Friday, August 22, 2014

Journey from Love to Happiness

 Aman: “Are you ever going to send this courier?”
Aarushi: “What courier?”
Aman: “This one”... He showed the envelope.
Aarushi: “From where did you get that?”
Aman: “From the same place where you have kept it...”
Aarushi: “Oh!” #she looked away; he could sense her feeling guilty, he walked towards her and hugged her#
Aman: “You don’t have to feel guilty about it. I have known about the envelope years back but never opened it, so relax.”
Aarushi: “I’m sorry Aman...”
Aman: “You don’t have to be baby. I’ve lived the best years of my life with you and I’m thankful that you have decided to spend the rest of your life with me.” #He kissed her fore-head#
Aarushi: “I think I’ve made the right decision, years back”, she giggled.
Aman: “Happy Anniversary!”
Aarushi: “Happy Anniversary!” #she kissed his cheeks#
Aman: “May I ask you something, if you don’t mind?”
Aarushi: “Yup!”
Aman: “Tell me the truth, how do you make world’s best maggi? What is the secret ingredient?”  #he chuckled#
Aarushi: “What??? You are so...”
Aman: “Sexy??”
Aarushi: “Good!” #she put her arms around him# “I thought you will ask about the envelope.”
Aman: “Honestly, I want to open it and read it, not to know what you wrote to him but to know how much you feel for him.”
Aarushi: “Why didn’t you open it then?”
Aman: “Because, it belongs to him and he should be the one reading it, not me. I already got something he can never have.” #he smiled#
Aarushi: “What?”
Aman: “You!” #he kissed her lips#
Aarushi: “Aman...” #speechless#
Aman: “You don’t have to say anything, not today or any other day. Only tell me one thing, why didn’t you send it to Hardik?”
Aarushi: “I did, but he wasn’t there to receive it and it came back to me. I didn’t want to tear it or resend it, so I kept it with me. And now I feel guilty. Will you be able to forgive me?”
Aman: “Forgiveness? I’m not here to judge you or ask you anything? I’m here to love you everyday; I’m here to create more memories to our happy life. I don’t do it because it’s a duty to love your partner; I do it because I know you deserve it.”
Aarushi: “Aman...”
Aman: “Rushi(he used to call her ‘rushi’), years back we both agreed that we won’t talk about Hardik and we didn’t, till today. I don’t want you to feel guilty about the envelope, nor am I going to blame you for loving him. Yes, I know you still love him and miss him, but honestly it doesn’t matter to me. Infact, it never did matter to me, nor it will ever bother me; because all that matter to me is ‘US’. I just wanted to know whether you ever tried to send this envelope or not.”
Aarushi: “I love him, Aman, I really do and I know it’s so wrong to love another man but I can’t stop this feeling. And with this truth, there comes one more truth, I’m so HAPPY with you Aman. I have never been so happier in my life, all these years I’ve laughed like I’ve never laughed before. I feel contented, I feel free. Everytime when I look at you, I thank God that you and I ended up with eachother. I thank Hardik for not loving me back, because if he would have loved me back then I couldn’t be as happy as I am now. I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
Aman: “No baby, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I’ve known about Hardik from the beginning and I’ve accepted it. Infact, thank God I’m not the guy you love, instead I’m the guy with whom you are happy. People say love is selfless, but people act selfish in love. People also say not to expect anything in love or one never complains when they are in love but they do demand or never stop complaining to eachother. But in case of being happy, you are already too happy to behave selfish or to demand or to complain. So instead of loving someone, I feel it’s important to find out that one person who can make you happy. I know what Hardik had lost and I’ve gained so if loving me gives me Hardik’s fortune than I’m better of not being loved. Before meeting you, I never had the chance to fall in love with anyone and when I met you I just couldn’t let you go. It was not that I was madly in love with you, but when we started dating I was happy; and then I realized that I was going to be happy thereafter. Every morning when I wake up, I see you smiling at me and offering me a cup of tea and I know I’m the reason behind your smile. I’m the lucky man. We might not be eachother’s epic love but definitely we are happier couple than the lovey-dovey ones’, so I would rather be happy than to be loved.”
Aarushi: “You always make me go speechless!” #Tears rolled down her cheeks; he kissed them.”
Aman: “It’s because I’m too good baby”, he chuckled.
Aarushi: “Yaa, you are”, she smiled.
Aman: “I love you baby and I’m damn happy with you!” #he winked and they kissed#
Aarushi: “I know!” #the kissed again#



BE HAPPY, b'coz u deserve it!!! :)

#Shouldn't we hold out for the person who doesn't just tolerate our little quirks but actually kinda likes them?#

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Conversation



Ring! Ring!


