I stood there, all alone, trying to figure out where I was. There was peace all around, hand in hand with a stark darkness. I screamed and screamed harder trying to break the silence. My voice echoed around and I patiently waited for a reply. In return of that, I heard his laughter, his screams, his mourning and a shiver ran down my spine. Life gets the worst when you experience everything at the same time: fear, pain and grief. I tried to cry but I couldn't. Those voices all around paralyzed me.
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Nights aren't too long
It wasn't the best place where he wanted to be. In stark darkness he was walking, all alone, bare footed. He didn't knew what to do. Sitting still wasn't an option, who knows some wild animal may sniff his odour and come and hunt him down? So he thought he would keep walking assuring himself that the night will soon get over.
He didn't really know how he reached there. He was the running on the highway when he took a wrong turn and he reached this alien place. The place was cold and rather frightening. It was miles away from the warmness and comfort he hitherto used to feel. He was deprived of any water and taking rest wasn't an option for him. So he walked for hours and hours and the darkness increased. He was shivering, worn down and thirsty. Darkness had reached it's level high.
In the succession of events, he broke down. He wasn't able to walk any longer and he fell down there, very pale and cold, waiting for his death to arrive. His eyes were moist and he looked up to ask God why he was so severely punished. In a remarkable turn of events, he saw the colour of the sky changing from black to blue. The dawn had finally arrived. Perhaps, it was an omen. Perhaps, it was God's way of telling "Walk some more steps man, your destination is awaiting you".
He gathered all his energy and walked ahead soon there was a divine light that lighted up his path. It was a forest and during the course of the night he had travelled through the heart of the jungle and reached a small hamlet very soon. His eyes were full of tears and his face carried a wide smile. He ran towards the hamlet with all his vigour. All his efforts, all his courage had finally paid off. He had survived the dark night and now life promised something better..
He didn't really know how he reached there. He was the running on the highway when he took a wrong turn and he reached this alien place. The place was cold and rather frightening. It was miles away from the warmness and comfort he hitherto used to feel. He was deprived of any water and taking rest wasn't an option for him. So he walked for hours and hours and the darkness increased. He was shivering, worn down and thirsty. Darkness had reached it's level high.
In the succession of events, he broke down. He wasn't able to walk any longer and he fell down there, very pale and cold, waiting for his death to arrive. His eyes were moist and he looked up to ask God why he was so severely punished. In a remarkable turn of events, he saw the colour of the sky changing from black to blue. The dawn had finally arrived. Perhaps, it was an omen. Perhaps, it was God's way of telling "Walk some more steps man, your destination is awaiting you".
He gathered all his energy and walked ahead soon there was a divine light that lighted up his path. It was a forest and during the course of the night he had travelled through the heart of the jungle and reached a small hamlet very soon. His eyes were full of tears and his face carried a wide smile. He ran towards the hamlet with all his vigour. All his efforts, all his courage had finally paid off. He had survived the dark night and now life promised something better..
Friday, 25 January 2013
Thoughts...
Those voices inside me,
they continue to go on,
in hustle and bustle,
creating commotion inside me,
inside the market of emotions,
and necessarily put me into a state of trance.
They talk to me,
they remind me of love,
they remind me of my broken heart,
and how lonely I am.
And I try to smile outside,
the usual human hypocrisy drives me,
this state of not being what I am,
irritates me.
And I burn within,
they set me on fire,
but I have been burnt enough,
possibly nothing is left inside.
This hollowness resonates those voices further,
and my state of trance continues....
they continue to go on,
in hustle and bustle,
creating commotion inside me,
inside the market of emotions,
and necessarily put me into a state of trance.
They talk to me,
they remind me of love,
they remind me of my broken heart,
and how lonely I am.
And I try to smile outside,
the usual human hypocrisy drives me,
this state of not being what I am,
irritates me.
And I burn within,
they set me on fire,
but I have been burnt enough,
possibly nothing is left inside.
This hollowness resonates those voices further,
and my state of trance continues....
Friday, 18 January 2013
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He woke up that afternoon and he looked around. He was stinking. He saw a little whiskey left in the bottle. The things he vomited had dried but the floor smelled horrible. He somehow got up, feeling weak. He didn't have any energy to see his phone but he somehow did. There were two missed calls from his office mates. Some new messages, mostly from the service providers. He somehow browsed the messages and deleted the conversation he had with her last night.
