JUST TO LEAVE HIM AGAIN..

She started talking,
Finally, she said a word.
She asked him to stay quiet,
She didn't know, he was already lost in her chord.

She kept him busy,
She kept him mum.
She said she'd come back soon.
And then, he wished she was never gone...

She waved him from a distance,
She waved him after millions of hours.
She smiled again..
She knew he still has her flowers..

But as she grinned,
She planned to stay away again.
She came back for him..
Just to leave him again..

It's alright to stay without her.
It's alright, she didn't choose to stay..
It's alright to feel lonely for her..
It's alright to make yourself believe that way.

It's a good life he has.
But a missing puzzle still haunts him..
He plays a different game now.
But the puzzle still reminds him..

A wish to see her again.
A wish that may never be true..
But a valiant man, he is..
He'll make her believe when he'll say I love you..

....BECAUSE NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!

I realised I was getting old and boring. Well, even a year ago, my come back words got me loads of likes on Facebook. Well at that age, it was quite an achievement. The comments I made, probably had more likes than the post itself. Well who doesn't like to have over 30 likes in your comment, that too in the year 2013? 

But then again, where exactly did that take me? Or rather make me? Facebook smart? Witty? 

These days, the only come back I make, is to home from college at 7 pm, get all the notes updated in my desktop and do all the boring works a guy of 21 can possibly do. A personal life that does not exist and is just supported by a dizzy pair of eyes that is always trying to notify me how tired I am supposed to be everyday. But somehow this life makes a lot more sense than the street smart one. Well, as publicly opinionated I have been tagged uninteresting by a lot of women. Thank god, I haven't heard the same from my male friends because that will be a very low point in my life. They are smart enough to keep that adjective away from me.

Anyway, life seems pretty monotonous now. A superpower that acts as a strong repulsive force against women. Not that I am trying to find one, but I don't see anyone loitering around me either. With the everlasting unpleasant face to show off, the attitude is right now acting as an icing on top. Anyway, before this write up turns out to be another whining and pms-esque one, I'd prefer to change the direction at once.

Indian 'turns' 68 today. Communist are still saying we are not completely independent and I am, on the other hand, getting tagged in several pictures. Something funny is happening out there. With Indian flags becoming Whatsapp DPs and people sharing patriarchal pictures all over Facebook. I am a 21 year old kid who claims to be a very grown up man, has done SHIT for this country. Oh BTW, this country has also done SHIT for me. But I neither complain 364 days a year nor do I change my DP on the 365th day of the year and here the 365th day is actually the 15th day of August. 

Too much of explanations? Sorry. :( We have exceptions in this smart world. 

With the very little I have done in my life, I stand at a particular point, every Sunday, trying to figure out how bigger can I make it. Well, whoever is reading this, just a hint of fact for you. LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE SHIT. It's written in the stars as well as on the sexy lady's arse you keep staring at. All you have to do, is spend your life. trying to prove how wrong this statement is. No matter how disgusting, depressing or boring you think people perceive you, if you are fully concentrated, you will have plenty of time to laugh at other people. And you know what's the best part? You won't spend a single second doing that because you will be busy doing what you love and nothing else would matter. 

This write up probably doesn't make any particular sense. You are free to praise. You will, however, be charged if you complain. Ha ha. kidding. See you in the next article. 

Good night. :)

KNOCK KNOCK!

It's just another night
And I'm staring at the moon
I saw a shooting star
And thought of you
I sang a lullaby
By the waterside and knew
If you were here,
I'd sing to you
You're on the other side
As the skyline splits in two
I'm miles away from seeing you
I can see the stars
From America
I wonder, do you see them, too?

America..  

She came in.. She knocked at the same door that he opened a few hours back. He was peeping outside his bedroom window all the while. Some yards away he saw a very beautiful lady, talking over her phone. She turned towards the house but only caught his dangerous attention. An attention that was enough for him to keep staring at her amidst all his homework. He kept his door opened for her to come in, hoping that she might turn up. 
And after a while, she did say "Hi". 

