Stranger

It was very dark around; I could not make out the time. I could see no one around me. I was walking alone. There was a lot going on through my mind but I could not make out what. A part inside me wanted to burst out. I could feel my skin expanding and exploding to form a bare individual. This was not the case yesterday.
Who was this stranger that I felt inside me. All I could feel was rage coming inside me. This had never happened before.

It was just a few hours ago, broad day light we were at the intersection we had just walked a few blocks to get some fresh air. Just as we were about to cross the road, a stranger approached towards me. A few seconds later all I could make out was the sound of tyre screeching. My friend on the ground with blood around. That’s all I could remember...

And I could do nothing about it. The driver had escaped being a teenager driving with unknown speeds. I was now a stranger to myself. I was just a stranger in the night without my friend.

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FREE HAIRCUT

FREE! The word that women love; okay let’s say we like it sometimes especially when they are attached to electronic gadgets and gizmos. Don’t we like it when we go to purchase a thing and instead come back home with totally worthless no of things...  (: P)

Free-dom people anything can happen. Especially when the free word combines with India and if to add women to the equation then...

INDEPENDECE DAY today and freedom struggle tomorrow... well most of us will be protesting tomorrow right!

What is freedom? Lets Google it and find out. Well nothing gets started without Google (here I declare there is god its GOOGLE [: D]) so Google search page gives us a hint, that the word freedom means free from almost everything, slavery, others power hold, work... a lots different for different reasons.

But People God does play jokes on us (read GOOGLE) ahh let me explain. FREEDOM in India is just a little redefined to suit certain elected candidates. (And yes we choose them)

Such people have the freedom to curb the law according to their needs. But don’t you worry they only intend to loot you with a big smile on their faces. They won’t harm you until you keep quiet. The day you complain you’re doomed. Ohh no no it’s not power or force it’s just free freedom.

Now if you think it’s your freedom to protest. You’re wrong. They will put you behind bars. And trust me people theses bars won’t have any bottles to serve you. Enough of freedom I guess. We should get free of it.

Do you ever feel that you are free? No burden .no pressure. Just you. As you are. No thoughts. No inner voice. Just plain you trapped   in your body.

Being a child you are never free to exercise your powers body and senses. The moment you are about to something extreme, climb a staircase, touch the burning lamp, eat some chillies. (That’s extreme when you are a child!) ta da! Parents come in between. As if they know better... I recall a comic strip in which a lil boy asks his father”DAD, HOW DO SOLDIERS KILLING EACH OTHER SOLVE THE WORLDS PROBLEM! His father is shocked; he can’t make up his mind on what to say. When this lil boy gets no answer he walks away saying ”I THINK THE GROWN UPS JUST ACT AS IF THEY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING”[FROM CALVIN AND HOBBES]

So we are never free from the pressures. Social, Parents, Teachers. Get good marks, get good job, and get good salary. Everything good then. Otherwise go to hell loser.

Oh it’s easier said than done, do they realise it. Money. A practical EVIL MONSTER created by us. With no superhero against it. It was created for better running of society. But in due course it has turned severely complicated.

Have you felt the power of freedom? Freedom from this world of materials. Have you ever felt that your senses are the only things in this world? You and just your body, the feeling that you are alone, but it never scares you.

The heart beating out of bounds yet there is nothing scary but just beauty around you. The feeling when there is no sound yet you hear, sounds that were unheard, and this too not scary.

Now some of you might say I have gone insane and be taken to hospital the special one off course but that’s what am talking about being insane. So let me ask you

ARE YOU FREE?

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The Other Day

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The minute hand was slowly approaching 12 and the hour hand was just exactly where it was supposed to be all through this day, at 8. I got up from my cubicle and to my surprise the hustle and bustle to the end of the day had already started. And just an hour ago, it seemed no one is there. All submerged into their work. Racing against time to complete work today.

