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Bijal Shah is a vibrant girl who appreciates art in all its forms. Writing blogs has been fulfilling and an extension of her expression. Her intrigue leads her to dabble into various things as she firmly believes that learning is a lifelong process which merely changes forms. Travelling, gastronomy and painting are always in tow as she humours her way in search of new horizons.

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I am tempted to introduce these cats that form a unique quartet. They strive for things that would normally not matter to most. They are worth a mention for being ferocious in their own right and continue enriching their lives alongside others; for there’s no stopping them in becoming better versions of themselves. They intend to make life every bit meaningful and instead of searching the purpose, make it a purpose. No one can defy their guts or challenge their beliefs, or you’d get the same response in four different ways – each expression a distinct style, perfected and pronounced over time.

 

Part 1

The reasons have deviated from what they set out to achieve initially, but they have all converged on the same truth which has become synonymous to their being. Beware before challenging their thinking, logic, reasoning for you may find yourself cornered and battered. These fabulous four belong to a different discipline, which is probably the only other common denominator. Their weekly meets are in blue uniforms, yet the mood is more of fun and fashion, of mental stimulation and caffeine endorsed mornings. They patiently breathe, waiting, till it’s time to purr out their hearts in expression through words, depiction through action, and intensity laced with madness.

It makes one curious to reflect on their uncommon backgrounds and personal journeys till date. So it is obvious to question how these individuals managed to enclose themselves in that four walled room of thoughts with such dominatingly distinct ideas. The room looks limiting in bringing them together, but turns out liberating to their beings. The sense and nonsense swap places in no time, because a profound reflection can at any time turn into giggles and draw questionable looks. You guessed it right, they all celebrate these random bursts of infinite and stuff their brains with raw emotion and memories. Anybody would love their take on life, for they paint it a different shade every day.

The girl with the lotus eyes and rosy lips sings her lines in tones of silk. She demands rapt attention, so that her soothing sound doesn’t get lost on ears. It is magical to see the serenity on her face which hides umpteen ripples beneath. Her connection with God is one of beauty, easy to understand, difficult to decipher. She embraces everything with the same warmth, as she sashays down the aisles in her flowing gowns.

Then there’s another, at whom you’d look, turn back and look again. Her deceptive smile and dual names get you for sure. She plays both roles with suave, but the mischief in her laughter gives her away. She beckons you with her mysterious looks as she stands in awe of herself. When she stands tall with all her might, her love for herself becomes envious. One needs to step back and re-evaluate her femininity, for she is Damini and Gaj Gamini in one.

The third one finds no meaning in her name; lest she care two hoots. She has many more important things to dwell on and many observations to reflect. She has made it her religion to educate others with her wealth of consciousness. On a mission she is, of her own, and no one should try imitating her. Her truth is far superior and pious and nothing would live up to her honesty. She is born for the larger good and thank God she recognizes that! Her inexhaustible energy can never be tapered or trapped, only channelized to be shared.

The fourth one is on a different tangent all together. She cannot think far, nor can she plan. Overthinking bores her and unpredictability exhilarates her. She loves to dabble in whatever catches her fancy. But remember, she is way too deep than her frivolous ways. Immense affection within, her survival is hinged on hugs. You simply can’t overlook the ear to ear grin and twinkling eyes every time you greet. This most participative one acts brave with her booming voice, but believe me when I say; she breathes well on oxygen mingled with love.

So, to oversee these tamed wild ones is the head of this quadruple, the official stamp, the emery board that chipped away to polish and help them shine. Regular vocabulary will shy and abscond before attempting to describe her. Her vivaciousness manages to bring it out in the rest. She is the instigator and the balancer. At times she joins the brigade, many times though, ends up regulating instead. She is the reason, that common denominating factor, which brings these girlies together. It is most intriguing to see the layers come off week after week, but new skin replenishes with as much fervor. She is the soothing balm and the refreshing cream. Those protégés love her; if only she knew!!

 

Part II

Today they assemble at the same place at the same time, waiting to be dished out new agendas to be followed. The uncertainty and the depth of the task always is overwhelming at first, but it titillates and induces a blood rush, swaying their minds for what needs to be accomplished. They sit in their assigned chairs and take charge of what is designated to be the start of the meeting. They open their volumes of chronological events, a few bookmarked for evaluations and improvisations. The much awaited head though, walks in with a different breeze. They sense divergence in her gait, a heavy air that seeps in with a whiff through the door. It has been a beautiful journey so far, one that was of a lifelong association; never to be melted in time. With such security comes authority of ownership, no one can take it away from them. It is sublime. What was so disturbing that wasn’t meeting the eye? They continue revelling in denial, but it all comes to a crude halt; with her opening statement.

