Love Again

I wish my breath touches you as I breathe.
You are like a gentle touch of a breeze from the sea.
You rise and I feel the sunshine on my face, sprinkled as on the surface of an oasis.
I wish I could brush my hand into your hair and feel its softness.
Its a dream to me.
One that I have been watching since I ever saw you.
Your voice is symphony to my ears.
Never before have I ever been so lost than I am now.
You are my medicine.
You are the sweetest drug I cant have, I can't resist.
Now that you have waken me up, am left with a broken dream.
I am waiting for clouds to turn around and rain for me, for its not in my hands to aber the natural.

You're There

a.k.a I know you there

I close my eyes

And I hear your voice

I feel so good

I feel life

You're a dream to me

You're a lie

I wanna be with you

And look you in the eye

I see figures

Each in the crowd

Yes, all are true

But not one like you

I feel you

Though can't see

Its displeasure

Merely glee

Uncertainty

I hardly see

I know you're there

The world will see

Imagine

All the possibilities

When we will meet

Sharing disparities

Anomalies

Oh thats not WE

Its the love, love

Truly free

P.S. Special Thanks to Vidhi for her, as always, valuable suggestions.

The place I've never been to

There's no sign of dust,

the leaves are lemon green.

A white bird came close to me,

and sang in my ears.

A dark bench in the park,

that rusted in the rain.

That water in the pool, shining,

making wrinkles, a duck that's swerving.

When the sun shone, the clouds insured,

the snow melted, silent n' slow.

A girl sat next to the pond,

thinking about her life.

Her tender lips, mellowed

her hair, they gently flowed.

Rhymes and songs,

that scenic view.

This place,

Where I have come,

Is it the one I wanted to?

Is it my wonderland?

am so much made,

for this place, I say.

This is the only,

My lovely way.

I love to be in this new world,

but that girl, I love her curls.

I thank you god,

for this utopia.

Now I have arrived, to this beautiful place.

It soothed my hysteria.

Why am I lonely ?

Is it the darkness?

or is it only me?

I see a light ahead,

oh! no, its just me.

why did the moon,

reflect on me, its gloom.

why this melancholy?

why disparity?

this futility,

is emptying me.

I just question this world,

why put me in these twirls.

I feel my head spinning,

my body swerves.

I tried, I tried,

yeah! I served.

gave everything up,

lost all the turf.

It was just for you,

you were my herb.

why did u poison me?

and made me vile.

I don't hate you,

I give u smile.

now I miss you,

not 'cos I love.

its just the care,

I couldn't curb.

What a Mockery..

When I was walking down the road,
I saw two men fighting.

I looked at them wondering the reason,
And what was both of their’s treason.

Then another came in between,
And tried to pull them apart.

They knocked him down on the floor,
What was his ill-part?

I wanted to help the third innocent,
But didn’t want to get knocked myself.

So, I refrained inner mine,
And keenly watched the scene.

When the fight was over,
I kept on watching the game.

The two men shook their hand,
And walked together merry.

The poor third man,
Stood stag and helpless.

Another one came,
To lift up the poor third.

He punched and pulled him down at self,
Without a thought they were quarreling.

And then began another fight,
I bursted into laugh at the sight.

Oh! This was one merry scene,
What a mockery!

Oh Baby

You said I love you,

but you didn't mean it.

I said I love you,

didn't you really feel it?

How could you leave me?

with this emptiness in me.

and all around I can't see,

this broken heart hurts me.

Oh baby,

baby, baby, baby.

Now that I'm feeling low,

and I don't know where to go.

This feeling is tiring,

can't you hear me crying.

It feels like end of the world...

Oh baby,

baby, baby, baby.

Today you are sorry,

but how could you bury?

All those memories,

of the time we spent together.

This day is freaking me out.

P.S- I actually wrote it as a song and I have the tune in my mind, will try to post a recording of this later(If I remember, no promises). You may try to sing it, will surely make sense.

Another day on train...

When i entered the train, i was blotted in sweat.The first lesson i learnt, on my first journey on the first night right after my last graduation exam, was -

"Be responsible"

I had almost missed my train, thanks to the traffic and i didnt miss my train at all, thanks to poor Indian railway system. We all know how punctual our trains are and how they never get late. However, it was their same habit that saved my ass tonight. As I entered the coach all eyes were glued on me. I looked up in the mirror that had a hazy reflection and one could barely recognise himself in that, I found out that not only i was perspiring as if i was stranded in a desert but my clothes were wet as if I had just taken a bath. I took possession over myself and looked at my berth- S2/19 , thanks to a friend who got my 165 waiting confirmed, courtesy his dad. A guy barely 26 was already sleeping there. I took a deep breath and cerebrated that i will have to do this as well, get him out of my bed for the night. I patted his shoulder to wake him up.

"Is someone there?" Shashank asked me from outside the train.

I nodded in affirmation and looked at the guy again. He acted as if someone had waken him up from a solid sleep, I said to myself,

'Yeah, this is the initiating point of the train, it just got here 30 minutes ago and you are already in such a sedative sleep.'

"This is my berth." I said to him.

He behaved as if I was being humorous. I repeated my words again.

"Can I share the berth with you?" he asked me with eyes full of hope.

"Sorry?" I felt like I have been travelling without a ticket.

"Can I sit while you sleep?" he questioned me again.

"I have quite a luggage with me dude, Sorry but I don't think I can help you." I replied with a straight face.

He left my berth with despair. Looking him in despair I wondered why God put us in situations where he have to deject people sometimes. May be he tests our will from time to time. I certainly didn't win a point there but it wasn't my fault as well. I had so much luggage with me that I had to some bags on my berth. Seeing his dejection I only hoped he gets a seat to survive the night.

The second lesson I learnt on the same trip was-

"Learn to compromise"

The lights were out by half past twelve, normally my time to start watching a movie but i was tired like a cow who had worked all day in the sun. After all that running my dad,shashank and I did with seven bags in our hand, it did feel as if we were running a weight marathon. I was for sure tired as hell. As I closed my eyes, I wished that a masseur comes and gives me a soothing massage that would make me as fresh as spring water. Suddenly I started brushing my feet on the steel net next to my berth. I felt the acupressure working. The pain started to sublime off my body. I continued the process for next 5 minutes, I felt relaxed.

So these were the two lessons that I learnt on my first journey after Engineering. The learning doesn't stop throughout our life. There are events in our life that makes us complete and that makes us truly. This was one of those incidents that are really special and make my life meaningful.

Random Thoughts

Here I just felt a wind breeze,

Coming off of a maple tree.

Here I welcome the Rainy Season,

Catching hold of Summer's treason.

A whelming tune from the guitar,

Soothing up our sore hearts.

Yes! I want to drench in this rain,

I've been hearing it's worth the pain.

I waited for this all summer,

It's arrived so soon that I feel rummer.

Oh! the clouds, pour now,

and purify the earth.

She needs you more than I do,

and yet she couldn't state.

