Friday 16 October 2015
Kuch Vichaar : Jaane kya ho gaya
Jaane kya ho gaya. Mausam bhi hain naya.Sookhee zameen, bheega aasman. Kaise yeh silsile hain, hain paas bhi phir bhi hain faaslein
Kuch Vichaar : excerpt from a story written
Zara apne dil ki gehrayee se dekhiye sahib, to shayad aapko in aankhon ki sachai pata chal jaye. Kabhi bhi is khamoshi ko mehsoos karne ki koshish na karna.
(Dated: Dec 21, 2012)
Short Story : Main Khaas Hoon
Main Khaas Hoon
Lamhe kaise guzar gaye, pata nahin. Aisa lagta hain, jaise yeh pal abhi bhi wahin ho, jaisa tha, theek vaise hi jaise maine kayee saal pehle chod diya tha..pata nahin aisa kyun lagta hain, jaise waqt to aage guzar gaya, lekin main wahin ki wahin rahe gaye...jaise thi...kya main aaj bhi ateet bhi jee rahee hoon pata nahin. Mujhe pata hain, to bas itna. Ki aaj main wohi hoon, jaise thi..theek vaise hi, jaise thi...tab..bas yunhi kuch saal pehle...main badlee nahin. Aaj bhi mujhe baarish main bheegna pasand hain, gilli mitti ki khushboo aaj bhi mann ko kush kartee hoon, puddles main khelna, dil ko khush karta hain. Gully danda aur tez baarish ka maaza hi kush aur hain. Mujhe pyar hain paani se. Mere bas kuch hi dost hain, jinke liye main jaan bhi de saktee hoon. life ki choti choti cheezein mujhe kushi deti hain. Mera parivar meri duniya hain...bas yehi sansaar hain mera aur apne is sansaar main, main bahut kush hoon. Haan, to ho saktee hoon main, sabse alag...par apno ke liye, main khaas hoon - bahut khaas - excerpts from a story written.
(Dated; Dec 21, 2012)
Random Mumbling : The Spirit of Survival
The Spirit of Survival
It just wasn't about winning and loosing for him, any more. It was more about stepping up to the mantle and proving a point to the world - you see, though they had a lot at stake here, they were also the silent victims. It was time they woke up and showed the world - that they too could roar.
Short Story : The love for stage
The love for stage
He loved the stage and his fondest childhood memory had been enacting on stage in front of a packed audience. 10 years though had passed since that time and for a person who loved stage to a person who didn't want to travel on that road again, it had been a journey of mixed emotions. Destiny though had other plans. Jittery and low in confidence he now was and little did he know, fate though had other plans in store for him. He once again, saw him self in front of the stage, a stage where he had spent in growing years, where he was in the centre of the arc light, performing..performing with all his might and as if he didn't care. The stage was empty and so were the seats in front of him. The curtains were down and he was told, there was no life in the town any longer. This place was now under lock and key. He strolled for a bit and sat there. Voices running on his head and images of his practice days racing in front of him blurred. He found his hand going forward as if calling to his team members. Then he found himself, getting up on his feet. He felt the curtains rising and the lights coming on and he found himself playing the part with equal ease and perfection, like he always used. After 30 min, he felt he heard an applause. He stopped. There was no one. The curtains were down. The stage was empty and so were the seats. He fell on his knees and he broke down. He now knew, what he had to do. To bring to life, a form of art that was long forgotten.
He loved the stage and his fondest childhood memory had been enacting on stage in front of a packed audience. 10 years though had passed since that time and for a person who loved stage to a person who didn't want to travel on that road again, it had been a journey of mixed emotions. Destiny though had other plans. Jittery and low in confidence he now was and little did he know, fate though had other plans in store for him. He once again, saw him self in front of the stage, a stage where he had spent in growing years, where he was in the centre of the arc light, performing..performing with all his might and as if he didn't care. The stage was empty and so were the seats in front of him. The curtains were down and he was told, there was no life in the town any longer. This place was now under lock and key. He strolled for a bit and sat there. Voices running on his head and images of his practice days racing in front of him blurred. He found his hand going forward as if calling to his team members. Then he found himself, getting up on his feet. He felt the curtains rising and the lights coming on and he found himself playing the part with equal ease and perfection, like he always used. After 30 min, he felt he heard an applause. He stopped. There was no one. The curtains were down. The stage was empty and so were the seats. He fell on his knees and he broke down. He now knew, what he had to do. To bring to life, a form of art that was long forgotten.