Things were always complicated between both of them. He had already been rejected twice. He cried when nobody was around, for he was supposed to be grown up. However, he managed to somehow stop the friendship from breaking up. Although he was supposed to be a 'just friend' she would always call him up when she wanted to kill time. He used to pick those calls up, even after being busy at times. However, things were not the same the other way around. If she wasn't in a mood to talk, she would barely pick his calls up and if she did so, she would show absolutely no interest in talking to him. He would be down at times but would be rejoiced once again when he would see a new message from her. He fell deeper and deeper in her love and he never realized it.
The conversation on the previous night was a bit too intense. He literally begged her to reject the guy whom her parents had sought for her. The latter one was well settled with a job in a software company in the US. He could give her the life she wanted and as expected she decided to accept the proposal. That night she was with her fiancé and she texted her that she was happy to accept the proposal. She told him that he was one of the best friends she ever made but she couldn't ever imagine him as her life partner. When he begged to reject she told him that he could never secure her future the way her fiancé could.
He couldn't take any more of it. He looked at the bottle of 750 ml. Royal Stag. He had almost half of it left. He poured whiskey in large quantities and drunk them neat. He didn't realize when he crossed the limit and he begun vomiting, blurting out "Anamika, I can't live without you". His eyes were moist and he fell on the stuff he vomited and he didn't realized when he dozed off.
"Enough is enough" he said to himself as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and the glass. He wiped the floor and changed his clothes. He was fed up of the life he was living. He went to the bathroom, took a bath and then looked at himself in the mirror. "Rahul, nice guys get screwed just because they are nice. You possibly didn't have the right moves or may be she never deserved you. It's high time you move on". He looked up at the shelf. There was a bottle of brand new whiskey he bought last week. He took out the bottle and dumped it in the dust bin. He switched off his mobile phone and switched on his TV. Luckily, he found 'Tom and Jerry' on cartoon network.
He remembered those moments of his childhood when he had a complete carefree life. Mummy ensured tears never invaded his eyes. Mummy took care of everything. The very thought of those moments brought a smile to his face. He switched on the mobile phone again and called up his mummy. After a 10 minutes talk he told "Bye, love you mom". He switched off his phone again and looked up to the wall clock. It was six. The sun was slowly approaching dusk. He took his car's keys and decided to spend the evening at the beach, watching the sunset.
On his way to the beach, he breathed fresh air once again. He felt the coolness of the air, which he hitherto failed to notice, possibly because he never had enough time to get out of his reverie of sorrow. He looked at the balloon seller at the traffic signal and he smiled. He reached the beach at six thirty. He sat down on the sand, closed his eyes and enjoyed the breeze. He felt alive, a feeling he was missing from a long time. Finally he was over with her. He was over with all those mood swing. He was over with those moist eyes. He was over with those hangovers. Finally he was over with punishing himself.
Things were always complicated between both of them. He had already been rejected twice. He cried when nobody was around, for he was supposed to be grown up. However, he managed to somehow stop the friendship from breaking up. Although he was supposed to be a 'just friend' she would always call him up when she wanted to kill time. He used to pick those calls up, even after being busy at times. However, things were not the same the other way around. If she wasn't in a mood to talk, she would barely pick his calls up and if she did so, she would show absolutely no interest in talking to him. He would be down at times but would be rejoiced once again when he would see a new message from her. He fell deeper and deeper in her love and he never realized it.
The conversation on the previous night was a bit too intense. He literally begged her to reject the guy whom her parents had sought for her. The latter one was well settled with a job in a software company in the US. He could give her the life she wanted and as expected she decided to accept the proposal. That night she was with her fiancé and she texted her that she was happy to accept the proposal. She told him that he was one of the best friends she ever made but she couldn't ever imagine him as her life partner. When he begged to reject she told him that he could never secure her future the way her fiancé could.
He couldn't take any more of it. He looked at the bottle of 750 ml. Royal Stag. He had almost half of it left. He poured whiskey in large quantities and drunk them neat. He didn't realize when he crossed the limit and he begun vomiting, blurting out "Anamika, I can't live without you". His eyes were moist and he fell on the stuff he vomited and he didn't realized when he dozed off.
