Expatiating My Soul

Greetings my friend, it’s highly exceptional that you are reading today. I found reading a way of emoting and imagining a new world. Recently I was reading an article where author have introduced so many facts about this world. The special thing about it was that they all came to this world from some bodies writing. They were not even a hypothesis for scientists to realize but author were proven better in foreseeing the world. The ideas of flying and swimming, creatures and aliens, etc all were first introduced by some author. Later their effects were found so strong that scientists were pushed to do researches. 

This wasn’t just for the sake of impress people but also found a great way of passing a heritage. Every culture is based on books. So actually writing and reading becomes world most essential activity.

I found reading very difficult task, as can’t keep the patience of sitting hours to finish the piles of paper. For me imagining something is the easiest, my hearing senses are very responsive to a good explanation. But suddenly you must have stumbled upon that how come I just started singing about reading today.

Actually It all came back to me after all these years, before this piece I was kind of more interested in expatiating my life moments. But when found this my new friend who’s a daughter of an English teacher, that too literature.  I felt back my two special books very next to my heart. I will admit here that Shakespeare work isn’t a story. One can identify the situation very vividly. His characters and portrayal, I was in love with them. Those Victorian women, especially Portia, lady full of richens. Her understanding and her intelligence were way beyond explanation. Of course I seek these qualities in my soul mate.

It ‘s right if I say I was head over heels whenever I read those love scene, choosing casket, handling suitors and becoming a lawyer to fight the case. It gives a complete definition to a strong woman’s character.

I will be lying if will say that Tempest wasn’t impressive. It was my twelfth standard when first time that book was in my hands and I saw a thin book with a ship on cover page. It didn’t glue me to the book. Even the protagonist wasn’t in a heroic, rather an underdog, who’s just managing his life. Al Though his magical creature brought a new kind of excitement as they were singing and plotting. But my real interest built when Miranda was introduced and how she felt pity on the prince. I always felt the Ferdinand is not a character but a way to a girl’s heart. Be pure in your intentions and plunge yourself in emotions, it makes you emanate so much goodness. These vibes of love and joy are powerful enough to attract anybodies heart.

I would admit though I never succeeded in my any of the loves. But for my sake and imagination, this is the right way. These thoughts are weird to some people and practices, but I’m hopeful.

This emotionalism sometimes gives me that joy, which I don’t get by achieving or doing. It is loony to others but serene to me. If I achieve something, I feel for the losses of others.

Sometimes books have started defining my mood, as I read as I m. They really give a heavy head and deep learning.  All these authors inspire me a lot. I wish to my genie that give me more experiences and emotions with all this a good vocabulary. So that I can write small, very near to life, love stories. I have hots for romance and especially humorous romance.  My fingers are crossed and hoping best from the future.

 And one dedication to be made to all those friends and foes, which made me feel. No matter it was fear or proud, love or hatred, fun or mocked. All that was amazing to meet as my thoughts and imaginations were exercised.  

Overzealous

Hi to all whoever is making efforts to read this stuff. Actually in my past postings, I have mentioned about my school life which was quite dear to me. I introduced to you many characters and situations. Today also I won’t disappoint you, something from my school days is been served on the platter. I’ m really sorry for those who just stumble upon my blog. The plot and background will be unclear. I won’t be giving any introduction. And those people who actually read my stuff earlier too, thank you very much. Though your comments are valuable, please spend them for goodness sake.

These days suddenly the wind has changed its direction, I m hoping good from the future. The days are mirthful and soul is jaunty. Of’ course physical distance matters but if hearts are connected then it increases your love and joy. If you find a person whose mirror to you for your deeds then enthusiasm go the acme. I don’t expect anything from anyone as you all know and again working on a theory of just do it (thanks to nike for the slogan). So I felt some warmness of somebody’s heart and again alive as a PHOENIX, rising from ashes.

Sorry for details lapse and I do agree that different people will have different feeling on that day. And as living in a democratic country I have right to publish my mind.

Let me take you to a scenario where son of a middle class Indian family got his farewell coming and hails from not so rich family. He asks for a suit in a casual way to his mother and she says you’re too young to have one. You will grow soon and spending 1500-1700 rupees for one event is not good idea. This is been said to him three months prior to the event. And as he understood the situation he didn’t pressed upon the fact and moved on.

The evening just before the farewell, he was at Mr.Cool’s house and they were thinking what to do. Next day they had a big day and one night was not enough to get the situation done. On the invitation itself it was very clear that boys should be in suits, party had rules. This wasn’t a good for them as girls can get their mother’s best saree, which can fit them very well. But if boys going to wear them (father’s suit) they will like carry tents for their adventure trip.

It was special day and day becomes extra special when you are in love with somebody. It was a drastic situation two growing men want to leave an impression on the final day of the school. They were just not able think. They both were too lean to even try. The confusion led to a discussion and discussion invited so many people to join.

Mr.Cool’s family was an enthusiastic Christian family who were more convened about their ward’s presentation, although they were also not in a situation to buy one for him. Suddenly one man’s entry the Mr.BDB ( BullDog Beard). He suggested why they don’t make a mark on the people there. And coincidently both chaps had the same goal, things went interesting.  After a huge talk, the crowd decided they should wear some Indian ethnic wear that day and carry it respectfully. Their innocent hearts were optimistic. Mr.BDB taught kids how put a dhoti(Indian ethnic wear) and designed a look for him. Mr.Cool was marked to wear a Maroon Pathani Suite with a black jacket.

The young eyes were shining, he carried the stuff to his home and as he was from western part of India, called rajasthan, his parents were amazed to see their kids connection to the homeland. They encouraged him whole night; they took the camera out and took some pictures. At that point of time the kid realized what actually his parents missed as these years. At a happy note that family went to the bed.

Next Day.

    He wasn’t an early bird, and felt missing his early worms. So got little messed up, still there were two hours to go and he decided to go back at the same place where everything started, Mr.Cool’s house. AS soon he reached his house carrying all the stuff on his Hero Puch, he found nobody is at house but himself Mr.Cool.  He was in the bathroom doing rarest of proceedings at that point of time.

As he entered the room, which was quite messed up already, found some packet laying as if its priority. He was too excited to believe that anything in the world is called surprise. The shower was over and a freshly shaved lad was in towel and asked how he is been. Even then nothing was revealed.

So he moved toward s the packet and opened it. There lies the magic; it was like pupil widening show. So there came a problem, now he is the only student without a suit in the farewell. But how come one friend can cheat another one. He said what you got brother; kid said nothing he was sticking to the idea of rajasthani dress. He explained how last night Mr.Cool’s family didn’t find it a good idea. Some prestige issues came and how they were lucky enough to get it in the morning itself. The shoulders got dropped.

Suddenly Mr.Cool presented a thought; he said will it be fine with you, if we can get a suit for you. Kid said that he would anything to get it done. He took to his aunt’s house and there his late uncle’s old suits were there. It was like a treasure trunk full of cloths. Amazing, all were too large then suggestion came why you don’t get one jacket on jean, American’s find it formal.  There was no time to think; idea accepted. They reached back home and got prepared and ultimately done.

It was almost nine thirty that all the friends were gathered. They had a small photo session and felt very enthusiastic about being together. All faces were as bright as sun and as shiny as diamond. They started their way to the grand finale.

By this time, everyone had started complementing each other and also misstating that how girls would look. Every young man had one idol to look forward. They were all capering and their hearts were twinkling.

 The school.