The Forgotten Beauty

Some days are just tiring. Today was too, for me.  The onslaught of lectures and practical sessions in my college that began at 9 in the morning finally ended after 7 to 8 hours. Even in such a cool climate, sweat dripped down my forehead. Laziness creeped into my eyes, inch by inch, and before I knew it, I found myself desiring a re energizing drink down my throat. It was just one of those slow days.

I plopped myself down on my bed, with my smart phone in hand and opened my Facebook page. And that was when I stumbled upon a picture uploaded by one of my friends Pranav from Naked Wolves. And man, oh man was it breath-taking:

Copyright Pranav Hegde from The Naked Wolves

Copyright Pranav Hegde from Naked Wolves

I don’t know how, but I immediately felt fresh. Something about this snap was rejuvenating.

Such is the beauty of Nature. Personally, I was never into trees much. When people said stuff like ‘Mother Nature is the best!’ or ‘Look at the Godly creation of trees and plants’, I would simply nod my head absently, without giving a look to what they were saying. This time, however, I couldn’t help but notice the intricacies of our world.

My eyes first fell on the green. A carpet of green grass seemed to liven up the place. Without it, the place would look simply bland. The world seems to breathe through the trees. Just staring at the glistening leaves, dampened by the rain, is pleasing. It can take the tiredness away. It did for me.

And not only the green, but the grass and leaves are accented by the subtle droplets. Rain is the best thing that can happen on this Earth. Sadly, when people hear rain, they think of floods, potholes on the roads, malaria-infested muddles*, delay in local transport services and similar horrible things. But then anything in excess is bad, is it not?

Thanks to this picture, the next time I remember rains, this lovely waterfall will paste itself in front of my eyes. The next time I hear the pitter-pattering of rain, I will immediately recollect the smooth rocks, bathing in the water while the grass below it thickens. The next time it rains, a revitalizing scenery of Nature, bubbling with life will appear before my eyes.

All the way from the small flowering bushes giving out a sweet aromatic fragrance, to the towering moss-covered trees and the rhythmic sound of raindrops attacking the ground, rocks and mud serenely, I will remember Nature like never before. I hope you will too.

Some extra Links for you to check out:
Naked Wolves: https://www.facebook.com/200nsPuneMumbaiNW
Ride to the Unexplored: https://www.facebook.com/rideunexplored

Picture Credits: Pranav Hegde. Thanks, man, for lending me this snap. Rains are awesome! 😀

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*Muddles are mud puddles, a word I just made up. This needed clarification because apparently, it also means something else.

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From Perfect to not-so-Perfect

Heya Bleedsters!
Many people asking me about Post 2 of my earlier post and frankly, I didn’t know my blog was that popular!! I will definitely work harder to churn it out by this week.
Meanwhile, read this one and tell me if you liked it! Share, comment, subscribe–yada, yada, yada…! This one is made to reflect my past year, or rather one aspect of it. So, enjoy!
Love,
Kunal.

Mr Tall-Guy from Block number 8, Dadar was fortunately a very healthy man.

He was tall, a fact that envied many of his friends. He was slim and fit naturally, which was God’s gift rather than an ‘active person’s’ mark. Every time he ate in plenty, it made him grow taller rather than fatter. He had smooth skin, and a melodious brown skin tone, on the lighter side. He had not many pimples, even though puberty couldn’t resist giving him some.  He wasn’t muscular, either but he didn’t care about that much.

Of course, he wasn’t perfect. If I had to list down all of his imperfections, it would take quite a while.

But the best feature of Mr Tall-Guy was also the most Blessed feature of his. And that feature was his teeth.

Ever since a baby, doctors marvelled at his teeth. His teeth were called perfection by some, nearly perfect by others. They weren’t exactly special, however they weren’t crooked, they shone pearly white brighter than the moon and they could crack a walnut shell when bared.

Child, or grown man, his visits to a dentist were to a bare minimum. And when he did visit a dentist for a mandatory check-up set by his parents, they were short and cute. Cute because the check-up included the doctor staring at the properly aligned wonders in his mouth. The half an hour appointment of the dental check-up would include the dentist, sometimes a man, others a woman, staring down for quite a while, checking each teeth with minute details, as if to find a keed (rot) or cavity.

Of course, after finally giving up, they would give him a warm and big smile and say how perfect his teeth were. He would smile back with modesty, whereas inside his heart would do a mini flip, his mind would play the music of success and his soul would prance like a ballerina.

For years, it was all perfect. The pearly whites now had the ability to reflect anyone and anything. 27 became 32. Tall-Boy was no longer just a boy. He had turned into a Mr Tall-Man.

And as his age struck the 18th bell, one idiotic Pearly White messed it all up.

It all started during one dinner. As usual, his Pearly Whites helped him tear down a huge chicken whole. He chomped on the chewy naan. He would bite on the meat with all his might. And the teeth withstood everything like soldiers. Not once did they crack or un-align themselves.

But then Mr. Tall-Guy felt something; a small bump on the inside of his gums. What it was, he wondered for days! Perhaps just some kind of a boil that specially appeared in the mouth.

The boil went unnoticed as time flew by. 18 became 19 and the boil evolved into something more. It was growing faster than Mr Tall-Guy’s ego! And finally, a time came when he decided to get it checked.

Ah, the first time he was going to the dentist, knowing that it would not be a mere 15 minute appointment. He sat there with his heart thumping as if he had cancer, and waited as the doctor, this time a kind lady with a generous smile, checked his teeth.

And then she gave him the worst news of all- he had a permanent tooth being born.

He looked at her for a while with a strange look, while his mother paraded questions in front of the doctor. Tall-Guy sat there on that chair with that uncomfortable ‘Doctor’ smell. He thought to himself, All my milk teeth are gone, so why is this a*#h^%e coming to disrupt my perfection?