The closer she came, the prettier she looked. 

The closer she came, his heart started beating again..

In agony...but in happiness too! 

He knew something wrong will happen again. He looked at her closely, her eyes were gorgeous, her face so tempting that kisses were just holding themselves back. He tried his best not to mess up that moment. He looked across and fell in love. Oh well.. He messed it up again! 

She kept talking. He kept listening, but only to her lips. He stared at her as if he has seen the most beautiful face ever. She introduced herself, he did the same.... He kept describing her as if he has been looking at her for a quite long time now. 

She blushed, she felt happy. 

She met a stranger who didn't judge her..

She listened to him too..

She met a boy, who just watched her...

She said she has just lost her way. She was supposed to go somewhere but the roads look very complicated for her.. He assured her that he will do everything to help her out, although knowing that he has very little to offer. She didn't know that a boy, so younger to her, was slowly but steadily falling in love with her. She knew she won't be there with him long and it's just a matter of few hours that she will again have to head back home. She just knew it. He realized it. He had shut his door for a long time, but she was different. Her face was enough to make him believe again.. He words rhymed more than poems. Her face glowed more than the shining object inserted into her fourth finger in her left hand.. 

He wanted to touch her and he did...
He made a mistake and he couldn't repeat..
She wanted to leave, but he asked her to stay.
She said she must go, he said he will wait.. 

She said she has to go away, to a far away land... He smiled back knowing not what to say. The little bit of happiness that came knocking at his door is about to leave soon. She was just like a midnight dream. A dream that brought in all the happiness but just came with a validity. 

And here she goes away bidding him goodbye.. He gives a small kiss on the back of her palm thanking her for the lovely moment she offered him. 

It was short but now she has a lover. 
She belongs somewhere else, but his heart belongs to her.. 
She will flow away, just like a pretty dove..
She became his, because it was a lot like love!

MY DADDY STRONGEST!! MY MAA PRETTIEST!!

We sit back and think about the girl that crossed our mind just a few hours ago. We spend half of hour day trying to calculate the amount of love that we have for someone who was once a stranger. 

I am 21 now. For the last few years, relationships, women and sex have been a part of me at a great scale. I am sure when we all are around this certain age, a particular girl is always keeping our mind busy. Despite being something in the professional world, we always try to get in thoughts that are just related to "someone special".

I am not saying there is anything wrong in that. Absolutely there isn't!! But do we realize that when we reach at our most vulnerable age, we like everything apart from our family. We say we love our dad and he is the best, only when he gifts us something. A Facebook post of how amazing is our mom pops up every time she makes us our favourite dish. We turn selfish to the people who created us. I look back at my high school and college days and I regret doing certain things which I could have ignored. 

I looked at my dad today while he was soundly sleeping on the sofa. He was actually watching a Tv soap and probably didn't know when he dozed off. I called him up a couple of time but he didn't reply. I got scared. I shouted. He woke up as if some dangerous dream forced him to wake up. 

I had my differences with my dad. Everybody, at some point of their life, may have faced the same situation. 

As we all try to behave like a grown up man even when we are in our 15s and 16s, we tend to go away from our family. Visiting places with them seems too uncool for us. Maybe it's not a mistake. It's a part of the trend. But a trend that doesn't seem good when we grow up and look back, does it?

My mother had been suffering from diabetes and innumerable other diseases for the past 7 years. Every month I go to the medicine shop and recite all the names of the medicines to the shopkeeper. A lady who is living on 10 different medicines make me the most delicious foods every day. She might not be the fittest but she is surely the strongest women I have ever been with. 

My father goes to work everyday and comes back with an exhausted look and practically just looks to lie down the remainder of the day. I get pissed off with this attitude. Why would he not talk to us? I always had complains about my dad not supporting me or taking interest in what I do. I still do. But a few days ago, he started explaining me about certain insurance things that he had done and he wanted me to understand all the documents carefully. He got me a new AC in my room. I wanted him to put that money in my college fee but he still did it. I may not have put a Facebook status for him, but I surely understand that although he doesn't show his support in public, he cares about me a lot. He may not be fan of my career plans but all he wants is to see me safe and secure and financially strong. 