I'd love to see you pour again,

with a dulcet thunder clap.

And I remember the lightening too,

It strikes a giant flash.

We smile and pose and play together,

As she takes our pictures away.

O rain now, it's been a while,

I miss the rainy play.

+ or -

Life is considered to be divided among different kinds of energies. Basically there are two-Positive and Negative. We are always told to concentrate on the positive energies. Often have we heard the "be positive" slogan throughout our lives. It's substantial and coherent for people, those who believe in it, to understand what it really is. However, its true gumption is not substantiated.

So, how do we differentiate energies from positive and negative?

How do we subtract bad from an assortment of good and bad?

Suppose a person who wants to buy a car but does not enough have money for it and is diffident. Now he'll attract positive feelings from a person who will encourage him that he'll be able to buy the car. Also, if he gets an increment he'll feel exulted because now his misery will end and his desire will be fulfilled. At the same time, another person who has the same dream and has enough money for it. It will not matter to him whether or not he gets a bonus because he is already in a state to buy a car.

Consider a Situation where a female rapist is assaulting a man. I know it's a bit unusual and funny but in this case if a policeman arrives at the place of incident. There will be a flow of both positive and negative energies in the air. There will be some serious course for positive energy in the man that is being assaulted where as the fear of being caught will instill the negatives in the woman.

So, the probability of an energy being positive or negative cannot be determined. One cannot say that doing this will bring positive energies towards you and hence you will attain quintessence. No, It wouldn't happen. A same situation might bring positives in some while the same incident might engross negatives into somebody else. Thus, the distinction of energies actually differs for person to person. No one can tell you exactly what is good or bad. It is you who has to decide whether a thing is good for you or is it bad for you. Different people have different sets of priorities in life and they live in different circumstances. To negate the negatives one has to think about the positives. However, it is very important to differentiate the positives from the negatives. Two situations might be good and bad for two different instances.

Remember the power is inside us and the choice is ours. It is us, the human beings who made the greatest of things in the world and the same human beings commit suicide and become a curse to life.

The choice is yours, what you want to be and the energies are inside you.

Lucky Books, Kinky Looks.

It was October of 2009. In the middle of autumn, this incident happened. It wasn't the intention that I would some day write about it but I guess it was inevitable. The story starts with a cute girl. Yes, there’s always a cute girl behind every mystery. So there was this girl I met, her name was Zee.

No, she wasn’t Chinese or Japanese. She was Indian, pure hearted and beautiful. Meeting her was another mystery in itself. We met at a bookstore while browsing for books that were unprocurable in the store. While we were waiting for the manager to narrate us when can we find the book? We looked at each other.

Some minutes later he arrived and announced,

“Sir, the book is out of stock…”

‘Like I don’t know, you idiot!’, I thought

“…we will try to make it available to you ASAP.” the manager continued.

I was looking at her, wondering the secret of her gleaming beauty. I staked a 100Rs on Lux.

“Sir, the book will be at most available by next week.” He repeated.

I juggled with the magazines in my hand and uttered, “Oh! …”

Then I pored my thoughts and continued, “Oh Fuck! I can’t wait for that book.”

“Sir, I am really sorry.” said the apologetic manager.

‘As if you ate the book’ I frowned at the manager.

Now the manager turned towards this girl and enunciated, “Sorry mam but you too will have to wait till next week.”

“Actually you two are looking for the same book that is out of stock.” He told us.

I felt as if somebody had injected energy straight up my Ass.

My eyes popped out, I was flabbergasted. I lifted my face to look at her again.

She gave me her most uncanny expression. That was when I closed my mouth and smiled. Now I must tell you about my smile. It’s awesome. When I smile, all my muscles act accordingly and stretch themselves with all the power they have to make the most beautiful smile in the world. :-)

But then she smiled. I couldn’t help but open my mouth again. I was literally gaping at her. I was wrong; she had the most beautiful smile in the world. It was scintillating. That's when I noticed her teeth. I staked another 100Rs on Close up this time.

“Isn’t it….”

She turned around when I was about to make a statement.

I quickly ran upto her and said, “Hi”

“Hi” she replied.

“Isn’t it a sweet coincidence that we both are looking for the same book?” I took my chance.

“Yes! And it gave you a chance to flirt, isn’t it?” She looked at me with one eye brow up.

“Uh…heh...umm...” I blabbered.

“So what do you do?” she asked me.

“umm..I am a final year student.” I said.

“And you study?”

“Engineering. What do you do?” I asked keeping my calm.

“You sound as if no girl wants to talk to you. I am sure you must be single.”

“I am. But you din’t tell me what do u do?”

“See I knew it. I am a class XIth student, Lakshya School.”

She belonged to the best girl’s school in the city. I took two Cadbury’s Shots from my pocket and offered one to her.

“Beta, Mann mein laddu foota?” She smiled.

“No...Hoh...umm...I…” I blabbered again.

She laughed and took Cadbury’s from me. I was lost in her laughter.

I knew from the very first moment that she was different. She actually was different.

She took out a cellphone from her king sized black purse and dialed a number,

“Rajesh, get the car.”

“Nice meeting you. Bye Bye.” She said to me, turned and swayed.

I again ran upto her and stopped her. When I saw her face I knew I was about to get the most sarcastic reply to anything I say. So instead of attempting to make a conversation I smiled and said,

“Bye.”

“Bye.” She said with a smile and retreated.

You must have already guessed how hard the week would have been for me but that wasn’t it. The harder part was that I didn't know if she was going to turn up next week. For the first time in my 21 years of life, I literally prayed to god with all my heart. While praying I opened up my eyes at least thrice just in order to check if God cared to perfect my sight after hearing my prayers. It was a cinematic experience for me and something really cinematic happened next week. Yes, you guessed it right she turned up on that day (and in case you couldn’t guess, you’re too dumb to continue reading). She was standing two shelves away from the entrance browsing some books. I felt as if she was waiting for me. I approached her.

“Hi!” with more confidence I said this time.

“Hi!” she replied with a smile.

Just before I could say anything, the stupid manager came along with a bag.

“Here’s your book ma’am, anything else I can do for you?” The manager handed the bag over.

He then looked at me and continued, “Oh Sir, we have your book now. Should I zip one for you too?”

I gave a frowning smile (don’t ask me about it, it’s something that I do when I am pissed off) to the manager and nodded. Then I turned towards her and looked at her with my best smile on(yes, the same best smile that was second best in the world now).

I got the same weird expression from her.

“I got to go now. Nice meeting you once again...?" she said.

“Arsh, What can I call you?” I made the best use of the opportunity I had this time.

“Zee.” She replied.

I blinked my eyes and checked her out once again and said

“You are Zee?”

“Yes, Zeeyana but I like to be called Zee.” She said and looked at me as if it was a warning for me.

“Ok, Zee and what does your real name mean exactly?” I enquired.

“It means bold.”

“Aah! I know that.” saying I smiled.