"Enough is enough" he said to himself as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and the glass. He wiped the floor and changed his clothes. He was fed up of the life he was living. He went to the bathroom, took a bath and then looked at himself in the mirror. "Rahul, nice guys get screwed just because they are nice. You possibly didn't have the right moves or may be she never deserved you. It's high time you move on". He looked up at the shelf. There was a bottle of brand new whiskey he bought last week. He took out the bottle and dumped it in the dust bin. He switched off his mobile phone and switched on his TV. Luckily, he found 'Tom and Jerry' on cartoon network.
He remembered those moments of his childhood when he had a complete carefree life. Mummy ensured tears never invaded his eyes. Mummy took care of everything. The very thought of those moments brought a smile to his face. He switched on the mobile phone again and called up his mummy. After a 10 minutes talk he told "Bye, love you mom". He switched off his phone again and looked up to the wall clock. It was six. The sun was slowly approaching dusk. He took his car's keys and decided to spend the evening at the beach, watching the sunset.
On his way to the beach, he breathed fresh air once again. He felt the coolness of the air, which he hitherto failed to notice, possibly because he never had enough time to get out of his reverie of sorrow. He looked at the balloon seller at the traffic signal and he smiled. He reached the beach at six thirty. He sat down on the sand, closed his eyes and enjoyed the breeze. He felt alive, a feeling he was missing from a long time. Finally he was over with her. He was over with all those mood swing. He was over with those moist eyes. He was over with those hangovers. Finally he was over with punishing himself.
Monday, 14 January 2013
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Without any competition, love continues to be the most complicated feeling in this world. It can screw you up really bad. However on the other side, love remains one of the best feeling too. The basic "feel good" feeling when you think about the one you love can get you "high" without Old Monk or grass (Okay, frankly speaking the latter ones are more faithful choices). Love somehow goes beyond the limits of thoughts and breaks any barrier, be it caste, creed , religion or country. The universal feeling of love may sometimes get extra personal as well. This is what happened to him.
He joined engineering after realizing that he had followed the crowd for the last two years and thus he decided to not use his wit (almost scarce anyways) and follow the crowd. Basic subjects like physics and mathematics were simple in the first two semesters. Given the level of complacency that filled up his brain, he found his hostel room's bed somehow more comfortable than the college seats, more than even that of the canteen. So he decided to bravely bunk lectures in the weekdays and catch the earliest train on Friday to reach 'home'. His luck favoured him in the examination and he thankfully found the topper sitting ahead of him. Copying was an art he had mastered a long time ago in coaching classes while taking tests. The only thing he repented is that he couldn't successfully apply the expertise in AIEEE or IIT-JEE. However, the expertise came handy later in the exam and he somehow managed to 'clear' all the eleven examinations of first year.
However, this time the things were different. In his last exam, he noticed one of his prettiest classmate. He didn't have whiskey the night before and therefore he was alert enough to notice her. He noticed everything, right from the way she tied her hair with pins, her earrings, her bangles, her bindi, her nail art to the way she smiled. He got a small crush that day and he decided he would attend the lectures just to notice her. He finally decided to break up with his bed and instead look ahead for a 'real' relationship.
On the first day of the semester, he decided to attend all the lectures. Since he felt his friends would make fun of him, he kept his decision personal. However, he wasn't aware of the fact that attending lectures wasn't everyone's cup of tea. Bohot papad belne padte hain. From day one, the professors had taken a silent wow to make the lectures more lethal than the actual wars. Students armoured with their amazing talent of texting during lectures and at times sleeping without catching any attention, could actually attend them. However, for him the lectures were just a chance to look at the girl for whom he fell.
Although he spent most of the time noticing her, he managed to come across words like alpha dc, beta dc, transconductance, Laplacian Domain , Push pull amplifiers, hybrid parameters,transfer function etc. He never took the lectures very seriously but he never bunked them. Life was being perfectly alright for him. He befriended her, took her number and spend most of the evenings talking to her. She on the other hand, motivated him to complete the assignments on time. While completing assignments, he came across those complex words once again. He somehow gathered an interest for knowing what those things actually meant. So he went through the textbooks and he unexpectedly understood what he was actually reading. Unknowingly he developed an interest for engineering.