But all this sudden change had to mean something right! Yeah! It meant we were having the long awaited holidays from this pile of office work. Quite unusual for an office to remain close for a full 5 days. And to top it all we had no research to carry forward to my holidays.

Normally people won’t find the excitement behind this happiness in the environment but let me tell you, working in this particular office was no less than working in hell. But as like everyone I could not resist to accept the bucket full of money they were paying me.

Calm and relaxed that how I felt sitting on the couch in my house. But I must have thought that a little bit loud as “Let’s go out to some random place and spend the holidays... ”, she said, before I could enjoy the glass of water that was offered to me.

“Ahh! Why not!” I said, just so as not to lose the just found and restored calmness in my mind. Because you know how wife can be, right! They can never take a no straight away. It has to be induced in their mind by inception I guess. They have this wonderful mechanism of not accepting the facts present and creating non existing facts. So to keep the existing calm I said yes...

But let me warn you, never ever underestimate your wife. “Okay we are leaving in an hour then. I have packed our bags and we are ready to go as soon as you say you are ready.” She said super excited.

Damn! Now where did that card come from? Let me guess, it was not a part of the deck. I was planning to play... I had lost with just one turn. No that was not just possible. But it was happening all right!

Now I had to say something that was supposed to take the calmness away from me. But that was my last chance.”Why don’t we plan, first and then go with it. It would be better if we do that. Don’t you think so? see am not saying no, it is just that we should plan to avoid inconvenience an”. I played that card just to buy me some time. And I hoped it to work otherwise I had no choice left but to just go with it...

“Yeah! Right you never said no, it’s just that you need time to decline the idea of going. You would take time in planning, and when that’s finally done we will be left with no time to go. Yeah, You are right! “, she said all furious.

Oh Man! I was surely loosing this...”Okay just give me a few minutes will you?”

You take you own time, said the voice as the door slammed shut behind her. I had surely lost this.

And here I was in some location unknown. Okay I knew it but could never spell it. But we had got here after long hours of sorry and we must leave right now pleading...

And to my surprise the place was amazingly beautiful. We were near a cliff with not more than a few houses and few hotels around. Trees and plants filling every possible place with green. And the flowers providing the occasionally needed disturbance in the green. The air around was so fresh and pure we could easily smell the flowers spreading the magic in the air. Just as I was talking smaller steps towards the cliff edge, I realised I was in heaven. The sea in front of me was just emerging.

And that was it. I was in heaven. And the peace and calmness in my head returned just like the other day...

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JOURNEY

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Life is a journey. It’s not where you travel to. It’s the route you take for your journey. Life is a climb. It’s not about the view from the top. It’s about the things you learn during the climb.

Is journey displacing yourself from one place to another? For that we may have a word Travel. But then what is journey.

Mostly people tend to travel through their life to reach a particular aim, destiny, destination, even designation. And do we need to talk of the route. It’s the same one, everyone takes... But what we need to do is to take a journey to that place that aim and that destination.

You may reach your destination, while travelling but what have you gained with it! Let us take an unplanned journey into Life. Why do we need to have a planned travelogue? Why does one require seeing himself 10, 20, 40 years ahead of time?

Let us for a moment think about the unplanned journey we took before. It may be about giving way to the bike till the petrol went dry. Some about the unheard places. Some about strangers turned friends.

Have you ever reached a place and asked the local the name of the place. It’s always so fun so amazing a thing to do. Might be even better a feeling than of India winning the world cup.

But jokes apart. Everything seems so much fun then why do people want you to travel and not take journey.

Maybe we have a very good reason behind it. What I say, might have been a huge mistake in the past and hence such thinking ceased to come forward in time. Maybe or maybe not.

Wish I Had Wings

But at this moment, I don’t want to know if am right or wrong or even the past. I don’t. I don’t need a plan. I don’t want to travel. I need to fly, and I need to fly high...

Take my own leap into the clouds and disappear into them going distances only to reach a place unheard, unseen. A place only imagined. Whatever it maybe. But I need to fly...

