The 'greater' blend of mind, heart and soul

The legacy of the softest brilliance, a shining gem in the pockets of His greater creation, the mistress of aestheticism and tolerance, the female foetus always has been carrying the better omen for all mankind so far... and this transcends to all forms of life on earth :-)

What do you feel when you see a little girl clinging to her barbie or her mom's apron and chuckling... ?

What do you feel when you see a gal to school with a red or blue ribbon eating pop-corn or golgappas with her friends walking her way to the bus stand... ?

What do you feel when you see a college-going damsel parking her bicycle and prancing her way up to the classroom.. ?

What do you feel when you see a spouse in that blue gown kissing her groom on the lone alley in drizzling rain.. ?

What do you feel when you see a matron in the pinafore, with the frying stick in one hand, explaining Daffodils to her little one... ?

What do you feel when you see the biddy swaying on her wheelchair seaving grain or reading the Bible.. ?

...the answers will differ from a man to a woman, a young chap to a middle-aged man and then to an elderly man... Some of them still demur 'her' ability, some muddled with 'her' superiority, some mollycoddle the girlchild and yet, some sexists do not leave smirking at 'her' and throw tantrums to demean them pejoratively.

The very moment as she steps into this world- prejudice still persists among a majority of our society to abase and carry her off- an heinous and legally punishable crime, yet a mututal decision from both parents do offer the way for the infanticides. If not ignoble enough, they sexploit them applying them to cheap labour, wild sexual harrasment and molestation. Young girls are taken as elements of fun used as carnal toys- beaten up, kept at gunpoint and raped... there's no one to counter them until activists like Sunitha Krishnan came forward and led to commence a prevention-cum-relief campaign for the ones being 'used'.

The 18-year old Anita belongs to a bourgeois lower-middle class Delhi family, brought up in a coddled guardianship. She acquiesces to her mom and pop, toes their line; her talents and passions are never recognized but always cherished and nurtured covertly by her... she has learnt to tuck away her fears, hopes and efforts regarding her passions and talents from her own family... but like most of us, she too likes to cross all bounds to step out to the adventurous world outside and crow, to her gloating independence ...

One fine day, she finds her prince charming out of nowhere, gets giddied flying along his inrordinate charms- his mien, gets pampered, loved and carried miles away; her superconsciousness draws her to feel what is left for her to attain felicity. She sells her innocence to Raj and submits herself to him,, not knowing what awaits from 'him' is tragically unbefitting for her life. She is bewitched as no other prince charming had even taken her notice since...; Raj leaves her on a cruel anticlimatic note and all of her innate depressions and frivolent despair come rushing back lickety-split . . . . .

I am not putting this down based on either pity or sympathy for Anita and girls alike, but with an insight to the minds and hearts of these girls who have faced such bummers in their life and the consequent feelings and hatred which they grow towards any guy who even try to honor or compliment her genuine traits. She slowly grudges her revolution against masculism and becomes a staid revolting dowager.

Then, when Deep, her old school friend makes her a genuine proposal, she calls it down. Deep who has been keen on his care and love gets disheartened outright; he complains and pleas... his every attempt gets rejected scornfully.

Anita had been fighting with her moral conflicts very hard since her childhood, and just when she went to entail her life with the conclusive happiness, luck played its most wicked part.

For Raj, Anita suffered, and thus Deep was taken the toll on! Ab khut hi samjho who is to be blamed for ?

A simple message to all Raj-s out there who become the '???' in the life of such decent and pure-hearted girls like Anita:

These most wonderful creatures on earth are to be exploited, but to be exploited properly, very carefully, delicately and lovingly if you want to have a partner in your life in future, who would give you the same treatment. Otherwise, when you will have chance, you lose it face down. Be a cool dude from outside, but when it comes to angels like Anita, please mould your heart for her...

Anita was born a cute little chortling baby girl, brought up in a controlled environment, her spiritual growth restricted and the flavor of power and pleasure dismantled, that a boy could've got way finer in his upbringing. What was her fault? She is not the weaker sex, nor that she cannot be at par in excellence with her male counterparts...then why is 'she' deprived of equal happiness?

Anita was an innocent baby, is an obedient daughter, ...few years hence, she could have been a graceful and loving girlfriend and then, a beautiful and responsible loving wife. Then comes the part of duty, which no guy can ever replace and perform... being a mother, which only a loving caring mom knows who discards all her worldly pleasures behind nurturing her child and giving it all the world's warmth in her arms...Why then Anita's parents are so reluctant to educate and value their female child with the same love and care? I am not talking here about those who are economically well backed up and have all the fun and joy they need to fulfil and contain their life with... I am talking about the billions of such victims of injustice as Anita.

