Touch !

Senses. Five of them. Vision, Hearing, Smell, Taste and Touch

Touch. A simple yet brilliant phenomenon.

The sensory receptors present under the skin perceive anything that applies a pressure over it or heats it.

Imagine two such receptors sensing each other, in close contact. Skin over skin. The perfect warmth of a human body, the right amount of squeeze, with arms wrapped around, and faces in front, this is called an Embrace or Hug.

Surprisingly the event has a tad more flavor and taste when the two parties involved are kept away for a long time, where time t, tends to infinity. And when you finally meet, and the distance d tends to zero, exchange of heat (H), pressure (P) and emotions (Em) take place irrespective of the mass (m) of the bodies involved.

Em = 1/d * ∑ (H + P) t,

where at t = ∞; d=0, Em is max.

The equation also clearly states that as the two approach each other, the Emotional state of the bodies is accelerated to the maximum possible limit by either bodies as all the five senses add to the acceptance of the presence of the person close to you.

The days of wait to meet your long seen add up to that intense emotional transfer between you. The long hug that you give your mom or close friend wakes you up. Deep rooted love engulfs over the touch that both of you are involved in.

And when you look at that person as you get closer or run towards them, that simple smile, that long lost fragrant blossoming around them, that air of familiarity is still handicapped without that single magic touch.

After you have smiled and played back those memories many times enough, don’t you understand now, why touch phones flourish in the market. Vision and Touch. Yet still, nothing can replace the warmth of being cocooned in another’s arms, safe and secure or even the warmth of enclosing someone within your arms.  

To Huggs that make you long for and miss the moment.

To Closeness that comes through years of understanding. 

Revved Up!

The world turned around almost 180 times before I could gather my entire lazy butt to do something I always loved. Write.

Hello it’s a pleasure to meet you again. Isn’t it?

I have seemed to have reached my fourties already, huffing and puffing after a few steps. But, gorging on, somehow still remains stuck to me. A little chubbiness as from school days, but yet the obstinate rascal inside.  I had principles back then. Wearing and tearing off few, I sort of got out my own bounds. Would you call me the same?

I have families now. And they have their own funny way of being called. And being a part of each surely is sublime. Why am I saying this? Because, being a part of a group turns you inside out. There’s no where you can hide. So why do? Get to know yourself better.

Everyone seems to have a blog nowadays. Positively it is healthy I must say, but you begin to be lost in the vast sea of commonness. Pen you see my friends was born as mud smears and dyes. It attained puberty when it got a solid cover with liquid insides. Then pretty much later, things changed. The liquid hardened too. And as it grew to be a teenager, it wore faces with markings on it. Touching one, the symbol appeared on a screen staring blankly at you. Mind you, ways of expression got restricted as the pen grew older. But the user grew wiser. And heavier (yes it is a pun!).

Yes, I am heading nowhere. I never did. Why does life need to have a definite purpose? Why can’t I do things as they are? Why do you need road maps for projects? Why do you need a scheduled college hour? Why do you need day? Why do you need night? I’ll never know. It’s always cozy to grab a pillow and stretch yourself away to a deep slumber whenever you felt like it. Snore!!  

I sound desperate don’t I ?

To Choco Lava Cake and its thick juicy insides.

To Mango, its seductive flavor and taste.

To food, satiating hunger of the needy.

Crossroads

Alo.

After a huge break.

It took me some time to develop an inspiration for a new post. Yes, if you had to barter your time for something else. Yet writing, again gives me that fresh feeling as it does every time. Looking onto a serious note here, it sort of put me into thinking a certain question: When does a person give up for someone he loves?

Let’s define a serious relationship. Two intimate people. Mom:Son, Dad:Daughter, Dad:Mom, Bro:Sis, Bro:Bro, Pakkathu Veetu Payyan:Pakkathu Veetu Ponnu, Guy:Girl, Sister:Sister or so and so.  Imagine a situation you had to deal with. Some strong friction!

What if he/she did something morally or ethically or principally not approved by you?

Would you let that person have what they wanted? Or would you be biased to your principles.

If you let them do it, are you being too easy on them? Or is that how you tell them that’s how you love them?

If stood by your principles, are you being selfish? Are you instigating a drift between yourselves? Or is it how you think will be better for both of you?

You seriously need to do a lot of thinking here. And convincing too. It’s a cute issue actually. To see two people deciding over themselves. But delicate too.

What you choose defines you, and your way of agreeing of the relationship. Your way of making sure it doesn’t walk the plank.

The final verdict must achieve common grounds. Certain compromises are to be laid. Yet it has to swallow-able by both. Or else.....

But, I’d object saying, if both knew that something else mattered than just the issue that cropped up, no matter what the verdict was, won’t they live through?

Ain’t it?

To Achu and a Huge Mug of Beer.

What do I say?

Apparently I ought to talk on something. And apparently I had infinity as the limit to choose my area from. Well, here’s the catch. ANYTHING!! To be frank, I have no idea what I am going to be talking about. “You told me you prepared for this crap” you might ask. Cause you have the full right to. Owing to be made to sit through all the bore, each other of my friends had you people go through. But alas, it is not you to decide now is it? Ha!!

When I first heard this talk about, each of us talking on something came across, I gloated in pride. The fact that I did well at this oratory contest or the other, “glucose perked” my confidence. But, when I came to sit, to plan to sketch another something that would have got my name, in history books of this prestigious school, I was blank. 


On top of my brilliant looking eyes, I had what one might term as a Constipated Mind. Constipated yes, referring in full meaning, to the counterpart Constipated Bowel. I did do a little bit of poking around, pulling up more smelly ideas, but none succeeded to pass, through the narrow exit of verbal presentation. Alas I was at loss.

