Beauty ain't skin deep !

Dragging my feet, still revelling in my own sweet world, it was only when the super chilling water fell on my face that I realised I slipped from my dream slot. 'Oh, what a beautiful dream it was'. She was the princess anyone for that matter would envy, a beauty any charming prince would aspire to have. A grace which any opulence can never match. A heaven where nothing is at stake. Everything you name and its there. Lovely ! Is nt it? Beauty as in exact dictionary words.
Alas, only to realise it was just a dream.

Getting rid of my vertigo, after savouring the aroma of the filter coffee, the mind-ignited told me 'Hey, hold on..it aint so bad, things around you and those that happen to you are even more beautiful '. Really? How do we seek beauty !

Its in the new hope with which we get up everyday and the very hope that gives us something to look forward to..

Its in the green reflection of the drop falling off the leaves..

Its in the little pup who comes to you wagging his tail everytime..

Its in the passing thought when you finished your newspaper thinking
'what if you were to be a politician running this country '..

Its in the smile the old neighbour bestows on you every morning when you leave your house..

Its in the eyes of the intense gaze of the baby you saw in your sister's lap..

Its in the nod of your head in sync with your favourite tune whenever you hear it on the go..

Its in the triumphant moment when u did the most stupid thing and no1 looked at it..

Its in the little breaks you look for ,to hold on to the gossip and stuff..

Its in the cheerful hug you give your buddy , when you meet after ages..

Its in the powerful hold of your dad when he pats your back n says 'things
ll be alright'..

Its in the vacation you get after toiling for that grueling exam..

Its in the mindless argument you have with your friend , jus to end up laughing in the end..

Its in the never ending harmless teasing you do and beaming a sheepish smile that you were at your creative best..

Its in the tears you shed when you dint know the reason why..

Its in the conversation you had with yourself when watching the lovely waves on the shore..

Its in the deserving sleep you look forward to when the next day is a holiday..


Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and in the heart of simple beings. Only if we know how to look for it.
Infact.., its in the very ugliness which makes beauty look more beautiful !

Atop the high Mast

A tense atmosphere bubbling with excitement, curious of the results, gathered to experience the history gets stiffened by the clear cut numbers. T minus 5, T minus 4, T minus 3, T minus 2, T minus 1 and then...The countdown stirs up any sleeping soul. Few seconds worth aeons of accomplishments and toiling, more like a cameo. A rare privilege to see the marvelous , one of the best engineering wonders, the vehicle with magnanimity,the ROCKET soar up into the sky. Up, up and above.The roar, upheaval and the applause deafens the senses. The rich trail of fumes resemble a skillful painter drawing a line against the tranquil blue background of the sky. Tracing the line, the eyes are lit up until it strains to see the huge structure becoming a dot and you are very much convinced that it reached the abode of god. A poignant situation and the feet is freezed. Heart racing and the brain is still contemplating the experience. Gleaming with pride accompanied by the tears of joy, you come back to the earthly place.

Things are going fine. But fate had its hand impinged to lead the destination to the road of perdition. The mission failed to do what it was meant for. The sadness is inexplicable. The doom spreads. For some, its the failure of decade long efforts and for the others its the loss of resources. Its like seeing your baby being washed away into the turbulent water and you stand there helpless and hopeless.

Trying to digest the loss, when you start thinking, some truth prevails to help you deal with it. With the failure comes the challenges. Those who think it was just a prodigal effort, can never comprehend the prudent decisions, activities and the sweat of the folks who have worked on it. Only time can come up with an answer. Success is good, but failure is not bad. It makes you more strong to retort and strike back. It reveals the things which were overlooked and the theories that were taken for granted. You always learn a bit more with failure. Still we always crave for the coveted throne and so continues our journey to reach for it. If not anything, for me, it was nothing less than what they call a TRYST.

REVELATIONS:

Why do I see some eyes light up when I say the word “SCIENTIST”??!! It often comes up with a rush of mixed feelings ranging from awe to surprise, nerdiness to intelligence, exciting to boring. Here is an attempt to provide an insight into this peculiar world.
If you were wondering that if science is an inexhaustible stream of wonders, well , thats true. But here is an edited version of the truth. It surely is not a whirlwind dance of excitement. Infact, most of the times it’s a journey through a dim maze of deadends. You stare at the same thing for years together and you are not even sure in the end, if you are looking at the right thing. These mind numbing tasks call in for oodles of patience. There is frustration, bureaucracy and even fear of just ending up with a bad coffee. Its drudgery combined with pain staking efforts of using your grey cells.
Then, what is it, that keeps them going? Maybe they find a stimulus running through their nerves igniting their minds to do these herculean tasks. Or maybe they are just able to find a window at every deadend. Either they find it magical enough to instruct their wands as required or just find themselves elated to a clan of extreme beings. I have no clue, whatsoever.
Maybe, even boredom lies very much in the eyes of the beholder. Facing the facts, that not everyone is chosen for the highest honours or even bare recognition, most of them are infact just carried away into the obscurity. Some of the experiments outlive YOU to be even able to see the results of your thinktank. I wish to pay tribute to the truly heroic figures, who have pushed back the boundaries of boredom and fighting through all odds have broken through to the sunlit uplands of scientific revelation (or even not). For me, in some sense, they are the champions of the most popular discipline of scientific tedium.
P.S: Are you wondering if I belong to one of these? Hell NO, there is always a constant fear of not living upto the very word .