My dad goes to the market every 2 days a week. My house is filled with vegetables and all the healthy foods. It's a different thing that I am a complete nuisance and I fail to live upto a healthy lifestyle. Every sunday when I accompany him and carry those market bags, I realize how difficult it is for him to go to the market 3 times a week and carry bags weighing more than 10 kilos each and then immediately hurrying up for the office.

I may be too egoistic too say it to my parents, but I promise to work hard and achieve a lot, not just because of my glory but also for their hard work and pride.

ALL CHARACTERS APPEARING IN THIS WORK ARE FICTITIOUS!

It's been almost 9 years since Rehan had his first crush. The girl was extremely studious and simultaneously gorgeous. Rehan was so much into her at that time, that he stammered every time she even looked at him. It took him 3 years to eventually propose the girl of his dreams. Well, not really his dreams because he used to meet her everyday at school. It was more of a fantasy. In his fantasies, beside making love to her, Rehan used to imagine his marriage with this girl, who was pretty much out of his league.

3 years to propose a single girl, eh? Rehan was sure that the whole world looked at him as a coward and a loser who will probably never get any gf and die alone. He was concerned about his hairstyle so much that he even decided to try on 6 different hairstyles in one year. All because of that one girl. 

However, the story doesn't end well with this girl. Even after taking his time to propose her, she never paid much attention to him. 

Today, Rehan is a college graduate. The paranoid predictions he made during his school days of not getting a gf ever in his life came out horribly wrong. Till date Rehan has had sex with 6 different women and made out with more than 15. 

The concept of respecting women and treating them properly was very much installed into his brain by his family members. Everything was scripted until he met some "good friends". Friends, who didn't mind kissing without being kissed. Friends, who didn't mind blowing, even without knowing his favourite colour. 

The same guy who never had the guts to say "I like you" to a woman once, doesn't need to say it anymore. He laughs it off when a "woman" of "moral values" comes upto him and talks about how important is LOVE. Oh well, even he had a love story. Rehan sacrificed all his earnings to just go over to someplace else and be with the woman he loves. She said she loved him too. But all she offered was her body and several feeling less sessions of just kiss kiss bang bang. 

With every women he has met, touching her vagina seemed to be more easy that touching her heart. Notwithstanding the fact that his words can be a big time turn on. 

He has never forced a woman into getting physical. Still very much abided by his principles, Rehan had never approached a woman with "wrong intentions" until he realized how easy it was to do it. The concept of love disgusts him. The conversation which leads to discussion of love, turns him off. It's like he has decided to switch it off completely.

But amongst all these, he has a friend. A friend who stays far away. A special friend who has listened to his shity topics and horny fantasies. Women have become insignificant to him. Sex has become easy for him and it never looks good when sex becomes easy for a man. 

Sometimes, all he wants is a just a cuddle into her arms and do absolutely nothing. 

A little bit of happiness lies somewhere else. 

A shoulder to cry

Without being asked why...

ALWAYS IS THE WORD!

I am no expert in love stories. I have been a part of many. I still have my own love story. I have heard a lot many too. What are love stories? Stories that make us smile? Stories that make us laugh? Stories, which has an arguably happy ending?

From “oh my god” to “what the fuck” love stories have been the most important problem in all our lives. While breakups are followed with sympathies, patch ups are followed with err the same thing.

I am 21 now. The number of gfs I have been with is significantly more than the number of times I have passed in biology. From hopelessly romantic to being directly attracted to a person’s ass, I have been a part of almost every kind of affectionate as well as lusty feeling.

Today, I faced something new. Something that I had seen long time ago in a movie called “Antoheen”. Well it’s a bengali movie. When I watched it, some 3 years ago, I kept quiet for a long time after it ended. The way it ended, it wasn’t supposed to end like that.

The cute online love story was shown in quite a nice and romantic way. But why did it have to end like that? Three years later, I got to know something similar today. Well not script by script but a lot of today resemblances what happened 3 years ago in the movie.

