Monday, 5 May 2014

Found and Lost

We come across a lot of different people in our lives....some we notice, some just pass by. While some people will inspire you, some will break you apart and make you lose faith in the word called life. Some will make you live life while some will make your life feel worthless. But life is when we survive all these people and the incidences and still continue to trust and have faith.

They met on a hazy afternoon of February. The conversation was easy and they talked for some time discussing their likes, dislikes, ups and downs and fears for the future. Though they seemed different from the outside they had a lot of things in common and by the end of their conversation they were aware of this. The two hours while they chatted just flew by and they decided to continue to talk the next day with the hopes of finding a new friendship in their life.

Two years went in a jiffy and they were still good friends. They were comfortable in each others life as long distance friends who were available when the other needed a ear to hear the concerns and help in the various transactions of life. This was the beginning of their story and as every story has a middle and an end they were also supposed to complete their life journeys.

They never thought of moving forward or lessening the physical distance between them. When one of them got involved in a relationship the other kept fair distance. Things never seemed to work out and when one of them would end broken the other supported by providing a virtual shoulder and gracefully pointed out the pros of not being in the relationship.

One fine day they thought of exchanging their numbers. The idea of hearing each others voices for the first time in their three years of friendship excited both of them. Starting from hilarious incidences they already knew to the habits they wanted to know they talked for the whole night for the first time. The next whole week went in a jiffy and they continued to talk for hours on the verge of being labeled as insomniacs by their friends. The distance between them was a long bridge which they were shortening day by day but still considered that they had a long way to go before they can meet up.

They knew they were perfect for each other. Both of them were broken but aren't most people in this world are? The important point was that they still wanted to be in each others life after five years of long distance friendship turned relationship. One fine day they decided to meet. It was easier said than done. They wanted this to be perfect like their love for each other. They decided on a date which was a month later. They would both meet in a new city, in a new country to start a new phase of their lives. She dreamt of being in his arms and kissing him on his lips. He dreamt of hugging her tight and kissing all her worries away. Yes, it would be a perfect start to a new life.

The date they decided on to meet was the day when they had both first entered into each others life. It was the day when they had both written hello and taken the first step of their friendship. He reached a day earlier in the city and booked a room for their stay. He knew she loved the sea and so he had chosen a beautiful sea faced room in a hotel in the quiet area of the city. The sea touched the sands and erased all the previous lines leaving a blank slate. His love and commitment would also help them to start a new life. He silently promised himself to fill her every living moment with all the happiness in this world.

In the afternoon he left for the airport with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He was dressed in her favorite colored shirt and plain khaki trousers. He looked like a child filled with excitement and determination enough to conquer the world.

As soon as he entered the airport international arrivals he shivered as the cold wind touched his face. Something was amiss. Every face was sad and eyes filled with fear. The announcements were loud and their were a lot of cops calming the crowd gathered on the gates. He pushed hard and went to the front of the crowd. His chest touched the hard railing and the cold steel made him take a step back. Still he kept his feet fixed and with all force shouted the flight number. The cop in the front tried to make him calm and started explaining the situation. The flight was missing. No one knew where in the world it was. The situation was getting worse with each passing minute but with all the technology at their disposal the flight was still missing from the morning. The authorities had no clue about any thing. The breath left his lungs. He was pushed back into the crowd and then pushed to the end. His vision got blurred. The frantic cries of all the relatives were deafening. He sat on the floor as his feet no longer seemed strong enough to hold him. The time had stopped for him. For the next 48 hours he just sat at the airport with prayers on his lips and hope to see her in his eyes. He had lost his appetite and water no longer seemed to keep him alive. The flight was branded as missing but their were strong reports of it getting crashed in the ocean. No survivors were expected.

After 5 days he returned back to the hotel room that he had paid before for a full week. He had lost the will to speak. When the cab driver asked him about his destination he just showed the hotel card that was still in his pocket. As he entered the room the sound of waves crashing seemed like laughter. The calm sea which was soothing him some days back now seemed a cruel reminder of all that he has love and lost.

Monday, 14 April 2014

Life Quotes

I love reading and whenever I read a story there are some lines which always make me read them twice. They are the mirrors to the authors heart and his/her life journey. From now onwards, I would be sharing all those life lessons on this page. Hope they inspire you all in the same way they do me :)

"Do you know what's scarier than taking a risk and losing? Regret, Joss. Regret does awful things to a person."
----------On Dublin Street, Samantha Young

"Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but they could come too late."
----------Easy, Tammara Webber

You have to teach your heart and mind how to sing together... then you'll hear the sound of your soul.
----------Sweet Thing, Renee Carolina

Saturday, 25 May 2013

The Escape...

The answer was clear to had been clear from sometime but she was afraid. She knew what was in store but she never thought that her life would change forever after that. If someone else would have heard her story they would have told exactly what was about to happen but being a Sagittarius had its pros and cons. She kept everything to herself.