Short Story : Khud se door aur kitne paas
Khud se door aur kitne paas
Armaan aur khawaishayon ke peeche bhaagte bhaagte, hum khud se door hote Gaye....zindagi main kuch banne ki Chahat ne, aisa junoon paida kiya ki hum apne aap ko hi bhool Gaye. Aaj phir us gali main gaye, jahan kabhi bachon ki goonj basti thi, jahan muskurahat and hassi ki leher bastti thi aur phir mann main khayal aaya ki kushi to tab humare andar bastti thi..itna sannatta theek nahin. Aankhein band ki aur gaaya....aasman ke neeche, band darwazon par...ek himmat si aayi...barsat huee aur ek sakoon sa aaya...I...I ...had just sung to the universe and they were my audience.
Armaan aur khawaishayon ke peeche bhaagte bhaagte, hum khud se door hote Gaye....zindagi main kuch banne ki Chahat ne, aisa junoon paida kiya ki hum apne aap ko hi bhool Gaye. Aaj phir us gali main gaye, jahan kabhi bachon ki goonj basti thi, jahan muskurahat and hassi ki leher bastti thi aur phir mann main khayal aaya ki kushi to tab humare andar bastti thi..itna sannatta theek nahin. Aankhein band ki aur gaaya....aasman ke neeche, band darwazon par...ek himmat si aayi...barsat huee aur ek sakoon sa aaya...I...I ...had just sung to the universe and they were my audience.
Direct Dil Se : Some thoughts
Direct Dil Se
And when the wind blows, with the sound of the chimes, there you shall find me
bombay teaches you to have a voice, to survive and fight for your rights.
"feeling galat nahin hote, log galat hote hain"
Log badalte hain....rishte nahin
Elvis was told that he couldn't sing.Marilyn was told that she is just fit to be a nanny. Revolutionaries were told that India would never be free. Einstein wasn't considered fit to sit in class. Beethoven & Milton
created their best when they were at their worst. Life is about rising from the ashes,sailing against stormy weathers, punching detractors/ adversity in the face and screaming to the sky - I DID IT.
..Friends!!! the words speak volumes!
Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding happiness, appreciating the memories, learning from the past and realizing that people change. Its about letting go, standing up each time you fall, smiling through the tears, celebrating, moving on with a smile on one's face, content that those who matter are with you always. Most of all, its about being true to yourself.
It is said an apple a day keeps the doctor away and if the doctor is handsome keep the apple away...but what should I do with the apple if the doctor was handsome but the vocabulary was not that great
For the calmness of the wind and the sound of the waves on a moonlit night....
Creativity in TV is all about the courage, passion, will, most importantly a chance to bring to life certain elements one has in mind, keeping in mind the prepardness for struggle and pain.
Most success stories have a tale of struggle and pain behind them.
Sometimes, the past comes back to haunt you. Other times, it's a blessing in disguise. Most of the times, however it is the lessons learnt.
“Music is the soul to life, of notes to sing and chords to strike – listen to your heart, to hear the joy it brings”.
Life’s challenges are not supposed to paralyze us but are supposed to help us discover who we truly are. However, there are certain challenges/situations/
Intelligence - a state of mind possessed by all.
Hurt: the silent language of pain
Education means....to seek, to yearn, to value.
The talents of today, the trendsetters of tomorrow.
Duniya ki is bheed aur bhed bhav main, humaree sanskriti hi nahin, humara astitva aur pehchaan bhi kahin kho gaya hain.
Na jaane kyun woh khamosh rehtee thi....lekin koi nahin jaanta tha, uski aankhein sab kuch bayaan kar deti thi.
Expectations - the classiest mistake one does and has. Do good and let be.
Legends are testimony to our lives. Myths are supposed to bring us together. Man...Ah well. For some, we are role models and a source for inspiration. For another, just like them - strangers, walking on the path...some alienate us or tear us apart and Another lot, couldn't care less!
