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  • Tough Situations Are The Best Teachers

    Tough Situations Are The Best Teachers

    This story is all about a boy named Utkarsh who is not satisfied with his usual life and encounters a situation where he realises and comes back to his normal life and leads it in a satisfied way.

                         

               Since childhood, Utkarsh was a normal boy with no happiness in his life. Even though he was given with all the requirements needed and comforts needed he was never satisfied with what he have .

    “He was never satisfied even though he was gifted with required comforts.”

    On his 18th birthday his parents, his near and dear family friends planned a small surprise party for him which included usual cake cutting and party crackers.

    The very next morning, he had an oil bath followed by blessings from elders of his family and went to college. At college he was gifted with many gifts by all of his friends and this didn’t give a flavour to his happiness and more over he felt this 18th birthday will be one of his usual part of routine of his life. He was later blessed by all of his teachers. 

    “He was blessed by his parents , family members and teachers.”

    He planned to give all of his friends a small party as a token of memory on this day and then took them to a normal restaurant which is fine dined, well maintained and clean. All had their seats at the corner of restaurant which is specially designed with low light for small parties. In addition to their favourite dishes all of them ordered many specials that the restaurant could provide.

    They had a hearty meal with the specials provided and all their favourites were left half eaten as they were full. They shared their good experiences, few misunderstandings and few good memories which they had among them and had a chit chat until sun set and left to their homes.

    “They had good time with a hearty meal and left to their homes.”

    Utkarsh reached his home within a couple of minutes as it is nearby to restaurant. His mother then remembered that he didn’t go to temple today and arranged a basket of flowers with two coconuts and sent him to temple. He booked a cab as the temple is far from his home. The cab arrived and he boarded the cab. As he had a big day he was dead tired and fell asleep memorising the complete day.

    Unfortunately it happened that he boarded a wrong cab. By the time he woke up he realised that he was left in a remote area. He was left with no money and there were no network signals available in that area. He had a long walk for a couple of hours and he was completely exhausted. Within no time he was dehydrated.

    “He boarded a wrong taxi and was left in a remote area with no money.”

    In that situation he just left all his hopes on his life and luckily he was observed by two boys who had unfair complexion with dark skin tone, uneven teeth and partially dressed with torn clothes. These boys had pot of water on their back and some hand full of food which they were carrying. They served Utkarsh with utmost love hoping for him to regain his lost energy and setting him back to his home.

    This created wonder in Utkarsh’s life, that handful of food and pot of water that those poor boys served him was the best meal which gave him immense satisfaction restoring him with lost energy. He was then guided back to the city by those poor boys.

    “That handful of food and pot of water was the best meal that he ever had which gave him immense satisfaction.”

    Once he reached home he saw his worried parents love for him, his friends love and realised that they all include the best part of his life. This realisation lighted his dull life and added a piece of activeness with satisfaction.

    “He started to live a satisfied life.”

    Thus, this situation taught him a good lesson and From then he took a small resolution. Whenever he came up with any of the situation where he may left out with food either at home, in some event or party he took the initiative step and distributed it to Orphanages, old age homes and to people where he see any one in need for food so that it would help a lot for their sustenance which in return gave him immense satisfaction and brought happiness to his life by serving them.

             “Tough situations gives you the best part of your life.”

  • The Joy of Giving

    The Joy of Giving

    It’s Christmas time. Alice, a little girl truly depicts the spirit of Christmas. Read on to find out how she does it.

     

    It was Christmas time. There was an air of festivity everywhere.

    Snow covered streets, Christmas trees for sale, family shoppings, everything seemed exciting to little Alice. She was the only daughter and was treated like a princess. Sitting in the car dressed in her favorite pink frock she said to her mother-“Mom! Our Christmas vacation starts from tomorrow. We have to go to Christmas shopping as you promised tomorrow. I want a pink frock as my Christmas gift”.

    Her mother said-“Why my dear! You have always wanted a pretty doll, besides you already have a pink frock. Why do you want another one?”

    Making a puppy face, Alice said-“Mamma please!” Her father who was driving, looked at her from the front mirror said smilingly-“Anything for my little princess”.

    They reached school. Alice bid her parents goodbye and walked towards school gate. Standing beside the gate was a girl in a very shabby dress, looking at people passing by with great curiosity in her eyes. Upon seeing Alice she gave a wide smile and waved at her. Alice went to her and started talking to her. Upon hearing the school bell ring she bid her goodbye and rushed to her classroom as she didn’t want to be late to her class.

    After school, while Alice was coming out of school she saw the girl, talked to her. Finally, her father arrived and she left with a last goodbye.

    The next day Alice and her parents went for Christmas shopping. They bought a pink frock as wished by Alice. However, she wanted it packed.

    Her mother said-“But Alice, Aren’t you going to put it on tomorrow? Why do you want it packed? “.

    “Please, Mom!”-cajoled Alice again with a puppy face.

    Her parents looked at each other and her father said -“I think she is becoming too much of a spoilt kid”.

    However obliging her request they got it packed. After shopping they got into the car and at one particular lane, Alice asked her father to stop the car.

    “Please, Dad!”-Alice said coaxingly.”Please stop the car here”.

    “Alice,” her father said angrily, “this is the last time you are getting things done that way” and stopped the car.

    She nodded and got out of the car with her packed pink dress. She went to a girl whom Alice’s father recognized as the very same girl to whom Alice was talking to yesterday.

    Alice handing over the gift to that girl hugging her wished her “Merry Christmas”. The girl was stunned for she never received any gift from anyone until now.

    She took the gift, unwrapped it and found a pink frock in it. A spark lit in her eyes and there was joy written all over her face. With a very wide smile and a small tear at the corner of her eye, she hugged Alice and said-“Thank you! Thank you very much! This means a lot to me”.

    After proper greetings were completed, Alice got in the car and explained to her parents who were watching her with a mildly surprised look.

    “She always used to stand beside the school gate looking at people.”-Alice said, I happened to notice her couple of times. Finally one day I asked her-“Why do you always stand here?”

    “Why don’t you come inside?”

    “Are you afraid of school?”

    “You know I was afraid too, but school isn’t really that bad.”

    The girl half smiled at my curiosity and then said -“I do not go to this school. My parents cannot afford the fees here. I come here to watch these people with lovely dresses. I really like your pink dress”. Alice smiled back and nodded her head.