This take of understanding for some guy may take a year to conceive, for others they may keep wondering for their whole life... yet for the rest, they'll sleep in the dark and when they'll wake up, they'll become one of the Raj-s who live their lives based on exasperation, egotism and pretentiousness. What they achieve are money, fame and property. What they lack, is not in their ambit of comprehension. They will lack the most-wanted 'love of a woman', who may do away with all of these, still living up to all of his desires and requirement.

BE SHE YOUR OWN SISTER, MA OR WIFE, OR SOMEONE ELSE'S,,, BELIEVE ME DUDE-- THERE IS NO GREATER BLESSING IN THIS WORLD FOR ALL YOU 'DEEP's OUT THERE TO HAVE A GIRLCHILD GROWN TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND OR A GENUINE WELL-WISHER WHO WILL BE THERE WITH YOU, BY YOU AND FOR YOU FOR EVER... :-)

I hope I have been able to convey a short message through this encomium for Anita, today's female you will find in most families, one of every five gal you may see around you. Please respect every women, as they are your assets, my assets, our assets and assets for themselves in making this place more peaceful and happier where we live in. No one knows who which day can make India shine in name of Science as Kalpana, in the name of world recognition as Mother Teresa, in the name of Sports as Saina or Kamaljit Sandhu or Malleswari, or rise in the name of leadership as Hon Pratibha Patil or Indira Gandhi, or in the name of valor such as Sunitha Krishnan or Ms Kiran Bedi... ...

Posterity will see more such assets if you help them make possible ... ... ...

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"...you can let go now daddy..." ,,,

...the dream dad for Anita :) ... :---

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Six showdowns in the path to Heaven. . .

Today's Wednesday, 0707 hrs. The mesmerising fragrance of the marigold orchard is enchanting the atmosphere around ... ... Ryan has opened his eyes to the chilly western breezes, the busiest chirping of a sparrow on the Rosewood treetop and the resplendent sunshine through the curtain's check-crossed hemmed edges. He is breathing in the frigid air of an enervating gentle winter morning, listening to the dark whispers of the trailing nights. He is experiencing the vivid richness of the rufous plumage of a vented bulbul perched on the fenced gate. Its eyes are circumspect, sharp, still and prudently waiting for something to take place - something imponderable.

The stray street dogs have started howling, quite restlessly. The balance of tranquility, suddenly, is at stake. A speeding segment of wind ventures through the orchard and flickers the drooling leaves. The reigning placidity is disrupted by the smell of impending danger hovering over the state of reticent instability. Some evil has occurred. And it can carry off all forms of life in its vicinity.

I could feel the wind around me swirling to unaccustomed distances of fury and plight.

The first Window had opened when Ryan had a close conflict with his own temperance, as it flew in the face of his conscientious adversities… He has been losing the cohesion of mind; he revolted against me, every moment of every day. Nonetheless, he was able to keep his composure when the time approached and he could well recover from his nauseating hysteria.

If u were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with u, I'd be at the bottom to catch u...

He was questioned by an authority of any blemish in his mental outlook and disposition. Her questions were connoted in disguise ascertaining her own knowledge gathered at the disposal of Ryan’s confessions… may be they were aimed at improving his moral ethicality or meticulously supervising the precision of his righteousness and naiveté of character. Ryan did not look over her intentions or ponder over the repercussions. He owned up all his negativities and blurted out every little secret. The authority had never born yesterday on the lookout, ever since. His honesty paid off. No significant waves of disturbance had bothered much in their way of a placid friendship that developed. But as time elapsed, the friendship took an about-face much fatal for Ryan, only his world got lumped into a single node full of distraught feelings of fear and love.

[I could not help him much because it was against my policies and regulations!]

I had a sensation Ryan was a clichéd moron with inadequate knowledge, patience, humility and perseverance to face the world.

The second Window had opened when Ryan found himself in a dream, riding on a dilapidated bicycle; rusted and decrepit [it happened to be his old luck charm, as he had secured fine marks in all his high school exams that he had gone for, riding on it]. He soon had it repaired and replenished all its charms again.