Sympathy wouldn’t have helped. A hug? Nay.

The only thing that came to my mind when I heard it, was “Shit happens”. I wanted to hold her cheeks and say this to her. “Yes darling, shit happens”

I am childish. I am not matured enough to react properly to such an incident. I am poor with being a crying shoulder. I have always made people strong, no matter how fucked up they are.

From a kid, the only thing that might sound supportive is him promising to be there for you till the very end. Forever is long time and most of the times most of the humans mess it up really bad. I have nothing to offer. Just the word forever seems to be the easiest way to comfort you even when I know you are strong enough to comfort yourself.

Always is the word. Forever is the expectation. “I’ll try my best” is the phrase I promise.

This is for you Maharani Victoria.

2 States of MIND!

I make sure I miss out on romantic flicks. I have more or less been successful in doing it from time to time. I only watch a romantic movie in a hall if I get a chance to make out with the girl who accompanies me. I had no interest in watching 2 states. But Archana is in town and I couldn't say no. More or less, I was least bothered about the story. 

Just as the movie started, I was totally into my critic mood. From laughing out too loud during "kaho na pyaar hai" remix to pointing out the mistake that the beer bottle was already empty, I was doing what I always do best. There was a scene where I even noticed that the amount of beard on Krish's face seemed less immediately after a particular continued scene. 

Everything seemed boring in the movie. Especially the romance part. By saying that, I am referring to the entire storyline. 

But there was something in the movie that was similar to my story. Oh no, there is no resemblance with the romantic part. My name just matched with Arjun Kapoor. Something else in the movie caught my attention. Each and everything matched with my story. 

I have never regretted anything in my life other than one particular thing. I have always assumed that thing to pass away and expected it to never haunt me. But today as I sat there watching 2 states, which is a supposedly a romantic movie and not my cup of tea, I realized I had tears in my eyes after a certain my point of time. I will not be able to write it down here but as I kept looking at those pieces (scenes), I did not like the way it looked. I whispered to myself, "so this is how it looked like 5 years ago".

It took me back 5 years from now, where I did something exactly the way it was shown in the movie. Till this day I regret doing it. 2 states brought back the memories.

I can't change that incident. All I can do is be successful enough to see my dad support me when I am not expecting him at all.

Mirror Mirror!! Shut up but listen to me.

“You know she smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man”, Rahul kept murmuring.

“Shut up! Will you?” the mirror shouted back.  “You are just assuming yourself to be James Blunt”

With this, Rahul indulged himself again into a long evening chat with his mirror. Rahul doesn't know that the mirror speaks to him. But somehow he understands that he must present his best performance in front of the mirror. And he does it fabulously, doesn't he? Every time he goes out, he makes sure he looks perfect in front of his mirror. It’s like he has a secret love affair with his mirror and he has got no clue about it. The mirror just laughs it off cause it believes that Rahul does everything for it.

Sounds like a self obsessed mirror! Sheea.

The mirror kept listening to Rahul as he bored it with the entire so called fling story. The woman, whom Rahul supposedly met at the food court, was having a crush on him, according to him.

“Another step towards wasting time”, sighed the mirror.

Rahul didn't stop until he realized he was getting late for tuition. He started arranging his books. But something stopped him. He kept standing near his desk for a long time.

“What is he thinking now? Will he go to the food court again tomorrow and see if the lady is still there or not. Oh well! She should be. He just said she was looking all formal and was probably employed in the shopping mall itself. Oh my oh my, I am such a Sherlock!”

After getting into such an obvious conclusion, the mirror still looked concerned for its best mate. Rahul hasn't move a bit for almost 2 minutes now. That’s approximately close to a decade.

And why shouldn't it be concerned?

The mirror was the only thing in the world that knew Rahul through in and throughout. It has seen him naked; it has seen him make out with his gf, get ditched and so many other things. Oh wait! Did I just forget to mention, that it has also seen him try to cover his neck with a rope a few months ago?