She knew it wasn't lust when he looked into her eyes and not her chest!!!*story of every girl*
Will power is having chocolate craving and resisting it
The night, in all it's glory, has a lot of stories to tell.
Exercise - Fitness of the mind, cleansing of the soul.
Yeh sheher bhi kitna ajeeb hain, bheed ke is samundar main, bahar se dekho to zindagi aur haryali, andar jhaankh ke dekho to bas tanhai hi tanhai
sometimes we just need to train our minds and dance our way through life
"I never said it was going to be easy. I never did promise you a rose garden."
You know what's the best thing about music..It makes you feel as if the world is your stage, beneath the starry skies.
One shouldn't be too hard on themselves, if the object of one's affection, returns the fervour, with less enthusiasm (from the movie - Forces of Nature.)
They should actually be glad, breathe in deep, jump in the air in excitement as it would be HIS/HER LOSS NOT THEIRS. After all, the object of that affection, hasn't realized what he/she has lost out on - a pearl in the oyster. SIMPLE. (Lesson learnt in life.)
Never feel discouraged. what may seem like a small idea now, may turn out to be something big later. you never know. All it takes is faith.
kuch vichaar : haq
Tumhe yeh hak maine nahin diya ki tum mujhse poocho, ki main zindagi ke baarein main kya jaanti hoon, ka dekha hain. Tumhari jaankari ke liye main tumhe batatee hoon, ki meri aur tumharee life shayad alag alag ho par tumhe nahin malum ki meri zindagi main kya hua hain, kya beeta hain. Ho sakta hain ki is muskaratee hue chehre ke peeche bahut dard chupa hain. Ho sakta hain, shayad mujhe bhi mushkilon ka saamna karna padha ho. Phir kabhi mat kehna kisse se, ki unhe kya malum zindagi kya hotee hain kyunki unkee zindagi main kya beeta hain, yeh tumhe nahin malum.
Kuch Vichaar : bas yun hi
haan, galti karee tumne ki mujhse koi rishta rakha par mere pyar par yeh toheen na karo, yeh keh kar ki yeh pyar pyar nahin samjhota tha. Tu kya jaane pyar kya hota. Pyar ek ehsaas hota hain. Pyar ek doosre ko samjhna hota hain. Pyar unconditional hota hain to pls pyar ki tum toheen mat karo yeh karke ki pyar ki tumhare ek condition hain ki is situation main hum ek samjhota kar dein. Samjhota aur tum. Jo aadmi, apne aage nahin dekh paya woh kya jaane samjhota kya hain. Jayo, us ma se poocho, jisne saalon se shayad apne bachon ki shakal nahin dekhee, us aaji se poocho, jisne apne beta khoya, us ghar main rahe, har deewar se poocho, jahan yaadein kabhi basee thi. Woh tumhe batayenge samjhota kya hota hain.
Kuch Vichaar : Rishtey
Rishtey: Aise hote hain jinka naata ya naam humein malum nahin hota hai, phir bhi woh hote hain. Kuch - shuru hone se pehle khatam ho jaate hain ya shuru hokar khatam ho jatein hain ya khatam hokar shuru hote hain . Kuch rishte upar se ban kar aate hain ya ek naya savera dikhate hain.Jo bhi ho, kitne nazuk hote hain, yeh rishte. bilkul maum ki tarah.Na sambhalon, to pigal kar gayab ho jatein hain.
Kuch Vichaar : Lost
vaise to dekha jaye bas kuch lamhon ka safar tha...par yeh nahin jaanta tha koi, ki yeh safar bahut kathin tha. Dil main abhi bhi basse thi woh, kaise bhool jaaye usse, us se to har yaad juda tha.
Poem : Life Rules & Destiny
"Our Life, Rules & Destiny
nothin more important than our character & dignity.
Add to it, self respect & of course family.
listen to many & speak to few.
People will be people, nothing you can do.
Your feelings are the lock n silence the key.
Trust none for world is crude.
Nothin wrong in that, may be that's the way to be,
there is no place for naivety.
Trust n faith hold life's walls
once that's broken, all is lost.:p"
nothin more important than our character & dignity.
Add to it, self respect & of course family.
listen to many & speak to few.
People will be people, nothing you can do.
Your feelings are the lock n silence the key.