"We confide in our strength without boasting of it; we respect that of others, without fearing it"

Ryan was getting through a busy street when he found a trudging old woman wending her way to a coffee shop across the lane clogged by a heavy traffic. …Ryan then just proved my sensation had been counterfactual... He got off his bicycle, held her by her arms and helped her come up to her destination. For a moment, I felt him dating the old woman when he bid a whole-hearted goodbye and the smiling old lady bid a flying kiss in return!

[I was overwhelmed with the value of respect and compassion he had developed by helping the old lady…it ended up just in a transfusion of love permeated through goodwill between two persons with this great deal of age difference!]

It took me some more days to construe him upon the inertia of the mental stability he can maintain whilst being nice, cool, inconspicuous and zealous at the same time…

The third and fourth windows opened where Ryan set out on the mission of the gallantry award contest, hosted by his university club. Its finally the long-awaited pursuit of his dream, he's having since his salad days. The feat put in for tremendous focus of mind and fortitude. The tasks had been schemed and revised time and again in mind by Ryan and every bit of minute details, scrutinised, for the track he was going to follow. Ryan cycled fast to the first checkpoint and took an unexplored detour. The detour led to an old village wherefrom it was unconventional to get back on track. The scheme for reaching the final checkpoint seemed to me to have a jigsaw route which was practically unsolvable. The village was located in a picturesque valley with sharp inclining cliffs engulfing it. There were three little kids residing in three corners of the valley; only they knew the course en route the hill's zenith. These three kids had three different pieces of information which put together unfolded the secrets. Ryan had had this knowledge along with his other adversaries. As Ryan travelled along the entire valley, he had been intuitively humble and amiable to all of the three kids. They chuckled, made merry and revealed the secret that he needed to know. Soon Ryan could ascend to the destination, in no time. It took several hours for others to decipher the exact way, as they were all much tired and perplexed roaming around the far-flung extents of the valley in search of the three kids. None of them could be as composed and submissive as Ryan, which startled and daunted the kids all the more, and they delayed to speak out. Ryan's well-reserved composure and humility were instrumental in winning the first tread of his challenge.

There is a certain enthusiasm in liberty, that makes human nature rise above itself, in acts of intrepidity...

The following feat was awfully formidable in itself. But Ryan pulled it off with passion. He had to mountaineer the cliff half way by descent and then sneak in a cave midway, that had six different avenues; only one of which concluded at the extraction point. All of rest of the avenues guided to undetermined abyss of uncertainties. He had to maneuver his selection with brain and bravery. After much logical calculations and factual estimations, Ryan could arrive at the correct decision. He wriggled past the narrow cavities in some huge rocks and traversed along uncouth sequence of crags and boulders. In an hour and a quarter, he came through to the crowded extraction point. He was treated with much glory and respect, and the tinge of jubilant aura flashed across his countenance. The quality of his steadfast tenacity and grit was showcased as an instance of earning the gallantry medal of honor.

[I was a mute witness of his lethal feats several feets above ground; happened to me like 'death from above' :P]

I took a short nap and opened my eyes in one unbecoming provocation, I couldn’t hold over my composure. An event flew into the custody of my trifling attention.

The fifth and sixth windows opened when Ryan met up with Marissa at a garden park while they both had been reading the same novels by Nicholas Sparks. Ryan asked Marissa what other books ofSparks she had read till yet, and others regarding his compositions; Marissa discussed with him, much preoccupied in delight. At last Marissa had got someone who shared with her;most of her hobbies, interests and ways of thinking. Ryan went into every single minute details about his childhood, all that were happening in his life, his likes and dislikes and the way he has to maintain the leeway with his parents' imposed ideologies and expectations. She had been engrossed for long in the conversation and she too came out with her own graveled existence and setbacks in her personal life which restricts her being to a certain mark of uncertainty. They cast all their complications and burdens in life away to each other. Soon it seemed to me they were made to be the best friends, right from the seed to the spine; they laughed, wept, played, quarreled, patted, and pinched each other. Then they walked long distances together and finally arrived at her destination. Ryan had to depart; Marissa bid a goodbye kiss on his cheek hastily and indifferently and ran to the doors of her house. Ryan smiled and took the alternate to his house wiping his cheek impulsively.