He took his mid semester exams and didn't score too badly, scoring 108 out of 150. She scored 112 and he somehow felt competitive for the first time in engineering life. He vowed to actually study and score more than her in the end-semester exams. However in the series of succeeding months, his life changed entirely. She considered his as her closest friend, and went on to tell him the biggest secret that she had hidden from the rest of the class. She had a boyfriend, whom she loved more than anyone else. She told him that he was the second most important person in her life. Each of her word hurt him deeper and deeper. However, he decided not to reveal anything to her, neither his feelings, nor his wounds.
However, she had brought a complete transformation in him. For him, his studies were important now. He found engineering interesting and developed a unique feeling for engineering. It got him high when he was with his textbooks or with his robots, he had again fallen for something. He didn't just finished the final exams with the highest marks but also passed out engineering with the 14th highest score in the university. He went on to join one of the premier management institute in India, IIM-C. As he vowed, he never showed his feelings. She went on to marry her love and he ended up being with his true love, electronics. They lived happily ever after.....
He joined engineering after realizing that he had followed the crowd for the last two years and thus he decided to not use his wit (almost scarce anyways) and follow the crowd. Basic subjects like physics and mathematics were simple in the first two semesters. Given the level of complacency that filled up his brain, he found his hostel room's bed somehow more comfortable than the college seats, more than even that of the canteen. So he decided to bravely bunk lectures in the weekdays and catch the earliest train on Friday to reach 'home'. His luck favoured him in the examination and he thankfully found the topper sitting ahead of him. Copying was an art he had mastered a long time ago in coaching classes while taking tests. The only thing he repented is that he couldn't successfully apply the expertise in AIEEE or IIT-JEE. However, the expertise came handy later in the exam and he somehow managed to 'clear' all the eleven examinations of first year.
However, this time the things were different. In his last exam, he noticed one of his prettiest classmate. He didn't have whiskey the night before and therefore he was alert enough to notice her. He noticed everything, right from the way she tied her hair with pins, her earrings, her bangles, her bindi, her nail art to the way she smiled. He got a small crush that day and he decided he would attend the lectures just to notice her. He finally decided to break up with his bed and instead look ahead for a 'real' relationship.
On the first day of the semester, he decided to attend all the lectures. Since he felt his friends would make fun of him, he kept his decision personal. However, he wasn't aware of the fact that attending lectures wasn't everyone's cup of tea. Bohot papad belne padte hain. From day one, the professors had taken a silent wow to make the lectures more lethal than the actual wars. Students armoured with their amazing talent of texting during lectures and at times sleeping without catching any attention, could actually attend them. However, for him the lectures were just a chance to look at the girl for whom he fell.
Although he spent most of the time noticing her, he managed to come across words like alpha dc, beta dc, transconductance, Laplacian Domain , Push pull amplifiers, hybrid parameters,transfer function etc. He never took the lectures very seriously but he never bunked them. Life was being perfectly alright for him. He befriended her, took her number and spend most of the evenings talking to her. She on the other hand, motivated him to complete the assignments on time. While completing assignments, he came across those complex words once again. He somehow gathered an interest for knowing what those things actually meant. So he went through the textbooks and he unexpectedly understood what he was actually reading. Unknowingly he developed an interest for engineering.
He took his mid semester exams and didn't score too badly, scoring 108 out of 150. She scored 112 and he somehow felt competitive for the first time in engineering life. He vowed to actually study and score more than her in the end-semester exams. However in the series of succeeding months, his life changed entirely. She considered his as her closest friend, and went on to tell him the biggest secret that she had hidden from the rest of the class. She had a boyfriend, whom she loved more than anyone else. She told him that he was the second most important person in her life. Each of her word hurt him deeper and deeper. However, he decided not to reveal anything to her, neither his feelings, nor his wounds.
However, she had brought a complete transformation in him. For him, his studies were important now. He found engineering interesting and developed a unique feeling for engineering. It got him high when he was with his textbooks or with his robots, he had again fallen for something. He didn't just finished the final exams with the highest marks but also passed out engineering with the 14th highest score in the university. He went on to join one of the premier management institute in India, IIM-C. As he vowed, he never showed his feelings. She went on to marry her love and he ended up being with his true love, electronics. They lived happily ever after.....