Trust none for world is crude.
Nothin wrong in that, may be that's the way to be,
there is no place for naivety.
Trust n faith hold life's walls
once that's broken, all is lost.:p"
Random Mumbling : Let Go
Let Go
"It didn't hit her that she loved him till he didn't make it known that he liked some one else...and when he got to know she loved him and wanted, he didn't want her.nothing in the world could make him stay. let go, she had to."
"It didn't hit her that she loved him till he didn't make it known that he liked some one else...and when he got to know she loved him and wanted, he didn't want her.nothing in the world could make him stay. let go, she had to."
Short Story : Unexpressed Emotions
Unexpressed Emotions
It was almost as if he had put a shield around him...like he was guarding himself, protecting himself from the slightest of attraction or feelings. He knew that no body could understand his state right now and he couldnt quite express it.. No body knew what he was going through or what it even felt like being in his place. No one could perhaps even understand. No body knew that beneath a smiley face lay a heart that was broken, eyes that reflected pain.
(Dated: October 11, 2012)
Short Story : There she finds him
There she finds him
All her life, she waited for the only man, she loved and in those time, there was only one man who stood by her, telling her patiently....he will come. Years later, when the man of her dreams was in front of her, she felt numb. The one who had stood by her all these years was not there with her and suddenly she felt a void in her....and in that moment of time, all her memories with him, flashed right in front of her...without a thought, she ran to tell him how much she loved him..On his door, she read a note: feel from ur heart, and there you shall find me. Till date whenever she feels from her heart, there she finds him.
(Dated: October 11, 2012)
All her life, she waited for the only man, she loved and in those time, there was only one man who stood by her, telling her patiently....he will come. Years later, when the man of her dreams was in front of her, she felt numb. The one who had stood by her all these years was not there with her and suddenly she felt a void in her....and in that moment of time, all her memories with him, flashed right in front of her...without a thought, she ran to tell him how much she loved him..On his door, she read a note: feel from ur heart, and there you shall find me. Till date whenever she feels from her heart, there she finds him.
(Dated: October 11, 2012)
Short Story : Alvida
Alvida
Kehte hain…pyar se bada insaniyat ka rishta hota hain. ..chalo, maine aaj yeh bhi azma liya…Tumhare ghunegharon ko maaph karke maine insaniyat ka rishta to nibhaye, shayad pyar ka farz na nibha sakeee…par iska matlab yeh nahin ki main pyar nahin kartee thi tumse..yeh samajh lo ki maine apna pyar ka tyag kiya... is janam main na mil paaye to kya…mera yakeen hain…humaree adhooree kahani, pooree hogee..zaroor puree hogee…kyunki jisne doosron ke liye tyag karna seekh liya, samajh lo usne pyar ka asli matlab seekh liya aur who insaan rab ke nazdeek ho gaya…main aaj us rab ko nazdeek mehsoos kar rahee hoon…aaj main pyar ka asli matlab samajh gayee hoon….Alvida. yeh ehsaan raha mera unpar.
(Dated: October 30, 2012)
Kehte hain…pyar se bada insaniyat ka rishta hota hain. ..chalo, maine aaj yeh bhi azma liya…Tumhare ghunegharon ko maaph karke maine insaniyat ka rishta to nibhaye, shayad pyar ka farz na nibha sakeee…par iska matlab yeh nahin ki main pyar nahin kartee thi tumse..yeh samajh lo ki maine apna pyar ka tyag kiya... is janam main na mil paaye to kya…mera yakeen hain…humaree adhooree kahani, pooree hogee..zaroor puree hogee…kyunki jisne doosron ke liye tyag karna seekh liya, samajh lo usne pyar ka asli matlab seekh liya aur who insaan rab ke nazdeek ho gaya…main aaj us rab ko nazdeek mehsoos kar rahee hoon…aaj main pyar ka asli matlab samajh gayee hoon….Alvida. yeh ehsaan raha mera unpar.
(Dated: October 30, 2012)
Random Mumbling : Hero
He was a hero to them
When they saw him after years, it was hard for them to believe and digest that this was the same guy who had instilled life into their lives. Hard, withdrawn and shelled was how he had become. Leave him -no. They took it upon themselves to make him the hero, he once was because for them that was what friends were for and meant.