The following day they met at the same garden park coincidentally and bumped up with the same novel they had been reading the other day. Ryan had finished The Last Song, they were reading last evening. He had something else in store for Marissa today. They drove together to an old country museum in the city outskirts and whiled away some lovely moments. Some of the ancient ivory carvings they were beheld with, were emphatically alluring, but photography inside the premises was strictly prohibited and they had well taken heed of that… notwithstanding, Marissa went outrageous, she took out her cam apace, and began clicking random photos… she alluded to Ryan not to make any sign that would hint the guards… Ryan could not resist the thrill and came down headlong on an enticing snap. The guards were obviously alarmed;they caught them and fined a hefty amount. Ryan bore the expenses. They drove back and put on their own sides.

... Unfailing faith in Humanity ...
====== BELIEVE ======

They cut off for a substantial period of days and one fine afternoon I had to bring off reconciliation for them. :)

Ryan was returning from school and he was much exhausted. He was cycling fast along the St. Marcus Street when some commotion perturbed him subconsciously. Soon enough he found some hooligans, can say wild dogs, had caught hold of Marissa and were trying to rob her in and out. …no, ... Ryan didn’t become the hero… He summoned 911 and soon the culprits were put away to a local prison. Later Ryan took Marissa to the jail and made each of the robbers beg her for pardon. …Marissa blushed, recouped instantly with the antagonism they had been into and reinstated with the close friendship. After a long term of intimate conversations, she took Ryan to her home. She acquainted Ryan to his dad and brother [her mother had passed away in leukemia when she was ten], and Ryan was perfect in impressing them as well.

Their cold war was resolved discreetly[thanks to me :P] and faith regained in conjunction with a beacon of love and happiness suddenly lying off across their lives. That day they went out partying at night with some other school mates to a birthday of one of their classmates, at close quarters. Ryan abstained from heavy drinks and smoking as always but they quite happened to be an integral duo in night parties.

Marissa was exquisitely dressed in a purple gown, silver necklace and dark blue louboutin shoes that tailored to suit her resplendent cuteness. Ryan was a pearl from the shell; he was charming and handsome in a maroon blazer on an onyx shirt and black leather shoes. Their couple seemed simple, sublime and complete. But they hadn’t yet realized people had been glaring at the twain souls rather than them singly. The following day many commented on both of their facebook status - ‘Congrats on the new journey’. Ryan was perplexed and all the more when he saw Marissa's reply to some of her wall comments. He called her up but didn't get anything else but a sms from her which said 'don't worry'. [I couldn't stop giggling watching the course of events :P] It was Wednesday again and they met up in refreshed spirits and healthy minds after school at the same venue they met up first time. Marissa looked notably serious and Ryan wore a pathetic gesture.

Marissa had understood Ryan over the days, his apathy for their incidental coherence had made her convinced he wasn't going to make a move. She was about to say something, when Ryan held her hand abruptly and said what exactly resounded some excerpts from her incessant dreams ... ... ...

"Oxygen" -- B.A. , "Heaven" -- Bryan Adams

'Amy, you're the one in the garden parks of my heart ! I see you everyday on the backseat while I drive to school, see you every hour in my books' pages, see you every minute smiling with me and every second breathing with me. There hasn't been a better evening I've spent than with you on that lonely bench amidst the woods. You have given me the sweetest of friendship and the perpetual feeling of togetherness. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever come across and I adore you more than anyone else in this world. I'll never let you go no matter what, for I can not think anything else other than you when I am with my other close friends. You have been my lucky charm all through and all finest moments have turned up since you've come into my life. You have always been my best friend since the beginning and I'll cherish it all my life.

'I love you, now and for ever with all my heart and soul'.

Marissa could barely stammer a positive response and the euphoria in her eyes was beyond words. A bizarre silence prevailed, following which there was a prolonged,tender kiss and passionate hugging and poking going on, somewhere, in the ambience of an accomplished happiness. [Now for the poking part, there is a card up my sleeve... I'll unveil it later :P]

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The unique quirks of a human, portrayed through these six salient virtues, endows him with the value that proposes a foreordained qualification for the revered boulevard to Heaven ...

Ryan has attained the quarters of these virtues already, so he is envisaged and certified by me, and I'm walking him through that boulevard of destiny ...

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The 'evil' in the prologue has something to do with Ryan's 'distaught feelings of fear and love'.

Ryan ≡ me

I ≡ God

Amy ≡ Marissa ≡ fictitious [she always remains in the garden parks of Ryan's vision drenched in the campus of his broken dreamz !]

this faith is in all but the name, and there is no second chance... breaking away of one soul into two, while smiling and putting up with the pain of the loss... it should give you tears: for some day, for the pain... ....and then, only for a new beginning.........................

:)