    That marked the beginning of a pure and innocent friendship.

    They talked daily and that is how Alice has come to know of the girl’s house too.

    “Sorry Mom and Dad! I just wanted to surprise her” she said after explaining everything.

    “It’s ok my dear”, her mom said, “but what are you going to wear tomorrow?”

    Alice gave a very sweet smile and said-“I shall put on my pink frock which is as good as new”.

    Her father patting her gently on the head smilingly said-“I’m proud of you, my dear”.

     

     

     

  • The Land by the Chambal

    The Land by the Chambal

    The story is about Ajay, a boy who like most engineering aspirants goes to Kota but end up getting attached to the place.

     

    Ajay entered the hotel room relieved that it was finally over. After all, it was two years of hard-work and determination and all for this day. The JEE did not go as smoothly as he had expected but it was nonetheless, satisfactory. After a quick look at his performance he started packing.

    It had been almost 2 years since he was away from home. It was dusk and his train was scheduled well past midnight, at 2AM. He finished his packing well in time and rested for it had been a hectic day. As he laid down to rest, several thoughts of Howrah crossed his mind. His mind ran over the majestic bridge while another part of it was savouring the delicious roadside ‘puchkas’. As his mind was wandering over the banks of the mighty Ganges, he was finally going to feel at ‘home’.

    Home? Was he ever going to feel at home in Howrah? No, for his heart was elsewhere. His heart could not leave Kota though he had physically left the place a week back. He was in Jaipur to give the JEE exam.

    Two years back, Kota had seen a nervous boy of 16 alight its platform with his father. The child silently followed his father to the hostel chosen by him. On the way, he saw his coaching institute. Silently the thought crossed his mind, ‘This will be deciding my future.’ His father left after making the necessary arrangements. Ajay was alone in the new city which in no way resembled his home. He could sense competition everywhere from students to coaching institutes and from hostels to auto-rickshaw drivers. Life was going to be tough.

    Ajay’s hostel was luxurious but the food there was awful. Adjustment was the key. He could not eat outside everyday however, delicious the food outside had been. The coaching institute, quite in contrast to its appearance, was a lovely place to learn just because of its teachers. Some teachers had left an indelible mark on his conscience. They taught him to be self-reliant and to accept failures gracefully. While some of them inspired the students by their sheer academic brilliance, some left the class giggling at their ‘honest’ recollections of their life.

    These were not the things for which Ajay chose to remember Kota. He yearned to see his friend there, he thought he would never make. Ajay was an introvert, highly unlikely to make friend in those surroundings. Fate had something else in store for him. He had two friends from Howrah who were staying in the same hostel as him but it was not with them his friendship grew. Ajay’s heart constricted as he wandered down the memory lanes.

    He remembered the walks to the nearby mall, after dinner accompanied with Prakhar and Ayush. The distance would be covered by any sane man in almost 5 minutes but we took almost half an hour. Despite, the busy schedule of each one of them they found time for each other just to gossip about their teachers, their classmates or their teachers. One person particularly talked about was Ajay’s roommate, Jatin.  Jatin had created quite a bad name for himself owing to his moon-like temperament or his way of living.

    He recalled how once on Prakhar’s birthday. They had searched the whole city in search of pink goggles and a pink hair band. The birthday was celebrated with full fervour and enthusiasm as result of which Prakhar’s room was left in a messy situation. It was then that Prakhar told them that his parents would be visiting him that very night. This blew the lights out of everybody present there and everyone joined in the work to clean his apartment. No sooner had his parents entered the room than we had finished the cleaning. We were all glad that the job was finally done. Ajay stared at the ceiling as if the whole scene was being enacted there.

    He recalled their trips to ‘Tatva’, the best restaurant of the place on occasions, the sudden movie plans and the late-night elaborate discussions on inconsequential topics.

    He missed the Dussehra of Kota which matched the Durga Puja of Bengal in its grandeur and crowd making Ajay feel at home in Kota.

    He also had his share of hard times, when he had fights with Jatin, when he failed to meet his expectations in the monthly examinations, when he felt nostalgic, when he was disappointed by his friends. As Ajay saw now, these where the times which had made him the person he was.

    His mind stopped by the Instrumentation Township. This place held a special meaning to Ajay with its open fields and a variety of birds. Whenever Ajay felt bored or aimless, he would go this place in search of answers. The place had nothing to offer but peace. It was quite in contrast to the hustle and bustle of Kota. The place became their football stadium in summers and the badminton ring in winters. The township was the ideal place to forget worries and embrace the freshness of nature.

    Ajay now looked at the clock. It was almost time to leave. He called the cab and reached the station in no time. The train was standing on the platform. He stood on the platform as if deciding whether to board the train or not. He recalled the words of his elder brother,’ you will be in tears when your enter Kota or when you leave it.’ It had been a week since he had left Kota, but the feeling was now sinking in. He had no other option for he had to be practical.

    The joys were only for two years and so was the independence. Now, he had to return. The whistle of the train blew, reminding the passengers to board the train and informing everyone of its departure. Unwillingly, Ajay entered the train compartment. Hardly did he enter when the train started. With tears in his eyes Ajay saw the receding platform of Jaipur, hoping someday that he might again visit the land by the Chambal.

     

  • A Bond of Time

    A Bond of Time

    This is the story about mother and daughter’s relation over time. 

    Once there was a bubbly girl named Sophia. She enjoys with everyone not just of her own age but with elders and younger’s too. But she never had a best friend at her school so she made her mother her best friend. She used to tell each and everything about what happened at school and that too at one stroke. Her mother does a teaching job at a government school. Despite having a lot of work and tension of the job, the mother very keenly listens to each and every pronounced word of her daughter.

    The two had an unbroken bond which was growing with every passing day. Days passed, years went by and the young girl finally has completed her high school and wanted to study further. She got admission in a college which was far from her home. Everyone wondered how these two lives will live without one another. The college was prestigious and it was Sophia’s dream to get admission. Her mother was very strong and she wanted that Sophia should pursue her dream and she herself don’t want to become the hurdle of her glowing path. Sophia went to study but with a promise that her mother would call twice a day and one time a video call irrespective of hectic schedule of both of them.

