Waking up to the screams of people, I stared at the far reaching sky, Cottoned with colours of peace, anger and love. "Good morning", she said, a neighbour of mine, And gave a dazzling smile with an essence of love.
Two little munchkin, making endless sounds, Imitating the wrinkle faced old man, Little hearts, with curiosity and optimism, "How innocent these two souls are !", I wondered.
From nowhere, a stunning cacophony I heard, Buying and selling of harsh words between them, Who once fell into the world of love, ending up Becoming a man and wife. "This too shall pass"
Quite a few metres from my home, I saw him, A little fellow with his examination paper in hand, Trembling hands and a fearful face, trying to conceal himself from his parents - I understood the scenario. All I wished to say him was, "This isn't the end champ."
In no matter of time, the screams & chants, Were taken over by the caw of the crows & chirps Of the birds, who made their way to the heavenly house. She was standing on the terrace, waiting for her Habitual visitors, with bread crumbs & wheat. She knew, "humanity is the biggest religion."
Under the merciful breeze, leaves dripping down the trees, He kneeled down, with a rose in hand & blush in face. "I don't want anyone else to have your heart, Kiss your lips or be in your arms. Be mine forever", He uttered and she stood with astonishment, ending up saying, "I will" - the dawn of a never ending tale of love.
There was a humor in the convo of friends, A sense of relief in the minds of those men, Who had their newspaper read, accompanied by A satisfying and hearty cup of tea.
Witnessing diversified state of people & their minds, I stepped into my home, right in front of the mirror, I saw "myself" - a face with a white base, thick eyebrows, Large red lips and a spherical shaped clown nose.
"Behind every mask, there is a face & Behind that a story - a mysterious story"
- G RAHUL.
I hereby complete my 100th post in Mirakee. A wholehearted thanks to all the souls, (Inclusive of many deactivated users) Who have been constantly showering the fragrance of Love - through your write-ups and constant support ✨
A plenty of movies, beyond the limits of languages, Inhabited my mind, the neurons of watchlist. One among them was "Taxi Tehran" an Iranian film, By Jafar Panahi - Written, Produced, Directed, Edited, Composed by and finally stared this man - Jafar Panahi.
The root cause for the making of this film, Was the first cause for me to watch this. Jafar - known for his controversial yet masterpieces, Was banned from making films for 20 long years in 2010. Yet, he pretends to be a taxi driver and records the various discussions and chats of his passengers...
"How much?" - "No need to pay"
A few scenes, raise in us/you a question, A question to y(our)self - "what's right ? what's wrong ?" In the end it sums up the entire backstory of his life.
"Was it worth the watch?", if any of you ask this, All I could say is "a 90 minutes of factual world to gaze at"
You would stare, get frustrated, laugh, smile with satisfaction, Feel an essence of innocence, grief and rudeness, Ending up asking this question, "what did I just witness!"
- G RAHUL.
P.S : This movie is available in "YouTube" A few other pieces of him include 'The White Balloon, 'Offside' ❤️
~ Leave out a few good suggestions - Movies to watch out♂️
It was during class 2 - the first conversation, between me and art. Her notebook had a Mickey Mouse as the label, "Can you give me that note?", I asked her with a cold feet. Those twenty to thirty minutes remain immortal till date. "It's nice ", "Good work da" - first words of appreciation ❤️
Years rolled by, and I joined drawing class, Amidst many other choices. Now, being a 17 year old lad, I stare at quite a few works, Which is almost four to five years old, those little ones, And all I do is 'smile' - reminiscing those delightful moments.
I am that type of a person, who loves staring at realism, ( Making a piece of art realistic ), but hardly likes doing it. From nowhere, the arrival of Covid - 19, made me do this one.
Every stroke was nothing but an experience, And sowed the seeds of self esteem. - G RAHUL.
I knew - this isn't a platform to show, "What you're good at", but to show, "What your thoughts are capable of"
A few asked me to show some of my artwork, And caption it. This post is specially for you guys ❤️
A notification popped up and I opened my eyes... It was from an unknown person, who texted me via Instagram It all started with, "hi, one request..." I came to know that she was from my school, When I first saw her profile and bio.
"I would like you to draw and give me something", she said. My very first concern was "Time"... Yes, "Time" Holding examination in one hand, half-heartedly I said "Yes" "This is what I asked you to draw", she said and sent me a pic. It was her sister - who was standing three steps(days), behind her birthday.
