Lucky Got Unlucky

This is a special blog. The title I chose for this blog is the citation that was addressed to me on a “Get well soon” card with a bouquet of flowers after I met with a small accident in the Year 2003. This friend of mine was feeling so bad about the whole incident and I remember his first few words were “Lucky got Unlucky”. (FYI... My nick name is Lucky :))
I was having bruise on my face, my lip was swollen, and my knees were badly hurt, though the first-aid was given to me on time. If I recall the whole incident, it was something very picturesque. That day when I reached home in such a condition, my parents were not in town, my younger sis was out for tuitions and my elder sis had just returned home after work.

I rang the bell, elder sis asked me to wait for 5 mins... so I sat on the stairs. Then she opened the door and walked away as usual, completely oblivion of my condition. I just asked her for help. And you know what she said”Oh! That was you…”

She was in the bus behind me, when I had this accident. She only heard about a girl who had fallen on the road and just wasn’t keen to catch who this girl was. She started crying and I was the one who was consoling her “Okie Sis I’m fine”.

I was literally very normal and not paranoid of the incident that took place and in fact I got up myself, checked my face in the mirror of the bike while asking the biker “Its bleeding I guess...” Aww… Let’s get back to the home, here my elder sis dialed for help to our Doctor brother… even he assured her that she is fine.

Hmm... (My younger sis is going to kill me for this...) Later my younger sis arrived home. I was sitting on the couch with my mouth covered with one hand. She asked me how come you are early today. I just removed my hand... And you know what... She was shocked and she just sat on the sofa saying “I’m feeling dizzy...” (She has a strange irrational fear when she spots blood).

I requested my sisters to not disclose this to our parents, when they returned after two days. I was in my sisters shorts… my parents teased me with my younger sister name, as I never used to wear shorts before that.

Well that is all; my friend who owned a chemist came home to inject me for preventing cure of Tetanus and with couple of other painkillers, antibiotics and strong ointments.

This is why this blog is special, because everyone contributed to the situation that is still very tender in heart.
While in pain, smelling the beautiful flowers beside me I wrote few lines that goes like...

Aura of beautiful flowers beside me;
Each petal unfolds a unique feeling,
That fills my breath invoking equally beautiful sentiment.
I’m content with bunch of angels around me,
On the sand of life unfortunate moments left imprints, making me fortunate enough.
That I’m lucky being cared tenderly.
Dare not call me unlucky,
Unlucky was the moment
That for sure will fade.
Here I’m Lucky
Lucky to have a bouquet of beautiful bunch of friends
That’s for sure will grow, glow and flourish.
Thanks for being there for me.

Net of Words

World of glory and City of fame.

Just a story to test your fate.

Optimistic survive and pessimistic just die.

Many people shout and some keep quite.

Some says its a Jack and some says bribe.

But its just the matter of penny and coin.

Its the right, which some just want and some just snatch.

Beauty to which some gives a look and some just stare.

Wave in a sea which some says high and some says just a tide.

Time which some says running fast and some says they don't have.

Some show diplomacy and some really admire.

Some says its good and some says wow!

Some people fail to achieve and some just don't try hard.

Some accept it as the fate of lines on the palm and some accept it as a failure.

Some says they don't want to bath and some says water is too chilled.

Some says they can't express and some says they are speechless.

Some says this is my goal and some says sky is the limit.

But my innocent heart can't understand that its a world of dufferless people who are experts in knitting the net of words with the realistic touch.

Its just the way to say

which is becoming the big matter of gay.

Meaning of My Name

Since my growing up years, I have had many strange experiences with my Name like with the way people perceive it, spell it and pronounce it.

I can recall almost all of them like Lovekeshna, Lokeshana,Lokeshahna, Kokeshna, Locationa, Lokeshnna..

In My grade 6th report card my name is printed as "Lovekeshna". My class teacher then, used to call me Lovekeshna and I never realized that I should ask her for a correction. The funny part is that this self interpretation of my name lands me to never pass grade 6th with name Lokeshna.

To add onto this melancholy rather a dramatic mockery, whenever I’m asked to introduce myself, the other thought that creeps into my mind is "How the other person is going to invent it this time?".