    Years pass, time goes on, as everyone knows it never waits so this was also no exception. Sophia was enjoying in her new company and new environment. She no longer felt the hollowness of her mother’s love. She worked hard to get good grades but never forget to call her mother and to see her plain but beautiful face daily. As Sophia was growing younger and younger her mother started growing older and older.

    One day Sophia worked till 6 in noon and suddenly realized that her mother had not called. She was worried and negative thoughts started overpowering her. She ringed her mother’s cell but no one answered. She called about 4-5 times every time with the same result. At last she was annoyed and splashed her phone on the floor. Then she quickly finished her work and went to her room for rest. But internally she was restless that physical rest helped a little.

    Next day she rang again but still in vain. Then she took a vow to herself in anger that she from now onward will never call her mother again. She completed her work early and at noon received a call from unknown number.

    Initially she thought it to be company’s call and didn’t answer. It rang again and then she replied. After listening a single word she was out of senses and in tears. It was her mother’s call. As she was annoyed she bitterly conveyed her feelings and soon ended the call. Listening to those harsh words was no easy for a woman who was recently discharged from the hospital. Yes, she was in the hospital which was the reason she didn’t attend the phone and video calls. The mother was admitted to the hospital few days ago when she suffered from lower abdominal pain. The doctors checked and reported as nothing serious. As Sophia was attached to her mother very closely everyone planned not to tell anything to her else she might leave her studies in between. This was the biggest lie and secret between Sophia and her mother.

    Calls became less as days pass by. The bond of love was affected by hatred and anger. Sophia’s temper became worse and eventually she became impatient. Time ruined everything. Time affected the bond which was once never ending. Being a pampered girl she used to give surprises as well. She got vacations and planned to surprise everyone by a sudden visit. But she had a little idea that it would be she who will be startled seeing the locked door. Pushing the heavy bag aside she called her mother and with outraged voice asked, “Where are you?” Her mother very calmly lied, “We all came to watch a movie. How are you my little ……. “.

    She immediately cut off the phone and started doubting her mother’s love. She kept the gift at one side of the door and booked her tickets and went back to her college. This time the doctors said that her infection has been spread and she’s not having much time. After coming back home mother saw the gift and was overwhelmed and immediately called her daughter. Daughter in her bad mood answered to the point and turned the phone down saying, “I am busy maa. Call me later.”

    The bond of years was getting weak by time, by space and lies between them. The misunderstanding between these two came out to be far more powerful than the passionate relationship they had many years back.

    Just after Sophia’s finals were over she got a phone call from unknown number urging her to come back home soon. She hastily replied, “I am having a party and I am quite busy. I will come home after 5-6 days with an offer letter in my hand.”

    Mother was taking her last breath. Her last wish was to see her daughter and eliminate all the misunderstandings between them. But that never happened. After 2 days doctors gave the word. Mother was no more. Sophia had been called. She sprang from the bed and immediately took her things and booked tickets. She reached home and saw the last ritual was going on. She was definitely grief stricken but above all she regretted the most. The love, though was weaken over time, but these two souls were never separated. Sophia cried hard, as hard as she could. She was in deep pain, an irremovable pain. Everyone try to console her. She herself tries to get out from this unbearable pain but all in vain. The guilt would never leave her.

    After 2 days, she found a letter while cleaning her mother’s wardrobe. The letter read as:

    “My little girl, I might be not with you when you will receive this. This is a not a piece of paper but a token of my love. This paper contains my emotions and feelings which never changed in past years. The situations changed my dear, but the love grows even deeper. We both reacted differently to the same situations but my love and affection has been the same. I know my child that you too love me the same.

    It was just your deep concern about me that made you panic and you dealt differently with the going circumstances. And yes! Your worry was in the right direction. No one told you but I was admitted in the hospital for the past few years – nearly when you left for your college. I got a heart stroke and unbearable abdominal pain. I was in the hospital when I lied to you about the movie. Now, my little girl has grown young and smart and a responsible person, so you have to take care of some of my left over duties. I am always with you.

    Never think yourself as alone. Find me where you can and feel me in the air. I have always loved you my girl and don’t carry guilt with you. You did nothing wrong. It was just the circumstances which made you reacted in unusual way. I know you admire me and that your affection was never less. Hope you cry little after reading this.

    You lovable

    MOTHER   “

     

    Sophia was fully disturbed after reading this. She cried hard and just uttered one word sobbingly “mom”. She can’t believe what she has just read. It gave her a shocking as well as a learning experience. But now her guilt was no more with her. She was relieved from the heavy burden she has been carrying of guilt. She then realized the importance of love and time. Her train of thoughts ran and she discovered that it was neither the time nor the space which ruined everything. It was her reaction to the simple situations which ultimately lead to the complex consequences.

    Thereafter, Sophia enjoyed each and every moment ignoring the hollowness and loving the air. She took a job and started supporting her family. Her tempered was changed and she became even more patient. She was aware of the importance of love and being lost of it as she has experienced both. From that time onwards she neither never criticized time nor space but changed her reactions to solve a problem in efficient manner. It has been rightly said that “time heals wound”, and it lessen the pain as well.

  • I won but I lost

    I won but I lost

    The story begins with a girl of 17 years named Kavya. Reading was her hobby.  Though her dreams were too big but the hard work was small.

    She lived with her mother in a small rented house. Her father died when was she was only 5 years old. Kavya’s mother worked as maid in houses of city nearby their village. They could hardly earn a living but her mother left no stone unturned to give her beloved daughter the best education she could afford.

    Kavya’s dream was to become a writer and build a house of her own. She wanted her mother to get rid of all the hard work she has to go through because of her. Books were her best friend. For hours she used to sit with her books. But was this enough to become a writer? Probably no. She hated going to school which gave her ample of opportunities to enhance her talent.

    “You should go to school, dear. It will help you.” Said her mother.

    “Oh how will that boring school help me? They can’t make a writer out of me.” She said with her eyes busy in the words of her book.

    “Your wish I cannot force you to do something that you don’t like.”

    “Don’t worry mother, one day I’ll be a writer and earn so much that you will not even have to get up from your bed for drinking water.” She said hugging her mother.

    “We’ll see dear, after all future is so uncertain.”

    The next day, her only friend in the village came to her house and informed Kavya about the writing competition that was going to be held in their school.

