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"Onekdin por"

As he got down from the train, Rohan realized that the moment is finally here. All his plans and predictions on staying away from it, is finally going to end. He was afraid that his life might take a very wrong turn. A turn that he might regret soon. But the excitement to see her for the first time vanquished over such paranoia.
It was quite difficult for Rohan to swiftly follow up with his crowd dodging skill, something that was terribly affected by sheer nervousness and the urge to present himself in his best body language. Although, the sweaty palms and the sloppiness didn't help him much as Rohan took his time and allowed the entire world to go ahead of him. It was as if he was waiting for everyone to clear out from the platform. What hit him exactly? Why was he so nervous? Why did he have to look perfect, even after a 20 hour long journey? Hadn't he already stopped doing that?
Staying away from it wasn't even an issue for Rohan. For a long time it did not matter to him whether there was anyone to lean his head onto. His past made him strong. Strong enough to not look for happiness. Strong enough to make him believe that happiness is he, himself.

Just as he saw her making her way down the crowded station, Rohan kept staring at her as if nothing wrong has ever happened in his life. The sheer beauty that came closer to him, made him forget all the wrong memories he had till now. The plan to act smart and give her a welcome hug failed quite miserably as he only managed to somehow end up giving a side hug to her.

A strength she became.
A strength he didn't expect..
A strength she gifted him..
A strength that once kept him wrecked.

With hope in his heart, Rohan promised her that she will never walk alone...

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.

LAST ONE?

Staying alone at my house has never been a habit. With any kind of problems arising, I always start speaking to mom, if the reason was "her" or if "she" failed to solve it. Maa was always there for a solution that she was never aware of. 

But today, she and dad left for Durgapur. The house looks empty now. The half completed dinner is still on the table. The laptop is stuck on Suits Season 3 Episode 2. The entire evening seemed to experience a mental breakdown as I kept doing something I wasn't supposed to. This was probably the first time, I did not watch the game properly. Amidst all superstitions, I failed to pursue one. But that's alright cause it was my decision.

A helpless feeling about her safety some 1000 kms away meant everything at that time. One lead to another and I ended up contacting a friend of her's. I knew I wasn't doing the right thing. But I had to, didn't I? I didn't have proof to show my condition at that moment.

But I fucked up. I fucked up real bad. I realized how wrong I was the entire time. But as they describe it, I am in love. I tried my best to keep that feeling unconditional, but I failed so badly. She pointed out my faults. Faults, that I thought I never did. Living with these faults, doesn't seem to be an option. I made some mistakes and those mistakes lead me to believe something that I don't think I can live with. I'll try for some hours. Mom and dad are away. I can't even talk to her right now. I can't even walk up to the adjacent room and start a conversation with a silly excuse that I am having a "back pain".

This is a what they call a "pain". Too mushy? 

"She" will be without a problem. 

Gorgeous Birthday to YOU!

Ah well! 

It's your day today. I don't have much of an opportunity to cover your body with gifts. Neither do I have that outrageous romantic abilities to build a virtual cover up.

All I have is "words", and as you read this blog, I want to make sure that you read this with the broadest smile on your lips. Doesn't matter if your teeth start peeping up, you shall not stop smiling. If you may, you can laugh out too.

I wish I was the first one to wish you "Happy birthday" and guess what, I won myself a jackpot...

But today is not about me, so I should just shut up and continue talking about YOU. 

Yes YOU!! Miss Akshaya Singhal. What a powerful name, by god. Trust me, I love calling out your name. It's like Akshayaaa... AKKKshayAA... and many more...

So here am I, sitting and trying to write something to cover up my unavailibity in your literal world right now.

You must be cutting a cake now.. Ah, doesn't matter cause you are reading it now and I have written this earlier today and I am again sure that there's not a single bit of cake left at your place now. Did you get fat in one day? Cause trust me, you ain't fat...AT ALL!!

Now a little something about you. A little bit about the person I haven't seen till date, but about someone whom I know inside out. I am still a stranger until we officially meet, but you, my dear is something more than just another person to me. 

You came in from nowhere. Ah I agree I started it off, but you responded when you had the option of not responding. If that was a crime I'd like you to take 40% share and become my partner in crime.

Cheeky? Maybe.

Then days went by. I got to know everything about you. I never thought I'd be deserving enough to be a listener to everything you had to say. And that's when I believed I wasn't random to you. I have been a dick sometimes,...... Sometimes... Ok a lot of times..!! Seriously? *Piche hi pad jatein ho* But you have always been a sweetheart...even you tried to be a bitch. ;)

But today is your birthday...and I want to be extremely honest with you.. There are very few things I have come across that have made me believe that I made the wrong choice on June 11th. But the fact that not everything is perfect reminds me to give more importance to the ones that tells me that I made the right decision on that day.

