Essays of Variety

Sunday, October 27, 2024

Words from the Mild Mountain

It is commonly said that I am of a very grave and sombre nature, but how can this be accepted when everyone acknowledges that I echo every word? People were, they are, and they will be there to defame whoever they want. Although they are taught that they ought to get themselves rectified time and again, they never receive the lessons. They never desire to learn anything patiently. However, it feels a bit relieving to me that there are a few exceptional people who do just the opposite to the common people. Consequently, they have to become cornered by the so-called human society. Anyway, optimistically speaking, I do love resonating to the words that are born out of pure reverence and true love for me. I, too, am a part of Nature. Lots and lots of tourists come to visit me every day. I sometimes am adorned with waterfalls that glide down the valleys. Well, I am resolute enough to live in peace, because, regardless of what people think of me or speak about me, I still remain unperturbed always with a happy smile that can be visible only to those who love me and try to hear my voice. Moreover, the white snow, when it comes to meet the dazzling sunlight, feels me up with tender emotions. I smile, I shine and I sing the songs of life.

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Saturday, August 17, 2024

The Tragedy of Liberty

People call me a kite. I take great pleasure to fly high up in the sky. It is indeed gratifying to state that I emblematise liberty, yes, genuine liberty, no doubt. However, it is also to be noted that the spindle remains in someone's hand. That is to say, my liberty is under control. I know how much it pains me. Hence, I never wish anyone to be like me. My utmost agony has to linger suppressed inside the sweet coating of a lifeless smile. I am never allowed even to burst into tears.

Although I provide measureless mirth to the human beings, it must be admitted that I have to make the waste basket my final destination. Yes, human beings are cruel, too cruel, even much more than the beasts, in some way or the other.

I can still visualise the moments I had with the kids, with their parents and with their friends.

Important to note, their friends are not so always. It may be the order of the day, but I can emphatically utter that I was, I am and I will be their true friend eternally. However, the tragedy is that mankind fail to understand the true value of a piece of diamond rather than that of a shard of glass.

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

A Doll’s Pathetic Words

Although I provide so much mirth and excitement to the children, I, after a certain point of time, am thrown away. That attachment remains no more between the kid and me. It feels painful. It feels pathetic indeed. I, too, shed so many teardrops, but, unfortunately, those drops of tears from my eyes are invisible. Once the child grows up, I remain neglected. There is no need of my time and company anymore. I have to stay ensnared in the sooty corners of a room. How ungrateful the human beings are! How can I forget the time and the memories I shared with the infant? They call me ‘a doll’ that has no life at all. The parents sometimes utter to their children, “Why do you waste your time so stupidly with your dolls?” I laugh silently; yes, I do, thinking how the world has become day after day. I light up the lives of the children with such happiness and sacrifice. As and when a kid gets me in its hand, its face is lit up with joy and friendship. I can hear those smiles; I can sense that cheerfulness always, even after I get thrown into the trash.

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Saturday, March 2, 2024

The Choicest Words from Chocolate

I take much pride in my utility. People purchase me as gifts to be given to their special ones. I am a witness of various moments and of various memories. Well, I feel like I am mostly loved by the children. I can be of variegated kinds, like 'dark chocolate', 'milk chocolate', 'white chocolate' and so on and so forth. I give birth to chocolate bars full of love and fantasy. Bakers seek my help to complete their cakes in a number of ways. When a birthday boy or a birthday girl cuts a cake that is made with my flavour, I never feel hurt because of that; I feel so lucky and glad instead. People melt me; they temper me; they use my essence to glaze a number of dessert items, like mousse, pudding, eclairs, pastries and many more. Truly, all these bring teardrops in my eyes, because I feel so mirthful to know that I am the reason for the others' smile, for their celebration, for their get-together, for their happy moments and for their merry life. My cup of joy overflows to know that I can be a part of almost all the best moments in each life. I add more cheer, I add more colour to the joyous days, the memories of which are saved in an album. What is most conspicuous to me is that I open the ceremony that is concluded in an album. Maybe, I sound a bit boastful, but who can deny that I hold the loveliest moments of a life?

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Friday, February 23, 2024

Candid Confessions of a Guitar

People like listening to my melody. When one strums on me, I feel so lucky indeed, because then I get identified with Nature and with human beings. Right then, I feel as if I am used to bridge up the gap between them. I never imagined as well that I can be the source of everybody’s entertainment, mirth and lingering happiness. They say that music is the one and only companion never shunning anyone. Do you know what the most important side in this regard is? It is the fact that I can be a part of it. I can be of manifold kinds like bass guitar, lead guitar and so on and so forth. Still, no one can deny that all of my kinds are used for the same purpose, that is, music. Moreover, I feel too glad, for sure, as and when I recall that I am one of the reasons of the birth of a number of musical artists. People utilise me for therapy also. Well, I must admit that when my strings are touched with a plectrum, I feel as if it is magic, pure and sweet magic, for certain. Then, I find myself worthy enough to live as an entity in this universe. However, while learning how to play on me, the novices, most of the time, get prone to scar their fingers; still, they take utmost delight in this regard thinking that a few scars can be endured for the sake of learning music and spreading the message everywhere.

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Thursday, February 22, 2024

A Few Words from the Rainbow

I add divine hues to the sky. People look at me in amazement. Sometimes, I can overhear them saying, "How colourful and how beautiful the rainbow is!" Yes, I will never deny that their words do make me feel a bit proud of myself. Wait! That's not the end at all. I may feel proud, but that's momentary indeed. The act of entertaining people is my be-all-and-end-all. I probably sound to justify myself, right? Well, I feel as if I'm a part of heaven as and when the little children feel regaled at my sight. Their mirth and their astonishment fill me up with joy. My cup of gladness does overflow. They say as if they find a friend in me. It is very gratifying when I find out that I can be the reason for their merriment and their smile. People say that I have seven colours that are actually abbreviated with the acronym of 'VIBGYOR'. What does this acronym mean? Let me answer, "Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange and Red". As and when you look at me, I can ascertain that you shall find that I am a natural painting untouched by any human hand. According to science, I'm an example of the dispersion of light. The droplets of rain are the secret of my timeless beauty.

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