“My driver will not be back before 2, I will have to wait now. Shit!” She murmured to herself but I guess girls do this thing quite intentionally. They do it because they want us, guys, to hear to their problems and find an absolute solution to them and so,

“You can read more books or window shop here, no big deal.” I suggested.

“No! I want some coffee. Do you wanna sit at Costa?” she asked me.

I had an adrenaline rush through my body. Two weaknesses, first was coffee and second Zee (yes I fell for her by now), I couldn’t resist the tempting offer.

“Yes, who in the world would say no to coffee?” I accepted the offer.

We went to the Costa, had a few cups of coffee while waiting for her driver to return. Over coffee I realised that Zee was the only child in her family and her father owned car business and so I realised that not only she is pretty, intelligent but she does belong to quite a rich family.

When the bill arrived, I was summing up the coins I had in my pocket. The only thing I wondered was it would be a shame if I am unable to pay the bill. Only when I was iquiring myself about how am I going to pay off the bill, Zee snapped it away. I tried to catch hold of it but couldn’t.

“C’mon you are not paying the bill.” I insisted.

“Oh! But I invited you here, so let me…”

“Sure but next time.” I interruped Zee

“Next time?” Zee enquired with her patent one eye brow up expression.

I was flabbergasted, wondering what to say. Suddenly she started laughing and started scribbing on the bill we received.

“LOL! You are so cute. Don’t worry I was just kidding, here’s my number.” She couldn’t stop laughing and I was drowning in the sea of her overwhelmed emotion.

I was at the same time embarrassed and happy. Embarrassed because I should have paid the bill, happy because she called me cute(whenever a girl calls you cute, it means she likes you).

15 minutes thence Rajesh arrived and we both bade adieu to each other. If you are thinking who paid the bill, I must tell you she did.

3 days later, I picked up the bill that had Zee’s number scribbled on it and took the courage to dial.

At first I dialed the number but hung up without it rang. I thought she had given me the number on her own, I shouldn’t be scared to talk to her. I dialed the number.

A few seconds later I heard a computerised voice from the other end,

**The number you have dialed does not exist. Please check the number and dial again.***

I thought may be I dialed a wrong number, so I dialed again but got the same response. I kept dialing the same number again and again but there wasn’t any alter in response. I was appalled and had no idea what to do. Just when I looked at the clock. It was 1.30 PM, Lakshya’s classes are scheduled till 2PM. I don’t know what struck my mind but I quickly caught hold of my bike and flew to school. I tried to find Zee but couldn’t. I enquired about her but got no positive response. One girl who wore a yellow badge that said ‘CAPTAIN’ said there is no girl by the name of Zeeyana in school. The diwali vacations had started in school and students were firing crackers. Each time a cracker was fired, I heard two bursting sounds. One was that of the cracker, the other my heart’s.

I tried to find her in the city but couldn't, went to the car showroom she aforesaid to be her dad’s and found that the owner was a 70 year old man whose wife died 10 years back and had no child.

It’s been 17 years, I’m married and I still own that bill. I even pray at times that I get to see her once again in my life. Costa no more exists so I go to nearby coffee shops hoping one day Zee would come and sit next to me and I will be able to hear her laugh once again.

Disclaimer:All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Valediction

We pack our bags and bid adieu to all of our friends.

Moving into another phase of life as graduates and ready to take a step into the new world, we feel exulted. When the morning arrived on the first day of my college, I was nervous. Thinking about what was going to happen in this new life, a new phase. I feel the same kind of nervousness and chill moving down my spinal as the college is about to end. It seems only like a yesterday, that so many years just went by. Where did all the time go?

Then I realised, “Oh! Orkut and Facebook.”

I turned around and questioned myself,

“What did I gain in all these years?”

A voice came from deep inside, it was a burp.

Then my inner conscience secretly whispered into my ears,

“You were a boy when you came in here. You have learned how to get ragged at first and then how to rag others. It was when you had your first argument with the professor when you realised that there are no free lunches, you don’t get anything and people won’t make your life easy. You’ll have to take it and take it with poise and charm.”

I was baffled. I suddenly looked into the mirror to see if it was only me or if I was under the charm of any haunted spirit. Only when I substantiated that I am no less than a ghost.

My ghost continued,

“When you went to the canteen for the first time you learnt that getting the food was not easy even in the break time. You will have to go through the crowd and buy that bottle of cola to quench your thirst. When you first tasted the mess’s food you were exulted not because the food tasted awesome but because you were a day-sci and you got to eat much healthier food. When the professor was telling you the difference between Norton’s and Thevenin’s you were thinking that no matter how many resistances there are in the path, if you have the current you will pass through it and lighten up the bulb that is connected at the destination. The zeal is necessary in order to gain success. A stale and a salty mind can never work as a lubricant in the path of success.

The principle of optics taught you that light will always travel towards the darkness. Also, you understood that interference and diffraction are not just phenomenon, they add much more to your life. Where on one hand, Interference tells you that meeting of two ideas will result into another idea, it maybe positive as well as negative, and while diffraction told us that the journey to our destination will not be easy. On the other hand, Optical fibre taught you that no matter how many times you are deflected, you should never sway away from your path.”

This was too much gyaan for me though it was no where else but within me. I went on to wash my face and drank some chilled water.

Well that certainly didn’t stop the monster from extending his gyaan session,

“Through second and third year, you learnt that everything else is just the advancement of what you read in the first. Life is quite similar; everything is an advance stage of the previous one. You just need to sense the right situations and make the best use of them.

In the fourth year you discovered that whatever you have been studying for past three years will never ever (not even coincidently) come across you again. During college, you also realise that no matter how late you come to college or perhaps you don’t even come, it is still manageable to maintain an 80% attendence mark.”

I sensed all that I have been learning during these years; I have had a transformation, from a boy to a man. I am much more mature than I was a few years back and I could feel it. The world was waiting for me.

Just when I was rallying all the gyaan that I have been giving to myself for the past one hour my cellphone alarm beeped and I realised I was yet again LATE for college on it's last day.

P.S: Dedicated to all the engineers I know, I m yet to know and I will never know ;)

That they call love

It's a bizarre fact that 99% of the people want to be in love though people don't let on that top secret information so easily.

How many people out of 100 want to be in love?

When I asked this simple question to a number of people including friends ..

The funniest and the most bizarre answer out of some most interesting answers I got was

A.) a 1000

I thought how can a 1000 people out of 100 be in love?

Accept or deny the fact but it's true that each and every human being wants to be loved by someone or anyone. You ego might stop you from accepting this fact that in this whole world even you want to be in love.

Love is "The Inevitable".

Love will happen sooner or later. The feeling of love is surreal, for those who have felt it already know. I wouldn't say love happens only once. Love happens everytime you are willing to fall in love. Every single time you want love, it happens. It's preposterous when a person says,

"I don't want to be in love." or "Love is bullshit." or "Love is a mirage."