It was only because of the mirror that made him change his mind that day. Just as he was about to kick away the chair beneath his feet, he was lucky to have a look at himself against the bedroom mirror. The rope around his neck did not make him look handsome at all. The two passport sized photos of his gods attached on the top right hand corner of the mirror did everything to make their son stop from committing a mistake.

"I love you." Now Go Get A Condom.

"What if I fall in love with you tomorrow?" said Ananya.

"Yea sure! Like that is ever going to happen in any possible tomorrows" Navin replied.

Having said that, both again indulge themselves in making out for the 3rd time that afternoon. It was Navin's fourth day in Bangalore. The first time when he met Ananya, he wished she turned out to be pretty ugly. It has always happened like that. Navin actually liked speaking to women over Facebook and thereafter meeting them. He saw the world complain about this procedure, but there wasn't much of a difference that caught his attention. All the Facebook beauties that he met over Facebook weren't interesting enough to stare at when when they came face to face with him. It has always been like that and Navin never felt the need to not act superficial. 

Ananya was from Bangalore and she has been in touch with Navin for almost 7 months now. They were both happily committed to their respective partners when they started talking to each other. Like complete strangers they loved everything they spoke about. Judging each other was never an option. 

But down the road, a lot happened. To be precise, shit happened to both of them. 

But they had each other for comfort. From secrets regarding crushes to ambitions, from weird fantasies to masturbations, hiding facts wasn't their cup of tea. 

"So what if I really do fall in love with you tomorrow?". "You know it's going to be our 7 months anniversary from the day we started talking" Ananya interrupted. 

"I know why you are saying this" chuckled Navin. "I am not going to have sex with someone who doesn't love me"

"That's why I am saying, what if i fall for you tomorrow. Can you go buy one packet, please?" said Ananya with a funny yet seducing accent.

"No way am I going to do that. You can assume I am impotent, but I have too much of feelings for you now" 

They stopped. They stopped talking as if they both loved what Navin uttered. He could clearly see in her eyes that she wanted him to tell it again. But even he knows, she will never admit to that. Ananya closed her eyes and cuddled in his arm, as both lay down half naked in the small hotel room. In no time, she seemed to have found the place that has brought her peace. She slept in his arms, as he continued to stare at her beautiful face. Tears started rolling down as he knew that his lady could never be his. Three more days and he has to come back. He saved all his income and travelled almost 1000 miles just to spend a week with the one he thought he has fallen for. All these 4 days, she never let him stay off her sight. They went around, they laughed together, they cried together, they made love together, even when they weren't touching each other. 

But Navin knew something. He was having the best trip, but as he will get back to his hometown, this will just remain as memories that will never come back to him but will surely haunt him for a long time.

As he lay down beside his lady, he never thought that after 3 days when he comes back, she will tell him that it was just a favor she was doing to him. It was just a goodwill returned for his "initiative" of travelling so far just to meet the lady of his dream. He kept staring at her heart, not knowing that there actually isn't any inside her. His smile grew bigger every time she kept snuggling more. 

If he had known what's waiting for him, he would have have allowed her to hug him tight enough to take his breath away. 

Finally? Hope so..

12th March 2014.
Nobody has any clue about how happy I am today. A burden that has been there for almost a year has finally said goodbye. It was around 4:30 today that I got to know about it. I kept smiling while the college official was putting stamp on my documents. A long fought battle was finally won.
The future looks ambitious to me. The future seemed to congratulate me at that very moment and it seemed to inspire me a lot more. I called up Ma. She was so happy to hear about it.
As I walked back home, a long lost joy and a feeling of relief surrounded me in such a way, that I felt lovely at that very moment.
A stupid memory has kept covering me up all this while. That memory will probably stay for a long time, if not forever. But all I need to learn is to live with it. Looking forward is the only option when things start interfering with your ambitions. Looking ahead is your only choice when things start distracting you from your goal.
All this while when I was looking to get over her, getting back at her seemed appropriate. But today, just for that one happy reason a lot seemed meaningless. A lot to achieve, but only for the sake of my pride and my parent's happiness.
It's a long road ahead. Distraction will be that sexy hitchhiker trying to get a ride, by showing off her boobies. Have a great look. Admire it. But the road doesn't end over there, right?