You ain't perfect. Nobody is. You are just close to being one. :)

I have been mad at you a lot of times, but I don't know how, you seem to look beautiful every freaking time. 

Do you look beautiful now? Ah I wish I could stop you from saying your ever famous "NO" and say the opposite myself.

Akshaya Singhal. You became a hope when I had the opportunity to lose it. I knew I had you in my life and you became the best medicine to what I suffered from and you know it very well what I am talking about right now. 

I am a witness to everything that you have come through and I know you are a better and stronger person now. I want you to look at the mirror everyday and feel confident about yourself and say "There is no goddamn lady in this world who can match my looks, I am freakishly gorgeous"

I am not at all exaggerating now..... Maybe a little. Hahahaha. Don't kill me now.

I can't wait to be pushed on the road. And that will be a challenge cause I have a little bit idea about how stupid is Delhi's traffic. 

                   

I hope you had a lovely day... And the loveliest birthday of your life. I know there are things that bothers you, but HEY... Look back and see how well you have recovered. It was you who fought against all odds and now you are in a better position. 

It's Happiness. It's YOU.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anNRry5yfIQ <-- Do check this out! :D

<3 <3

Happy birthday lady. Happiness for you. A lot from my side too. :)

WHAT CAN BE? CAN BE.. CAN BE...

Well this blog/write up may seem extremely absurd and un-impossible.

[My Dictionary - UN-IMPOSSIBLE means EXTREMELY IMPOSSIBLE, so please don't judge]

I am hereby making some predictions that will, accordingly to me, come true before human beings cease to exist.

Prediction Number 1 - 

"CINEMA will reach a NEW dimension"

Motion Pictures came into existence even before Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose took birth. I know there is no connection between films and Netaji, but I just pointed out for the sake of pointing out. Anyway, lets get directly into the pond. As we know, animation has become a very important part of the film industry in any goddamn corner of the world. Even a porn addict will find it extremely amusing to watch an animated movie like KUNG FU PANDA (my favorite), BOLT, CAROLINE, CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS and bla bla bla......

From Black and White movies to colored ones. From 2D to 3D. We already have a stuff like 7D. Physical effects? Smells? Your chair will start moving and will hump your ass!! Yes that is what they call a 7D. 

Now the Prediction - In another 50 years, if you stay alive, you will get to feel yourself a part of the movie. Special movies will be made where you will be provided with all the effects which will make you feel as if you are a part of the movie. Something like a "20D".

But nothing beats 36D, eh?

Oh btw, I hope you are not wishing a 20D porn movie! Naughtyness ki haad hoti hai...

Prediction Number 2 - 

"A step over SUN"

Yes, this is probably one of the toughest things to achieve for scientists. But as we look back 1000 years from now, most of the things that we see today were either not believed to be true or the people of that world did not have any freaking clue about whatever is happening right now.

"Who would have thought in 1013 that they can learn Kamasutra over the internet instead of sneaking through their princess's balcony"

"Hey Maharaja, I had a prediction that if you stay alive for another 1000 years, I can find you the most beautiful bride from any part of this world from this very Mahal.. It will be known as shaadi sindur com"

Anyway, getting back to the pond, stepping on the sun seems impossible now providing the temperature and also that it is not a solid object like the moon. But this is my prediction and HEY!! I told you not to judge.. Keep reading...Stop judging...stop stop..... STOP!!

Prediction Number 3 -

"India will play Football World Cup"

This is more or less a random prediction, but HEY! This is still the toughest one in the entire Sports fraternity of India. If you look at the game that India plays, I am sure you must be thinking that the day we will qualify for the world cup, Argentina would have won 50 World Cup trophy and Brasil would have happily retired from the game after winning 116 World Cup trophy. It's 2013 and I am sure by that calculation, India's qualification in the World Cup will not be before... Um... 3013!! YES, Exactly 1000 years from NOW!!

Since you have stopped judging me, for a while, this is one of the predictions I partially do not want to be true. I want India to play Football World Cup before I die.

Prediction Number 4  -

"Jobs will be provided in Facebook and Twitter or other Social Networking Website"

Working from Home is quite a popular concept in today's world. Freelancing has become one of the most demanding jobs in the teenage dynasty. Writing articles, inserting data, social media management.... Most of these are nowadays accessed by a person sitting at home. Home Based works do not require any particular timing but might require a particular time frame. 
Anyway, the importance of the prediction is that, very soon, we might come across various jobs that can be done from your home without bearing the pain of going out and working from a particular office.
"Hey can we drive a plane by controlling it from our house?"

"Yes you can, if you don't want to live"

Smartass people everywhere....!! Stick to the point dumbass..

