Friday 27 September 2013

SMILE PLEASE??

She doesn't want anything spectacular. She doesn't seek for a life that was different from other people. She just wants to live like a simple college girl. A girl who will abuse the shit out of the sunrays for it being so hot. She wanted to have a gang of friends who will talk about random people and criticize them even if they deserve a lot of appreciation. She doesn't want to walk around with headphones in her ears. She wants to have everything that everyone seem to enjoy around her, except her. 
When random Facebook posts shared the message "Headphones on. World off", she actually want them off and want somebody in her life who can take her out of all those unhappy moments and make her forget everything that made her sad. 



The days seem gloomy to her. A persistent thought that has taken over her. A sadness that overlooks all kinds of happiness. What could have I done? I thought I tried my best. But my plan failed so badly. I just wanted to see her smile. She looks so lovely with that smile on her face. She has got no clue about it though. I was important for a few days. Those few days were enough for me to realize that she was one very important and special person in my life and I must never do anything to make her unhappy. But she thought I was looking to get into a relationship with her. Ha-ha! 
I told her I love her. But only if she understood that it wasn't a love I was using to get into a relationship with her. She is special and will always be. But she is that "friend" of mine with whom I fell in love but could never be with her. 
She doesn't care about me anymore. I "must" tell her that I don't care about it anymore too. She is my happiness. I want her to be her happiness too. She won't listen to me. I am not important.
But who cares. She laughs around so fabulously over the phone. Her voice, her abuses, her "ami shotti bolchi", her criticizing my Hindi, everything seems so mesmerizing... 
I know her. She will recover soon. She must. The day she will realize how precious is that smile, she will stop being sad and as Mr. Barney Stinson says "Be awesome instead"
Happiness little lady! 


My FAVORITE STRANGER!

Knock Knock!
Who's there?
Krish?
Yes? Who's there?
May I come in?

A knock on my door at half past midnight!!

I was just loitering around my room after I had my dinner. Why would someone come to the hotel room at 12:30? The delicious taste of Delhi's Aloo Paratha was still lingering in my mouth. I was about to call up my Mom when somebody knocked on the door. Room Service? No way. They are not going to disturb me so late.
But that voice. I have heard that voice somewhere and definitely, a lot of time. That's the voice of..... HER. But maybe I am mistaken. Why would she come up so late in my hotel room when I was about to meet her the very next day.

Can you please at least say your name? I asked.
You don't recognize me?
I do.. Are you?
Yes
Omg!
Yes.
Seriously?
Yes.
You aren't lying to me for sure?
Shut the f*ck up and open the door you microscopic a**h*le.

I had no freaking idea on how to react. Am I supposed to be happy? Am I supposed to be overjoyed? Should I pretend to be normal? Will I be able to show that I am normal? Will I be able to.. Oh I was confused like I was standing right in the middle of a maze and knowing that I have no place to escape.

She was standing there wearing the Red Liverpool jersey. Oh how gorgeous did she look! She looked like that amazing little lady with the most beautiful Red dress. Her face seemed to glow even in the darkness that prevailed in the 2nd floor corridor.
I kept looking at her face. She turned around. She was leaving.
Ketchup?
She looked back and smiled. I stayed stunned. Why is she leaving? And in a matter of a second she wasn't there anymore. I hurried towards the corridor but she was nowhere. Where did she go? Why did she come so late and why did she leave? I kept moving forward and whispered her name "loudly". It grew darker and darker. I started hurling down the stair and my legs slipped.....




"Room Service"

Oh! Yes come in.

.......... Where am I? I am completely fine. I was.. Was I?

Sir, you have a parcel from a certain Miss. Ketchup!
Ketchup? Yes please. Hand it over to me.

Raju seemed to giggle a bit on reading out that name. But he stopped immediately when he saw me staring at him.

There I was holding my Red Liverpool jersey. Why did she send it to me? Weren't we supposed to meet today? I letter slipped down from the parcel. I opened it...

"Hi Noodles.
This is for you. Wear it and never lose a match in your life. I know you have a birthday gift for me too. Keep it with you. Be born here next life. Give it to me then. Have a lovely life ahead.
Tc.
Your Ketchup"



Raju left after completing his room service. I just sat there, on my bed, when the letter getting wetter from those salted water droplets from the visual sense organ of my body. I looked towards my pillow. The small little lady crafted upon a canvas was still having that jovial smile on her face. I wasn't alone the other night..

A POSTPONED TRIP!