We will have to bring a draw to our meetings. We can no longer continue this because I have been given an offer I am compelled to consider. It is time I stop closing doors on possibilities and progress. The unfortunate thing is that I cannot include you in it. As difficult as it may sound, remember it tore my heart too in opting for it. I fear my loss will be much greater in the end. But I simply cannot turn a blind eye to the inevitable. This is an opportunity at growth, at building. For how long will I nurture on love and survive on things that are rewarding? I will have to get out of my comfort zone, even at the cost of my mental being. I have enjoyed this too much; but at the same time I am sure you will perform quite well in taking it forward on your own. Each of you possess a burning fire in your bellies and are beyond my mentoring. I have a lot of faith in your abilities, which are far from disappointment. So just spread your wings and fly, charter miles and soar high on your own. I will not miss a movement, not an inkling, for I assure you of my presence in spirit and strength. You are welcome to knock on my door and find me waiting on the other side. Go my little birdies, explore the world unknown.

They stop dead in their tracks, as they are asked to abandon everything they have, everything they have built upon. It is too late to retrace the steps, to undo the done, there is only one way – forward; they plead; to no avail. In the face of this challenge, they are shattered within; suddenly vary with the guilt of pleasure and exposed. In the depth of their minds they are aware of her capabilities and know how they have been undermined so far. She has just not put herself ahead of others. It is about time she gets her due for all that she is and can be; but not for too long. They cannot be forgotten that easily.

They want to look out for that roving eye that brought them this tragedy. Why was it so difficult for anyone to see them happy? They believed they had enough strength amongst them to ward off any evil; almost like Charlie’s Angels. Then why was this unnerving thing happening? Who had gotten away with such finesse that it didn’t so much as pinch before forming wounds? What could be more important than what they had? They have to give her far more important reasons to reconsider, to the point that it all becomes worthwhile.
The quadruplet gets flung in four quarters. With their compass lost there’s no sense of direction, no monitoring of their existence. The cheer is replaced by the gloom of a silent night.

Can there be such an abrupt and inappropriate end to so much potential? Another oath needs to be taken for they will not take this lying low. They will fight their own battles, till they lose the last drop, but to give away with any ease. They are the Devis and the time is ripe to remind. Nobody can cease their incessant flow, corrupt their minds, capture their power or mar their spirit. They will rise, once again, above the rest, much above. You will not see the crown on their heads or the tigers they ride, but believe me, they will be victorious in reclaiming their territory. Their description is the prescription, because they are the esprit de corps.

I am tempted to introduce these cats that form a unique quartet. They strive for things that would normally not matter to most. They are worth a mention for being ferocious in their own right and continue enriching their lives alongside others; for there’s no stopping them in becoming better versions of themselves. They intend to make life every bit meaningful and instead of searching the purpose, make it a purpose. No one can defy their guts or challenge their beliefs, or you’d get the same response in four different ways – each expression a distinct style, perfected and pronounced over time.

The reasons have deviated from what they set out to achieve initially, but they have all converged on the same truth which has become synonymous to their being. Beware before challenging their thinking, logic, reasoning for you may find yourself cornered and battered. These fabulous four belong to a different discipline, which is probably the only other common denominator. Their weekly meets are in blue uniforms, yet the mood is more of fun and fashion, of mental stimulation and caffeine endorsed mornings. They patiently breathe, waiting, till it’s time to purr out their hearts in expression through words, depiction through action, and intensity laced with madness.

It makes one curious to reflect on their uncommon backgrounds and personal journeys till date. So it is obvious to question how these individuals managed to enclose themselves in that four walled room of thoughts with such dominatingly distinct ideas. The room looks limiting in bringing them together, but turns out liberating to their beings. The sense and nonsense swap places in no time, because a profound reflection can at any time turn into giggles and draw questionable looks. You guessed it right, they all celebrate these random bursts of infinite and stuff their brains with raw emotion and memories. Anybody would love their take on life, for they paint it a different shade every day.

The girl with the lotus eyes and rosy lips sings her lines in tones of silk. She demands rapt attention, so that her soothing sound doesn’t get lost on ears. It is magical to see the serenity on her face which hides umpteen ripples beneath. Her connection with God is one of beauty, easy to understand, difficult to decipher. She embraces everything with the same warmth, as she sashays down the aisles in her flowing gowns.

Then there’s another, at whom you’d look, turn back and look again. Her deceptive smile and dual names get you for sure. She plays both roles with suave, but the mischief in her laughter gives her away. She beckons you with her mysterious looks as she stands in awe of herself. When she stands tall with all her might, her love for herself becomes envious. One needs to step back and re-evaluate her femininity, for she is Damini and Gaj Gamini in one.