Prediction Number 5 -

"Mobile phones will be available to children belonging among age groups 5-8 and other SHIT.."

Jyoti Basu was the first Indian to use a cell phone in India. That was in the year 1996 when I still did not have any clue about the existence of football. 

Phew!! Long time huh? 

My father got his first cell phone in the year 2002, I guess. He was using a Nokia "MOTA WALA MODEL". Oh freak! You should have seen my face when I touched it. I didn't give it back for the next 12 hours. The snake game was the best thing ever.
Anyway, as we get back to the pond.... Again.. I got my first cell phone at the age of 17 when I got into college. A bit back dated? Maybe, but not outrageously beyond time. The same people around me (read seniors, neighbors, relatives) who criticized me for craving a mobile phone before my high school pass out, have now handed their children a very valuable android phone even before they have completed their Class 10 exams. But everything seems normal now. Because their POVS have changed and handing their child an android has basically become a safety precaution.

To that safety precaution, we say... "LOL"

"Hey brah, got a new Xperia, got the best dad in the world man... So how about you send some porn clips in whatsapp"

"Brah, will do it, look here brah, got some pot... *insert marijuana pics*"

Prediction Number 6 -

"Usage of marijuana will spread rapidly in youngsters"

This is already valid, ain't it? I don't smoke and this is not my problem. Marijuana is now being made legal in some parts of the world. In about 50 years now, the governments of most of the countries will be run by people who once used to smoke up weed...or maybe still does.
If 70% of the teenage group are into smoke ups and marijuana, then these very smart people will run the country one day. In 50 years time, I believe, the ones who will not smoke up will by default get a lifetime achievement award, by just being different.

NOTE - I am no way against the use of marijuana. It's a personal choice and I won't give a fuck until it starts bothering me, personally.

Oh No shut up! I am not criticizing. Just pointing out something that is rapidly becoming viral. 

Got a problem? 
I told you... 

DO NOT J.U.D.G.E

Prediction Number 7 [LAST ONE] -

"The system shall change... Education, political, economic and every deep shit problem we are facing right now"

If you read the topic carefully, I mentioned that the situation will change...
Now the situation will not change a little bit but will involve evolution. Nowhere did I mention the word, positive change. Change will come. Better or worse, only time will tell...

Some wise man once told me :-

The value of  the Dollar is around 60 INR. In 5 years, it will become 70 INR. In 10 years it will become 75 INR. In 15 years, it will become 70 INR. In 30 years, it will become 30 INR......

Now I was very surprised at this prediction. Seemed hayward. I asked him about such a prediction that started off with the worsening economic condition and how did it end up with such impressive rates. The answer that was provided was pretty mesmerizing..

"Let this generation come to power"

I look around and I see a generation which can provide a lot more than the previous generation. We have a lot to learn from our older generation. The smartness our generation possesses can be put to a great cause, ONLY......ONLY IF we decide to do that. But I see selfish people around... I see people who started off with ambitions of becoming a pilot, navy man, army officer, singer, dancer, and ended up in an engineering college trying to get it safe. Now these very people sit back home and tells people "WE NEED TO CHANGE THE SYSTEM"

Abey Ghanta change... How the fuck will we change it if we all look for safe jobs and not bring anything different to this world?

The one change that I have always wished for, is the change in the education system/style.. I still hope for a type of education which won't force you to complete your syllabus for the sake of doing well in your exams. An education system that people will love, a system that will educate us and not pressurize us. Oh common!! Don't you know we all want to learn something every now and then. We are a bunch of curious little fellows and you take it away from us when you force it.
The day teachers won't say anymore "You don't have to know that, it's not there in your syllabus", that will be a day when my childhood dream/prediction will come true.


Hereby making these predictions, I swear to myself that I shall work hard enough to fulfill my dreams and create a difference. The necessary amount of difference that I can provide. 

"Life is not just about living, but to know the purpose of staying alive"

ANGEL...

As I stayed on the phone listening to her silence..
She spoke to me, as if she was standing at quite a distance..

I heard her breaths, her deep little breaths..
I heard her talk to me in her dream..
She called me my name, but I replied to her..
I called her back, she smiled with a beam..

As I now hear her talk to me..
As she quietly rests her mind in her pillow...
I keep smiling with the pretty thoughts of her.
Thoughts that are submerged way below..

But doesn't she look gorgeous even now?
With the least bit of care that bothers her..
Doesn't she look to be the most beautiful one?
With the happiness that belongs only to her!!

Sleep, little dear, keep sleeping with peace in your mind..
Dream of little beauties that you had left behind..

Hope

Jodi tor daak shune keo na ashe..
Tobe Ekla Cholo re....

