The Art of Doing Nothing!

It takes a bunch of leave letters, dozens of permissions, and  a couple of projects more than the routine pile to snatch that right to vacation and head straight home. And all this stress to attend a family function or visit that similar spot where all your folks meet every year or to take a trip, spend a fortune, come back tired and dull? Sad! All these vacation plans of yours might be fun at times but trust me it is not a ‘break’. You don’t take a break from your normal routine so that you can go labour at some other stuff which is quite not worth the toil that you intake round-the-year. You take a break that serves as nothing but a BREAK. Or, call it doing nothing which by the way is hell lot contradictory to its meaning.

Have you ever come across a man walking by the beach eating his farm-fresh carrot or just lying on the grass under the sky? He does nothing and that nothingness is ditching the clock and doing what he feels like doing and not escaping or postponing what needs to be done.

This ‘doing nothing’ break is sure not difficult but absolutely more interesting than it sounds. It is not one of those days when you get an unexpected off and you rot in front of TV like a couch potato. It is one such break where you ignore all the chores that need your attention deliberately with not a dot of guilt to stain your hiatus. It is about ruining your routine with pleasure. It is like treating your place as a farm-house. Waking up at odd hours, taking long showers, living all the while in your PJs, moving in that worn out yet comfy slip-on, having cookies for lunch and cornflakes for supper, forgetting the day and the date or even the month if you can, answering the door-bell only if you feel like getting up, experimenting a recipe from Google if you want to play a chef, painting the pots even if you suck at it, going out for a midnight walk without deciding on route and duration, falling asleep with a popcorn tub on your lap and book on your face, watching sitcoms all day long and trying to balance the number of seasons with the ice-cream tubs; like not caring enough about what next. It has to be a break from your regular activities. It is a clubbed set of many little things that you do back-to-back subtly that when asked “what are you doing” you would smile and say “nothing”!

 

-Moulika Y Danak

Misplacing the Mains

Sometimes it’s only about misplacing your mains; like having some very right expectations from the wrong people. If you figure out it as sun, do not expect it to shine at night.
You know how a marigold can’t grow in a rose plant, right?! And us humans, sometimes we are like those marigolds, never going to appear, in someone’s rose plant!
But what’s saddening yet funny is that some of us wait on the Daffodils, all our life!

That Beautiful Instance!

As I went on talking to her,
about you and your whetted behaviour,
She looked past me,
I turned back and saw thee.
With a smile that seemed gay,
You gave me a cold in May.
So, you knew it all this time?!
I gave that away in mime!
But how could I care,
‘Cause next, we were walking hand-in-hand;
In a people occupied lane,
In the world that knows me well.
Yet I walked like ’twas just the two of us
That comprised
of this world.
No questions asked,
No doubts resolved,
We simply kept walking down the lane;
because your presence was yet completely to be inhaled
And that made all my complaints and pain look so trivial then!
I was so in the moment and wallowed.
Ah, you came like a wind,
stayed like a zephyr
And went away like a storm, as if it was all a dream!
Leaving me perplexed and vexed,
Clueless if we even have a next!
I was scared
I yelled.
Yet deep down happy,
I woke up!
Alas, it was indeed a dream!

MOULIKA DANAK

Let’s Talk Dark!

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We can talk about the sky that looks so much better in a blue hued shade and how beautiful a breaking dawn is! But that I’d know already, without you telling me. So, why not talk about, whether you feel intimidated by those constantly gazing little innumerables in the dark sky, or if you get sick of the lush green areas that gradually become too green a sight for your eyes to take in ?!
Bright side is incandescent; gets noticed someway or the other. Let’s talk dark!