"Exam (or) Drawing ?" - "What shall I pick now?", Asked me to my very own soul... "Let me give it a try", a voice echoed and I blindly followed it. Three days of efforts, adding different shades of pencil, With love and caution - made each stroke.
"Don't you have any exam?", asked my mom, On seeing me drawing for the 3 long days... "Yes..I have... But I have to finish this work", I said. She left, leaving behind a small smile, Understanding the scenario of my side.
It was exactly 11:47pm - when I completed my work. "Not bad... Will improve for sure", a few words of self appreciation. Having completed just one chapter for my examination, It was a mere nightmare, and all I could do was just laugh, Laugh at myself for worrying about it .
A new day... New challenges... Exam got over... (No comments regarding that - as it would make this writing, A way more lengthier than what I expect) I gave her the completed work... She smiled... It all ended with "Thank you" with a gracious face
The sole purpose of being an artist was to put some smile, Through your work, words and action. It was a matter of giving up my preparation for one exam, But in the end all I had was an earnest heart ❤️
The day before yesterday, a few members of "XXX" party, Who last came in the year 2016 to our region, Came again, for the same cause - "vote campaign"
"How many voters in this house?", asked one among them To my mother - for which she said, "3". (I could hear a 17 year old champ mourning, And yes - it was me )
"Vote for our party", he said and gave rupees 1500, '500' for each vote."Our party has very good plans for women", He said. Probably he would have said "We have good plans for men", if it was my dad standing in my mother's pos.
The next day - yet another party named "YYY", Who haven't won the state assembly election since 2006, Came to our region, for the same cause. The same "500 rupees per vote", with the same policies.
I said to my mother, "whom will you vote for ?". She remained silent and said "whomsoever comes, they are going to exploit." I said yes to myself...
One who votes for the money he/she received, People call you a "Loyal" person.
April 2, 2011 - an indelible day in the lives of many souls.
India vs Srilanka - World Cup 2011 Finals at Wankhede. "The first ever ODI match in my life, which I watched fully"
The commentary begun, and I was like, "Sorry, I didn't get you. Could you repeat it (more slowly)"
The first half of the match was more or less a, Non native movie - understanding nothing. Srilanka summed up a total of "274", and my childlike thoughts started analysing- "50 overs * 6= 300 balls" "Scoring 274 of 300 is as simple as possible "
The skies turned out dark... Indian openers made their way... Curly haired man - that's how I used to mention him, In his very first over, bowled against "Viru's" leg, And all I saw was the umpire raising his hands... (Later I understood - it's LBW - Leg Before Wicket)
My brother was mourning and I had no idea on how to react. It was then this man "Gambhir" entered the field. None of us knew that he is going to be the "saviour". (The match went on with boundaries here and there) Even after the "Master Blaster's" dismissal, the little champ, Virat Kohli and Gambhir sailed the team in the path of win.
When Virat Kohli was dismissed, my brother said, "Next Yuvraj"- and this name was familiar for me, Scoring some huge runs in every innings. There came the twist, an ever cherishing moment, "Mahendra Singh Dhoni" entered the field. I don't have any idea on what made me fall for him. Wearing his helmet, with a straight forward head, Swinging the bat in the air, seemed to be the, Most perfect man for that moment.
A delight watching them play and the team was nearing the victory... Gambhir departed for 97 when we danced down the ground, ending up being bowled out, missing his century.
"4" runs to win from "11" deliveries - this equation would Stay in me, as long as I stay. It was him, MSD on strike, With Yuvi on the other side. I was having my dinner right at that moment. Kulasekara, Srilankan pacer bowled the second ball of his ninth over. We knew that it's going to be a win, but none of us expected the win to be in such a way.
"Dhoni.. Finishes off in style. A magnificent strike into the crowd! India lift the world cup after 28 years!"- Ravi Shastri screamed with elation. No sooner India won, our neighbours started bursting crackers, screaming in joy. And me, a 7 years old kid was just staring at what was happening around me.
Cricket wasn't an emotion until I witnessed this match. A few say, "Dhoni was the match winner" A few say, "Yuvraj and Gambhir and Raina were the winners" None realised that it was the effort of "MEN IN BLUE and their Coaches, including we people who supported them"
Years passed by, bringing in many changes, And here I am, who still feel the same level of goosebumps, When I watch the same old match - "India vs Srilanka"
--------- 10 years of this historical moment --------
It's mostly the things that you don't choose makes you who you are . . .Your city, your neighborhood, your family!
Detroit, america's most dangerous city. Once upon a time, this used to be the world's top city with the highest job opportunities. The automobile capital which had the most factories. Detroit had a major role in making america the world's number one country. It all seemed too good to last & it was.