LIFE IS A JOURNEY, NOT SOME TRAVELOGUE...

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THE MYSTERY

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     When we were born, different colors were a mystery, different sounds were mystery… when we slowly figured out these things… people around started to be a mystery… when we figured out that people around us are mom and dad… we were forcefully placed in a greater mystery… a place full of mysterious people and this time without mom and dad… as we slowly started unfolding our school… we were pushed towards another mystery ‘books’…  well some got hang of it, some excelled and some like me never got it. As we grew up, the world around us started opening up… parents, relatives, neighbors, city, shops, chocolates and many more… Every mystery revealed to us at the right time!!

   

  All along this journey, we were slowly being introduced to mysterious world of emotions… love, hate, happiness, sorrow, grief.  When we were in our youths we experienced max. emotions, coz that’s when we were open to everything. No matter what we are then… love, betrayal, hatred, and what not… we also started understanding relationships then…

     We again grew up, started understanding responsibilities, our family, our kids, their mysteries… and then one day back to childhood, well back to being a child, only with an older body…
 

And thinking back… life is a mystery, don’t try too hard to solve it… maybe mysteries are meant to be enjoyed by their way and not by solving them… “HAPPY MYSTERIES!!!”

 

“ LIFE IS A MYSTERY JUST LIVE ALONG!!! ”

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Celebrations

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...The fan on the roof was spinning with a strange sound. i was in a small room. Everything appeared to be white around. the room had this queer smell, like a lot of chemicals were being mixed together. This smell was making me sick. But i could easily shift my concentration from the smell as a new high amount pain rushed to my neck and vanished. It was as if someone had pricked me with several needles at once. Now again taking in that smell i wondered what woke me up. the smell, the sound or the pain. before anything could strike my mind. I felt dizziness griping me.I felt weak and gone, everything around me was black. I could not move my eyelids...

...There I was driving on the road with some insane speed. The thoughts of my new record hrs on the MiG were still ringing in my mind. I was very happy. And out of nowhere something weird happened. I heard a loud sound. And the next moment i lost control over the bike. my bike was shaking uncontrollably. And again the loud sound. The feeling of flying, the strike on the neck and complete numbness … 

...Again I was in my white room, now i could easily see the bandages over my body.  But I could not feel them. Dint knew how many doses of medicine my body had taken. I dint know for how many months was I in that condition...

...It was two years since my accident on the road. I could not say I was in better shape now. Because I was not, I had lost both my legs forever. Now the wheelchair would be my companion forever. My dream of flying and fighting for my country, all now a distant memory. I had lost everything. My  family years ago. My  friends. My confidence.  My dream. My life.  I had nothing left except death...but I knew I had to fight…

...It was a year since my discharge from the hospital. It was toughest year of my life. Never did I have to depend upon anyone for my living. But that had changed drastically over the year. But I learnt a lot from that trying year. At the beginning giving up seemed the best thing to do. But now everything seemed different. I was enjoying my second life. I had found my passion for writing. Now I could sit and write and relax through it. I had been given a chance to live again...

...Now I knew. Sometimes we never have an option, you just have to let go. And let be found by life. Its not how you take events and situations in life. What matters is how you celebrate life, no matter in what form...

…CELEBRATE LIFE...

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The Halt

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There I was leaning onto one of the columns on which, stood the enormous structure. Which basically had a big roof with some added rooms underneath and few raised platforms. Just then I heard a loud voice Speaking above me. The Voice was coming from the Big Speakers fastened to the column. This seemed to amuse the nearby children, how happy they were to be at such a place. The excitement, eagerness was

Easily visible due to the glow on their faces. Watching them I went back in history, the first time I came to a railway station. It was so much fun. It was amazing a feeling to notice the pictures in your textbook to

Come alive... as I was just beginning to drift away in memories, the loud voice erupted again. She was with news; the voice just informed us that the train I was to board was running 30 minutes late.