    “You should come. If you win they will publish your work in the most popular book. It’s a great opportunity for you. You can submit your work any time after that and the best part is- you will be paid for it. What else do you want?” insisted her friend.

    “Go away. You know I just hate that school. I will not come. Thank you.” She said bluntly.

    Few days later she received a call informing her that her mother became unconscious while working in the kitchen and have been admitted in the city hospital. She ran to the hospital.

    When she reached, the doctors informed her that her mother’s situation was critical and they had to conduct some test whose report will come soon in the later part of the day.

    “Oh god, please save my mother” she prayed.

    Soon the report came and tears rolled down her cheek like rain from cloud. Her mother had blood cancer and required a total sum of 5 lakh for treatment.

    “You need to submit the money so that we can start the treatment” said the doctor.

    “Please start the treatment doctor I will arrange the amount” Kavya begged.

    “We are sorry. We can’t go against hospital rules.”

    Kavya did not know what she should do. From where she could get help, there was no one….

    She suddenly remembered about the writing competition in school and called her friend.

    “That writing competition? Sorry dear but it’s over and one of the girls about higher class won. And you know she got 5 lakh as gift!” said kavya’s friend.

    She cut the call cursing her for what she missed. Though she was able to arrange some amount of money, it was not enough.

    Unfortunately, her mother died, an NGO adopted her. She went into depression and decided to work hard and fulfill her dream. She worked hard and emerged as a beautiful and inspiring writer.

    She soon wrote a book on her mother’s struggle.

    She wrote-“TODAY I WON BUT I LOST….”

  • Logic and Belief

    Logic and Belief

    Contrary to the belief humans are the most irrational animal on earth in reality. People judge others often not looking into their own thoughts, and to realize the same the need of introspection arises!!!

     

    The phone in my purse rang, my room was extremely disorganized for me to find the phone and finally when I got it, I was breathing heavily, my friend Saloni got concerned and asked me whether I am okay or not.

    I felt like opening my heart to her completely. “Yes, I am okay physically but not mentally. I was getting ready for an occasion, some puja in my neighbourhood. My neighbour invited me today. It is some sacred ceremony at her place. Many people, whom she invites, come there to worship but a greater mass to discuss about dresses and all. I don’t understand, if worshipping god is so important, how their minds get deviated! That is the reason I am finding it quite difficult to choose my attire for that event. Leave it. I find my neighbours some religious geeks! You would be astonished to know, they will observe minimum one ceremony a week, on an average. Can you believe it? These people, they believe in idol worship so much. And about the rules of religion, they are just too strict! But I don’t believe all these. I don’t take this religion stuff seriously at all.”

    Saloni was as patient as I expected her to be considering the past record, she would always listen to what I speak with minimum of her suggestions, and she would rather try to make me find out what I really want. She then said me, “Why are you going there? Because you couldn’t deny!”

    I was just feeling like resting my heart in her palms, “Yes, you know me so well, that every time I talk to you I feel more and more connected. I couldn’t deny them and now I don’t want to go.”

    You know, it’s just not about getting ready to go that makes me so lazy to go but I even find people who worship to have some of their wishes granted by God. Really, I feel pity on them. Such a poor thing to do! If wishes were fulfilled this way, then people wouldn’t have worked ever and would have dreamt of flying without wings!! I mean, the beliefs that I am going to face there are quite questionable… Aren’t they?

    Saloni chuckled on my explanations and then said, “Well, I understand people have some weird beliefs, they used to rationalize their beliefs rather than trying to believe on the logical things. In the system beliefs come first and then logic but explanations often tend to make them sound like it happened the other way round.”

    I always get a feeling of assurance and confirmation while talking to her. Then I narrated to her another important incident of my life.

    “You know, Yesterday I met Mrs. Gupta in the temple. You remember her?” I just heard her saying, “yeah, she is a nice lady.”

    “Yeah, the moment she saw me, she told, “hello, you look very pretty. Your dress is really superb. Where from you bought it?”

    I replied being modest, “thanks aunty. Brother gifted me this. Nice, no! By the way aunty, this sari is really fabulous. Green on purple; what a combination! You really have a good sense of fashion. ”

    “Oh, thanks dear. And you here?”

    “Yeah, aunty; I am keeping a fast on each Monday. Just for that. ”

    “Really! What for?”

    “Oh, it’s for the sake of my success in the exams.”

    “Wow! That’s great.”

    And she went there for some worshipping purpose. She used to go to the temple if she intends to go anywhere out of the town. She says she wants to see the God before going out of town. And the most bizarre thing is she is coming today and again she must be well adorn with a nice sari and I just don’t want to go being in a simple outfit.

    Saloni was listening to all my chats without any form of disinterest. And then suddenly I realized that I didn’t ask her anything about herself.

    I just asked in a hurry, “Hey, sorry, I was so busy talking about myself that I almost didn’t ask you whether you had time or not! How are you and how is life?”

    She replied with her usual merry tone, “Yeah, am fine. Life is good…”

    We both chuckled. She works in LG and it’s a practice of mine to ask how is life, to which she will always promptly reply Life’s Good…

    We both became friends in high school and after that we used to talk on various topics. We made a good pair of friends as she used to listen and talk less and I used to talk much intending to be heard. She went to stay in Delhi and I had to stay in Bangalore for job purposes but distance never was able to separate us as we used to have a good amount spent in phone bills…

    She used to speak less but with that she will make me realize as to what I am doing and what I think I should do. She will not ever ask me to accept her thoughts and beliefs rather would ask me to understand my own thoughts and beliefs the way she did today!!

    Then I asked about her health and workload and all sorts of casual questions. She then just told me, “Well, I went last Saturday to a temple here. They have a tree, where you need to tie some lace and your wish will come true. Did you know about that?”

    I simply said, “Yes, I do. I have tied laces many times there. Some of my wishes also did come true.”

    She then simply replied, “How easy it is to make your wishes come true! No! I tied a lace today asking for a pair of wings that could enable me to fly wherever I want.”

    I said, “What? Wings to make you fly, but doesn’t that sound quite impossible? I mean how can someone wish for that and how will that be fulfilled?”

    She replied, “Well, if tying a lace in a tree can make your wishes come true then I can wish anything. These days I am finding it difficult to work much, so I feel like going there and tie laces to lessen my tension of getting my jobs done. I guess, they will be taken care of by those laces!”