I woke up today, earlier than most other days and found my mom asking me to get some water from the reservoir, as the apartment pump problem had started off again. Early morning workouts with those heavy buckets seems so disgusting.
But there I was, helping out my mother as she stood beside me trying to get hold of the filled up bucket. She seemed unable to lift it up. After trying to do it for a couple of times she gave up and eventually I lifted it up and brought it to my place. 17 steps to the first floor apartment number 1A and I realized something. Something must be taken care of. Something which needs some attention and a lot of thinking.
Have I grown up? Or do I need to grow up more? I have never been in this age before. I don't have much experience on how to be when you are 21. Oh of course, I am still not 21 and I shall proudly claim to be 20 even on 21st November, 2013 11:59 pm.


But that's an escape route I always tend to follow. With my dad always trying to convince me in getting a job so that things stay safe and secure, I, on the other hand, always make sketches of my future entrepeunerships.
Oh before I forget, today I completed almost 70% of "Injurious. I have technically painted myself on a canvas and I hope I can complete it by October end.
I had a talk with Amlan. He said he will come to Kolkata on 27th November. Ah that's sad, cause I had plans to visit Delhi on the 1st week of December. I was supposed to stay with him in his hostel and that got postponed till January.
Oh btw, I have a surprise for "her". I am no way going to reveal it even if she continues with her smart trickeries. I hope she likes it. I'll be there in Delhi in January and she promised to be my guide. A life in a metro with her. Ha-ha! I'll tell it to her today that I'll be there in Delhi in January.
Well Diya is also excited in meeting me up. I have already saved up money for the trip and I hope the amount is enough for me to exist over there for at least 7 days.
Sometimes I look at that money and I think whether I should save it up for Sports management? My mom understands that too. But she never tells me anything regarding that. Probably she knows what exactly I want. Saving up those few thousands might be helpful to me, but a part of my happiness lies somewhere else too.
My Mom knows it and despite knowing what's best for me, she will allow me to enjoy those 7 days with Diya, Amlan, Sonakshi and her.



#NowPlaying - Meethi Boliyan

Thursday 26 September 2013

Happiness? Hello Me.

When you cross the teenage margin, you always tend to believe that it's high time you present yourself as a matured person. The arrival of a girl in your life does not change your approach but changes the overall concept of maturity for you. You believe the very things you do is also a part of being matured which ultimately showcases and discloses the childish and the jovial part within you.
The stable life that you seek for somehow takes a dip when she leaves you. She left you for a reason you'd have never left her for. But after she leaves, you understand that the previous 10 months with her was basically a wasted time which apparently took you away from your dream.
You know the best part? You still remember your dream. If you do, doesn't matter how devastated or how disturbed you are, you will one day, not today maybe not tomorrow, but ONE DAY, you'll find yourself so close to your dream that even if you look back, you will laugh at the person who did everything to take your happiness away from you.
So what if you are sad and low today? Do me a favor. Hold up everything. Nobody gives a damn about it and so shouldn't you. Don't ever permit yourself to be sad about somebody's else's negative contribution in your life. You feel lonely without her? Excellent! This is the best moment to understand how strong you are and realize that you can achieve your dreams without being supported by a member of the opposite gender.
You are 20, single, not looking to mingle and the closest people you are with other than your parents are your fellow football friends and the members of your club.
Somehow, this present situation is a big time turn off for any girl who might be interested in you because maybe to her, you lead a very dull life. A life that is filled with boredom and is quite miserable. However, she doesn't know one thing. She doesn't know the secret about how you always manage to stay so jovial even after leading a "publicly opinionated" miserable life.
The secret lies within and are very small, unattended objects/person who plays some kind of role that always keeps you happy despite having innumerable reason for you to stay sad. A hug from your neighbor sister who pronounces your name is "chis" instead of Krish. The small mischief sessions with your mother when she does everything to pull your legs when you are busy chatting on Facebook. Those laughing sessions when you are watching a hilarious Sitcom "Curb your enthusiasm" and still have clear memories of "Seinfeld". But there is this one little secret that seems absurd even to your parents. A football academy which you always dream of. Small children running around the field wearing your designed jerseys and two trainers guiding them.
You have already sorted out your plans. Sports Management it is. 1 year in IISWBM and then if everything goes well, University of Liverpool babaaaay! No it's not a matter to put up as a Facebook status. But it's happiness within you that motivates you acquire your dreams. You have everything sorted out and you are waiting for the train to arrive. You are ready to step ahead and work hard enough to achieve everything you wish for. You know you have nothing to showcase now but you have challenged yourself.



"I may not be working now and earning my family over 10,000 rupees per month. But in 10 years from now, your father and mother will look up to you and shout it out to the world that My child is doing something that nobody has even dreamt of. Everybody expected an improvisation. Everybody complained. My child has brought in a solution. People seek for jobs. My child invented one."

This ain't a challenge to the world. This is you, challenging yourself to work harder and in 10 years time you will have your own school of football excellence.

This is your LIFE. This is you. This is how you decorate it, no matter whoever comes to jeopardize your dreams.
This is HAPPINESS.