An unexpected halt at the station, great I thought. Let’s find a place to sit, I thought. There was an empty bench nearby. I thanked god this station was not overcrowded with people. Finding my way through the kids  Who had started playing around by now, I reached the bench. There I sat alone, a lonely soul as always looking lost in thoughts. So lost that a normal person would certainly declare me a fool. Lost deep in thoughts I  Felt something vibrating on my body. Only to find the Cell phone vibrating. Cell phones are just nuisance sometimes, I thought. But had to take that call was from my best friend.

''Okay. When I have the answer to your question I will definitely let you know hey don’t you worry. Everything will be fine. It’s just a hard time it will pass by.  . Take care. It will be fine..." saying this I hung up the Phone. I was clueless about what the answer to her question was. I was not sure even what the question was. But one thing was for sure, I had to find an answer to her question. It was the least I could do to help her  Out of this painful situation.

Thinking about the situation she was in. One way she had the past. It was a perfect relationship. Everyone said they were made for each other. But somewhere in the middle of the perfect relationship things started

Going wayward. Slowly it went out of hand and sadly they separated. This Past had always came back to haunt her. Even years after, she still shivered on thoughts from the pasts...And On the other hand was her

Future. But the future showed her no promise. She still had some glimpses of past with her so the future never looked a good prospect. Everything was misplaced. It was an unsolved Jigsaw puzzle. But it had to turn  Good at the end. But where the hell was this good end...

I was feeling numb. She had asked me to help her select a way. But I felt both ways were the same, they dint have that happy ending everyone looked for. Glancing around, I saw a train coming. It was moving very

Slowly. Then it came to a halt. People got down from it and left. But the train dint move again. I was staring at it. And a sudden joy gripped me; I had found the answer...

She was at a station in her Life. She just had to ensure she took a good halt before moving on. She just had to ensure that she doesn’t take a bad decision  only just to move on...LIFE would certainly move on but she had  To make sure she was moving onto the right path... I was just about to call her for the answer, but my train had arrived. It seemed my halt was over and it was time for me to move on...Hoping to take the right  Train in my life I hopped on...

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Goodbye

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Goodbye a word which must be hated by the lovers, a word loved by the students,a word feared by the employees, word which appears evil monster for children. Lovers tend to curse time, students taste freedom again when the teachers bid goodbye after the last lecture. Small children begin to cry if someone bids a goodbye to them. Such are the colours of goodbye...

There are many instances in life when we knowingly say goodbye to people, things. When we leave college or some random hangout place, we say goodbye to friends knowing that we will meet them the next day or someday. But sometimes goodbye is used unknowingly or lets just say goodbye happens...HOW ?

Do you remember the last time you rubbed the thermocol piece on a rough wall and enjoyed watching the snowballs out of it. Do you remember the last time you heard a bed time story from your mom. Do you remember the last time you had food fed to you by your mothers own hand. these and many more happen to be memories, habits of our childhood. But even we wont be able to say when we unknowingly said goodbye to these sweet habits.

No one knows when we do a things like that for the last time, when we are unknowingly saying goodbye to some thing we loved. the same happens with people. So what can we do about it ? Well i say enjoy everything you do as if you are doing it for the last time. we never know when someday life says GOODBYE to us unknowingly...

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Me An Idiot For You - (Blog-a-ton 6)

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Bang ! Closed the door behind me. the sound echoed for a moment and then came the long stretched silence,with only the clock making its presence aware showed 23:30.  I could not move, stuck to the same place as a statue..trying to find a way to move i started looking in my room, an inspiration from somewhere maybe could have helped me, but that was not case. my eyes located a brand new diary lying on the table it said year 2010...and i recalled it was 1st jan 2010.finally after staring at it for unknown moments i decided to write down the argument i just had with the family.usually i found writing the best way to put away the frustration.