I agree that love is a mirage, bullshit and I believe that you don't want to be in love. But, I can also assure you that you will embrace love if it comes your way because deep inside you want it, need it and are willing for it. Love is a sweet drug. You wouldn't know what it tastes like until you try it once and once you try it out you want more, it gets on to you.

Love has it's bearing hazards as well. You may suffer from insomnia, get very healthy telephone bills. You'll do things that you hated to the core and you may even believe in things you never did. A many more love caused problems can be stated but that might only panic struck you but it's like they say,

"No pain, no gain."

Accept love, Embrace it and agree to the fact that you want to be in love. No one's going to kill you for being in love, yes, except if he is a member of Bajrang Dal or VHP or a part of any other political show offs that hate love or infact pretend to hate love. These groups include people who have girlfriends as well and believe that they do such stuff just to gain some publicity. Though all the time, they hurt people and that's because they are minions. These people don't understand thatGod created this world to inhibit love amongst us. But let's not deviate from the topic which is asking to be in love and accept the fact that you too want love.

The drug wouldn't run out but the time might. Grab love before you are too old to cherish it. Experience love before you realise that all your life you have had all the treats in the world but have missed out on the greatest dessert.

Love is and will always be.

Rain...

When I first saw the sky,
I didn't feel what was happening.

It turned from blue to brown and black,
And then lightening struck the mighty earth.

It hit the globe like a boxing punch,

And disfigured its face.

Another one from the left this time,
And two, and three and once again.

This was the time when the rival clouds struck,
and blew each other apart.

You ran away from all this violence,
To save the earth from this war.

Oh Rain, you brought the peace along,
To heal the broken ribs of earth.

You are the joy, you are the ataraxis,
Only you could turn, the world on it's axis.

This was the time when the sky became Orange.
It looked so pure and full of juice.


The smell of soil moved up my nostrils,
and freshened my heart and soul.

Oh! Thank you rain for this feeling,
I could never feel, without you the same.

Now that everyone is calm and afresh,
I Thank thee for giving them some brains.

For there is nothing like peace,
But it shall not remain the same.

This is an everyday game, for it's the nature's duty,
I hope you bring this joy forever and keep gleaming this beauty.

It's not a Question...

I still have that picture of yours,
When we played in the rain, sung songs together, did all chores !!!

The radiance that gleamed your face,
That ring on your finger with a broken base !!

We didn't have a guitar but we had a song,
Unleashing the spirits of our young love !!

You made my morning and day and night,
You stood by me when things weren't right !!

I know it was pure and it was true,
The love was there and we were glued !!

Though we were jinxed and dissed and bruised,
We stayed together like the moon and the star !!

I know it's pretty hard for you,
To get back and make this dream come true !!

I know, I know, I know, I know...
It's sacred love and it's really pure !!

Oh! May be I forgot to tell you,
Though it hurts but I still love you !!

What Drives you ??

Ups and Downs, Crash and Burns, Ice and Fire...

Heads and Tails, Life and Death, Destiny and Desires...

I have always talked about desires and how to avert from catastrophic situations and make a new path. Never did I talk about how do we achieve what we want and how to get our desires and longings fulfilled.

Well, we spend a proportionate amount of time in finding pleasure and containing ourselves into our desires. We spend around 99% of our life upon the fulfillment of our desires. Most of the time it happens that we tend to neglect things after a while of achieving that we had desired.

Yes! Most of the people will agree with me that once after we get what we want we stop caring and respecting for that house/watch/bike/car and for the matter of fact, the person as well. But the real deal is that

What drives us?

-To fulfill our desire.

-To put all our brute force into it.

-To make it really happen, et cetera.

and what really drives us apart from the same?

What is it that makes us insanely passionate to achieve something that we long for? and Why can't we keep that passion inflamed?

It is our new desires, that take upon the older ones. We know that we already have a particular thing so our attention is diverted towards other things that may tend to attract us. Well everyone knows humans are the least endangered species in the world and until humans survive desires won't die. They'll keep on convecting from one person to another. It's like a red hot iron rod blowing heat from its hot end and making us feel the warm sensation when we get close to it. Time and again whenever we get close to things that are appealing we will desire to get them. We put all our efforts into our true desires. The unused power and energy of our body, mind and soul is unleashed. The curtains of our minds are drawn and we enter into a state that forces our body to act in one certain direction that is to achieve our goal.

Our mind tells our body-

"It is that I desire and I want it."

The body responds by putting in all the efforts and making things look sublime to others.

Once the desires are achieved the purpose of the ultimate trio- Body, Mind and Soul is relished and they once again go into the hibernation mode.

This is how the cycle works. Whenever you will generate a longing, if a true one indeed, it shall be succeeded by hard work and henceforth success will succeed it.

Fighting with the Conscience...

It's not difficult to talk to one's self. It is not hard to find answers to many of our questions. We compare, discriminate and make an order of things that are pocket-sized. Fairly the order goes wrong, we fail and we tend to circumscribe our life up to where the things have been working fine. We ask ourselves questions, things start to bother us but do we really think upon the fact that life is not asking us for what we are giving it. It's difficult to fight with one's conscience and break into the young possibilities of expanding one's area of understanding through innovation and thinking, it is beyond concept but it is not that hard to learn from the mistakes that one has already made. Simple things in life makes life simple and unification of the thoughts in association with the moral, integral and significant values of life may make it even simpler.

Standing on top of a building may instill a person with fear and at the same time it might impregnate one with a feeling of power, courage and independence. One has to abduct a burn in order to feel what a flame can do to him, for a flame is calm and composed. A flame does not tell you the harm that it can cause you. It is powerless and mighty. The experiences are endless and the possibilities limitless. The betterment of one's soul and thoughts is directly proportional to the gratuity he pays to himself in the form of self indulgence. A man can only compensate for his duly or unduly transgressions by an act of self analysis. Self analysis is necessary to advance the impasse, a comma in the life. Comma because it's ephemeral and it will pass depending upon one's choice of actions. Life is all about the choices that we make. We make the correct choices according to ourselves but sometimes our choices just do not tend to suit the environment. The redemption is easy, the course harsh and the basic necessity is the self actuation. Just like the old cliche that says "we have to hold our spoons in order to eat the food", we will have to make an effort, push ourselves and attain a state of bliss. For a person shall get what he truly deserves.

Knowingly or unknowingly we make mistakes in life and pay for them. It's similar to the fact that we go to a restaurant order the food which on being served tastes awful and we still pay the bill but that doesn't stops us from going munching at some other joint. Life's experiences are quite alike, we just have to make sure that we do not tread the path we have once already suffered going onto. The destination must not change, but the path should. When a kid is born no one tells him that life would be easy. Failing is not the end, it is just another step up the ladder. It takes in a lot of courage to experience a failure. What is more courageous and dexterous is to double your possibilities after experiencing a failure.