The sun shines to help you lead..
The road that you travel, makes you believe..
The love and blessing, the joys of care.
The lovely little wishes, seems all fair..

He rides along, with hope in his heart..
For he'll never walk alone..
He rides alone with a dream to live..
For he'll walk, but this time, he won't leave..

THY DEATH! MY GIFT!!

Danish walked around the market place to buy some vegetables. After shifting from Delhi, it was his first market outing in Darjeeling. He had a list with him, which was pre provided by his mom over the phone. There were vendors shouting in Hindi while they were trying to sell their stuff. The customers made more noise as the entire world around him, seemed to bargain with every price that was put forward to them.

"Bhaisaab, we bought potato worth Rs. 12/kg two days ago and today you are asking for Rs. 14/kg?"

"Kya karein memsaab, mehengai ka zamana hai, ok, for you I'll make it Rs. 13.50"

"Rehne do bhaisaab, I'll buy it from somewhere else"

It was the same story all around the market. From meat shop to grocery shop, the only thing Danish noticed was the amazing negotiating skills of the Darjeeling localities. Danish didn't know how to bargain. He was born and brought up in a family where it wasn't ever necessary for him to bargain for anything.
He shifted to Darjeeling as he was transferred by the tourism department of India for a 2 year project.

As he strolled around the market place, Danish somehow dodged himself in between the crowded lane and got himself standing in front of a ration shop. Well, since he was new to the town, he didn't have much to buy from a ration shop. But as he was about to leave, something caught his eyes. There was this pretty young local lady trying to bargain the kerosene price with the ration shop owner. Now that sounded damn funny for Danish as he wondered why on earth will someone bargain something at a ration shop. As the lady turned around a bit while she was busy negotiating the price of kerosene, Danish realized that it was the same lady whom he met while coming out of his apartment.

"Hey there! Didn't we meet a while back at the main gates of my apartment?"

The lady was quite surprised at the sudden approach of a strange man but she recollected the incident and responded with an assuring smile. But immediately after, she got back to the business she was dealing with.

"Bhaisaab, abhi mere pass bas 10 rupay hi hai.. Mujhe phirse ghar jana padega paise lane, please de dijiye"

Danish now realized that she wasn't actually negotiating the price but she was actually forced to not pay the full amount because she did not carry enough cash. Oh how stupid he was, to think that somebody will bargain at a ration shop.

"Hey hi.. I am Danish. I guess you stay at my society! How about I pay up the remaining amount and get it sorted now?"

"No, it's alright, I'll talk to him as I have been a long time customer at his shop. I am sure the owner will understand the situation."

But to her hard luck, the owner did not pay much attention to her requests. She looked helpless. Danish insisted on paying the remaining amount. She did not even seem interested in talking to Danish.

But was something bothering her? Why was she getting all freaked out because the owner wasn't allowing her a temporary discount on Kerosene? She can surely come back tomorrow and get some kerosene.

"Here Mam, take it, I'll pay the remaining amount and you give it to me back whenever it seems convenient to you" 

Before she could say anything, Danish handed the shopkeeper a 50 rupee note. The shopkeeper was himself getting irritated and further arguments did not seem to be an appropriate option.

The lady filled up her jar and thanked Danish.

"I'll pay you back your money by tomorrow morning, I promise."

"It's alright lady, you can take your time, I am not going anywhere."

The lady smiled back but looked quite disturbed.

"Is everything ok with you? Are you going back home?"

"Yes yes, everything's fine. But I'll have to go to my home now. You can continue shopping."

"Strange little lady", smiled Danish, as he saw her leave the market in a hurry.
"Oh damn, I forgot to ask her name."
"That won't be a problem as I will surely ask her name tomorrow when I meet her", he kept wondering.