Girl: “Hello! Hello!”

Boy: “Hi!” #Tar awaz sunei se bujhte parlo se ke# “Kamon achis?”

Girl: “Bhalo achi! R ami etao jani tui o bhalo achis.” #giggled# “Hotat eto raate phone korli?”

Boy: “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Girl: “Ki??” #started laughing#

Boy: “Hasli keno, wish e toh korlam, joke thodi marlam.”

Girl: “Hotat wish korli?”

Boy: “Sobai ke wish korlam, tui eka baki chilli tai bhablam tokeo wish korei dei.”

Girl: “Sei, last priority as usual!! Tai na??”

Boy: “Na, last toh na!! Only priority, karon, ekmatro tokei sudhu call kore bollam, bakider bas text korechilam."
Girl: "Bujhlam na..."
Boy: "Mane bolte paris, sobai ke bollar jonne bolechilam and toke bollar icche chilo tai bollam.”


#Or kotha ta sona matro jeno hotat kore or proti dharona tai palte gelo#


Boy: “Ki re achis?”

Girl: “Hmmm achi!”

Boy: “Aaj kichu bolchis na, chup kore achis? Onno din toh bok bok kore matha ta kheye felish.”

Girl: “Toke aaj obdi chine uth tei parlam na, jotoi chesta kori toke janar, tui ekta kamon mystery jeno.”

Boy: “Na jana tai bhalo tor jonne, karon jodi jene felish tahole amar e chaap hobe. Jai hok, chollam tahole, abar pore kotha hobe.”

Girl: “Nijer khayal rachis!”

Boy: “Rakhbo, se chinta koris na!”


Call Disconnected!!!

Shortest story ever... Dedicated to a friend!!!! ;) :P

Sunday, July 28, 2013

STRANGER’S MAIL... (PART-1)


‘He was the ONE’ she thought and smiled. She was going through her mailbox like any other day. She had never deleted those mails; rather she never wanted to delete them. It was more than fifteen years in the past; still she couldn’t gather enough strength to delete those mails. She did date a few guys since then, but still her heart craved for him. Why is it so hard to forget someone when you know you can never have them back in your life? Why is it so hard to put up a facade of happiness and contentment, to put up a pretentious smile while it aches inside constantly, incessantly? She always believed that: ‘Love is supposed to give happiness; Love is all about being content’; Love is what Raj & Simran shared in DDLJ; Love is what Veer Pratap Singh & Zaara Hayaat Khan shared in Veer-Zaara. She never believed that Love equates Pain; she always thought Pain is an outcome of one’s selfish needs. Sharing your life with the ones that you love and cherishing those moments in their absence is what Love is about, or what it should be. Being in Love and being loved should provide you serenity, unbound. Then why was it so hard for her to move-on? Why couldn’t she fall in love with someone else, bear those same feelings for someone else? Did she get immune to emotions? She questioned herself everyday yet failing to find any answer every single time. They were never in a typical relationship, they never shared the chemistry which Samar & Meera did in Jab Tak Hai Jaan or the one of Avinash Singh Rathode & Zoya  in Ek Tha Tiger. They were just strangers or as she would prefer saying “THE PERFECT STRANGERS”; they were just Zain & Riya.


15 years Back...


Mail 1:


Mam,
I have sent an attachment of my story and I hope you will like it. It was my dream to publish my book under your publication house. I will be obliged if you give me a chance to share my story with everyone. I’ll be waiting for your decision.


Dear,
I’m really sorry to let you know that I’m not the correct person. I don’t own any publication house. I’m a painter; I guess you sent your attachment to a wrong id. Anyway I read your story and I really liked it, though it’s a tragic story.

