Time Machine

I built a time machine. And let me tell you – not an easy task! The dials go wonky, the hands refuse to sync with moon’s gravity and the batteries run out before you can even think 2050!

This was supposed to be a multi-directional machine. Forward and back. Left and right (Not including up and down as I don’t want to wake the Gods and the Devils). You fancy seeing your great-grandfather build the cabin by the lake or your future great-grandchildren pull it down to pieces? Hop on! Want to visit a parallel dimension to see how that meal would have tasted with an extra pinch of nutmeg or how that astronomy course might have changed your life? Got you covered!

To test it out, I had to choose the perfect moment to visit. I was seriously tempted to take a sneak peak into the future to see how the gamble D and I took with our lives would turn out. Or take a spin into the past when times were simple and safe. Or perhaps take a glimpse of an alternate reality where we stayed put in India.

That is pretty much when the time-machine ended up in the junkyard.

I now know I would have seen a future full of anxiety and second-guessing and frustration! Not to mention Canadian winters!! That itself would have been enough to firmly tie myself to the good ol’ climate of Pune. But would those stolen moments of the future done justice to the depth of my journey getting here? I am guessing no. My present tells me more about my future than the actual future; without my present, I have no future.

There is no moment I would rather be in than my present, exactly the way it is Рcrudely packaged with mistakes and lessons and bursts of brilliance. 

My curiosity refuses to go back to sleep though. It keeps wanting to know! I am smart enough to not try to interpret the predictions of Nostradamus but neither am I so sophisticated that I won’t do those cheesy prediction tests on the internet ūüėÄ Hey! If I am destined to be a travel guide in Prague then there is always hope right??

I feel like I am forever trying to strike a deal with time – Don’t tell me the answers, but give me the four options!¬†Or a teaser pack if you will. A movie trailer of my life with cool background music doesn’t sound so bad!

I play with online prediction tests while I resist the call to salvage the time-machine.


What would you do?

Strings of Love

Perhaps it is simply an illusion

A myth taken from the pages of time

To make us covet, to make us feel

Instill a sense of direction.

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When we are all just puppets,

Held by its strings on destiny

A nameless formless intoxication of the mind

Led by the skips and tugs of the heart.

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Yet when two destinies collide

Tales are written and celebrated

Inked by the pull and push of the forces

Whimsical and barely out of reach

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Connects us to people and memories

Unties the knots of emotions

Releases the pulse of your inertia

Rushes the blood to the core of your soul

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A kinetic energy that sparks between them

Beyond science and engineering

Lighted by the divine interstellar explosion

Otherwise simply referred to as love.



Simply love.

Lucky, Luckier & Luckiest

Tangled

How many times have you failed in life?

If you can answer, is it because you keep count or that you have hardly ever failed?

Are you lucky that you have not had many failures? Are you luckier that you have had just enough failures to shape up? Are you the luckiest that you don’t see them as failures?

I don’t have a clear answer.

I would not go to the extent to call myself “Destiny’s Child” (damn! I really used this term, didn’t I?). But I can safely say that I have always been in the good books of fate or lady luck. Maybe I am her favourite pawn to test out theories that revolve around sheer good luck? Things have mostly fallen into place pretty easily – I haven’t really had to toil and shed blood and pant my way to the finish line.

That said, I have had some¬†‘failures’ in my life. Why the¬†quotes? Because wise people would have¬†called them stepping stones or life lessons.

One major one was on stage¬†few years back that I have written about fairly recently. That taught me humility and the importance of keeping faith in myself. At least, that is what I feel now!¬†Another¬†one rocked my confidence at a critical junction. I couldn’t crack¬†the interview at my ‘dream’ institute for my MBA. I thought that is when I had used up the Midas touch luck had bestowed on me.

I did get into another one equally good and the rest is history. And I thought I got over the rejection. Except that on my way to work, I pass the institute¬†twice a day. And I torture myself by looking at the sign¬†and feel¬†the years of “experience” and “learning” melt away. I am back to stomping my feet. Bloody hell! I wanted an admit there.

Another cliche “it’s fate” is perfect here! This is where I feel that maybe I belong to the luckiest category.¬†That interview was my first one ever and¬†taught me lessons no other rejection has managed.

It also brought me to Goa and more importantly kept me away from Pune where I stay presently. Destiny was hard at work! She led to me to my present company and made me shift here at the most perfect time. The house I stay. The people I live with. And the people staying around. It made me re-establish contact with the right someone at the right time at the right place –¬†Mr. D. A little earlier or later would have probably meant goodbye to what we have now. And that is not the price I’m willing to pay for that admit letter.

Or anything else for that matter.

Every time I tripped, I learnt to laugh at myself and keep faith; perseverance was secondary. Turns out, it was just one step closer to the greater plan sketching out.

That doesn’t mean¬†I don’t¬†feel those pointy twinges of failures – but¬†I can live with them.


What are your stories with luck and fate? Are you the lucky, or the luckier, or the luckiest? I was¬†propelled¬†by Linda’s SOCS prompt¬†‚Äú-est.‚ÄĚ Base your post on any word you can add the suffix ‚Äúest‚ÄĚ.

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Leap

Love is but.. A Leap of Faith
Love is but.. A Leap of Faith

A poker game where we met

Playing against Aphrodite and Destiny.

Lost in our love, we couldn’t care¬†who won ūüôā


I was twirling with joy and romance as I wrote this. I conclude the last day of this Five Photos Five Stories Challenge and nominate Helen¬†for this – she has a¬†great way of weaving stories and poetry¬†ūüėȬ†The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the¬†challenge”

Thank you Rob. You really handed me a challenge here – very difficult for a non-photographer like me!

Wish

Grab your wish...
Grab your wish…

Missed catching the falling star?

Dropped the delicate eyelash?

Lost the enchanted horseshoe?

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Learn to make your own luck

Wishing stars can be anywhere…

At times you just need to look up


This hidden nook weaved magic throughout the night. Reminded me of this song actually ūüôā Absolutely love this one:

Day 3 of¬†Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge for which I have to thank¬†Rob. I didn’t know my humble camera had so much potential… or the world ūüôā

My third nomination for this is Amrit¬†– his pen reaches depth in unusual ways.¬†The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the¬†challenge”