Summer...

       

09 years old, when we children are supposed to learn the words of life and enjoyment then this guy Karan was learning the word Love and expressing things like emotion, euphoria and depression.

Summer, 1998.
Karan had his school off for 40 long days, so he planned to visit his grand Parents in Shimla. Boarding  train to Shimla from Delhi was no big deal, but for a child of age 09 is not just difficult but impossible. His parents went through a heated argument to decide who will escort him to Shimla. Ultimately his father has to bow down in front of the women of his life. Mind My words Women of his life.

With grandfather to whom Karan referred as Da, Karan was having the best days of his life.
He made Karan hear his stories richly enriched with his experience of 72 years on this omnibus planet. At night he made Karan learn lullaby and sleep tight. He learnt computers and played video games whole day trying to break his Da’s records.

One fortunate/unfortunate day he came across the darling of the colony they lived in.  She was mesmerizingly cute and gorgeously beautiful. They became friends at a mutual birthday party. Soon they started playing together. From morning to evening now it was an incessant endeavour Karan craving for Nikki (the gorgeous girl) but she hardly craved for him in the manner he did because she was a girl and we all know how girls are.

Truth- We think girls are deep when it comes to Love and Relationships but the truth is they are LAZY.

Karan and Nikki, everyone was under their spell. They became the darling of the colony, every uncle brought chocolates for them and every Aunty (Including Anu Aunty) baked cookies especially for them with lots of Raisins.
Karan saved every single piece of chocolate for his dream girl Nikki for the day any uncle forgets to bring one for her.

One very especial day they both sat in park on bench all strained and stressed. Suddenly with a low voice “Nikki asked Karan Hum Dono Bf-Gf hain??”

Karan sternly “NO”...

Nikki sadly “kyun”?

Karan with excitement Kyunki Ladkiyon K Bhot Nakhre Hote Hain, Mujhe Ye Chahie, Mujhe woh Chahie, Jamta Nai Hai...
Nikki in low voice “But Mujhe To Sirf Ek Mc-Aloo Tikki Chahie”...
Karan with a naughty voice “Aisa Kya”?

Nikki firmly signalled Yes.

Karan scrutinising his pocket, nodded with “To Phir Thik Hain”, and they had their first date at the “M Loving It” space.
After ward the days became beautiful, and weather of Shimla added Smell of Love and Air of Companionship.

Nikki and Karan both went to his grandparents hand in hand and confessed their love and requested permission for marriage but Da and other people laughed it out like their’s everyday stupidity.

Karan was sad about “Not being taken seriously”, but to Nikki it hardly mattered.

40 days of badminton, chocolates, Mc-Aloo and loads of play went blazingly fast.

It was the time for karan’s departure from shimla, as he already missed few days of school after the sabbatical days.

The night before the day of leaving; Karan cried whole night and before sleeping he wrote something and kept it in the lovely box (they made together while playing the roles of carpenter) with other cute little things for his First Love Nikki.

Handing over the box to Da, Karan explained everything in soft voice with profound emotions.

Nikki came screaming Karan, Karan and found that he is gone but smile took over her sadness when she learnt about the box he left behind. With no effort she pealed the wrapped cover of the box once they made together, and found cute little things with a spiel in it.

Nikki, this is the time,

When I’ll not lie.

By the time you’ll read this,

I must have left and reached.

But you don’t cry;

Distance keeps the flavor in love and life.

In the next Summer;

We’ll be together,

To play the poker.

You’ll be again my princess,

And i’ll be your chauffer.

I promise next time,

I’ll be more grown and mature,

And hope you be the same,

Serene and Pure.

In the mid-time enjoy,

The Chocolate and The Pie.

She was excited, she thought of him and then her gaze got fixed on the chocolate and no girl at the age of 8 will consider Love over Chocolate.

And The Rest Is History...

New Year Is Not New...

New year is already here and all are joyous because of the new year and the new date.

 To me the new found happiness is DSLR camera; to my girlfriend it’s the but obvious good result of her first semester and alike so many people so many reasons of happiness.

But, all are not happy as New year is not New for everyone, for few engineering students going 2012 gave few Re-appears and for worst to some 2012 gave even Backlogs. For commerce students breakup followed as they drank too much and kissed random girl in front of their girlfriend.  Still, backlogs and breakups can be cleared by little effort in respective arena’s but what about the one who lost his 11 year old son due to chilly wind on blazing 31^st night.???

1^st January 2013…

With the new found machine me and my elite full brother went for capturing scenes and creating portraits with mere thing in mind to improve with machine by focusing on object with ISO in background. Walking the side of Holy River we traced reflected lights from many objects on screen with help of the CMOS censor.

But given the world is omnibus and has a blotch of sadness and poverty spread all over, we saw a site of total euphemism, which according to government is Extinct:- “Lack Of Necessity…”

A family made us peer at their torn life and astonished belief.

They sat altogether and cried leaning over the dead body of their 11 year old son. The scene was wicked. We two boys tarried on the street corner discussing the nausea condition we felt. Going to the people around we learnt the lousy reason behind the death and it was the same Illicit Vow of government and local representatives of the government.

He died because of lack of necessity, He died of cold on the last night of 2012 (Apocalypse).

New Year Is Not New For Everyone…

You crying because you weren’t able to celebrate on 31^st, because you missed the show of Dabang 2 on 1^st January, but who will care for the withered society and who will pay for the Fiasco’s of government.

We two boys thought of asking papa to help the family with blanket and warm clothes but it seemed Sham to us for helping them now when they have already lost everything they had and if we went with helping hand then we may have to face dastard move of them(We were scared…) but the care was still their in our mind and we made sure papa must provide a helping hand to someone in need and save from such an Apocalypse (the new word for destruction…)

New Year Is A Time To Do Something New And Do Something New And Do Something Good Because We Live In A Society Made By Us…

 Photo credit:- Life In A Moment...