    I was just simply astounded at my thoughts being cleared and said, “Okay…” (With a long pause) and She replied, “Now, go and get ready for your function.”

    I simply agreed and hung up the phone to find that now every dress in my wardrobe felt quite okay for the occasion!

  • A Frozzy Morning After A Frizzy Night

    A Frozzy Morning After A Frizzy Night

    It’s a story of a newly wedded couple and the beginning of their new lives. It’s all about how they meet each other for the first time, and how they fall in love with each other. Its a story about how successful even Arrange marriages can be. Any relation will be successful only if theirs love, trust and respect in the relationship. Marriages open a new door to the beginning of a new relation. A beautiful relation! A relation of love.

     

    Good morning, he wished her as he walked in her private room. He brought her a bed Tea, as he knew without bed tea her day never begins. She was brought up as princess at her house, they took utmost care to preserve her safe away from the world.

    Kept in a nutshell she was always protected by her family. Now it was my turn to take care of her, and never make her realize that she’s at a new place or never let her be uncomfortable. Now she’s an integral part of my life and its my responsibility to make her life as beautiful as of a life of a queen sitting on throne. Today is her first day in her new house.

    She looks so cute while sleeping, her curls falling down her rosy cheeks.

    I could see her trying to hide herself from the striking sunrays peeping in through the window panes. Sitting next to your loved ones and watching them sleep so calm would surely attract you. I wonder what makes me fall for her every time I see her, I still remember the first time I met her. An official date it was! Our parents sent us to meet each other. Yeah I forgot to mention, ours was an Arranged marriage. Yeah it was arranged cum love marriage, for the reason I fell for her the first time I saw her. Her beautiful gesture and her impressive way of living flattered me on our first meeting itself. We met at a café house where she purposefully came in skin tight jeans and a bell bottom top with fringed hair and a messy look. Quite opposite to how we assume Indian brides on her first meeting. She was a girl of her choice, lived independently all her life.

    We both exchanged a few views and our way of living. She wished to live in with her privacy even after wedding. I respected her decision of living independently even after wedding. While I was remembering our first date, I saw her struggling inside her sheets to hide from the sun rays. I wish I could let her sleep, but we have a plane to board. We were flying to Venice for our honeymoon. It was a holiday cum honeymoon sweet package gifted by my colleagues. We were so exhausted after the day long rituals and a lavish wedding ceremony that we almost thought about postponing journey. But our parents made us agree by explaining that it is only those  few days after the wedding which are most special days for any couple and they give memories to cherish lifelong.

    Ultimately both of us agreed to it and packed our baggage for the early morning flight. Meanwhile I saw her staring at me, i didn’t even realize when she woke and since how long she has been starring at me while I was lost in my thoughts.  I wished her “Hey, Good morning!”

    “Good morning, But why are you awake so early?” she whispered.

    I guess she totally forgot about the flight. I said, “We have a flight to board in a couple of hours! The airport is quite far from here, and we need to start early”.

    I could clearly sketch the tiredness in her face, but she woke and went to freshen up. Meanwhile I was waiting for her in the dining area. My hostel experiences of cooking helped me cook some light breakfast for her. Later she joined me for the breakfast. I could see how surprised she was to see the food served on the table. Their she was standing with a surprising expression and here am still glancing on how beautiful she was.

    Every time I see her, she leaves me in a perplexed state. This time she was wearing a red sari, and she looked perfectly lavishing in her attire. We then drove along the roads of valley, heading the airport. It was winter season, the season of chills cum thrills. The mist covered the roads and the mountains far looked amazing midst of fog. It was just me and her and a never ending silence.

    Though she didn’t uttered a single word, I could see how excited she was to watch such a beautiful serene. Among the frozen air and cold waves all I could feel is the warmth in our hearts. Though I was the silent prevailing thousands of words were shared through our eyes. I was a new beginning breathed into my life. Winter and he falling snow, none could grab my attention as much as her she did. So deeply I found myself engrossed in her thoughts, that I didn’t even realize when I drove along the way from home to airport. How beautiful the journey was, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without her. She has completed me, accepted me the way I was.

    She’s tuenes my life into a beautiful fairy tale. It was the beginning of a new tale, a beautiful tale of my life.

     

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  • Dear Zindagi

    Dear Zindagi

     

    Life will never come with everything perfectly settled into its related place. Everyone here is struggling with one or the other reason making living more dramatic and filled with different emotions. You may not be happy with your current situation but you cannot run away from it. It’s your life you oversee it. Many a times we choose to stay silent and struggle the battle in ourselves. At this spot, try to talk. Speak out your heart, the issues that are killing you. That other person too may have gone through that tunnel of hopelessness. Take the chance to converse and listen to someone. You may be the need of someone and so can be the other person to you.

     

    In a busy noisy office, he sat in his cabin quietly. A pile of files was laying at one corner while on the another a photo frame occupied space with a picture of an old woman in it. Her face was wrinkled but as if it added to her beauty in it with grey hairs. A soft and small smile was decorating her lips. That black-eyed woman in the picture, the most eye-catching thing in his cabin today didn’t diverted his attention like it used to hold all the time. He was engrossed in the screen from hours with his right-hand resting on his face chin. Neither did he moved nor did he even blinked for a second. Even the buzzing and loud coworkers sounded mute to him. As if he was the only person in that glassed skyscraper that day. On his screen was a display with confirm option where the mouse arrow stood. He was keenly watching the confirm option without changing his eye sight.

    Suddenly the phone next to him rang out loudly breaking his concentration. As if he came back to his consciousness he jolted on his seat and breathed heavily.

    HELLO…?

    Oh .. umm  yes sir how may I help you?

    Hmmm hmmm okeh. No, that won’t be a trouble at all, we are appointed for this only (gives a fake laugh). You don’t worry sir. Around 12 for sure you will be receiving it.

    Yes (gives a fake laugh again)

    Happy to serve you. Contact us anytime, we are always available. Take care. Thank you!

    Bye

    Slams the phone back and starts getting his files together, he gives a peep at the screen scrolls from the confirmation option to close tab and closes off the web page. With a bundle of files in his hand he vacates the cabin and marches away.