(Dated: Feb 07, 2013)
When they saw him after years, it was hard for them to believe and digest that this was the same guy who had instilled life into their lives. Hard, withdrawn and shelled was how he had become. Leave him -no. They took it upon themselves to make him the hero, he once was because for them that was what friends were for and meant.
(Dated: Feb 07, 2013)
Short Story : That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
They were catching up after long. Time had passed, things had changed and much had gone from good to bad to worst for them. Both had living in shell - in denial. Both hesitated from taking the first step to give the other the first call. Both just didn't know how the other wouls react. Yet, all it took was a collage full of memories that made them think - was it all really worth it. Both then thought of taking the first step. She tried calling her from her place and she from hers. Both got an engaged tone and then there was a cross connection. Complete silence first. A hello that both said once was all it took to mend the ice. And then the met....they looked at each others eyes. They knew they weren't mad at each other. They were hurt and there lay the difference. They put that to rest. A hug was all it took and it was all the same like it was before...and then they realized - that's what friends are for. The beauty of friendship is that you can start right from where you had left it. - dedicated to all friends. We may have parted ways. We may not even speak to each other that often. But we know, we are there for each other. We know that each time we fall, we will be there to pick the other up...That's what friends are for.
(Dated: Feb 06, 2013)
Random Mumbling : Accepting People
Accepting People
In the competitive world, we live in, its the survival of the fittest, edging the other aside and in this world, imperfections is beautiful (thankfully). The beauty of this world is that People are grey (having their own goods and bads) and people will always be people. They will hate you, they will break you, they will let you down. So, its about accepting people the way they are - for their good and bad. Everyone has a mask and a shield around em. Only we don't know their story. And once we accept people for what they are, life becomes easier....
(Dated: Feb 18, 2013)
Random Mumblings : Purane Rishte
Purane Rishte
Hum purane rishte todne main itna samay isliye laga dete hain kyunki hum gadhe hain... Hum purane rishte todne main itna waqt isliye lagate hain kyunki humhain lagta hain ki hum unke bina jee nahin paayenge, par aisa kuch nahin hain. Humaree kismet ka humse koi cheen nahin sakta aur hum kissee aur ki kismet lekar nahin ja sakte.
(Dated: July 30, 2013)
Hum purane rishte todne main itna samay isliye laga dete hain kyunki hum gadhe hain... Hum purane rishte todne main itna waqt isliye lagate hain kyunki humhain lagta hain ki hum unke bina jee nahin paayenge, par aisa kuch nahin hain. Humaree kismet ka humse koi cheen nahin sakta aur hum kissee aur ki kismet lekar nahin ja sakte.
(Dated: July 30, 2013)
Short Story : Eyes that Spoke
Eyes that Spoke
Amongst, the group of students in class, the teachers eyes fell on a girl. The girl had lots of questions in her eyes and an undying passion which reflected in whatever she did. Later, the teacher sat alone. She hoped and prayed that the girl would not meet the same fate as some one she knew...some one, whom was considered an outcast just because she wasn't like them, some one who in the process of trying to fit in, lost her identity in the process, some one who was a shining star but just never knew it.
(Dated: August 20, 2013)
Amongst, the group of students in class, the teachers eyes fell on a girl. The girl had lots of questions in her eyes and an undying passion which reflected in whatever she did. Later, the teacher sat alone. She hoped and prayed that the girl would not meet the same fate as some one she knew...some one, whom was considered an outcast just because she wasn't like them, some one who in the process of trying to fit in, lost her identity in the process, some one who was a shining star but just never knew it.
(Dated: August 20, 2013)
Short Story : A Story Formed
A story formed
She stared at the blank pages in front of her. It was one of those days, when the words were not coming by and she couldn't get herself to write. She rested her head at the back of the chair...and thought, may be, I will never be able to write again. The pages, were then filled with blotches of water..thanks to the tears which were streaming down..broken dreams...this was just not what she had hoped and dreamt for...she tore the pages and tried again...and wrote whatever came to her mind...whatever she felt...no matter, how stupid it may have sounded to her...she ended up writing the entire night
(Dated: September 06, 2013)
Short Story : The Joy of Stage
The Joy of Stage
The stage was the only place where she could be herself..where she lost herself and could see no one, where she gave form to her art, where she could release her ire and wrath...where her feet swayed to the rhythm of the beats...fragile and tender, she moved like a swan.