The third one finds no meaning in her name; lest she care two hoots. She has many more important things to dwell on and many observations to reflect. She has made it her religion to educate others with her wealth of consciousness. On a mission she is, of her own, and no one should try imitating her. Her truth is far superior and pious and nothing would live up to her honesty. She is born for the larger good and thank God she recognizes that! Her inexhaustible energy can never be tapered or trapped, only channelized to be shared.

The fourth one is on a different tangent all together. She cannot think far, nor can she plan. Overthinking bores her and unpredictability exhilarates her. She loves to dabble in whatever catches her fancy. But remember, she is way too deep than her frivolous ways. Immense affection within, her survival is hinged on hugs. You simply can’t overlook the ear to ear grin and twinkling eyes every time you greet. This most participative one acts brave with her booming voice, but believe me when I say; she breathes well on oxygen mingled with love.

So, to oversee these tamed wild ones is the head of this quadruple, the official stamp, the emery board that chipped away to polish and help them shine. Regular vocabulary will shy and abscond before attempting to describe her. Her vivaciousness manages to bring it out in the rest. She is the instigator and the balancer. At times she joins the brigade, many times though, ends up regulating instead. She is the reason, that common denominating factor, which brings these girlies together. It is most intriguing to see the layers come off week after week, but new skin replenishes with as much fervor. She is the soothing balm and the refreshing cream. Those protégés love her; if only she knew!!

Today they assemble at the same place at the same time, waiting to be dished out new agendas to be followed. The uncertainty and the depth of the task always is overwhelming at first, but it titillates and induces a blood rush, swaying their minds for what needs to be accomplished. They sit in their assigned chairs and take charge of what is designated to be the start of the meeting. They open their volumes of chronological events, a few bookmarked for evaluations and improvisations. The much awaited head though, walks in with a different breeze. They sense divergence in her gait, a heavy air that seeps in with a whiff through the door. It has been a beautiful journey so far, one that was of a lifelong association; never to be melted in time. With such security comes authority of ownership, no one can take it away from them. It is sublime. What was so disturbing that wasn’t meeting the eye? They continue revelling in denial, but it all comes to a crude halt; with her opening statement.

We will have to bring a draw to our meetings. We can no longer continue this because I have been given an offer I am compelled to consider. It is time I stop closing doors on possibilities and progress. The unfortunate thing is that I cannot include you in it. As difficult as it may sound, remember it tore my heart too in opting for it. I fear my loss will be much greater in the end. But I simply cannot turn a blind eye to the inevitable. This is an opportunity at growth, at building. For how long will I nurture on love and survive on things that are rewarding? I will have to get out of my comfort zone, even at the cost of my mental being. I have enjoyed this too much; but at the same time I am sure you will perform quite well in taking it forward on your own. Each of you possess a burning fire in your bellies and are beyond my mentoring. I have a lot of faith in your abilities, which are far from disappointment. So just spread your wings and fly, charter miles and soar high on your own. I will not miss a movement, not an inkling, for I assure you of my presence in spirit and strength. You are welcome to knock on my door and find me waiting on the other side. Go my little birdies, explore the world unknown.

They stop dead in their tracks, as they are asked to abandon everything they have, everything they have built upon. It is too late to retrace the steps, to undo the done, there is only one way – forward; they plead; to no avail. In the face of this challenge, they are shattered within; suddenly vary with the guilt of pleasure and exposed. In the depth of their minds they are aware of her capabilities and know how they have been undermined so far. She has just not put herself ahead of others. It is about time she gets her due for all that she is and can be; but not for too long. They cannot be forgotten that easily.

They want to look out for that roving eye that brought them this tragedy. Why was it so difficult for anyone to see them happy? They believed they had enough strength amongst them to ward off any evil; almost like Charlie’s Angels. Then why was this unnerving thing happening? Who had gotten away with such finesse that it didn’t so much as pinch before forming wounds? What could be more important than what they had? They have to give her far more important reasons to reconsider, to the point that it all becomes worthwhile.
The quadruplet gets flung in four quarters. With their compass lost there’s no sense of direction, no monitoring of their existence. The cheer is replaced by the gloom of a silent night.

Can there be such an abrupt and inappropriate end to so much potential? Another oath needs to be taken for they will not take this lying low. They will fight their own battles, till they lose the last drop, but to give away with any ease. They are the Devis and the time is ripe to remind. Nobody can cease their incessant flow, corrupt their minds, capture their power or mar their spirit. They will rise, once again, above the rest, much above. You will not see the crown on their heads or the tigers they ride, but believe me, they will be victorious in reclaiming their territory. Their description is the prescription, because they are the esprit de corps.

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2 Response Comments

  • Shruthi nawab20/11/2017 at 3:54 PM

    Very observant of human nature and very well translated into words.

  • Tanuj Bist21/11/2017 at 9:34 AM

    The canvas was pristine and you painted magic.

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