Beyond the Truth

Indian women are a source of inspiration for the citizens of every country around the world. They are Modern, Determined, Powerful, Responsible, Hard-working and above all beautiful. The admirations and praises are too much to be expressed in words, they are simply sublime. One or the other thing urges people to be inquisitive about Indian women. Not only is she Strong and Hard-working but also caring and loving. She is a great manager in the form of mother, daughter, sister, and wife. Today we often see women getting up close with the society and taking decisions that some years back were taken by men. Women empowerment has grown so quickly that today’s woman is independent, smart and more efficient than men.

What makes them stronger is their ability and strong will to compete with their counterpart which makes them stand out in the crowd. Women are inspiring, for there was a time when women in India were treated like slaves and tortured like anything but now they have realised their value in the society and have a reason to stand for their rights.

What would men do if there were no Women??

That brings me to the sad part of the topic that

Is Indian Woman really happy??

What’s Beyond the Truth??

We read every now and then about how women have gained status and how they have changed their life from miserable to worth living. But do we realise that those women who have gained status are not even half a percent of total women population of the country. We fail to understand that there are still women who live in agonies, who commits suicide and who are foisted upon to do things they don’t want to. What enthralls me is that we celebrate the success of those 1000 women and in that intoxication of the success we actually forget that the women still need to be attended and there are needs that are to be fulfilled for the fairer sex.

A girl who wants to study for her betterment is not allowed to pursue higher studies. At first, she listens to her family, compromises and believes that there will be a time when she will be allowed to do things.
After when she is married, she listens to her husband and the agony continues. All this suffering results in silence or suicide.

We really need to unite against the pain, which is being caused to her since ages and even now, for she compliments the country, makes it beautiful and brings the best out of a man.

They say, ‘Behind every successful man, there is a woman’s hand.’

If this is believed to be true, then how can we give pain to someone who makes our lives better? We need to realise the tenderness of time. It’s like an egg-shell, which if broken will kill the chicken inside it and spill the yolk. The chicken happens to be a life, which is the life of the country, Women and the egg is the country, if broken the country will be doomed. It is very important for the egg to incubate otherwise we would kill the life inside it and perhaps the country.

A tryst with GOD ...

I live in a place where God is very close to me in different embodiments. I have a Temple, a Mosque and a Gurdwara along with my house aimlessly projected right in the center of all three. My appetite for movies keeps me waking up till late at night, almost all night infact. This is what an unemployable status does to you. It turns you into a nocturnal, makes you eat a lot of chocolate and write shitty blogs. And so, here I am whining about my unemployability in every possible way that I can. But the message that I want to convey is somewhat different and doesn't concerns with my employability.

As the minutes pass by and the time gets closer, I know that in no matter of time i'll be hearing the prayers from Gurdwara. They start singing orisons early in the morning or as you may say late at night at 3 A.M, everyday with their loudspeakers on full volume. I think the purpose behind keeping the volume high is to make the sound be able to reach most of the Sikhs living nearby or may be they just want to prove that they can be louder than death metal rock. At 5 A.M, the Namaz is recited in the mosque. It was a coincidence that I went out of my room to the other room which is at rest, yes the Restroom, at 5 A.M exact. What actually happened was simply magnanimous and astounding. At first, I heard some mixed up sounds and voices as if someone has put two voices in a mixer and pushed the button. Basically two modulated voices and it was the first time in my four years of engineering that I understood the concept of modulation. Few seconds later I heard two distinct and very clear sounds that were irrevocably sweet and pure. I could hear both Namaz and the Orisons from Gurdwara loud and clear. Each and every word spelt was as clear as the lake water. I was mesmerized at the beauty of God's power, his great creativity that is reflected in each and every iota of this universe. The experience, nerve impulsing and pure. It was surreal. I was spell bound with god's magic and life meant trivial to me. Those five minutes were real and the world stood right in front of my eyes, rather ears.

I always say and have believed that life is simple, it's us who make our lives complicated. Our senses completely rule our body and it is our mind along with the senses that causes our actions. It can be easily understood by the theory of cause and effect. We perceive things in a negative way which is caused by our brain and senses, and we are indebted to our misery. And our actions are the consequences to our misery, which might not be the case every time. It's our dependency how we choose to see things, whether complicated or simple. It depends on us how we perceive things and make our life simpler. We should always try to conceive things in the simplest way we can and our miseries will run far away from us. Our purpose of life should be to make it simple for life is too short to be sad and nature is a great teacher.

Valentino Death

You must be wondering why such a horrid title on such an exquisite day, a day when all the people around the world are celebrating love, sharing it and spreading it all over.

My name is Bill and it started about three and a half years ago. Yes, I fell in love too, three and a half years in the past from now. There was this girl named Tashi (it’s a combination of her two different names).

Falling in love with her was a strange coincidence. Love is indeed strange. The first time I met her was at her place with my friends. I had been to VaishnoDevi and she had asked me for offerings to god. I did exactly the same and went to her place to give her the prasad. When she came out, I was mesmerized with her beauty. Her hair was unbraided and to me she seemed like a mermaid in her yellow top. On my way to college, my friends kept on asking about her. I hushed them.

Things just fell in place then and in a knack of time of knowing each other we were together in a relationship. She was my first love and the feeling, Surreal. The strangest and the coolest thing in our relationship was that we never dated out, except for a couple of times. I always used to visit her place and meet her there itself. I was happy that I could see her so I didn't mind it at all. Since she was studying in an engineering college outside the city, I used to visit her place only when she was in town.

One fine day she complained to me, "You never give me flowers?"
A few days later when I met her I gave her a bunch of roses. She was exulted and I was happy to see her beaming.

We went through such wonderful experiences in life. I went out of touch with my friends, not because I didn't want to talk to them but since I was glued to the fact that Tashi was the most amazing part of my life. I was so lost in the awe of her presence that I lost touch with all my friends. Life was on a roller-coaster ride and months lapsed. Not every couple is perfect and so weren't Tashi and I. We started on fighting, from petty issues to bigger ones. I never imagined that she would leave me, for I believed so much in her love that it never did let me, even to think about us falling apart. We went through breakups umpteen number of times but I always knew that we wouldn't stay apart for long. We always used to fight, stopped talking to each other and eventually after a few days of discontent, were together again. This brought me even more closely to her and made my love for her even stronger. I got addicted to Tashi and by now she was my drug.

A year had passed; my university exams approached and shook me from Tashi's exotic fragrance and the most pious feeling of love. But it wasn't enough; I appeared in the examination with least preparation. I was immature, stupe and in love. I was in Delhi when my results were about to be declared. Even Tashi and I were going through a rough patch. I had been to Delhi to redeem a gift that my sister had won in an MTV contest, a fully paid trip to Dhanaulti, a place near Hrishikesh. On the eve of the start of my trip, my results were declared and eventually I flunked. I was broken, discouraged. I immediately called up my dad to tell him what blunder I had committed. Instead of scolding me, he told me not to worry about it and rather asked me if I still wanted to carry on with the trip. I could not; I just could not, I knew I didn't deserve it, so I dropped the plan. The second call that I made was to Tashi, for she was the most important person in my life after my family. I told her that I could not clear the examinations. At first, she couldn't believe me but my damped voice assured her of the fact. She reminded me that she had already warned me about it, and then she asked for my plans. I didn't have any clue as I did not know. After talking to her for another two minutes I hung up the phone. I couldn't look into my sister's eyes.