Tapping her feet, to the rhythm of the beat, that she felt within her, she felt pretty much at ease..and then she realized, she didn't need to hear the music to dance, she needed to feel it, within her.
(Dated: January 15, 2014)
Short Story : Conversation with the Moon
Conversations with the moon
Today, said the moon, I have something to say. just, look at me. Despite so many holes, i still smile. People still find me beautiful despite it all. I still look beautiful in the dark night sky. I radiate my light to pave the way for others to reach home safely. You admire me at each stage of the 28 days...specially when its a full moon night and when all my scars are so visible.but you know what .I am special coz I know I am special. I stand out coz I know I am beautiful. If I didn't think of myself as special and beautiful...you wouldn't like me either right...but you still love me despite all my fallacies and shortcomings so why don't you love yourself? There is no difference between you and me right
(Dated: January 26, 2014)
Random Mumblings : Something about Music
Something
Something about the music enchanted her...something about the dance captivated her. It was as if she was taken to another world altogether...one from which there was no escape...in this unison of melody, tunes and beats.
(Dated : Feb 01, 2014)
Short Story : Beauty of Friendship
Beauty of Friendship
They both were going to meet each other after 15 years and a lot had changed since then. Both of them, had gone through a lot, with respect to their individuals lives. At this moment, though, they both felt a certain kind of strain and akwardness. They had parted ways since school got over. How should I react when I see him? She had thought. He on the other hand wondered how to strike a conversation, when he saw her. A flury of emotions and thoughts were crossing their heads at this point of time. Turned out, they simply had to do nothing. A hi was all it took to renew ties. It's then they realized, the beauty of friendship was such, that it could start right from where they had left it.
(Dated: Feb 03, 2014)
Random Mumbling : Opposite Attract
Opposite Attract
Despite all his fallacies, she still loved him. For her, it was his not knowing what I will do next attitude that got her heart thumping. He on the other hand, couldnt understand why!!! Girl and him, a no no, but he fell madly in love with her and how
(Dated: Feb 03, 2014)
Despite all his fallacies, she still loved him. For her, it was his not knowing what I will do next attitude that got her heart thumping. He on the other hand, couldnt understand why!!! Girl and him, a no no, but he fell madly in love with her and how
(Dated: Feb 03, 2014)
Short Story : The Calming Effect
The calming effect
She was fighting a turmoil of emotions within her. For reasons unknown to her, she was restless. Something was disturbing her and at this point of time, she didn't know what it was and neither did she want to understand it. Taking a stroll on the beach late of night, hearing the sounds of the waves hitting the rocks and seeing the moon's reflection in water, she was suddenly more at ease.
Ah, the calming effect the waves have in the stillness of the night.
(Dated: Feb 03, 2014)
She was fighting a turmoil of emotions within her. For reasons unknown to her, she was restless. Something was disturbing her and at this point of time, she didn't know what it was and neither did she want to understand it. Taking a stroll on the beach late of night, hearing the sounds of the waves hitting the rocks and seeing the moon's reflection in water, she was suddenly more at ease.
Ah, the calming effect the waves have in the stillness of the night.
(Dated: Feb 03, 2014)
Short Story : True Spirit of Martial Arts
True spirit of the martial art
It was just minutes before the final match of the Taekwon-do championship. His coach walked up to him and said. Just breathe. That gold does not matter. What matters though, is how you conduct yourself and fight with utmost sportsmanship. So, just have faith and give it your best and just remember how you conduct your self out there today, is how you will be remembered for the rest of your life. That gold, will be long forgotten, what will remain etched in the minds of the people though, will be, how you fought in the true spirit of the marital art.
(Dated: Feb 03, 2014)
It was just minutes before the final match of the Taekwon-do championship. His coach walked up to him and said. Just breathe. That gold does not matter. What matters though, is how you conduct yourself and fight with utmost sportsmanship. So, just have faith and give it your best and just remember how you conduct your self out there today, is how you will be remembered for the rest of your life. That gold, will be long forgotten, what will remain etched in the minds of the people though, will be, how you fought in the true spirit of the marital art.