    In the same office, another cabin was occupied by a woman chattering continuously with the coworker next to her and sipping her coffee. She was a healthy woman with a heavy voice tone laughing loudly after every minute. Her desk was full with pages, files and folders laying scattered.

    He came by her and without asking kept half of the files on her desk and went away. She saw him with her laughs getting silent and turning into a heavy huff of breath.

    Great … more work!

    Her coworker gave her a pitiful smile and she smiled back nodding her head and sitting back to her place.

    The remaining day passed away with both burring their hands in the files continuously clicking and typing like machines. Around 6 everyone in the office started packing up. She too saw the big clock on the wall and energetically got up to pack. Settling down her stuff she was almost ready to leave when he came to her cabin.

    HOD called for a meeting. You are staying back.

    Wait! What … but I have evening plans. I was not even told about it.

    Listen! No one here is ever told about anything. You do as your boss asks to. That’s how work gets done here. Now get yourself to the conference room, I am not going to stand here and console you.

    She stood there with an unsettling attitude and cursing him in her mind. With that she got together her files and started following him to the meeting. Around 9 they got free and went back to their places. Night fell and he silently kept watching the busy road in front of his house until his eyes got heavy while she raised drinks in the bar till she had her senses.

    Next day like the usual started as the offices opened, cabins, desks occupied with the related employee. Files getting supplied, papers getting printed and faxed. The same old busy morning of a typical corporate firm. He too was busy with work but as if his mind was present somewhere else. The same web page was open and like last time the confirmation option again appeared. Somehow making himself stern he managed to occupy himself in the files rather than the screen.

    So, what you did last night?

    She was standing next to her smiling widely and tapping again and again his wooden pen holder.

    Sorry what?

    Last night? I just straightaway went to the bar. Such a burden is given in this office; drinks are the need. What you did?

    Slept. With a pause, he uttered this word and got back to his work. She stood there watching him in disbelief.

    Too much to do. Haah!  Anyways I just came to tell you …

    She was speaking when suddenly she saw the website on the screen. She leaned forward and started reading it

    Oh my my my .. big shot! She exclaimed in amusement.

    Hey! what are you doing? Do you even understand the term privacy? Woman what’s wrong with you! he fired back at her and started minimizing the window.

    The way this is being flashed on screen it’s no way private Mr. and don’t over react.

    she taunted him and went on her way. Whereas he sat back quite displeased with the act of her. That same night they both had to stay back and continue work. He was upset and uneasy with the incident. He kept peeping through his cabin to her and watched her every move. She was pretty much aware about his actions and was enjoying the show. As this kept going for few more minutes she finally stood up and went to him.

    It’s almost 10:00 pm. Let’s grab dinner. This work is going to take hours more.

    Without arguing her or rejecting he too got up and collected his over coat as if he was waiting for her to come. They both walked down to the local café and got themselves stuff to eat. He kept watching her continuously.

    You know it would be much better if you utter out your issue rather than watching me as if you are going to eat me instead of your dinner.

    She commented while eating her chips and sipping juice.

    You are going to mock me, right? Or tell me are you going to tell everyone in the office about it?

    Do you assume me to be that free? And plus, I am not a bitcher.

    No but for revenging on me.

    Revenging? Hahaha for what?

    Sitting back in office with me.

    You do that on purpose?

    No! I get orders

    Then why are you putting such lame questions? I very well know that’s not in our hands. At least don’t act like a kid.

    Please don’t tell anyone. He pleaded with his eyes getting melted in remorse. She saw him getting drowned in a sorrow. He stood there stern and still.

    I can’t deal with any more burden. From 10 years, I’ve been working in the same designation. I can hardly breathe here. As if I am invisible to everyone. People just work like machines everything is deployed and I am sick of it. My mother wanted me to work in a reputed firm, I did what she wished for. But to fulfil her dreams I left her away. One relation I had to maintain… just one and I lost it too. Last month my fiancée broke up. She found love in some other person. 2 years of relation and suddenly she leaves. I can’t let my mother know about it. I am tired of everything. There is no one I can even talk to. I am a man and I am not allowed to cry, to feel love, to share a shoulder for support. All this for a false image of a strong man. I don’t even have bank balance to afford my own house or what more, even one airplane ticket to go back to my land and visit my mother. This big city of millions has big bills that fit only in large pockets. People like me are just crushed every day. And now after all that struggling years I feel like quitting, breaking every hope, every expectation of my mother who is everything to me. That passion and dedication for work is no more just standing between a road I don’t know about. This tag of being practical in the money race has killed my own life.

    He kept speaking and started crying. As if wanted to lighten his burden he had already prepared all the words his heart wanted to yell. For the first time, she saw a man who shrank down to an innocent soul tortured and killed by the gold mining fight of everyone. For living his mother’s dreams, he was no more living his own and was more of a empty brain and dreamless heart.

    A silence settled in both of them for a while. She got up to attend a call and came back.

    The director called and told we can leave. No need to be back at office. Let’s go home, it’s quite late.

    He wiped his tears and walked out of the café. He was lost in his thoughts and forgot she was too walking next to him. Getting home made him lonelier. He somehow managed to sleep with dark as his partner of every night.

    Next day, he reached office feeling little awkward for last night. His mind kept plotting scenes of how she would be thinking about him in her thoughts or maybe even would have been telling all about the incident to some of her near ones. Somehow he tried to act as if nothing had happened at all and convincing himself as if everything is normal he reached at his cabin and started settling himself. His vision as if ditched him and made him look for her. Scanning all over the place he found her standing next to water cooler busy in her cell phone. He thought of confronting her but dropped the idea and lowered his eyes before getting caught for looking at her. His heart was beating faster making him more anxious and feeling uncomfortable. His mind kept repeating again and again that she will now laugh on him and may also let the director know all about his thoughts, about how much he is unhappy with his job. From one thought to another thought his mind kept shifting until and unless he found himself lost again. In all this circumstance, he felt the urge to lit a cigarette madly and went outside in a hurry.

    After an hour, he came back feeling a little bit relaxed and at ease. He looked around searching for her again but she was not present there. Thinking it’s none of his business to keep a watch on her and he did no harm to anyone or even the firm he clicked on the screen to get his work done. A new mail notification appeared on his screen. Casually he just opened it and started reading. His eyes widened and lips got glued as if. No more was he even moving his eyes neither speaking anything. A confirmation email related to his flight had appeared.  All these days he kept checking the flight ticket costs by entering his vacation dates and now it was all confirmed not by him but someone else. Without wasting a single second he called his mother to thank her for the confirmation. The bell kept ringing for a while and she answered.