The most hilarious experience I have had when someone said “Lokesh Nath”.. I was smiling and at the back of my mind I said “yeh nath kahan se aa gaye..”. How ironic was that?

My younger sister till now teases me when she saw my name being spelled as “Kokeshna”. It wasn’t a deliberate attempt to write k inplace of L but may be the person heard it this way.

On the top of that if someone compliments you.. “wow such a unique name , what does it mean?” . Rather than correcting them I should answer them that “Even my parents are not aware of this new name then whom should I approach to tell you the meaning of my name.” sounds sarcastic because there is nothing ecstatic about it.

Irony I can’t run away with is and will always remain with me… My school mates either used to call me the sister or the girl-friend of any XYZ guy with the name "Lokesh". Oops I never had any feelings of sisterhood or a beloved for them because of this very reason. Sorry to all Lokesh I met in my life.. :)

But I should not deviate from my topic here.

Let me share the meaning of my Name so that I can defend all those claims that it’s nothing but “Na” added to “Lokesh”.

As a kid I was not even bothered if someone misspelled it. But then I was curious to know the meaning of my name. So I asked my dad.. “What does it actually mean? “ and shared the notion people have about my name.

He said, If you dissect your name into two i.e. “Lok” + “eshna”
The “eshna” means the human desire and “Lok” means the world.

Indian philosophy and the spiritual traditions have classified human desires into three groups:

1. Putreshna means the desire for progeny or to have a son(Putr in Hindi)
2. Vitteshna means the need for security, social, financial, etc. or wealth(Vitt in Hindi)
3. Lokeshna means the need for recognition, Name & fame or desire to be respected by others or the craving for and hankering after fame or popularity in people.

So “Lokeshna” means “Someone who has the name in the world”.
Whereas if we try to figure out the meaning of Lokesh it means Lord(“esh” in Hindi) of The World (“lok” in Hindi).

See such a beautiful name.

I’m glad, my parents gave me such a unique name and I owe this blog to them. Dedicated to all those people who inspired rather gave me wonderful reason to write this blog. :)

A Fairy Fantasy

Oh my sweet little heart
What dreams you want me to see?
Well, You cheated me..
I asked you to abstain me from these dreams.
But you built the entire cage and now you want me to nurture all that.
With your words full of adulation's, you finally allured me and made me to surrender gently.
And I remember.
Your tempts of offers started like.
Hey! I know there inside you resides the lass, who would run after THE FANTASIES.
Well, as your sweet adviser
Why don't you dream about your MAN? Or what if I say THE DREAM MAN.
You may find it funny.
You may laugh at me.
But this is what every young lady dreams about.
Hey! where are you?
hmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm....
so you drew in the ocean of dreams.
Well.. my work is over.
Now, you just dream about the MAN OF YOUR DREAMS.
And I remember my whole world changed.
My dreams took their own wings to fly up till the limits of eternity.
Rosy fragrance of my thoughts spread the dew in the dawn of my dreams.
Windows of my soul with all the charm, sketched the lines of imagination like the fairy tales.
A handsome build, tall dude.
Standing with his back to my face..
Turning to the front, with each second raised my anxiety as much again.
To see the face of the much awaited person.
He turned to me but what a destiny.
Why i can't see him properly?
Why is he blur?
I was surprised.. whether today only I've been complained of hyper-myopia.
But all that was just imagination which can run without breaks.
But I know that I can't portray the person even if I see him in imaginations, in dreams.
But who so ever this dude is...
I feel the feeling that is so intense that my heart will always cherish it with greatest care.
The blur face don't ask me anything, But I've lot of answers to the questions never been asked.
My encyclopedia you see?
Well, this hidden secret will play hide and seek.
But something magical
Made me feel loved
Made me to dance with his steps
Made me to swing
Made me to sing with his songs
Oh boy, where are you? Who are you?
At least show me your face.
I want to embrace
all the feelings only if they come with your grace.
Oh thanks my sweet little heart to keep me busy in his thoughts.
But fantasies will end some day.
as long as reality comes my way.
But what's the harm in building fantasies when nothing is there.
who knows what future has stored for me?
May be I will get the dude of of my dreams or may be beyond that.
But I want to love this feeling, and cherish this dream.
And love my dream man with no expectaitons in return.
But what I will get as the night of my dreams fall is the pleasure.