IMPHAL DIARY...GODS N GODDESSES IN METRO JOURNEY

Gods n Goddesses in metro trains

‍‍‍Hey maa... Aaj I had darshan of devi maa in metro train... 

The devi with her only two hands was holding one bag in front other two 👜 in other hand ... 

N then she put mobile phone charger in socket n was talking with her divya ear n then she managed to take out her apple n was eating n phone was held between her ears n neck n from other.. Ohh maa water bottle came out

Whatever was happening in crowd devi kept using her weapon.... sorry meant mobile phone... 

I felt my life is complete today to see devi in human form....

Then I realized I find other sort of devi...devta ....rakshas....on metro..daily

 Just as a guide to identify them I will classify them for y

The mobile gyani

The most peaceful and harmless of the lot, they’re not bothered about anything that’s happening around them (not even their own kids!) the ganesha are found deeply engrossed in their  mobiles.... They can be seen in every corner and compartment of the metro. 

Devi selfie 🤳 queen

This type of devi is always decked up and in modern era called as selfie queens obsessing over themselves nonchalant of the hustle and bustle of the metro. The selfie formula is the same everywhere - take your positions, angle yourselves, insert pout and  click........

away from as far as the handallows....

So, instead of making faces at them.... Feel that you r dhanya as you r able to see their pout faces on metro itself.. 

Mohini..The gig

These devis giggle....laugh and chatter in high-pitched tones and riding the metro with them is like listening to FM channel radio mirchi...

Don't ask them to shut up as they will put you in a soup ... Just adore them

Couple Kaamdev n rati...lovers

This type of devi n devta can be seen entwined in each other all over the metro! They sometimes are so into each other, they don’t seem to notice how awkward it gets for others around them. If you spot one of these.... Either remember your time or close your eyes

Kumbhakarna..sleepers

Nobody wants to wake up (and confront) the sleeping giant; even if they are the types who are just pretending to sleep in the space reserved for the old or the physically challenged. These characters can be seen in a Metro on any route - if found just avoid them... 

Manthra... the adjuster

‘Thoda adjust karlo please’....

welcome the Manthra in metro

They squeeze in the tiniest of space they see and eventually leave your rear hanging in mid-air. They will sweet talk you into giving up your seat!

Indra dev..the musical 

These type of men or women are noisy and are often seen screeching into their phones, ‘can’t hear you

They can't  lower their volume, as these people think it’s cool n perfectly right to talk like this...

They make us part of their personal taste of music also as their favourite bhajan of Honey Singh tunes loudly and proudly .... 

Narada...the spy

These type of devi n devta love to spy or snoop around.... by peeping into their phones and just can’t mind their own business! Sit or stand at a distance from such people as they often turn into present era stalkers.... 

The Eternal watchman...always

S/he is...one who always occupies position near gate....no matter he/she has to board down at the terminating station...

The tired yodha

They’ll sit anywhere, anyhow, anytime. Where ever they can find a spot, they’ll put their bags and perch themselves there.. 

Shikhandi..man in ladies compartment

It’s a human tendency that when you’re told not to do something or go somewhere, you always want to do just that and so is the case with these shikhandi who always try their luck to get into the ladies compartment.

IMPHAL DIARIES...POOR MEMORIES ARE GOOD FOR HAPPY LIVING

Have you ever felt that you know the person but can't remember her/him..or we r not able to recollect an episode of life ...while our friends recall about it as it happened yesterday ....or people meet n say hi to you but you r not able to even place them in your life...

Generally people around us takes a very positive view of memories and the act of remembering: we esteem the study of history, we are expected to take photos to capture precious moments; we think that old injustices should be made good in the present; we promise not to forget old acquaintances ...when we r leaving school ...colleges..etc

But without denying the value of any of this,  we  need to do something else: 

                   ..... FORGET.......

Certain memories threaten to destroy the very existence of an individual – although it's bit extreme but certain memories r bad for present or future living...

If we held onto everything that had ever happened to us in all the multicolour vividness of the original event, we’d be overburdened with anxiety and sadness, we’d be continuously terrified and consumed with regret: we’d be driven to despair by all the meanness we’d encountered, all the stupidity we’d been guilty of and all the beauty and goodness we had lost. To have a poor memory belongs is related  to survival.

think if

animals would have memories then it would be killing all around......

We should remember only in so far as it actually helps us to live in the present. To the extent that memories assist us in forming our plans and avoiding error, they are valuable, but when memories function as obstacles to better lives, we should put our energies into the business of forgetting.

The best way to forget is not just time, but – more exactly – events. So as to separate ourselves from the things that haunt us, we have to ensure that we can lay down a dense layer of events between us and they; we need – in short – to make stuff happen.

This is particularly true after a bad breakup, when certain places, times of day and activities remain tightly linked to the past and constantly evoke it painfully:

– Whenever we see the old tea ad

..some building etc we are carried back to memories of cosy days n evenings spent there together.

– Riding our vehicles down the open roads triggers thoughts of energising trips we made there on balmy days.

We’re surrounded by emotional tripwires. Our heart breaks again and again.

We cannot, as we might at points want, get rid of the world in which the relationship once played itself out. We can’t burn the cushions or uproot the restaurant. To forget, we have to impose a new layer of experience on the things we associate with lost love. We should take a new group of friends to the restaurant, sit at side of the road  or get fresh acquaintances to hang out with us on the sofa. We have to reclaim the material of our life from the person who broke our heart.

With a new commitment to forgetting, we should recover some of the hope of the child and the fortitude of an animal.....

HOPE NOT TO FORGET THE MEMORIES IN THESE PHOTOS ...MISS U EVER....