Just...

Just:

Calm beneath the Stormy Sea 

Hurricane in the battlefield  

Most mysterious star in the galaxy

Black swan among the bevy of white swans

Made of a believing heart & a strong mind

An invictus soul...

She has infinite shades  'But'  Not for Everyone 

Not everyone can see the Real Her 

Not everyone can see Her Dark Sides  

Not everyone can see Her Unhealed Scars

Not anyone can conquer her.

-  This after I read "invictus"  by William earnest henley

Walk of life.... Continued ....

Have you ever imagined a valley around  sky high green mountains... where summers be like.. fresh air breezing around... river flowing down the mountain and birds chirping in clear blue sky and pleasant weather with sun shining bright .. people wearing bamboo hand knitted hats and working on vedant farms..!!  Rains be like clouds all over the valley and if you climb a li'll on any hill you can actually have clouds floating as if served in a plate to you.. ( I always wonder how clouds would taste 😯 well.. they look yum !! 😍 )  and winters ah well they are chilling cold but if you get a cozy shelter and a cup of hot chocolate, you are saved !!

                                                                                     

Here is a glimpse of my school in Itanagar.

Yes this is exactly how the Nirunjuli is .. a small town in the land of Dawn-Lit Mountains. People here mostly trace their origin to Tibeto-burman community and the only obvious thing i can say about them is... they are polar.. either they love you accept you and allow you in their heart or they just consider you from a different tribe and keep a "dao (local word for sharp big knife) on you".. :P 

  A usual "Nyishi"at work carrying "Dao"

Well as i grew up my life i'd assume much like yours, has been anything but tidy...

We used to shift in every 3-4 year, And hence I got chances to start over more than once,  so i tried experimenting with everything since i considered all is temporary. Ain't this exactly what all of us wants ? :P we all want to experiment with new things and leave old things with time as they get messy with time..,  we all crave new beginnings... 

Home for me was not a walled cage with doors and windows but it was "us".. the people i was living with and the feeling of being with my owns.. when i wanted a private space I never went to a four walled cemented closet with your favorite curtains on it.. my solitude was in laying head on my mom's lap and pour my heart out..and there I grew, I grew from lass to a dame. 

Neah...this ain't as shiny as it sounds.. gloomy part to it is when i see two friends who've shared their crayons in playgroup who've solved jigsaw puzzle in a team who've shared the same football team in high school who've shared there teacher crush in primary classes  whose fight started with not sharing food in playgroup to crush over same girl in graduation, who know every detail of the people living in surrounding since they have been living in the same woods from the time they were born. where I was not certain about sharing next winter with same people. When i have to ask a person and know his favorite color or food choice the other people have stories behind how they know these kinda info. Well then this is slightly sad part of the happy tale

Here's a lyrical terse of it:

Faces might change but not hearts, Culture might change and so the art..

Adore the love and warmth you get..as it stays there forever..you be close or apart !! :) :) :P 

😜  Congratulations ! You just survived a doggerel ! 

Hehe well moving forward.. now the jejune had to face the phantom world, true are the words from a wise man who quoted "you always remember the weirdest things life has shown" 

Suneev chutiya..  that's the name of my school captain in Arunachal. Sounds funny?? yeah.. couldn't help laughing myself too :P but then yeah irony strikes you even more when you try to run away :( so the li'll chutiya brother was in my own class.. i mean seriously !!   Okay now keeping the blog uncensored and moving further... school and local kids were not very welcoming so they started putting their caucuses and indubitably I was leery enough to stand against... broke my leg thrice but then again after the darkest night rises the bright sun, so i got huge come out 😜 got support from senior gangs of school as they were friends and class fellows to my elder sis.. :P:P somewhere she's of some use to me, enough to call her Di for lifetime now :P     

Next few things I remember are accepting a race challenge from some guy and winning it to the fence of school boundary :P, slapping Alexandra and almost getting suspended for it :P , a random girl in class :P, winning junior math olympiad 😈  loosing all of my dignity in some stupid fancy dress competition where my creative mom and sister made me a fairy carrying a magic wand :| I mean when i see the pic back even i can't recall myself 

Next thing which i can recall is I got  fracture in my right ankle while giving a groovy turn to a loser after winning a challenge, which was to slip down a slide standing on one leg with no support, i know as stupid as it sounds   No i din't quit there, with this fracture i went to my history final exam and since i was not a fan of history so obviously was sneaking on other's sheet on one leg and somehow passed the exam too 😝

Then... the time came to uproot the countrified reign ! 😭 Memories were carved, friends were made... And then we moved from the eastern edge of India to its western edge..  This time to the middle of Thar Dessert .

City of 'Rao Bika' have lot of stories which'll be shared soon ;-P

"" Embrace your life, its your story..modify..redraft..improve..revise it often  ;-)  ""

Walk of Life..

Travelling.. packing.. moving to new places.. not by passion or hobby but a quotidian..this was pretty much my life.. I am an army kid :) 

When we tell stories of how we have been to almost every part of India, it sounds amusing and I would be lying if I say it's not..!! 

Here it is in words..

I was born in Jammu and Kashmir when Siachen was almost a done deal, but this deal was never operationalised b'coz Indian political leadership developed cold feet though the Pakistan's army cheif general Ashfaq Pervez Kayani offered a proposal that met India's demands,since the avalanche earlier this year was on the pakistani side and killed more than 100 soldiers and civillians. Narsimha Rao was PM India then and BJP's campaign against Babri masjid was in high gear so Siachen quickly recended from government's list of priorities.

              Well while all this was happening I was finally coming out of my mom's womb after 10 months :P Yeah!! may be I felt more comfortable there so I stayed for a li'll longer :P  Before I could gain enough senses we shifted from jammu to Silchar the "Island of Peace" as said by Indira Gandhi as otherwise disturbed Northeast, a city situated at banks of Brahamaputra river. 

There I started my Pre-school days, being a two and a half year old all I can remember is our school was somewhere between green hills and we stayed in GREF headquarters, greatest perk of being in force is you get to stay in some awesome green and beautiful campuses, so we were safe to play outdoor games in campus though I remember getting locked inside a water tank once by a local labor who was drunk in evening and i was playing out in campus, he was then beaten up to death almost by my dad and later he apologized and begged for his job back to dad..i don't remember more of this story neither do i remember any of my classroom memories from there :P (I wonder if I have attended any or not :P) while i do remember the school playground which was at a steep between two hills and the Mary-Go-Round there used to be my favvv swing :P I remember fighting with a lot of kids coz I never used to vacate my place while others used to come and go by turn. (may be I started following all those luminaries who says "Do What You Love" at a very young age :D )

My nonage could create this li'll omnibus shelve of memories in Silchar and we shifted to most northeastern state of India which shares international border with Bhutan in west, Myanmar in east and China in north with most disputed McMohan Line, land of Dawn-Lit mountains.. Orchid State of india.. and Paradise of Botanist.. yeah you guessed it right.. we shifted to Arunachal Pradesh and the callow again had to fight for settling up at new place making new friends which was not much difficult as I was getting good at this gradually...

                                                                                                                                   People there mostly trace their origins to Tibeto-Burman community, with all this there is a lot more to write... can't wait that long.. so sharing it unfinished :-P ..will share the later part soon ;-) <3 

                                  "" The Secret is to live a Story ;-) ""