One day later I decided to come back to Lucknow. I told my sister that I would catch a train from New Delhi station, but went to Ghaziabad since Tashi's college was close to the city. I went straight up to her; due to depression I had already caught fever and was being asphyxiated. She took me to the coffee bar and I got a cup of coffee there but couldn't drink it. She told me she would not talk to me for next six months. I ascertained her that what had happened will not happen in the future. But I guess she had already decided. A few days hence after I reached Lucknow, Tashi broke up with me. I broke apart, wanting to cry but was deprived of tears and in pain. For next fifteen days I was in bed, down with fever. I had gained a feeling that this was for real but still I didn't give up pleasing her. Again and Again, I tried to convince her to come back to me, but fate had ordained and her will prevailed. My mermaid left me and went back into the sea.

I kept on looking for one way or the other to get her back. I bought her gifts (which I never did before) and when I did that, she questioned me

"Why now? You never gave me gifts when we were together."
"I never thought you would leave. I have spent all the money that I had, Please come back." I looked at her expecting her to forgive me.

She took my gifts but didn't accede to get back in a relationship with me. I couldn't help thinking about her. Months later I came to know that she is in a relationship with some Punjabi boy in her college whom, her classmates believed looked like me. I felt betrayed and cheated. I said all the mean and horrendous things to her that I could. Certain horrid things, which could make anyone, feel disgusted. I went through the trauma and succumbed myself into studies. I scored 15% more than my last year's percentage. My family was happy about it, especially Dad.

I decided to move on in life then. By fall of next year I met another girl in my college. She was going through the same phase that I had already been through a year ago. We went into a relationship but I couldn't give my love to her. It was due to her that I could understand Tashi now. I decided to be friends with Tashi and contacted her. Besides, I left the other girl in my college broken apart and I feel sorry for what I did to her.

It is me now after going through so much and doing all the good and bad things together, sitting here in my room and enjoying my singleness. I just wished Tashi a "HAPPY VALENTINE's DAY" and she told me how she relished the valentine's eve with the love of her life. I'm happy to see her happy in whatever way she is and delighted to know that she still has someone to give her love to.

For me, this is the Death of Valentine as I'm sitting here all alone with no date for today. Just to mention,



I am alone but not lonely.
P.S. I LOVE YOU :-)



P.S. Sorry for the long post, I just kept on writing and didn't realize it.

Pinku and his Siblings (Monkey's Play)

When the hands of the clock struck 3 in the gleaming sun on an appealing day of April, three prankish monkeys decided to flirt with my neighbours, The Dhobi's. I named them Pinku, Naanu and Sonia not because I am quite fond of naming some random monkeys but since these name belonged to the children of my prerogative neighbour.

So all the three primates conspired against my good neighbours and since the Dhobi's lived on the first floor, they were the easy target. There laid a bed in the porch of Dhobi's where a packet of peas was lying. Pinku, Naanu and Sonia drooled over the pack of the peas. So they plotted the captivition of the peas.

Pinku took the charge of the situation and ordered Naanu to hop onto the balcony grill. Naanu quickly followed the order. One thing that was to be noticed that none of my Dhobi neighbour were in the porch, I guess everyone was on a prowl. Anyways, so by this time Pinku and Sonia went upto the pack of peas and opened it very carefully. Suddenly Pinku noticed that I was watching them from my rooftop. I smiled at Pinku and for a moment I felt he smiled back at me. He jumped in joy as if he got my approval to snitch the peas.

I continued to watch their act closely. Once Pinku and Sonia got hold of the peas, they were exuberated and jumped with joy. Naanu derailed from the balcony and ran upto his brother and sister to enjoy their newly succceeded meal. But this wasn't all, Pinku and his siblings had just started to enjoy the cheer of the party. Pinku stood up and moved on to the entrance of the house. He pushed the half bolted door and it opened like the Alibaba's cave door. Quickly Sonia jumped from one railing to the other and covered her brother. Right behind them was Naanu, he moved his two meter tail and swiveled it in the air. Pinku decided to enter Dhobi's house. As he went inside the house and his brother and sister were about to follow him, I heard a scream from inside the house. I knew my neighbours have had a tryst with the Monkeys. The next thing that I witnessed was Pinku (the real one), came out with a broom in his hand and was attacking his family replicas. This was the time when Sonia and Naanu realised that the time has come to leave the place. They quickly hoped on from one grill to the other and in a matter of time all three of them were on the rooftop of the three storeyed building. They walked one behind another feeling proud of their act.

As I was watching them go and smiling at the misery they had caused to the Dhobi's, my eyes struck with Pinku's (the monkey's) and I felt as if he winked at me. I couldn't control myself and I winked back at him.



DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are NON-FICTITIOUS. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely INTENTIONAL

Centerstage Goliyan

“What are you doing Mr. Sharma?”

The piece of chalk took off from Golu’s hand (Golu as we called our mechanical teacher, Mr. Ramsaran Chaturvedi) and hit me right below my right eye. It took the smile off of my face and I felt as if I have been woken up from a profound sleep.

“Sir...” I was bewildered not knowing what to reply him.

“What are you doing?” He enquired again.

“Sir, ..." Taking charge with confidence I continued "...actually I was studying the reponse of my project, which happens to be a curved machine. When it is stimulated by the action of thrust upon it until the liquid that is stored in its chamber is pushed out.I’m trying to limit the force so as to improve its efficiency. It is related to my project, Sir.” I told him.

I was watching porn.

According to Albert Camu,
Absurdity lies in the opposition between the human need for meaning, on the one hand, and the unconcerned and meaningless world, on the other. It certainly didn’t seem absurd.


“Ok, carry on with it then, please.”

“Thank you Sir.” I sat down as my colleagues started to giggle like a 10 year old girl.

“Raghu, Shiva, Akshay all three of you out get out of the class.” Golu ordained.

“But sir…” all three of them spoke in unison.

“A person is trying to learn something, get creative and you three fools laugh at him. It’s pitiful.”

“Sir…” they wanted to explain their misery.

“…not a single word, just get out!!” this time Golu had fierce streak in his eyes

“…This explains the working of a synchronous machine.” Golu continued as he turned around.

The three poor guys didn’t have any option other than to leave the class. All three of them gave me despicable looks. Raghu tried to hit me on my head but I managed to escape.

My friends were paying the cost of my sins. My deadly sin of lust and I totally enjoyed committing that sin. It was real fun and I wish I could do that more often.

When Golu left the class, Raghu, Shiva and Akshay came back inside and jumped upon me like a hungry wolf.