When Rabindranath Tagore wrote this song, he probably did not realize how beautiful and important will it mean to those around the world who are determined to prove a point. A point which needs to be proved not to anybody else, but to that person himself.

Being a guy, the concept of love seems to be extremely attractive when you start knowing about it. A mere attraction towards the opposite genders makes you believe that you are in love. Your very first crush or infatuation, as they describe it, seems to be the love of your life and even with the limited amount of resources you are provided at the age of 15, you think you can do anything and everything to make your crush happy. 

But it doesn't work out to be like that. You take a lot of time to propose your first crush. You start stammering and get extremely nervous when you are about to say "I Love you" for the first time. But when you reach 20, you realize how things have changed. No you don't tag them as wrong changes or anything negative but you understand that you have come a long way from getting nervous while pronouncing those 3 "supposed to be" magical words.

In those 5 years, from saying "aaaaaai lalalalalalalove ewwww", you now touch a woman's private part without any urge to say that phrase again. It was difficult to express that feeling to your first crush. Now touching and exploiting a woman's body is a piece of cake for you.

Do you like this change? 

>If the answer was supposed to be honest, then the answer is NO. 

But why not? You are getting what every man craves for. To touch a woman and not getting any emotional reactions from her.

>Because even when everything seems so easy, the feeling of being in love always reminds you of happiness. 

Whoever has been in love will admit that it sometimes kills you. Not because you have to blame a person for your sadness but every sane human being become insane when they are in love. Expectations, reactions start escalating in a manner like it becomes extremely difficult for you to control every god damn thing that kills you. 

But it's alright. It's supposed to be alright. Is there any other option other than being alright? Nope. 

The concept of love never disappointed you. You were always young at heart and no matter how many times you had a heartbreak you never stopped giving up. "This time it's going to work and I know it". Even if it didn't, you were already looking forward to the next "adventure".

You are not looking forward now. Neither are you interested in experiencing the adventure anymore. The concept of that vague word disgusts you so much. 

But you have a love interest in your life? So what. If you are supposed to be in love, aren't you supposed to expect things from her. At least a love in return? But you don't do that. So technically, to the world, you are not in love and to yourself the concept of love seems pathetic now. So 2+2 = 4 and you are officially ready to not worry about women anymore, leave aside touching them just for the sake of satisfying your private organ.

You seem to hang on to your possible last love. Although you are unaware of your future, this very girl seems to be the only hope. A hope that's in not related to your miserable prediction of a lonely life but a hope that will keep everything intact. You future plan, your ambitions.. You think everything will turn out well and you will achieve everything if she stays in your life. 

But then again, it's a matter of time when she will leave. For how long will songs inspire you? For how long will you need to inspire yourself? She wants something that you can never provide. Maybe you could have earlier, but you can't provide it anymore. 

So where does that leave you? You have sorted out your plans. You are ready to work hard when the right time comes and it ain't far away! Are you going to wait? Do you wish for something better from her side? Maybe.

Even after 5 years, with all the limited resources provided to you, you think you can do anything and everything to make her happy. You just need her to tell you she is your's.

~~Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars?

I can really use a wish right now...~~

Rain rain...Stay away!! Come back soon..

I'll tell you a little thing about "rain". Rain, as we know , it is loved by many, hated by more, blamed by everyone, enjoyed by some. But have you, have you ever gone out immediately after it stopped raining? Have you waited for about 1 hour for the rain to stop and gone out as it stopped pouring down? If yes, you will know something more than other's who haven't done this.

Maybe you have been waiting for the rain to stop so that you can go out and complete your work. But have you just waited near your balcony and waited long to watch it stop and rush out immediately to smell the wet atmosphere while the moist soil looks so freakishly amazing? The smell of that wet soil seems to be the best thing around you at that moment. The wet leaves, the continuous sound of water falling from the 4th floor neighbor's balcony, near your feet. But you still don't mind, because it's rain water. 

But the rain has stopped. Why are you so eager to deal with it when it has already left? Because even when it was raining and it almost stopped the world around you from continuing with their daily works, it has actually gifted you a blissful feeling at the time it went away. You understood its value when it left!!

But unlike a human being, it does not give you unhappy feelings on its departure. Instead it assures you that it is going to come back. But this time, you'll wait for it and it will come back with the same fragrance. 

The joyous feeling I have experienced while being a part of the after-rain effect is pretty much unexplainable. Maybe because of my poor vocabulary skills, but I would still like to keep it to myself than describe it with perfect adjectives. 

The next time it rains, why don't you just wait for it to stop? And You know what to do when it stops, don't you?

Rain rain go away..

Come again another day..

Little Johny wants to smell..

Rain rain just stay away..