It turns out, this tooth that wasn’t even straight and proper but instead grew day-by-day horizontally. It was just behind my existing tooth, the perfect one which was supposedly a milk tooth. So what choice did the poor fellow have than to remove this one to make space for the new one?

“So what now, doctor?” asked his mother, worried that surgery might be required. And then doctor sweetly said the one thing he always loathed, the one thing he had judged people for, the one thing that he hadn’t really thought about on himself but now had to….

Braces.

It was one month later and now the Tall-Guy seemed fine. Although his teeth were no longer perfect, his one-year duration of braces were not too bad. He chose to opt for the ceramics, instead of the ugly metal ones. They glistened in his mouth, just as his pearly whites. Hardly noticeable, the new appliance fitted inside his mouth were a pain for the first few days.

The kindest of the dentists that he visited were very supportive and told him that it was normal. It wasn’t embarrassing either, because the ceramics were barely noticeable. It didn’t affect his looks much.

But it did affect his way of thinking.

You might ask how braces can change a person’s way of life. The answer to that is simple: it makes you see the people and their troubles. The Tall-Guy felt the luckiest guy in the world for not having any major health problems all his life. But one day, when braces happened, his world tumbled. He felt miserable, helpless and embarrassed.

However, it also opened his mind a little. All those struggles that other people went through ever since he was a kid, came gushing into his mind. It was as if a filter of innocence had been lifted from his eyes. He saw people going through a lot worse. He realized that perhaps his braces weren’t that bad, when compared to diabetes, asthma, those weird spectacles, and many more horrible illnesses.

It took me a long time, but I finally realized to appreciate what was given to me. To accept what came my way, however it came. What has to happen, will happen and we HAVE to find a way to deal with it rather than question the why.

Thanks for giving this a read. It is from my personal experience and since the blog is tag-lined ‘Randomness of Life this post reflects that in every single way.

Also, having braces is not that bad. Better deal with it now that suffer later, right?

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P.S: You would think that people would get this, but many a times, they don’t! So let me put it out there: I am Mr Tall-Guy.

‘I’ll be there for you…’ – A dedicated post for my oldest friends!

Update: Part 2 of my earlier post will be up soon. The getting Up part of life, once you have fallen Down, is a lengthy topic to discuss. So expect it by this week’s end. Hope you have a lovely night!

KAMNA Group

You thought this would be an HD pic. You were wrong.

‘I’ll be there for you…’ – A dedicated post for my oldest friends!

I don’t know why but they always depict friendship as a group of 4 to 6 friends, chatting on about their life around a table every hour of every day. If it is not real, then it is via cellphones. If it is not via cafes or ice cream shops, then it is via Whatsapp. There is always a sense of lies in those depictions. Because friendships are never like that. It is nowhere near the form that friendship takes in FRIENDS or How I Met Your Mother or Seinfeld or… you know what I mean by now.

They say true friendships stand the test of time. The untrue ones crumble on the first draft of wind. Backstabbers sharpen their knives on the whetstones. Unstable friends jump off the friendship’s Roof of Stability. One friend always seems to mess it up. If not, there is always a difference of opinion that does it. Wherever I go, I see pretentious people trying to gossip and spread rumours.

I often find myself with one question: Does real friendship exist? Is a true friend too hard to find in these troubled times? Is there no hope for a person like me, who has a habit of keeping a few close friends rather than a cluster of crappy, fake and pretentious gossipers who can’t be trusted?

Yes.

There is always THE group that exists in my life, that I am blessed with, to remind me the simple, wonderful answer: Yes.

The Group, the unofficial collection of my dear multi-faceted friends, was formed at a young age. I hear that it existed before I joined it.

I remember the time as if it were nine years ago. One day, I got up and realized that the only friend in my building who was of my age had left forever. And I was maybe eternally stuck with oldies in my building. I was small and innocent. I had a sliver of hope that maybe these oldies, these senior citizens with chronic back pains and thousands of illnesses, would perhaps forget their boring old life and play with me. I didn’t mind, but I was too innocent.

Then one day, by chance, luck or destiny, I was invited to the neighbouring colony by one of my cousins, whose existence I knew not till that point. He was of my age, and we clicked. He introduced me to his friends, and BINGO the Group was formed. Or rather, I joined the already formed group. They were brutally kind and accepted me as if they knew me since my birth. It was a wonderful feeling.

It was an amazing childhood. Small things ranging from jealousy to attraction (there were girls in the group too) to common interests became important.

The boys of the group were competitive with each other, the girls were busy in their own worlds. We would compete in silly things like small tests, to big things like a race in the open ground (that alas exists only in the memory).

As we grew up, I knew we were growing apart. Each of us was in different schools, girls were girls so they separated once puberty hit and the rest three or four of us were the remaining scraps of THE group that remained. It was a difficult time for us, since we did not know if our friendship would last. Tenth standard came and went and we separated further as we joined different colleges.

And I had decided that perhaps my little group of amazing friends was at an end, as much as my childhood was.

It is 2015, I am doing Third Year Engineering and I can safely say that THE group still exists.

“Some things have to fall apart to make way for better things,” they say but in this scenario, perhaps nothing was better.

Sure, our friendship, the bond between these awesome dudes that made my otherwise lonely childhood into a breathtakingly beautiful memory to cherish, may not be as strong as it had been, but ‘hey!’ You have to grow up sometime. And moments like these is when I feel that I am blessed to have friends like them.

Dedicated to my childhood friends, the insanely cool companions of the Kamna Group: Sid, Ron, Aki, Sailee, Tan etc…!!!

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