“I defended myself in the best possible manner I could but they still managed to rape me.”

Minutes later, our astro teacher, Kumari Hansa Devi arrived. Her name was Hansa Devi but she had not a single sign of beauty on her face, or for the matter of fact, Body. She was as dark complexioned as a crow and was 5’2” in height, wore a glass that had paint coming off its rim and an old sari, which we considered to have been abandoned by her mother. So we called her Miss Hansa Devi, as we presumed she had already been designated with such a monicker.

She hardly paid any heed to the class. She used to come in the class, say whatever she wanted to say irrespective of the fact whether or not the class is listening to her.

Raghu threw the same piece of chalk that Golu had projected towards me, on Miss Hansa. I looked at him not believing he did that, not because he did this for the first time rather because we had a pact that we won’t disturb Miss Hansa since she already looked disturbed.

Akshay and Shiva giggled at Raghu’s undertaking.

Miss Hansa continued to teach as she did not care.

I was mad at him. I stood up and apologised to Miss Hansa for what Raghu did. Likewise, I was paying the cost of Raghu’s Sin. I think that’s why friends are there, they take each other’s problem as their own and still be together.

When I apologised to Miss Hansa, she looked back at me and said, “You don’t need to apologise for something that you haven’t done. A person has to pay the price of his deeds in the same life, sooner or later.”

I had heard this one before, from many noble minded persons.

“I still apologise for his doing mam, he is stupe to have done such a thing. I kindly ask you to forgive him please.”

“That is not necessarily required. What is of more importance is that at the end of the day. A person realises his mistakes and God shall forgive him.”

It seemed like I have been hit with verbiage of reality. I smiled at Miss Hansa and sat down.
From that day on I had a peculiar respect for Miss Hansa, we didn’t aliased her otherwise I would have stopped calling her whatever we would have. And since that day even Raghu started studying in Miss Hansa’s class.

Spirituality or Hypocrisy

It was a dark chilly night,(No, Its not a story about Zombies.)...

So, I had moved out to have dinner on this cold night where a 6ºC breeze punched you right in your face as it swashed. The temperatures in the city has never been like this ever before. As I moved into "The Taj Hotel" of Alambagh, "BABA KA DHABA", I could see the life propelling. It was a pretty normal scene one can experience at a conventional Dhaba. Two men scolding the waiter because the water he served them wasn't clear. Other servers running hastily here and there to dish up food to the customers waiting. The clapping sound of the chef at the Tandoor also known as the clay oven. It was a pretty normal sight, until I heard orisons, Bhajans, on the stereo behind the bar. The peculiar thing to be notice was the tunes on which the orisons were recorded, Dus bahane kar ke le gaye dil.

Despite, it wasn't the first time I had heard an invocation on a bollywood song's tune, it lured me upon thinking this time. A question that I think should be asked.


Where is the Spirituality in this?

Is it just the lip service?


I relate something like this to spirituality because orisons are anticipated to be a medium to feel God beside you. They bring you up close to God. So, are these people (the singers) really doing the needful? or are they like everyone else, selfish?
Where is the power of devotion and passion? Isn't one's true devotion to God quite enough to strike a tune?

These are merely songs. Words that are complacent, too indefinite and bland to bring a person anywhere near to God. The devotion of a true devotee is enough to generate a tune. It doesn't matter what tune it strikes but one thing that I'm sure of is it, that its definitely not going to be a copy of a bollywood song's. The world is at God's mercy and these singers by all odds are at the mercy of the tunes that our(bollywood) composers bargain out of some other Singer or a Composer. Though, my opinions don't matter but I don't think that our singers are solving the purpose that an invocation, orison, has. Its lacking the passion, the divulgence to come together to God. A supplication is suppose to effuse positive energies into the aura, bring happiness to people and make them feel close to god which is certainly missed out, when its not pure. It loses its purpose to lure people into the serenity of god and it loses the reasonable care it deserves.


"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude." Denis Waitley

Love @ 14

It stirred me up, when I met a series of fourteen year old girls one by one, all stuck in time with an illusion, an unheralded resolution of being in love.

Three girls...Nishika, Sravita and Preeti.

Nishika was the first, whom I had met on a social networking site by chance. She was the one who had been betrayed by the love of her life, Sujeet. He was her life, as she told me, but he had betrayed her. He had left her after making-love to her, but when he didn't even love her how could it be classified as Love-making? Unaware of the realms of love, she trusted the guy and lost her virginity to him. Her true and unconditional love for Sujeet had been embezzled and forged. The reason why I know all this is because she was shattered and needed someone to talk to. Someone, whom she didn't know and someone who would make her feel better, so that she is not disgusted by the mistake she has made. Though, she already was disgusted by the thought, and she was highly remorseful. She had made a mistake of her life and she will have to live with this ugly truth of her life. She, now hated Sujeet and I wondered if she was really in love or it was a mere illusion. A heedless thought of being in love with someone so ignorant that he doesn't even care about you. Love was at the mercy of her thoughts.

When I met Sravita, I thought she is just a small kid with weak sense of humour. She had come from Australia for her vacations here, for a month. I came to know her as she was a relative of my next door neighbors. First day was slightly ignorant, Mr. and Mrs. Sharma came to our place to introduce us to their relatives from abroad. The intention was more of flaunting their "Foreign" relatives than just an introduction. I was laughing deep inside, but couldn't resist from smiling.

"What happened bhaiya?", She asked me.
"Nothing, just feel like smiling.", I replied trying to control my thoughts.
"Mamaji is going out tomorrow since he is stuck up with some work and neither Mami nor mom knows how to drive..."

By this time I sensed a favor coming up. She continued,"...so do you mind showing me around?"
Before I could say something Mr. Sharma exserted," haan haan why not, why don't you show around the city to my niece while I am away?"
I looked at my mom and unwillingly acceded.

Since she being a 14 Y.O., I thought she must be interested in watching some old monuments around in the city, so I took her to the very famous Imambara in Lucknow. But she, on a spur of the moment asked me if there are any good discs in town. I was skeptical about her now and so I enquired, "Aren't you a little young for discs?"
"No, Bhaiya I go to discs all the while in Australia. I go there every now and then."
I thought, being 23 years old I have just been to a discotheque once and this lady who is just 14 visits this topographic point every now and then, What the fuck, I said to myself.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I just cerebrated she'd be having one, if she goes to such a place.
"umm...I've had a few."

I was shocked to death hearing upon her words, I almost started to curse myself to have had only one girlfriend who left me for certain reasons. I got inquisitive and started to ask about her boyfriends. She wasn't shy and didn't mind at all in disclosing her secrets to me. Those weren't her secrets anyways, all her friends knew about it. After listening to the stories about her boyfriends, I was least hesitant to take her to the most renowned and the only disc lounge in the city. We were the only two souls in the lounge at the fourteenth hour of the day. She instantly ordered a Tequila shot and fuddled it. I being a non-alcoholic and a non-smoker glued to a diet coke. Shot after shot, she was hitting them like a skilled dancer practices his moves. Five and six, this was the time when I indicated the bartender not to serve any more liquor. But what kept my eyes wide open was that this girl didn't have any sign of dizziness and her eyes were crystal clear.