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Back for some more time
Perhaps I must begin with a usual sense of apology and call this section the 'apology note' but leaving a few dedicated friends (who never ended up checking this space out more than twice) no one has ever come across this space so they've remain unaware of the level of non sense that fills up my brain. God, being a real generous being spared them, perhaps. However, stopping this digress-from-the-topic thing, I would like to inform that my third semester exams are over and I don't know how I managed to write each exam and actually sit for the entire two-and-half hours. Perhaps, day dreaming is more or less a handy tool when you want to convince yourself that some portions of the 88-percent-scored-at-board-thing is still left deep inside you (Okay!, I'm bragging). The truth is, I somehow survived the exams and I am alive enough to write another piece of crap.
I've remained away from active blogging for quite a long time after realizing that I need to put special efforts to put my life into order. I remained away from social media and quite unexpectedly away from twitter. Life's an attention demanding bitch at this point of time and I continue to give it more priority than social media. However I pray that somehow I end up being a full time blogger (which seems quite impossible right now). Yes I believe in miracles.
However my love for writing has remained intact. I have failed to write an article each day but somehow I have piled up a large number of stories, mostly incomplete,in my note pad. Life has never been easy in the past one year. Heart breaks, poor scores at academics, accidents, major fights, loss of dear ones, best friends going away to name a few. However as they say, chalti ka naam hain zindagi. Life continues to be beautiful and goes on with a smile....
I've remained away from active blogging for quite a long time after realizing that I need to put special efforts to put my life into order. I remained away from social media and quite unexpectedly away from twitter. Life's an attention demanding bitch at this point of time and I continue to give it more priority than social media. However I pray that somehow I end up being a full time blogger (which seems quite impossible right now). Yes I believe in miracles.
However my love for writing has remained intact. I have failed to write an article each day but somehow I have piled up a large number of stories, mostly incomplete,in my note pad. Life has never been easy in the past one year. Heart breaks, poor scores at academics, accidents, major fights, loss of dear ones, best friends going away to name a few. However as they say, chalti ka naam hain zindagi. Life continues to be beautiful and goes on with a smile....
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Keeping my fingers crossed
The past few days have witnessed some unusual activities going on in my life: I remain away from my phone, I remain away from the Social media,and yes,I remain away from the auto-rickshaws of the city,which are too dirty during this monsoon,so I prefer catching a bus instead of the rickshaw.
It's almost 2:30 in my watch and I'm attending my last lecture. As usual my bench mates are busy fighting,and I am almost physically involved in the fight. But mentally,I am still thinking of that same face,which I have been admiring for the past 24 hours now. This strange mental activity of guessing whether I'll meet her or not is going on on my mind "Yes,I'll meet her.. No,I won't",I'm almost sick of this thing now,but I just can't stop.
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Yesterday,at this point of time,normal activities were going on. Listening to the professor and jotting down notes,fighting with the bench mates and seeing when it would be three and I'd get free. We got our first assignment to solve,and I got a bit late due to the complacency filled work of the Xerox-Wallah. In haste,I reached the bus stop and caught the next bus,not knowing something pleasant was awaiting to happen.
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It's 2:50 now,my heart is beating faster now,I am recollecting how she looks. If she competes in a beauty pageant,the probability that she'd win is a bit less than the probability that I'll ever bath more than twice a week. Yet,there's something about her personality that can make a guy go mad for her,perhaps her simplicity appeals a lot. Meanwhile,the final bell rings,and the day comes to an end. My heart has now begun to beat so fast that I suspect that the guy next to me will overhear it. I try to hurry up to the bus stop only before being stopped by the cultural secy.,she wanted to discuss about the freshers' party's theme with me,and I couldn't say no,the meeting would take half an hour,I suspect.
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It was raining so I got a bit wet. I boarded up the bus,with my hair wet. I didn't get a place to sit and it was quite irritating. At the next stop,some people boarded off,but yet I didn't get a place,and now I thank god for that. She boarded up the bus,and it didn't take me much time to notice her. "Eyes,control yourself please" I told myself,but damn,I begun noticing every little thing about her,right from the small bells in her dupatta to the intricate border work of her dress. Her eyes were beautiful and they could easily drown anyone. While noticing her,I found out that she was looking at me, and I immediately,took my eyes off from her. Moments later,I tried to look at her and again the eye-contact happened,we both repulsed,but then this series of eye contacts took place for some time.
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It is 3:15 now and I am desperately waiting for the discussion to get over,being passively involved in it,and this is the first time in my life that I trying to run away from responsibility-yes the responsibility of the Class representative. Abhilash and Jayati came up with almost six themes in the last 15 mins. and now we're discussing the feasibility of each of the theme,I am wondering if she could be there in the party as well. This is the most illogical part of getting a crush: you begin making imaginary situations and mind begins wandering without any sense.