For months she had remained as calm and composed as she could possibly be. She had planned every second because she knew that the final moment would arrive eventually. After months of crying and cursing the almighty she had decided to take things in her own hand. She never lost faith in herself. She knew she could do it but somehow the plan couldn't take a shape in her mind.

The day when she saw that mouse for the first time in her life she squealed with joy. This was the ray of hope she had been waiting for so long. The plan was final in her mind and she didn't lose even a second to start working on it.

The cut on her forehead throbbed due to head rush as she tried to stand up. She sat again. With all the strength left in her she stood up again quietly. The drugs made her lousy but she had been clever enough to not gulp them. She kept them in her mouth and then spit them as soon as she got alone.

This was the day she had waited for so long. She had been counting days and hours and seconds and now the time has come. It was her only chance to escape the dreadful fate she had encountered 2 years 4 months 15 days 12 hours ago. She had never stopped counting.

With all her might she tried her best to push aside the cupboard. She was weaker today but the thought of escaping was enough to give her strength. As the cupboard slid aside the hole in the wall was visible. She had been literally scratching the wall from last 2 months. Every day she scrapped as much concrete as she could. She knew this was her route to leave the room and live her life again. She would be free. She smiled victoriously as she saw the hole. It was enough for her to wriggle through it. It was the last bit of brick that she would be digging through today. She knew this because she could see light peeping through tiny holes...this was the light of hope. She started working. For the next one hour she dug without stopping even for a second. The light was getting brighter and brighter and her excitement knew no bounds.

When the last bit of brick was gone she wriggled her head out and started pushing herself out of the hole. She was about to make history she thought. The air was clean and the light filled her with warmth. She would run for her life as soon as she could get out. She would run for help.

As she wriggled her shoulders out there was a shout from her left side.

Before she could react she heard loud bells all around her. She panicked and started moving fast. She had to get out and run as fast as she could to save herself. This was her only chance. She heard footsteps around her but she couldn't see anyone clearly. She had very less time in hand. She just had to get out and run fast.

As she was halfway out...she could see people approaching towards her. She shouted at the top of her voice to leave her. She pushed and they pulled her out. She struggled to run but there were too many hands grabbing her. She started to kick with all her strength. She was not strong enough.

Suddenly she felt stabbing pain on her left shoulder. She looked by her side but couldn't make out anything. There was a lot of commotion....lots of voices as she drifted slowly to sleep.

The nurses lifted her up and laid her on the stretcher near them. She looked serene while sleeping. The doctor has ordered to keep her in isolated cell for few weeks. She would be given another round of shock therapy.

She was admitted 4 months back. At 20 years, she was one of the youngest patients in the institution. Married at the age of 18, her parents never would have imagined that their beautiful daughter would suffer from such severe trauma. For two years she tried her best to escape from the tortures of her in-laws and husband. Her parents knew everything but ignored the warning signs as they never wanted the stamp of divorce on their daughter's life. She trusted them and hid her bruises from the world. When the atrocities grew she tried escaping but was caught, beaten ruthlessly and she never saw the day light for months after that.

She never knew she would now always remain captured in those memories. Her plan to escape had failed.

This story is written for Colgate Total Contest at

Sunday, 16 September 2012

Date a girl who reads

An interesting read for every parched soul....

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or if she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
Rosemarie Urquico

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Aaghaaz, the fresh start

As she entered silently, all eyes turned towards her. The silence was marked by the melodious rhythm of her payal and bangles. She was oblivious of the people around her. As she reached near her destination her eyes automatically met his. The smile that danced on her face at that moment was incredible. All the anxiety and tiredness vanished instantly. To answer her smile, he just put forward his hand and held hers’ tight, silently promising of never leaving, ever.

She had dreamt about this moment so many times that now it seemed like déjà vu. As the chants started, the incidents from the last 7 years flashed before her eyes. The ups and downs, the happy and sad everything seemed to fit in its place now.

She has changed in all these years and so has he.

What mattered was that they had lived through everything and were still together. Past was gone for good. There present and future were now together. A new life was starting.

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

What to do?

when you feel happy and sad at the same time....

when you want to laugh hard but end up crying silently...

when you don't know what to say still, want to talk ...

when you don't know the reasons of your slow heart beat...

when people value money more than relationships...

when you say something but mean something else....

when you fight most with the person you love....

when you want to share your feelings but feel cold....

when someone sees through your mask....

when you have a destination but it feels the best to wander in the wild....

when you don't want a dream to change into reality....

when you want to take a leap but are afraid of letting go of present...

when you have desire but no fire....

when you know that you don't want to change but still you think you should...

when you miss the warm hug of someone who is a thousand miles away...

when you start questioning your existence.

Saturday, 11 August 2012

Rain rain....

After the scorching heat of summer the eagerly awaited rains are always refreshing. The smell of damp earth, the greener leaves and the clear atmosphere fills everyone with joy and peace. You may be in any kind of mood the rain drops will always make you change into a child. And in no time you will get soaked in the pouring rain, laughing at your own juvenile self.

It is the time of the year when the potholes no longer bother you because you realize that without the rain, there would be no rainbow.