"What shit do they serve, it doesn't have any quality even.", she evidenced.
So right,I thought.

We went out after paying a vast amount of money for the liquor she had consumed. On our way back, she started telling me how she was tricked by her friend to lose her virginity but how she enjoyed it. There wasn't a tinge of repentance in her words. I kept on listening to her tales. She told me all the stories about her affairs and how she had managed to have sex a number of times in 14 years of her life. I envisaged her experience and pitied her for her ignorance. May be, it was the culture in which she had been brought up, that being the reason for all her doings and treacherous course she had trodden upon.

I didn't want to be with her anymore. The next day, without even seeing Sravita again, I took a flight to New Delhi.

When I reached at my brother's place, I didn't know that there's a conspiracy by god and I will have to face on another teenager. I met her on the lift. She smiled at me but I couldn't smile back at her since my recent experience with a teenager were spine-chilling. Days passed by and I was engrossed into my college project. I went to a cybercafe to check my mails and there I saw this girl again. I was reluctant to talk to her, but then she asked me,
"You live in our building, right?"
"What?", I tried to ignore her.
"Anand Towers, We met in the lift, the other day."
"My brother lives in Anand Towers, I've come for a vacation here."
"Okay. Hi! I'm Preeti."

After introducing myself to her, I tried to carry on with my work but she insisted my to sit beside her. I tried to turn down her proposal but she was adamant, so I had no option other than to sit with her. We began talking and the ghost I've been running away from.

"Do you have a girlfriend?", She asked.
"No, I'm least interested in making one."
"Why?"
"Its just my choice."
"Are you gay?"
"Mind your language kiddo.", I gave her a stern look.
"Sorry, I was just kidding.", She smiled at me.

What is wrong with this generation, Don't they have anything else to do or think about? Every time you talk to someone, either they'll talk about sex or boyfriends/girlfriends. I pity the generation.

I took my diary & left the cybercafe. I started visiting another cafe which was in the other direction and 10 Kms away from Anand Towers. One day, I had to visit the same cafe as the other cafe that I've been visiting was closed. As I entered the cafe, I saw Preeti using the same system, she was on the other day. She smiled and waved at me. To avoid the hassle, I straight away went and sat beside her.

"Hi!", she said.
"Hey, Kiddo. How are you?"
"uh.. am fine..you?"
"Good.", I looked at her screen while my system was booting.
"What do you do?", I asked her.
"IXth"
"I didn't know you were in school."
"We never talked, remember?", She gave me sarcastic look.

I was logging in my F******K account, when she started peeping on my side.

"Hey, you use F******K. Add me preeti.xyz@vmail.com"
"Okay.", I said as I knew I had no option.

After adding her, I took a look at her profile and saw the relationship status of this girl,

**In a Relationship**

I thought not again, but then it reminded me of Nishika and Sravita, so I asked her.

"You in a relationship?"
"Yes", She replied with a smile, "By the way, What do you do?"
"I am a final year engineering student."
"Too old for me, eh?", she was still smiling.
"Yes, and I thank god for that.", I gave her the most weird look I could originate.
"So, What do you do other than going to school and having a boyfriend at such a tender age?", I continued.
"Usual stuff, what other normal people do."
"Having a boyfriend at 14 isn't normal for me."
"Well, that time has gone. Now it is."

I looked at this girl to ensure that she is really 14 year old or not. I even pinched myself to confirm if I wasn't having a dreaded dream. No, I wasn't.

"Anything wrong with that?", she asked me.
"This seems like a Question, isn't?"
"Uh.. well, I don't know. I always get a Question out of a Question."
"That's why ..you are too tender, too naive for love."
"How serious are you for this guy?", I asked her,"I don't know you, I don't know him and am not going to tell him, so be honest."
"I'm 100% serious, but I don't know if its love, but its something.", she seemed confused.
"And you still tell him that you love him, right?"
"Obviously."
"So, isn't it a bit unfair to both of you?"
"Actually I do think it's love, but..."
"Funny", I interrupted her, "I disagree, you are just 14. Nobody falls in love at this age."
"Why? I don't think there's any age for love and I do think its love.", She
"Yes, that's the point. You think its love but you don't feel it."
"No."
"Yes. Even I was like you at a point of time. I used to think exactly the way you do right now, until I realized what love really is."
"Okay, Whatever I think I love him and I'm very happy being with him."

After hearing this, I knew this girl isn't going to listen to me so I stopped bothering. I narrated her the two incidents that had happened with me and told her to stay aware of the consequences of being in love at 14.


It really touched my heart, looking at the suffering that this generation is causing to itself. Love @ 14 can sometimes be dangerous to health and may leave you into a state of misery.






Disclaimer:All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental

Hey Sunshine :-)

As the clock struck 6 AM ... I went out on my house roof to check the weather on this early foggy morning. I watched here and there until I heard the chants of mantras from the Gurudwara near my house. As the minutes passed by I could see the sun rolling up in the sky. It was a matter of a few minutes and the night broke into dawn. I could sense the change. It was happening right in front of my eyes. The darkness turned into light. I felt as if the earth was moving, actually it is moving. But feeling it locomote is something that normally people don't perceive. It was delightful how the gloomy night turned into a dulcet morning. I never expected the morning to be so delicious. I believed even our life is like the earth which keeps rotating and time is like the sun which changes our sorrows into rejoices. Its like a cycle. If joy is there, there will be sorrow and if sorrow is there, there will be joy.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. ---> Bible -- Psalms 30:5

The sorrows in our life are meant to be temporary and so is happiness. Change is necessary, for a man to keep realizing that his job is not over. He will have to work till his final breath. That's the way of life. In life, there is no retirement, one has to keep himself rubbing against the stone of life and it will be the cause for the change. If a person stops working then he might lose the joy he already has. As they say, there are no free lunches. This world is a creation of god, though atheists may not agree with me but I believe that there is a supreme power ruling above all of us and we all are mere characters. Its just like a video-game. Only the developer knows the cheats and the loopholes in the game unless he tells anyone else. Here, On earth, the developer either shares the secret of the game with others or the smarter breed finds it itself. Though, the creator of this game, Life that is, God is not stupefied that he is going to tell everyone the secrets of this game. One has to play it, experience it and win it. As the new stages come by, the difficulty level of the game will increase. The person will experience new challenges and hurdles in his Life and he will have to go through it. Only the fittest will survive.

Happiness and Sorrows are a part of life, what really matters is that how we deal with them. It's our dealing with our griefs and rues that matters and It is prospect in which we experience life. We can consider a small change in our life irrelevant or we can take full control of it and make it large.


Its our perspective of perceiving things, that matters the most.