And then, I gave up the whole idea of trying to make an impression and got down to write, about something, anything. Desperate I was. Needed inspiration I did. Flipped channels, this that. Wig headed stars, extremely ugly tv comperers, pot bellied politicians were all that I could come across. They spoke, spoke and spoke. But, I being a student of DAV, did something, others would not have. I listened and analysed what they were talking about. And LO! I found something

And it’s a secret people, trust me! And I am not telling you. Not unless you make a blood pact with me, that you would never tell it to anyone. **None of them actually made sense**. And that’s when it happened. Light bulbs lit up, bells rang. No, I dint see a girl. That’s the Mozhi’s version. Rather had a brainstorm. Thunder power.

And thus cleared my constipated mind. Into the vast potty chair of nothingness. Of useless purpose. For I had no other purpose here now but to keep you people company. Keep you entertained. Keep you listening.

So all that is important now is, when you people get back at the end of the day, I’m sure a faint smile will cross your pretty faces and you’d say. “Yes! Irshad did make an impression today.” ThankYou

P.S.: *This post was written due to murderous attempts made my brother on my peace for his school electorial*

Bromance!!

Have you seen a guy really really close to another guy? Wait, they aren’t brothers. Oh, goodness, wait again, both are straight. It’s called as “Bromance”. Do the math and you’ll know that its “Bro+Romance”. A guy thing doesn’t take a long time to develop. Its quick, short and just needs a little-er time of togetherness and stuff doing like all the other relations. And so, with a little garnish of time over the whole soup of issues, the formation completes and forms a simple chemistry between the two.

Brothers from another sector of life, another piece of pizza. They all move together through. Another aspect is that they require much less wavelength sync for the sync to happen. Very little base understanding for the whole thing to bomb up. And off it goes, spiraling forward.

The bond between two guys is simple, unexpecting and timeless. You don’t need to send him a daily good morning message or ask him how he was, what he had eaten and all sorts. The link thrives, irrespective of time, silent yet live and throbbing. You needn’t wish him first on his birthday; instead you make sure everyone knew. He wouldn’t ask what went wrong, if something did, but he’d know it very well and he’d make sure you need to know what to do. Such so, it lives.

The meanings of the words jealousy and possessiveness and others get redefined. There develops an imaginary cauldron of resources where one can grab stuff from. And what is in it doesn’t belong only to either one.

This bond is more like a sniff in the air around a beautiful aroma, sweet, soft and mild yet from a robust source, enchanting and enticing. Being guys, they don’t expect much from each other, they don’t get the first piece of the cake when birthdays get over, but they would have been the one who organized the whole surprise. They don’t expect words and gifts telling them they are special, they know it doesn’t matter.

Whenever you looked at your bro who you had a crush for, you feel full. You would get the sucked up gut feeling in your gut. You would want to shout out loud, like for everyone to hear, I LOVE YOU bro. And that’s sweet bromance.

There you had a brilliant relation develop, lasting longer and maybe forever too. Pull a guy closer, and see how it feels. But I dare say, express your feelings properly, he might land up making wrong conclusions wondering whether if you were straight.

To Pangali and the Test of time.

And there was hope…

Ok, do me a favor. Sit tight and follow my line of thought. As I narrate.

Imagine you are the subject of an experiment. Not a simple one but a torturous, confining, sense depriving and what not one. You are this completely restless god of nonsense. Playing air guitar, air drum, air keyboard just to keep your fingers busy and also secretly attract attention even though everyone knows you dont know a thing about any of it. So you being this sort of a person, you are asked to sit still, motionless and statue form. To record your EEG, they said. And no, not the eyeballs too, close your eyes and stare at blank infinity-ness was what they wanted. You had no other option but to say yes.

And no, that’s not all. You sit like that, for like 3 hours solid. And people around play with you (Just the head). You have to sit and keep in control every urge that forces yourself to jump up and pull out all the wires and take a shot at every one around you smiling, talking and more irritatingly MOVING.

And the procedure begins, like on and on. Readings taken, deleted, re taken. Power cuts, coffee breaks, small talks, fun they had. Every single time they spoke, your heart beat rises, grows upto knocking off away from the pericardium. And your hands grow so killersome and life taking deadly. But you wait… forever…

And so it goes, until something you loved was given to you. They gave music. Hard, stone crunching Rock. And I dunno what they saw on my EEG, but I felt it. My eyeballs had RR-REM. Really Rapid-Rapid Eyeball Movement. I felt freedom, like for the first time in years. I felt a gate opening to all the agitations inside me. I felt something rush through my entire inside, nooks and cranies included. I felt goosebumps, here, there and everywhere. I felt free. I felt life.

Now, that was what kept me drugged and steady patient for the next hour, where they were satisfied with using well their guinea pig.

To Inquisition and all the creative mechanism they devised.

Time Travel

Senses are the best gifts a writer can have. Wish I was a dog, the whole world would have to offer a new genre and access to sounds and smell barred from human’s abilities. Nay, there’s the catch. You would have to be a human in order to wish you weren’t human. Irony!!

Have you gone back in time? Closing your eyes and feel the same situation that happened eons ago reconstruct all around you. Senses. Mass!! The particular food, smell, scenery, location, certain voices, touch, any one of them or some of them joined and placed in the order of how it happened at a particular instant way back, transports. Transports your mind and soul into that day, that strand of incident.

Living just the highlights. Good or bad immaterial. Close your eyes, focus on the vision and concentrate. And feel yourself smiling like an idiot. 

Nostalgia. Have you felt it? Make sure, when you do, when that particular sense exacts replica, pull it closer, much much deeper to you. You may never get back to old times again.

To Sister and Akon.