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Meanwhile two more stops came,I was too busy noticing her so as to realize which seats are getting vacant. Suddenly I saw one of the seats getting empty,she rushed towards it and so did I. She got seated and before I could occupy the seat next to her,an elderly person,almost of the age of my grand father,requested me for the seat. I relented without any complaints,I somehow could feel like he was my own grand father. Meanwhile,I noticed her smiling,perhaps she was impressed. I had to get off at the next stop and I felt a sudden gloom,I didn't wanted to get off,but I had to! I got off at the next stop and dared to do something which I was thinking of in my mind: I smiled and waved her good bye. This happened almost spontaneously,sometimes your body goes out of the control of your mind! To my surprise,she too waved me good bye from the window. I almost fainted,perhaps sometimes one meeting is enough to fall for someone.
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It's 3:35 now,we're finally done with the meeting and the theme and dress code. I am in the same bus in which we met coincidentally. Currently,I am standing at the same place where I was standing yesterday. It's raining a bit,and the weather is cool and romantic. The bus has halted on the very stop from which she boarded up the bus. With each person getting up,my heart beat is increasing,"will she come or not" is the question going on in my mind right now. Let's see what happens (Fingers crossed)
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
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As for the record the last post on this blog was written on 4th of July,2012 and today it is 14th of October 2012. So for three months I've remained away from active blogging and I am highly skeptic that this will happen for some more coming months. Meanwhile I tried to write a lot of posts and ended up making fourteen drafts,all incomplete. Complacency I say is the biggest enemy of pseudo-creative people Meanwhile,I'm back with a story,at least with an attempt to write one and hope this one doesn't end up being the fifteenth article in the draft's folder.
The best part about evening is that is is preceded by an afternoon nap,especially for those for whom it is an inevitable part of life. He's one of them,who prefers tea to succeed the afternoon nap. So he got up,plugged in earphones and left for the tea shop. He reached the tea shop and ordered a cutting chai Parle G,while planning to do something which he was thinking for the last two days. Once done with the evening addiction,he reached the nearest Pan ka galla for a Gold Flake. His heart beats increased as he saw 4:35 pm on his mobile phone's screen saver. A week back,they fought,mutually committing that they won't talk to each other any more in their lifetime. But then these commitments fail to last more than the anashans. He called her last night and she,as expected,didn't pick up the phone. He was angry,a hell lot,but he managed to subdue it as the desperation of not talking to her overrode all other feelings.
He completed smoking and effectively managing to shorten his life by an awful five minutes when he saw her,draped in salwar kameez,carrying an aura of simplicity. She made him skip a thousand beats,a combined effect of euphoria and adrenaline. He instantly forgot all that he thought he would tell her,and begun following her. She too noticed him but she continued to walk,ignoring her. He touched her hand,trying to hold it,but she repulsed. "What brings you back?" she said as her facial expressions changed from that of anger to crying. "Baby,you look prettier when you are red faced" He said as he smiled. The frustrated look on her face vanished but she was not done yet. "These old tricks won't work on me,I'm tired of all your pick-up lines." She said,almost controlling her laughter. "So how can I convince you that I am dying to talk to you?" he said,venting out all his frustration. "And what would you tell me if I talk?" she said,being a bit less offensive this time. "Baby,I.. I" he stammered. "What?" she said,as a smile appeared on her face. "Baby,I.. I feeling hungry,can we eat something?" he said,as both started laughing. "Idiot!" She said and slapped her. Her touch got him goosebumps,as he held her hand and both walked towards the nearest pastry shop. He felt a sudden ease as he felt alive after seven long days...
The best part about evening is that is is preceded by an afternoon nap,especially for those for whom it is an inevitable part of life. He's one of them,who prefers tea to succeed the afternoon nap. So he got up,plugged in earphones and left for the tea shop. He reached the tea shop and ordered a cutting chai Parle G,while planning to do something which he was thinking for the last two days. Once done with the evening addiction,he reached the nearest Pan ka galla for a Gold Flake. His heart beats increased as he saw 4:35 pm on his mobile phone's screen saver. A week back,they fought,mutually committing that they won't talk to each other any more in their lifetime. But then these commitments fail to last more than the anashans. He called her last night and she,as expected,didn't pick up the phone. He was angry,a hell lot,but he managed to subdue it as the desperation of not talking to her overrode all other feelings.
