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

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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!

AN OPEN SECRET

 

You are a secret
So difficult to hide;
You appear unapologetically
In my unconscious smile,
Without any subtlety
You just betide!
And when they stare at me
In disbelief,
I catch you dancing there
On my lips!
So I send you back
To my core;
But incorrigible that you are
You sneak in my eyes now
And light it up with a sparkling shine;

 
And this time when they
Question me,
You dab my cheeks
In red and pink!

 

MOULIKA DANAK

Now That You’re Gone…

Now that you are gone,

I don’t know where I belong;

We have lived a fantasy,

We have been a rhapsody;

It is all but my wallow now

And I’ll live with them- each broken vow!

We have had the time of our lives

But now I see you strive

To move away far-

Farther than you already are!

 

Here, I set you free

Of our talking-spree,

The merriment and glee,

Of what I called ‘our-little-infinity’,

Of me…

Yeah, now, you can just be!

 

We are no more us,

You ripped away our nexus

Into pieces of our memories and my pain,

From which your vanity will abstain.

You went away, and,

Took along with you, my rainbow;

Now I look into abyss of these passing morrows

To come in afresh someday, and,

Wipe off your traces- all gray!

 

Yet there’s no denying,

Oh yes, only, my heart melting,

Million times a day

Every time I say-

“Now that you are gone,

I don’t know where I belong!”

 

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

Oh, Silly You!

Of all the people I know,

Your nothingness is more meaningful to me than their substantiality,

Your silence way cosy than my conversations with them,

Your absence more prominent compared to their presence,

Your flaws far beautiful than their perfections!

Yet you wonder if I love you?!

-Moulika Danak