    Mother!

    How did you even know about it?

    But before he could even go further with large smile started vanishing. The bank as mentioned in the invoice through which payment was done was not from his paternal place. Bewildered he kept watching the invoice again and again and refreshed it thinking it may be of some mistake. With that, beneath his pen stand he found a letter stating-

    Ok!  So,

    Just don’t think any more or keep watching the confirm button. It’s all confirmed. Now just rush and pack your bags. The city does gives big bills but depends upon you too how much you take from this city. Second home is here only it’s just you don’t want to see it in that way. After so much struggle you climbed the stairs of establishing here. Just one step away you are, don’t quit. Your land will always be yours but try to make a new land your own. People of this land too have heart, just give a deep look and talk your heart. The money you worry about will come in the end every month but not the opportunities you miss. Sometimes there are the one-time chances that happen. Think deeply about it and then take decision you won’t regret.

    Now if you are all good in a swingy mood stop staring me. God! That’s terrifying. We will go out for dinner, do wait for me.

    A little smile played back on his lips and he felt a new birth in himself as if Meanwhile his mother kept speaking and asking him what all was he talking about.

    Oh … that was nothing important. It’s just I am coming home mother. I am coming home this time. He disconnected the call saying the lines and quickly got up from his system and started searching for her. The more eagerly he was looking for her, the more she was as if getting away from his view.

    After some time, he found her standing in front of office park all alone. Without waiting any second more, he rushed towards her. As he reached he grabbed her from arm and hugged her tightly and kept saying thank you thank you thank you thank you. She stood there laughing and trying to reply. That day he found a friend in the city that made him feel alone while she saved a soul from getting lost in dark.

     

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  • It’s All the Same

    It’s All the Same

    New is just another version of the old, an artificial version of the natural existence, accepting the new without the premise of old makes beliefs irrational until the moment when they are challenged!!!

     

    Bright lights went dim and the noise of the crowd went into silence, the appraisals went towards a humming sound creating goose bumps in my ears. It was a long time that I came to my favourite place on earth for a leisure. Then I saw Ramu kaka cleaning my house. I find this person way too connected to me for whatsoever reasons. He just understands how I prioritize my decision and is damn good at executing them just as per my taste.

    He stopped cleaning the utensils and asked me the purpose of arranging this party in a large scale after such a long time, that made me feel quite good to answer. I went on saying, “Yes, kaka, it is a great achievement that I had recently; I am rewarded as the best business tycoon in the country. It was the sumptuous ceremony of celebration for this grand success of my life. So, I arranged it in my farm-house. I love this place. The pine trees at both sides of the path from the gate to this place of mine, look fabulous. The lawn is well maintained by my care-taker appointed over here.

    The swimming pool here is too beautiful. Such a big one; I love it. Even you know what! I have kept it in the mid of my lawn. That gives me a feeling too natural. When I just take a bathe there and get up; it’s like sun is in the sky and

    I will be stepping on the green grass of my lawn, it feels like heaven. What to say about the night shower. In the moonlit night it feels too romantic.

    To the backyard of this house we have plants that have golden coloured leaves and very bushy. They enhance the beauty of this place. In the cool breeze of winter when they move slowly, I feel as if they are playing, enjoying the cold. And I’m so fortunate that this time all my guests have this opportunity to experience this view. Yes, it’s because now this is the winter time and the same play is going on here. Some of my guests have even stayed here for the night to enjoy this ceremony of love with the rising sun of tomorrow. This is a great honour to me really. People like Mr.Keats and Mr.Williams are staying to enjoy the show of my farm house.”

    He said being happy for me, “Congratulations Sir, it is for this reasons that your father used to say that you had a long way to go! May God give all the parents in the earth a son like you.”

    That made me quite struck, I just felt as if all my pomp vanished in a moment, “Well, kaka, I don’t know what my father really meant by that but looking at his circumstances and outlook I would rather say he said things quite in a generic manner, he never might have imagined this. He revered these things as such a height that he might not have imagined his son to be a business-man. He used to compare the street shops to big businesses, he would say business is the same however what matters is the scale of operation. Well, I would not agree, as businesses really differ on what they operate as much as how and how much!”

    I felt somehow as Ramu kaka felt bad on this and he simply switched the topic to say, “Well, son, how was the food? The caterer was really being stubborn not to come but I managed quite hard to convince him to come.”

    I felt as if I have grown irresponsible and with a sudden rush I asked, “Why kaka? Didn’t you have food yet?”

    He said, “No, I had my food but I just wanted to know how your guests liked it? You know, tastes differ and they do matter.”

    I now got the context and suddenly replied, “I am sorry. In the pleasure of my house I forgot to mention the party of the night. The food preparation was liked by all my guests. The caterer was an awesome personality. I am quite impressed with him. He cooks too delicious. I know him much before this. His food tastes too good and that’s why I just invited him here. Thank God, the decision worked fantastic. I’m happy that my guests were well taken care of.

    Credit goes to that man, my caterer and you of course.  But seriously, I don’t like his life-style. I don’t understand how they lead their life there in such an uncivilized manner!

    His residence is in a very disgusting place. I don’t like that at all. In the country side, by the side of the river Narmada much nearer to the paddy fields he lives there. They are two brothers. His elder brother is into farming and he is into this. Quite a good business raw materials at hand to produce and serve; No! But their living; so obnoxious; I tell you. They go to bathe there in that river. I wonder how the modern man can live in such a manner! Bathing in the river!!! Having paddy fields at the backyard; how village-like that does seem!

    Those grass in the front of their home! The creepers of bitter guard and cucumber at the side! They say, they are in peace there in the cradle of nature!  But how can they be happy in such a village like atmosphere! Again the occupation of his elder brother! The job of uneducated people! I can’t even imagine how cheap their life style must be! Working in the mud and dust amid the barn in dirty clothes! No sense of fashion! They don’t even know the manners of dressing well! Living like the uncivilized people of history! I can’t believe they are a part of the modern society.

