A night under the Moon

            Standing in the balcony, looking towards moon-light and getting more deeper into love with the golden reflection coming from it tonight. It is the beauty of this moon which comes only few days in month. But once we look into it, we do not want to close our eyes. No matter which season it is or what all events happening in this world, it always shine in sky with the same calmness and spreads light to get rid of the darkness after the sunset. I still wonder, how can something exist in this universe which is so calm, peaceful and beautiful like this. It does not want anything in return, but giving us so many lessons to be learned from it by spreading its beauty all over the world with the same dignity since centuries.

When I look back in my childhood, then still remember those nights at which I used to sleep on the roof (especially in summer and rainy seasons) in my village and used to look silently towards moon for hours with my constant eyes. We can not stop looking towards the chase-game between the moon and the clouds of rainy season. Sometimes it is getting into clouds with a higher speed as if it is going to collide with those clouds which are coming towards it, and then coming  back in the silent sky from the same clouds as if it has won a war. It was giving much more pleasure those days by playing games with the clouds than the unreal games which we play on our computers now a days.

I am standing in the balcony of my flat, with a laptop leaning on the wall and still looking towards moon. There are many other things which are currently going through my mind. Some of these are with great memories of my life and it is making me smile, some of these are regarding worries of this life which are related to responsibilities and liabilities. But at this moment, none of these thoughts can be greater than the feeling which I am getting from this beautiful angel named as Moon. 

In last two days, I have traveled a lot to see and learn about this state 'Punjab'. I have decided to get rid of my emptiness by exploring all the historical and tourist places which are  nearby. Yesterday, I went to Patiala to see some forts and old palaces of its Kingdom. I traveled in a bus so that I can see the things which are on the way of Chandigarh to Patiala. After a journey of almost 2 hours, I got down from the bus into a new city where I wanted to come since a long time, as there are some people or things which I have known for last 6 to 7 years, but never got a chance to meet them. 

In Patiala, there are many places which attract the tourists. I roam around the various streets and roads of this city and saw some amazing things. First of all, I went to see the Old palace 'Quila Mubarak'. This old palace has now be taken under the government of India. There is a museum inside of it which is full of things related to its kingdom. There are some areas of this fort which are closed for visitors, hence i couldn't see much things apart from museum, guns and it's huge walls.

Then I went near another palace named as 'Sheesh Mahal'. There is a palace inside a large compound of it. There is also a very large pond but has no water inside. This palace has also same stories as above and have nothing much to say about it.

After visiting above two forts, I went into a famous temple of Goddess Kaali. This temple is known as Kali Mata Mandir of Patiala. People say, if you wish something from true heart, then the goddess fulfill it. I am also a human being and have also some wishes. I don't know whether my heart is true or not, but I too wished something here. After visiting this temple I entered into a mall which is in front of it and then after some time, I returned to the city where I stay.

Today I explored some of the places of Mohali and Chandigarh. I went into the Gurudwara and temple of Mohali and then enjoyed shopping in busy markets of Chandigarh.

After all, I am home and still in the balcony, looking towards moon, listening songs,  clicking pictures of moon with my Blackberry and writing all these things.

                                                                                               By: Sachidanand, Chandigarh.

        

Rain at a dark night

               After returning from the office, I found a little emptiness around me(in the flat too) as everybody else had gone to meet their dearest-one for a 3 days holiday. It gets difficult sometimes to be alone and you have nobody to talk. The darkness of night gives different kind of feelings. Sometimes it makes me cry by thinking about the people to whom I loved most have left me completely alone,  sometimes I get afraid of unknown reason, sometimes I feel as if someone is standing behind, hence I close the door and get into the bed. Its dark night and one can hear nothing except the noise of dogs barking outside. I don't know what to write. I just know, writing will help quenching my unknown thirst. But I have became addicted of this loneliness, as on every weekend have to face same situation after all of my flatmates are gone to their home. We don't know who we are, or for what reason we have born. We feel so bored in our own place. So we can not just sit alone. This emptiness doesn't allow us to spend time with ourselves quietly. Our heart always need someone else.

I started thinking about those days with which I have gone through in last few months or years. I thought of people who encouraged me to achieve my dreams. And hence they became the best part of my life. They helped in every minutes of my life after I lost my parents.  I got their shoulder whenever I needed to cry on, to lean on as they came into my life in the form of friends and family.  I also thought of the people who used to show as I am a part of their family, just for their own benefits. They have used me as long as they needed me for their own selfish acts, and now they have stopped opening their doors after I ring the doorbell, as if I no longer exist. It hurts a lot. But I have learned from them, "If it doesn't open, It's not your door." At some point of times, you just cant forget about the best part of any relationships which made us smile at least for few moments.

I also thought of the girl (from my office), to whom I have started to like after knowing some best parts of her. I think, she is the one about whom I was  always dreaming. I have dreamed of a woman who writes about what-ever she feels. Who uses her fingers to turn into stories, novels, poems, books and many things apart from it. And there she is. She writes!! She writes about her feelings in the blogs, in her personal diary. Oh my angel. Where have you been for this much longer period of time. I was always waiting for you and will wait until the last breath of my life.  

    Today, after a long while I am converting my feelings into words when going with the same situation after I returned from my work-place. Sometimes when we are lonely and we have none to talk to, we feel like talking to ourselves. So to get rid of this emptiness, I went near the balcony so that I can get in touch with fresh air coming from the mountain side, and to change my feelings about evening which always bites more painfully than a scorpion. May be, we have friends in outside world and even have someone special who lives there too. But, they are not here when I need them most. Everybody is busy with their own work or people. We know all the people around us and we know their good qualities as-well-as the bad things, but the fact is we are very unknown to ourselves.

But, I am totally surprised, as in the middle of this summer, it was raining outside! Ohh my god!! It was only few drops of rain initially which made my heart-beats romantic. I felt happiness from inside after looking at them. I started singing some old rainy songs which I used to listen in my childhood. I felt as this killer evening is turning into a beautiful night. Hence, I started to think that why don't I write something about this beautiful night which is coming slowly. It will hug me in the beautiful darkness of it and let me get into dreams just after few hours.

It always gives pleasure when we think about present. Hence, I am thinking of the great man who said, "Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is Mystery, Today is a GIFT.That's why they call it Present !"

                                                              By: Sachidanand, Chandigarh.