It's downfall came with the black revolution of 1967. The rage of the suppressed blacks was not just towards the rulers, it was also aimed at the wealth raised amidst poverty. As the world witnessed, Detroit burned down. Michigan's pride, america's automobile manufacturing, was taken over by Germany, Japan & South korea.
Slowly, the world looked away. Factories closed down, realising that Detroit doesn't have a future. And with dreams shattered, detroit became a desert. On this parched land, only one thing had the hope of thriving . . .Crime & that flourished. As the officials turned their backs on this graveyard, gang wars & trafficking prospered. Detroit kept it's door open for illegal activities! _____________________________________________ @mirakee#mirakeewriters#mirakeeapp#cityc#mirakeeworld#ceesreposts#challenge#pod#wod#slowly
Slowly, Numbness faded Into the endlessly ticking second hand, And I grabbed my first sip Of the morning coffee Which instead of the original filter Was a black one devoid of mother's love. I got ready for my First day And entered the bustling city of population, And never ending pollution. I never knew when I stepped out And reached my destination on my own, It was that quick and rapid. But slowly I had to get the hang of it For, this is where I had to reside!
I don't know what make me write this but I just wanna thank to those people who give me hope to write more. As the days passed, I've seen a certain change in my behavior I become more happier person this is because of you guys. This app is something that inspires me and here I get to learn a lot.
_shreya_183 You're the reason I started writing......You inspired me to write and express my feelings in a beautiful manner. Thank you for your kind support.......All I want to say that, you're an amazing soul....... I'm observing you about years and your positivity that impressed me a lot, Stay Creative Senior.
isha_03 Thank you for listening my heart and stupidity......And tolerating my every dumb act. Sending lots of amor to you. You know what, you are like a mermaid who is different from other mermaids, this mermaid don't scare to show her trueself to people. You've great imagination. Keep Imagining and Achieving.
@saloni_04 and @anirockz7 Constant support of yours make me stronger......Your write-ups are well expressed and true appreciable.....Thank you very much Akka and AB. Someday we people met and I don't know what to say that day but Shukraan for your love and kind read.
amikiddo Dadu, Your genuine conversation is what made me feel special, I can't described how blessed I feel when I talk to you. Your positive way of thinking impressed me. You're like a pearl in the ocean of world however I don't want to keep this pearl in my necklace or bracelet but I want you to be in my pleasant memories. Stay in Touch!
@kuru_yeong and @ab1415 Hey sweethearts, you speak so sweet from the bottom of your heart. Your support and appreciation makes me delighted. And Eshita di, I want to do more collaboration with you..... you're fabulous and so generous. Aakash Bhai, may god bless you with more sweetness and happiness.... you're absolutely a champ.
@blurryface__14 Bhai, there is lot to say but I am not so good in expressing feelings like you. Your write-ups are so beautiful, romantic and cute. Don't know how you can be so cool and calm.... Maintain this cause ,a man with calmness and sweetness makes his smile more beautiful, just kidding. You've a dazzling smile. Thank you!
P.S. There are many such beautiful souls I met here.....And all of them are blissful. I've composed one poem, this one is dedicating to everyone.
Today I want to talk about the most fragile phase of life which is 'Teenage'.At this stage human body undergoes many changes hormonal, physical and emotional.At this stage one must understand them & guide them rightly. "Amelia" is a fictional character here. She is feeling irritated by her family nagging at her all the time.It is highly inspired by a poem from my book.The lines in ( ) are the imagination of Amelia. I have a humble request to everyone who is a parent or an elder reading this.Please try to understand us at this point.Sometimes even we don't know what our mood is,what we're going through.I know that what parents do or say is for us but sometimes the restrictions results in a very terrific way because I've seen this in many friends.Luckily I've super great parents.A huge thanks to them.❤ Now u can read!Sorry for overwriting this ;) ___________________________________
Why are you sitting here nonchalantly? Don't you have to study? 'Go & study, Amelia'!
( There is a palace where the only person living is me with my solitude.Where nobody is stopping me from doing anything.)
Have you done your school work? Why are you not going to coaching classes today? 'Go & complete your work, Amelia'!
(There is a gorgeous butterfly flying in the sky.I am seeing myself wandering freely in butterfly's body.)
Why are you showing me temper? Change this angry behaviour. Clean this mess in your room. Everyone will think that I hassle at you.
( There is a lake infront of me which is flowing with freedom peacefully.Am I able to deliquesce in the water?)