(Dated: Feb 03, 2014)
Short Story : Understanding Silence
Understanding Silence
He was leaving for abroad in a few hours. Standing outside the airport, they both had a heavy heart just minutes before he was to walk in for check-in. They both had a different perspective where airports were concerned. She found it depressing and viewed it as a place which takes her away from home and people she loves. He on the other hand felt there were so many interesting things to notice. People for one and life for another. Airports reminded him of the pace, energy and speed needed to reach one's target. Differences aside, this was one moment, they wanted to cherish. Locked in an embrace and into each other's eyes...time stood still. At that moment, they knew, no matter where they are, no matter after how long they would be meeting, their connection with each other's soul would remain intact. Truly some things/moments in life are heartfelt and can't be expressed. They couldn't explain what they were feeling and going through right now but the beauty of it all was that they understood each other's silence.
(Dated: Feb 04, 2014)
Short Story : Loving Tenderness
Loving Tenderness
Why are you crying, a child asked her. She at that time didn't know what to explain or what to tell. Could she tell this 5 year old of the pain and hurt that she was going through at that time. No, she didn't want to burst the bubble of the child. She smiled through the tears and said - nothing. Just like that. The child took her hand and said then lets cry together. She broke into a laughter. Sigh, for the innocence and naïveté of a child. Deep inside her heart, she wished it was just a game, but it wasn't so. The child put his head on her lap and as she caressed his head, she silently hope and prayed for the innocence to remain intact and not fade away in the madding world. She looked at the face of the child. He was sleeping rather peacefully and with content. Suddenly she too felt a certain kind of calmness in her.
(Dated: Feb 04, 2014)
Why are you crying, a child asked her. She at that time didn't know what to explain or what to tell. Could she tell this 5 year old of the pain and hurt that she was going through at that time. No, she didn't want to burst the bubble of the child. She smiled through the tears and said - nothing. Just like that. The child took her hand and said then lets cry together. She broke into a laughter. Sigh, for the innocence and naïveté of a child. Deep inside her heart, she wished it was just a game, but it wasn't so. The child put his head on her lap and as she caressed his head, she silently hope and prayed for the innocence to remain intact and not fade away in the madding world. She looked at the face of the child. He was sleeping rather peacefully and with content. Suddenly she too felt a certain kind of calmness in her.
(Dated: Feb 04, 2014)
Short Story: Mom and Child Conversation
Mom and Child Conversation
Mom, what are the rainbows asked the child. The mother replied, rainbows are god's way of saying that there is always hope (rains are a symbol of hope dear child) it's a beautiful world (as the sun signifies beauty and brightness) and the horizon is well within reach. But then why is it a semi circle? Asked the child. To tell you, that as you go up, you will also come down, said the mother. The mother looked at the child's questioning eyes...she sighed. may be he was too young to understand all this. she smiled and said, always remember to look in the direction that you want to go but on the way of going where you want to go, carry the lessons along with you and always be humble. Never forget to look down, as that's what your roots are. That's where you came from. Life is a curve darling with its ups and down.
(Dated: Feb 04, 2014)
Short Story : Leaving behind a legacy
Leaving behind a legacy
She had just got an opportunity to work somewhere, something which would be great for her growth and her cv. She on the other hand couldn't let go of the baby she had created...how could she just hand over all the toil and effort to somebody, not knowing how they would take care of it. After a lot of discussion and heated arguments, her boss told her- its your baby and it will always be so. No one can take it away from you but look at it this way. The standard has been set. You will be passing the mantle to some one to take care and better it. You will leave behind a legacy. They may succeed, they may not but if they do, you should feel proud...that your baby has learnt to walk and run. have faith in the ideologies and values you have instilled. If you don't, then it will only be detrimental for your own growth.