    Quite a mass opines regarding this. Even in our high society some people think farming needs to be encouraged. But if farmers are this part of the society with whom I can’t even think to click a photo sitting side by side; how can they be important! Like, I am a very important person in the society and I do hold a good position. I am being dressed in an imported brand and wear foreign branded shoes. My shoes even cost more than their monthly expenses. And look at this segment debating that these farmers should be given a good place in the society. But I want them to rethink on the issue that whether they think this segment of farmers to be social…!

    Kaka was astounded and asked me just a question, “Well, son, what was your business about? I forgot, sorry…”

    I was taken aback at his forgetfulness and said, “We are one of the biggest bakery industry in the world.”

    He then again asked, “Yeah, now I remember, and you procure your materials from the farmers residing near river Ganga… right?”

    I was feeling the whiskey making its heaviness feel and I was just sensing what he intended to say with these little questions, I nodded and wished him goodnight but in reality the sun has risen inside me to wake me up from the dreariest dream that I was having…!

     

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  • A Conversation to Soothe

    A Conversation to Soothe

    A sister goes on to soothe the confusions of her brother about life and his thoughts, soothing the lad in a faraway land!!

     

    Early in the morning when I was just going to start my day my phone rang. I went in a rush to pick up the call to find that it is from my brother in the far away land of USA. The moment I picked up the phone all my laziness went just as a sudden shock, when I realized that he was crying. In a faraway land he was feeling all alone and before going to bed he just felt the urge to talk to me. I was the only one to whom he gets open up to and today also was just a same day of outburst but what made me feel bad was the distance of him. I felt too helpless, he was just going on saying things I never imagined will happen and today I was on phone listening that they already happened. He was saying about his friends, “Today Ayan came and asked me not to talk to him ever after as he is now friends with the most influential person over here, who is actually a bully and used to hit others; however he is treated as the God father of everyone going anywhere and because of him today I don’t have any friends.”

    I was listening and then I just asked, “Is he so bad to mingle with? I mean, how cam you not be a friend with him as then you will not feel isolated!”

    He burst into tears and kept on saying, “That is my problem! Why I am born like this! As I know that he bullies others, I can never accept him as a good person even then how can I accept his favours! People whom I perceive as bad, they turn out to be good to some or is it that I am perceiving people in a wrong manner! I am confused didi. I miss you.”

    I was feeling like crying then and there but I just was keeping myself composed and trying to remain as cool and calm as possible.

    I sensed he wants to listen to me and understand an clear his confusion rather than wanting me to just hear him,

    “See, dear, if I say, I want to call the wall in front of me as table and the table in front of me as wall, then what will happen!

    There is actually no difference but it will just create a lot of confusion in understanding and communicating with people in the world. Again my problem is, though I am thinking to do this, yet surprisingly whenever I see the wall, the word table doesn’t come in my mind. There is no ratiocination as to why I should say this barrier of bricks as a wall and why this supporter of wood as a table. But I can’t keep myself from saying the same words to address them.

    Sometimes I feel to rebuke, to hurt them who hurt me; my thought is obviously something quite well reasoned. But my conscience says it as a bad thing to do. Though I have reasonable facts to support my consideration as right thing yet I can’t believe it to be! Perhaps I don’t dare to go against the orthodoxies conveyed to me by time.

    That is how is the case with you and the rest of the people you are narrating. You have taken it in your lessons as to be self-reliant and accept whatever your ability brings you, but not all are made the same way. Sometimes results weigh over the journey or the path and people who have been trained that way take no problem in accepting the results without bothering about the path, but our grooming will not allow us to do so however much we may try!

    Things seem like a parallax. The way something, we call a particle can show a wavy nature under certain circumstances, I think, it might be showing some other behaviour seen from a different angle in which it is not seen yet. I’m not a scientist even to do so! But often I find darkness as the representative of an empty space devoid of light. Devoid of any colour is black. But how come so? When the place is not consisting of any colour how then it can be called as black colour! That is again a confusion, isn’t it!”

    I was hearing his sobs turning into “hmm-hmm-hmm” and I was feeling his transformation towards calmness.

    “Black colour doesn’t anymore keep the place empty and so does darkness.

    The combination of all the colours gets converted to white colour of light that in turn makes the things in front of us visible. The medium seems not to have any obstruction and thus is a void. But how void is the combination of all the colours in the world! We are taught black is devoid of any colour but it gives sense to a colour yet we believe what we are taught to believe. The same way it is for the colour white.

    The consideration of good and bad follows the same root. We continue analysis on self realisation, lectures on consideration of an action but the real thing is everything is the same as black and white; particle and wave; discrete as well as continuous. The real process is the game of the position of our eyes and that of the object. A dot seen from top is discrete but horizontally it seems to be a line.

    Destination of life is just a point when seen from the top but it takes the entire life to be there. The journey of life is like that line. A particle showing the nature of wave as the crests and troughs of life. Future is just a point but past is that line and present is the connecting thread of understanding of that concept.

    What we see is what we are taught to see and what we are expected by the mass to see. But there is often (in fact always) something beyond the mere sight displayed; just like black and the darkness beyond the void and transparency in white light.

    Our consciousness is owned by our society and ancestors. We don’t believe thing rather we are made to. The lessons are so inculcated in our nerves that no logic can bring them out. Logical analysis will only make us believe what we believed is always true. In fact logics are even taken into consideration to make us sympathise with ourselves for we ought to have faith on the system of our reliance.

    Consciousness and conscience are biased by the same system by which our cultures are. We show pity on certain creatures but not all.

    What is the fault of the creatures unable to experience our kindness is though unknown to us. The Hindus don’t eat beef but can have mutton and chicken, Muslims don’t eat pork but are carnivorous for all other animals. Both have the debate to justify their religious practice. But definitely it is never admissible that a group of the same human race don’t eat pork and another group don’t eat beef. But beliefs are made to be proved by logic and no logic can counter a belief. That’s what the things are; quite round in nature just like the cosmos.

    Moving round and round they will move on the entire ground. So, just be your way and the world will fall into place. Never get confused about you existence, your essence, though you can and should always question your beliefs to refine yourself!

    He just said, “Yes didi, and for me you are my panacea to clear all my confusion and soothe my unrest. Now you go for the college and I will go to sleep. Good night…”

    I replied him with happiness to sleep. His smile and the calmness in his voice made my day!!

     

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