Eventually after 2 hours of vegetable shopping, Danish got back home with both his hand filled with stuff, he believed, he won't be needing much.
He kind of liked that girl? Didn't he. Danish smirked as he kept thinking of the small chitchat session he had with his neighbor.

He cooked some maggi and decided to sleep off. With headphones plugged in his ear already, Danish changed the Fm station and started listening to some Gazals. He dozed off pretty soon.

But at around midnight, did he hear a scream? A scream that somehow became a part of his dream. The avalanche came done so fast in the movie that he heard the girl beside him scream in the movie hall....

Danish had always been an early riser. He got up and dressed up to go for a morning walk. As he opened the main door to his apartment, a fifty rupee note came flying inside which was initially stuck in between the door and the wooden frame.

"Ah that lady, god she is so crazy that she couldn't wait for a couple of more hours?" wondered Danish.

He got down to the basement and was completely taken aback to see what was happening in his society. Almost a hundred people were standing there in a cold Darjeeling morning looking all disturbed and tensed about something that Danish surely did not have any clue about.

He tried to make his way in between the crowd.

"Hey, I am Danish. I am new to this society, Can you please tell me what's going on?" Danish asked an young guy who seemed equally disturbed like the rest of the society.

"You see there?", the young guy pointed at the 5 floor window.

Danish looked up and saw that heavy smoke was coming out through the window and there was the almost 4 to 5 firemen trying to bring the fire under control.

"Oh my god! What happened?"

"An young lady of around 22 used to stay over there. Quite pretty. Some of her neighbors said that she was having some kind of trouble in her life. She burnt herself alive yesterday night at around 11:30. Her scream woke us all. But none of us were able to save her."

Somehow in that chilly morning, Danish's palms started getting sweaty. The fifty rupee note that he was holding inside his sweatshirt, started to get wet in his sweaty palms.

If only he did not pay the price.. 

EDUCATE - TO DO OR NOT TO!!

EDUCATION!!

The moment we start dealing with it, we understand that we have got ourselves into a real big mess. The pressure to compete and perform, sits on our head 24/7 and we are always concerned about our performance. Yes, we like the option of living a very lavish lifestyle, decorated by our father's hard earned money, but the concept of education does not fascinate us much, does it?

Being a part of this generation, I have learnt one very important thing. The generation gap between the 70s and the beginning of this century is HUGE. We have had nonsense people everywhere and they have existed even before the day KARL MARX started to confuse people. 

At the age of 10/11, we, human being (read clueless-pupils), have an urge to know a lot of things. Most of them are related to our sexual organs and how they should "(mal)function". But other than that, we also tend to have interest towards other subjects. Some have interest towards sports, some have interest towards history while the rest fantasizes themselves of being a pilot. Oh well! I wanted to be a pilot too. But my aunt manipulated me with the concept that a pilot flies a plane upside down. My ambitions came straight down to being a rickshawala. "SAFE and SECURE+down to earth [literally]."

I have never been a bright student who had a tendency of getting good marks at a consistent basis. The only subject I used to score above 80 was mathematics. But enough of my bragging stories, lets get straight to the point.

What I mean to say that EDUCATION for us, has become a subject of complain. But as they say, EDUCATION is supposed to enhance our knowledge, intellect and our presentation. Oh, they are correct, believe me!! But those who say it, do they really put that education in order to fulfill these motives? I don't think so. 

EDUCATION, nowadays, have become a process of completing the syllabus in order to sit for the exam. In a 40 minute class, the teacher gives you a note of 5 pages, which takes up almost half an hour time. The remaining 10 she explains those 5 pages. 80% of the class turns out to be temporary DEAF-HEADS, the remaining 18% plans to gobble up when they go back home and the other 2% come from outer space and they actually understand what the teacher wanted to explain. Hence, the teacher gets her favorite student. 

But why does all roads lead to ROME and hereby ROME, I mean EXAMS. I have been a tutor for almost 3 years now. All the student that I have "tried" to nurture, have something very common in them. They all had exams everytime I went over to their house. Schools have decided to take exams after every 2 months with the excuse that a child may not be able to take up the pressure of learning the entire syllabus and sit at the end of the year and appear for a complete year-exam. 