(Dated: Feb 08, 2014)
Short Story : Friendship
Friendship
She sat on the rocks, looking into the sea. She wondered, how they were and what they were going through. She missed the leg pulling and the endless laughter. Today, she was caught on the cross roads of life and she missed her besties alot. However, she didnt know how they would react. It had been a while, since she spoke to them or made the attempt to reconnect. She started throwing stones on to the sea and wondered as to what made her not talk to them, not make that call, not being there. Feeling of remorse, overcame her. If only. They were the ones who had infact not let her fall at all. Work Pressures and then the madding crowd, somewhere she lost her self and them too in the process. She toyed with a idea for a while and dialled a number. She started crying the moment she said hello and there was silence on the other end. A couple of hours later, her friends were right beside her. A hug was all it took to put everything at rest. Her friends thought she was mad, when she said sorry. Friends, they said, don't say sorry. In fact they understand and are with you through thick and thin, in spirit and mind.. Between sobs, she told them, but I was not there in your happy and sad times. I was not there to share your laughter and tears. Wiping her tears, they said. It does not matter. What matters is that we are here together, at this moment of time.
(Dated: Feb 08, 2014)
Short Story : Don't let me down
Don't let me down
The exam result had just been declared. He came home with a sulking face. His parents were mighty upset. He had secured a first division but that was no where near the 90 percentile. Stop creating pressure on the child, grand mother told the parents. At least he passed. The greatest test is in front of him...it's the test of life. Tenderly, she stroked the child's head and said, yes these grades will benefit but only to a point. Head up, Chin High. After a while you will be alone. Then it will be your values, virtues and ethics that will see you through the test of life.Don't let us down on those.
(Dated: Feb 09, 2014)
Short Story : A Girl Child
The Girl Child
In a family, where sons were worshipped, he held the baby girl in his arms and said - " She is going to be priceless. She is the one who is going mends hearts and lives alike and will bridge the differences and the gaps. I will not be able to give her dowry but I will surely give her an education, imbibe in her the spirits of self respect, dignity, honour and pride, qualities that will give her the strength to face the world, head on, looking into the eyes of the world."
(Dated: Feb 11, 2014)
Short Story : A Man's Silence
A Man's Silence
He smiled but deep within, his heart sank. He looked at her, as she kept on talking, the excitement on her face visible. She was going abroad...it was an opportunity of a lifetime for her coupled with the fact that she will be going with the guy she loved or she thought she loved. He hoped his emotions wouldn't give away and he hoped his eyes and face just stayed and acted well this time. I must not cry, he kept telling himself. Boys don't cry and I can't break down. He put up a brave front in front of her. Her happiness meant the world to him...but only he knew how he felt that point of time and this feeling - well, he couldn't let it known to the world. He was a man after all.
(Dated: Feb 13, 2014)
Short Story : Weak Foundation
Weak Foundations
They both had thought love meant growing old with each other but a difference in thought and a misunderstanding was all it took to break them from the illusion they were in. Blame game started and so did the frequent fights. it became mentally draining for them to be with each other. Friends who vouched for their love were aghast. What none of the two realised that the very foundation on which their relationship was based - friendship, trust and inherent faith was weak and could be easily broken. No, they were too absorbed in their own self pity and thought process, to realise that. A broken affair and it left a lasting impact on both of them. She went on to believe that " har kisse ko nahin milta yahan pyar zindagi main". He went on to believe "ishq hota nahin sabhi ke liiye". What they both, never gave was a chance to themselves, to learn to believe in love again. Hence they both were these withdrawn, hard and lifeless souls. They met again, this albeit as strangers and it just wasn't the same any more. Hence they thought from then on, its better to keep away and never to cross each other's path. It just wasn't about matters of the heart any more. It was something more - something they both knew but refused to admit- that their foundation was weak to begin with and they couldn't overcome this weakness of theirs.
(Dated: Feb 13, 2014)
Short Story : Predicaments
Predicaments
She was yet again caught between holding on and letting go. It was a predicament of a different kind. It wasnt concerning matters of the hearts. No, for her, it was matters of careers choice. The road ahead wasnt going to be easy. There were risks to be taken, mountains to be climbed and travelling on the road less travelled. Behind her, she would leave, a name that she had spend so many years building - all for a passion. She set about doing the chores, leaving her thoughts to rest at bay...until she came across a stamp note - "always be true to yourself and your profession and that's where courage comes from." Profession, she thought for a while. She smiled as she recalled" the only way to be happy in your profession, if you follow your hobby". She knew what she had to do.
(Dated: Feb 15, 2014)
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