He completed smoking and effectively managing to shorten his life by an awful five minutes when he saw her,draped in salwar kameez,carrying an aura of simplicity. She made him skip a thousand beats,a combined effect of euphoria and adrenaline. He instantly forgot all that he thought he would tell her,and begun following her. She too noticed him but she continued to walk,ignoring her. He touched her hand,trying to hold it,but she repulsed. "What brings you back?" she said as her facial expressions changed from that of anger to crying. "Baby,you look prettier when you are red faced" He said as he smiled. The frustrated look on her face vanished but she was not done yet. "These old tricks won't work on me,I'm tired of all your pick-up lines." She said,almost controlling her laughter. "So how can I convince you that I am dying to talk to you?" he said,venting out all his frustration. "And what would you tell me if I talk?" she said,being a bit less offensive this time. "Baby,I.. I" he stammered. "What?" she said,as a smile appeared on her face. "Baby,I.. I feeling hungry,can we eat something?" he said,as both started laughing. "Idiot!" She said and slapped her. Her touch got him goosebumps,as he held her hand and both walked towards the nearest pastry shop. He felt a sudden ease as he felt alive after seven long days...
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
On the gas burner
Monday evening saw some different movements in the room,the books were sorted out,notes were compiled and all other study materials that we could gather were gathered. Saket and I took the pain of making our lazy asses to work,sensing the seriousness we needed to put forward. Adil (the third ally to us in this war) was called upon to chalk out a plan on how things were to be tackled.
The series of next few morning witnessed an emptiness in the bathroom,and the mother nature smiled silently for the water resources we committed to conserve. The only resource we looked forward to were the books,those books which still smelled fresh,the smell reminded us of the semester beginning when we approached the book store to buy the books.
Adil arrived next morning with two bags-one full of clothes and books and other full of snacks. We couldn't fight with empty stomachs,he knew. The syllabus list was referred and carefully some portions were omitted from the study list. We weren't aiming for ten pointers so we could heartlessly perform these omissions. The room now lacked something that the other days of semester witnessed. There was no chess played,no cards played and no gossips made. Our asses were put on gas burner and we had to word hard to save them.
The morning sessions lasted from 6 am to 1 pm,then lunch,then the afternoon session from 2 pm to 8 pm,then dinner and then the night session from 10pm to 4am. The holy activity of sleeping was performed between 4am to 6 am. We three would combine two beds and the three of us would begin studying with reading the chapter twice,silently. Then scribbling down the derivations twice or thrice and then attacking the questions asked in previous years. We tick marked every question that could be asked.
By Sunday, we were done with all the subjects,however a serious mistake happened: We forgot to look ahead to mathematics and we had just two days in hand to cover the subject. We kept calm and attacked the subject with the best plan possible. The professor had bombarded a series of questions throughout the year, the initial ones easy and the later ones tough. Solving them increased our mathematical ability and we had done mathematics quite averagely throughout the semester.
We revised all the questions that he had made us to solve. We scribbled down the solution in the shortest manner possible. It took the entire Sunday to revise his questions. On Monday,we worked hard and revised all the questions asked in previous years. We had a sound sleep on Monday night from 11 pm to 5 am. We revised till 7 am and then relaxed our mind by listening to some peaceful music. With relaxed mind,we approached the exam and it went off well.
Over the series of next 10 days,we took the other 5 exams and we fared off well. Least concerned with result,we spent the vacation in a relaxed way,with a lot of fun and football. Adil scored 8.7 points while Amit and I scored 8.3 and 8.43 respectively. The topper,Tanya (also nicknamed bulldozer by the classmates) scored 9.1. Parents were happy and those dedicated night outs saved us from the apocalypse.
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Top Quotes- Part 3
Dalai Lama
"The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart."
Buddha.
"The future belongs to those who see possibilities before they become obvious."
John Scully
"There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors."
Jim Morrison
"Be a friend to yourself, and others will be so too."
Thomas Fuller
"All glory comes from daring to begin."
William Shakespeare
"Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once"
Lillian Dickson
"Your focus determines your reality."
George Lucas
"Don't count the days, make the days count."
Muhammad Ali
"Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths."
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