Thereby, a student of 8 years old is more concerned about performing well in his semi-half yearly exam and is not bothered by the fact that he might forget what he learnt in February because he is too busy preparing for his exams which will be on September. 

EDUCATION is knowledge, we hungry bunch of kids, are always trying to know something or the other in our lives. The urge to know about the gaming world has been doomed as addiction and illogical by our seniors. WHY? As if the entire PARENT dynasty has never smoked a cigarette. 

Oh, btw, did I tell you that when children are asked to NOT DO something, they actually end up doing it? Oh, you already knew that? 

Good! 

Now lets move on.

WE, are terrified and angry at the concept of EDUCATION. We are pressurized to complete our syllabus in order to get good marks in our exams and THAT'S IT. That is the only reason why we are asked to go to school? That's the reason why almost the entire children dynasty who dream of becoming something different one day, end up studying engineering, medical in order to have a secure lifestyle? They end up giving bank exams so that they get something to feed themselves? 

The word AMBITION should be politely asked to FUCK OFF from the dictionary, cause there will be children, everytime they are born, who will keep dreaming of becoming something different and a day will come when they won't be afraid of "pursuing their dreams" instead of appearing for IIT JEE.

I'd hereby calm my voice down. EDUCATION is important. And we are always seeking for some kind of knowledge or the other. With EDUCATION, exams are necessary too. Exams are important, but they should not become the most important thing. A job of a student is that he should not be forced to WORK. Leave a guy inside a library and provide him with some pizzas. He will end up gobbling up a book which he finds to be the most interesting. Let the student chose his/her subject of interest and nurture him with what he/she wants to become. Don't provide him with options because a child's mind thinks beyond what a teacher provides him/her with. Let them love it. Don't spoil the enthusiasm. 

We all have something in our mind. Something that we think, if we can achieve we can be a millionaire. If we aim for being a millionaire, I am sure, even if we don't get to become one and we try our level best of becoming one, we will end up being happy. Because you know why? Because it was our dream that we were allowed to pursue and we gave our 100% in it. 

Heres to hoping for a more excited world trying to live their life in the most legal yet adventurous way!! 

To Dust Returnest.....

Duncston clearly remembers what she said the last time he saw her. It's been almost 10 years now and the words still poke him quite often. It sounded so worse when she said it, didn't it? But now as he looks back, he thanks her for saying it to him.

He was barely able to stand properly when she said those words to him. He felt as if his life has come to a halt and he has no clue about anything thereafter. He looked at her and couldn't believe that she actually said it. I was standing beside him and her and I was shocked too. I saw him wait for that very day so anxiously, so that he will finally have the guts to go up to her before he leaves the city. He dressed in the nicest way possible and hesitated so much while asking me, "Do I look good enough for her". I was busy reading the 2nd last page of the newspaper. I barely had a look at him and I told him that he looks perfect. I had to dress up quickly. I had no idea why I was asked to join in. But I didn't mind because I was sure of some entertaining drama that might happen.

But I did not expect her to say that to him. I have known Duncston for almost my entire life now. I have known every minute detail in his life. Why would SHE say something like that? I looked at him. I never saw that look before. I couldn't help to comfort him because I never thought it will ever be necessary to comfort Duncston. 

Just as she was about to go, Duncston pulled her back and told her the one thing that I clearly remember. He said "Beautiful".

I hated him for saying it to her. I thought he was being fanciful and outrageously impractical. But today I know why he said that to her. He was being honest and he was being thankfull. 

Today he shall meet her again. Today he plans to tell her that he still loves her. But I will stop him this time. Because I am still his conscience and he has grown old enough to prioritize me. I couldn't stop him that day. 

But today, I see him happy without a person. But I also see him look at her picture as if she was standing right in front of him. A problem she was, but was more of an inspiration. He took out the positive and I see him smile because he is doing what he always wanted to. 

They will meet again today. He wants to say it to her. But he won't. Because even though she is there, he knows she was never there holding his hands.