The Accompanist...32nd post...:)

Every day I go there and sit;

Every day I go there and play;

Every day I go there and revisit my life;

Every day I create moments there;

And every day there I die…

                                                   --From the diary of an Accompanist…

Every beautiful morning he woke up with melodies in mind and memories in heart; pre-requisite for delivering best of music… (melody dipped in emotion…)

He was a man. He used to carry his six string instrument; people called him musician; his employer called him worker; but he was an Accompanist. He accompanied everyone who so ever came to the motel where he worked. The motel with 6 tables, 12 chairs and a big rotating chandelier spreading light from its tiny holes…

He played music there from 3 in evening to 1 in morning. He played songs from his lovely childhood and he played music from his faded youth… In Motel under the rotating chandelier he saw many relations break and new form. He played accordingly (he was an accompanist and he accompanied everyone…) he played for happy kids and he played for abrasive drunkard…

The day he was born his father said “A great Musician is born…”. His brought up was apparent to the statement… He travelled and learnt music; he travelled through hills, plateaus and forests to learn the Music of Nature…

When he used to perform; there used to be a gang of girls in red, blue, green, purple and in orange tops sitting with crossed legs; cheering and chanting his name…

But he was not born to entertain girls on stage and collect cheque backstage …

He was born for touching lives and inspiring minds with his music…

He inspired many minds to travel and learn music. His music made people fall in love with each other and his music made many a moment beautiful…

And then there came a day,

He woke up with melodies in mind, memories in heart and frenzy in eyes…

That day again he played from 3 in evening to 1 in morning; he played the best music of his life; he played the softest and the toughest note with ease; he played it loud and he played it slow; he sang it louder and expressed even more ecstatically…

At last he stood and said:-
                             “Life Is A Music Play It Loud…”

And collapsed…

Someone from the crowd said “A Great Musician Died Today…”

She Shouts...31st Post...

In front she stands with a marker and a duster;

Spewing something about templates;

She shouts “waking me up from an inevitable nap”….She shouts…

She enters in class “no one stands” she shouts…

She shouts whenever her words go un-heard in a long long time…

“We laugh when she fails” and she shouts…

She interrogates and shouts as no one co-operates…

She shouts every time we whisper;

Every time we are Numb, she shouts…

She shouts in agony whenever we embrace friendship,

She shouts showing her abhorrence towards frenzy classroom stint…

She shouts feigning but we remain nonchalant,

 given we know “this moment is Fleet and soon will be treasured memories”…

Dedicated to all Students who enjoy their Classroom and To all Faculties who stand with a Duster and a Marker…

My Inner Conflict By Shreyash Jhunjhunwala...

I try to be sensible and logical. When I come to think of it, I can effortlessly conclude that I am on the lighter side of the scale; that what has transpired was not supposed to happen; that things would have been better off had this not happened.

However, once I am under the "influence", I tend to think on different lines. Is this what Life is about? Is it fair to make a compromise so grave that it undermines the very existence of emotions? Isn't it true that the heart is independent of the overly influential human mind; that it has a mind of his own which is free from any prejudices and biases that weigh down heavily on the human mind; that the sentiments it creates are truly pure and untainted; that what the heart professes is the truth after it has been sieved and purified of the evil notions and convictions of the mind.

If that be the truth then what should be favoured in case a conflict arises? Should we side with our rational mind because of its inferential ability? But isn't it true that the truest beliefs are those formulated by the heart? Ironically, following the heart has its own share of problems. What is going with the heart entails a breach of trust? What is the union of two hearts pushes a third one into immediate agony and perpetual hatred? What if this fulfilment does not go down well with everybody around?

And then there arises another dilemma. Is it not better to struggle with the truth than flow along in a river of lies? If history of mankind teaches us anything, it is that the truth is the ultimate victor. If you stick to it in the very beginning, you shall be exempted of any untoward consequences that might arise eventually. A heart-break is one tough wound to heal. However, living with a lifelong heartache is the most inhuman ordeal to bear.

 

Then they say that time can heal anything. They emphasize the importance of giving time a little time. But even a little time is a hell lot of a time!

  Don't you believe that time can heal only on the surface?

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As, I Dont Want To Be Tough With People I Admire...

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He Is Perfect...29th Post...

That One Guy Is The Right Guy Who Senses It From Your Voice Or Text “That Something Is Wrong” And Supports You In Every Bad Time…Ironically, He Is Never There When You Are Happy Because He Is Busy With The Friends Who Need Him…
With So Many Of Good Friends Around He Is still Alone And Single…You Know Why …???Because “He Is Perfect And Ordinary People Deserves His Mere Support Not Full Him…”

One Day He Will Have The Best Of Everything And The People Around Will Banter “Lucky bastard”…

But The Truth Is He Has Earned It…

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Tamed Disease...28th post...

You Say Am A Pestilence,

I Say I Am Nausea…

Call Me Expletive,

But Am A Blotch…

Not Diaspora,

But A Country Men …

Never Born, But Tamed…

Reason Not Illicit, But Ignorance…

Not Really Obnoxious But Harmful As Lethal…

I Am Not Rich, Am Poor…

I Don’t Have A Voice, But I Have A Cry…

You Can Ignore Me But Can’t Grow Simultaneously,

Because My Roots Were Sown With Intensity…

I Wait For A Wave, To Free The Slave…

I Wait For A Morning; Poor Will Wake Up Yawning…

I Wait For A Day; Rivers Will Flow Silently, Sun Will Shine Brightly And

POOR WILL WALK PROUDLY…