bank prefers a typewriter for writing a novel that can go for years. Ignoring this as a director’s effort to produce a vintage effect, let us move forward in the story. Bubla has been out of his hometown for many years now and his family is missing him. His mom and dad plots and make him come to Kolkata on a pretext of getting a divorce from each other, which turns out to be a farce and he is seemingly annoyed but a few minutes later his eyes light up seeing a flash in the neighbouring terrace room, where he first met his beloved and crush, Bindu Shankarnarayan, in the year 1983 when they were as little as five years old. The laconic Roy and Bubbly Bindu grew together to become the best buddies and this made the plot of Roy’s new novel , ‘Meri Pyaari Bindu’.

From here the movie goes again into the narrator mode with a few shots corresponding to the present. The storyline of the movie has nothing more to offer than the trailers as if one has seen the trailers I assume they have already seen the most of the movie and nothing much is left.

The flashback and the novel starts with the screen size projection of the face of Bindu on a temporary screen erected by Roy and a brief introduction of Bindu Shankarnarayan, daughter of a retired Major, who created ruckus in the home after getting drunk, moved the adjoining house of Roy, who made friendship with Bindu after she offered him her walkman for listening to a song, saying,” Isse sun, Zindagi badal jayegi”. Their friendship and chemistry in the periods extending up to their adulthood were bright points in the movie. The quirkiness and jolly nature of Pariniti was there to see with her full facial expressions she is known for. The organically grown friendship showed Roy and Bindu to be inseperable best friends who shared each other secrets, were partners in crime. It also showed meticulous and intellectual Abhimanyu playing a second fiddle to Bold, resourceful and Bossy Bindu. Even in a dialougue He refers her to be Gabbar and himself to be Sambha. He was also her Man-Friday who turned out for her rescue, in her emergencies, which as per him were not very infrequent. Their code word calls, chats and glaring looks on mother’s face will surely take you down a memory lane in the late nineties and early part of this century when mobile phones were still too distant a dream to make a mockery of all the efforts which lovers used to go through in their time.

The story though moved on expected lines with an out of focus Bindu, jumping from one ship to other, whether being a relationship or career. With the sudden death of her mother in a road accident due to the negligence of his father, she left her home and moved to live with her maasi in Australia, leaving even her degree incomplete. The film moves at a hectic pace and the director seems to be in hurry to end the movie without giving a reasonable time to the audience to connect to the film and this is where the movie fails to garner positive reviews. The narration moves ahead showing them moving ahead with times and getting on with their lives. Roy has a girlfriend whereas Bindu has survived two close calls of getting married by running away after engagements. So, it is four years since they have last met and the communications too became few and far between, resulting in a mutual break away from their best friends relationship.

The phase though dealt very quickly showed how little our heart cares for the relationships when we are quite young and busy. When we have lots of friends and are happy,  we tend to forget the one who supports us during our bad times and only when we are broken and lonely we remember them. So, here too the protagonists forgot about each other till they discovered each other one day while vacationing at Goa. On the coincidence of bumping into each other, Roy hit upon Bindu and teased her to marry him to which she replied that he is late as she is engaged again. She told him her career plans and since she was living in Mumbai they shared each other contacts. Mumbai, the city of dreams had drawn Bindu, who aspired to be a singer since childhood. She, being in Mumbai again started the thing they had left at Kolkata, their friendship. The one of mutual trust and understanding where she became his priority once again. He rushed to help her in her idiotic issues, most of the times leaving her girlfriend high and dry waiting for him on the couch. This resulted in the inevitable as his girl friend broke away with him, meanwhile the betrothed of Bindu broke their engagement. Finally there was the much awaited relationship getting a formal name, they became a happy couple, enjoying evening walks, parties with friends, acceptance of the family and most importantly helping out each other to cherish their innate dreams; Abhimanyu of his becoming a writer and Bindu of a Singer. Their continuous efforts in making a rock star out of Bindu succeeded when a music album of hers was released. The high expectations went into a skydive when it failed to get footings on charts and resulted in a heartbreak for Pariniti. At this moment Abhimanyu, the banker asked her to marry him and the commitment phobic Bindu freaked out.She could not see herself as a housewife to an ordinary banker and she had lost her dreams to be a singer recently making her confused what to do. Abhimanyu too got shattered with the unexpected turns of events. He knew her to be eccentric, quirky and focusless, but he never thought she’d do it to him. She again left the town and moved to Bangalore. She though tried to contact Abhimanyu umpteen times, but he never picked her calls or emails. Slowly and sadly again the communication stopped. Meanwhile Abhimanyu too got fed up with his life and job and put in his letters to become a writer. He got his first novel published and he got a call at night from Bindu, who called from an unknown number. Congratulating him for fulfilling his dreams she broke the news of her marriage.