While walking towards the table I started thinking when was the last time the same thing

happened with me and it occurred that it was just a few days back so this thing was working for only a few days. what was the use of it then i wondered it was just useless. i was sure the diary for the year 2009  was filled with similar moments hundreds of them so this was heading nowhere. i could not take this anymore. "you are useless, you don't deserve to stay in this house,and who is going to accept you like this outside, its better you end up your life. i would be glad if you do that" the words by my dad still hurting and what was my mistake, who was going to explain them that i was trying more than my best to cope up with the science field i had taken. i even tried to explain then i was better in other fields after i had failed my HSC last year. But now i could not take it anymore..I followed it up to find no other way Out...

The next day his dad was standing at a corner with the new diary just then a tear rolled up his cheek and fell on the new scribbled page...it said Sorry DAD MOM, you left me with no other choice i decide to 'END MY LIFE...'   

Hope Parents do understand that children do try their best too during their exams everyone cannot top every other field...let them follow and excel in what they like...

FOLLOW YOUR HEART PLEASE ANYHOW...AND ENDING YOUR LIFE IS NOT THE WAY FOR SURE...LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE YOUR OWN WAY...

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All in a Day's Work

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Its hurting...and its insane...
But with what did it begin...

A lot of things happened with me today. A lot of things from the past did reveal themselves back today. I think there was some exhibition of the past memories of mine, but why did this happen...and that too today.
With all those memories flying around flashbacks started somewhere and it ended somewhere and in all this mess something did hurt me.
Where did this hurting start from...Did it 'from the betrayal of the friend whom i helped from all my heart.' or did it come 'from the pain of the friend i shared in the past reveal itself again.' or 'the pain of something yet to come..'or 'the pain of some natural expectations i had from someone' or 'did it began from somewhere new..' Where did this pain come from. Why had this had to happen today in this carnival of past memories. Why cant that one coward memory present itself as single one. Then I will let that memory know who is stronger. Hurting me in the back with a disguised appearance. Well friend you might have won the round but the fight is still on and the day i find you alone it will be a happy end to the poor memory...

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P.S- This is An Extract From My Dairy...Sorry it does not contain details...maybe the post wont qualify for the TON...But Still I Had to Post This...SORRY...

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If I were a baby again

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My cute little sister comes running into my room and hurriedly tries to go online through my PC, but the net appears to be down she asks me what should she do...and i just out of curiosity ask her

"Would you like to  be a baby again"...and she says "yeah why not i would love to be a baby again..." and i ask her, "why ???" she says, "Just coz i miss writing those alphabets, however inverted or scary they might have looked but i still like to write them ..i miss them.."and before i could ask her anything more she started writing stuff on the notepad..Which i read after wards and it said...(her own words)

"""I know once we have became big we think that I must become a small child once again , I too think like this. To share my thoughts with you about this i am here.

          When i was small I was studying in mahatma school of academics & sports. I was crying everyday for a chocolate , if my mother won't buy it , I used to tell her if you wont give me a chocolate , I will not go to school , listening this she was suddenly buying a chocolate for me. But now this idea didn't work , my mother tells me first see your teeth's condition and then tell me i want a chocolate .

         I remember , when my mother was coming to pick me I was telling her to buy a   sparkle glass when she was giving that in my hand it was sliping from my hand and it broke downbut still everyday i used to buy one...now i cant....

        I was not completing my homework I was just playing and now if i dont complete my homework my mother goes on shouting complete your homework fast... now i miss writing that alphabets (which were offcourse written keeping in view the mirror and its reflection), numbers and all .

       At night i used to go in the garden of our building taking my favourite doll with me I was not sleeping untill I atleast went once in the garden....but now no time for that...

       Now I think if i will become small child once again I will not like to become big..."""

I thought about her words written above... they were all small little things, if we change one little thing in it the joy of childhood will vanish...the moment you decide to act more wisely, obediently ....you are thinking like a grown up and you are no longer a baby...so i would say..If i were a baby again i would change Nothing...and just Nothing from my childhood...    

  

      

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