The intertwining of the flashback and the story of the novel was a concept in the movie which was enthralling as it was fascinating to see how Abhimanyu saw the development, however, what I missed most was the Bindu’s version. I accept that the movie is narrator’s point of view, still, it is incomplete without Bindu’s version.

The climax of the movie is shot in the present where Bubla’s family has organized a party to celebrate His father’s birthday. Roy finds that Major has sold his house and moving to Australia. A visually perturbed Roy, finds another shock seeing his agent enquiring about his whereabouts with his family, making him flee the scene. When he reruns to his home he is startled to receive the two rings on his landline which was once the secret code for an emergency. Enthused and anxious he runs to the terrace room, to find a little 5-year-old sitting on the exact place where once sat his dear Bindu 23 years earlier. He plays with her for few minutes when her mother, searching for her comes in the room. Attired in a beautiful silk saree, with all the traditional marks of a married woman in a conservative Indian society, stood once bold and quirky Bindu. The director chose not to dwell much upon the transformation of Bindu, post marriage but instead wrapped up the movie with Abhimanyu sharing his newly wrote novel with her, where he chose to substitute the ending with the male lead of the novel running all the way to Bangalore to snatch back her lady love, terming it as ” A Happy Ending”, which is loved by all.

The movie ends with all the characters dancing out in the rain and the melodious song for which I watched whole movie, Mana ki Hum Yaar Nahin.

I While writing the review, I got carried away and what I wrote was the story of the movie. People while watching it might find similarities with recent rom-coms, where the concept of friend-zoning is a hit. The bold female leads, the tagging along Male leads, playing second fiddle losing their love to someone else. The movie though differs from them in a way it ended, and despite of all the looholes in the movie the climax is what I liked.

The take on the relatonships was much mature and realistic in the climax where the lifetime friends are happy for each other and move on with their life, with misty eyes and wistful smile.

The saving grace for the film was its music, quirky and bubbly Pariniti, with her lovely facial expressions. The dialougues were cringy and chessy, not doing justice to the movie.

One dialougue which was shone out of others though was where Bindu describes her terrace room to be a place where she wants to stay whenever she is down, depressed, sad and lonely, and ends the sentence with saying, “tum mere terrace room ho , Abhimanyu.

So, it’s a one time watch but a cute movie.

Good efforts dear…you really took pains to write so much I guess..

and the movie sounds to be complicated and at the same time sweet , somewhat similar to real life stories.

Lets see when I watch the movie…anyways this was a good read.

Keep scribbling prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

I ‘ll cease to be special

~Prankies

Thats a symptom of a best friend.My bestie also says make new friends but don’t give my place to anyone and then she becomes possesive and jealoused when I tell her about my other bonds.

but thats ok…if more people come…eyeryone has their special place…every bond is important and necessary…at least for me it is…”every”one is special and unique.

and no one can cease to be special because of uniqeness….

well! his possesiveness shows how much he want to remain special for her and how much special she is for him.

Keep scribbling Prankies!

Happy reading readers

yours loving warrior

Naina