Mail 2:


Dear,
I am really sorry for all the trouble. Actually, my friend is at fault; he gave me the wrong id. Actually he went to some art exhibition and there he chanced upon this lady (owner of the publication house), she subsequently gave her id to him; I was supposed to mail my work to her. And at the same time he also happened to collect your id from one of the event organizers, as he liked your work(as in your paintings) and he might’ve wanted to discuss something with you.... the point is, he got confused  between the email ids and rest I think you can work out... I’m glad that you liked my story, it’s my first work and I’m bit tensed regarding the publisher’s decision. Yes, ofcourse it’s a tragic love story. If you don’t mind I would like to know the detailed review of my work from a complete stranger.


Dear Stranger,
Well now I finally could put two and two together; it’s true that my paintings were sent to the art gallery exhibition and I am happy to learn that your friend appreciated my work. Now coming back to your story, its great; the emotions, the phrases, the plot, the characters, the dialogues etc, everything is perfect. I’m sure your publisher might give you the break. Just one tiny thing, it’s completely my opinion, I don’t agree that tragic love stories exist, I don’t believe in that kind of genre.  Either it’s a love story or a tragic story. I can’t understand the point, why do people say tragic love stories? Love gives you happiness; it gives you the feelings of optimism and jubilance. Love can never give you devastation and pain. So what’s the point of tragic love stories?

Mail 3:


Dear Stranger,
Well, definitely tragic love stories had existed and still do; in fact, several literatures from around the world, give you perfect examples of immortalised tragic love stories, like that of Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Antony, Tristan and Isolde, Layla and Majnun, Heer and Ranjha etc. They were passionately in love with each other, underwent tumult and trauma of titanic magnitudes, only to pay the cost of their unyielding and unrelenting love with their lives put up on crosses. Love stormed through their lives, gnashing and shattering everything that came in its path, but with the unfortunate result of the untimely demise of the souls of Its owners. Their souls got ripped apart in one treacherous blow and the unbearable pain that they endured, every feeling they underwent immortalised their love. The tragedy that was fashioned out of their lives only because of the LOVE they had shared made their stories the haunting examples of one of the greatest tragic love stories.
Love stranger... J


Dear Stranger,
I do agree that they are the biggest examples of Love but the statement that the tragic part in their stories is owing to the love they shared, is not true. Love was the part or the time they had shared the feelings of togetherness, they had laughed in synchronism; came to know each-other, shared emotions and gazed into eachother’s eyes for hours along; the time that was reminiscent of the shared warmth, felicity and passion that was inherent to their relation. The Pain tainted chapter was the time when they had endured sufferings caused by the plotting Fate and its subsequent circumstances, not because of Love. Their love and they themselves were never the reason for eachother’s pain. Their love stories are said to be tragic because fate and circumstances had treacherously conspired against them. People were somehow more drawn towards their misery, sympathizing unapologetically on other’s afflictions being so human a nature. They concentrated more on the part on how those souls had endured the trials and tribulations and ended their lives for eachother. They actually muffled the Love end of the story, the part when they were so happy with each other, which is why their love stories are called tragic love stories. Now-a-days even when people go through separation, they synonymise their stories with tragic love stories, how silly is that... just think for a moment, when your mom kisses your forehead, does that hurt? No, why? Because that is love; like even when your girlfriend kisses you, does that hurt? No, because that’s the beauty of love. How can that love gives you pain? You will be in pain because of your selfish reasons or circumstances. The moment things go outside the periphery of your happiness; you feel dejected and get upset. That feeling is not love; when you get overpowered by your selfish schemes, you no longer feel the Love, and you are left in the void that gives you Pain. Love and Pain are two different sentiments, people get confused and they start saying love gives you pain. Isn't it? Well it’s my opinion, it might be wrong...
Love stranger J


TO BE CONTINUED... J


Saturday, December 29, 2012

29th Dec- (Delhi gang RAPE)


Jeene ka maan toh sabhi ko hai... phir mujhe jeene ka haq kyun nahi???
Azad hone ka haq sabko hai... phir mujhe azad hone ka haq kyun nahi???
Tum larke ho toh boxers mein ghum sakte ho, aur main larki hoon per borkhe mein v main safe nahi hoon.
Tumhari zindigi mein,
Maa banke jeena sikhayi, behen banke tumhari har galti chupai,
Ek dost banke hamesha tera saath nibhai, pyaar banke pyaar ka matlab sikhayi,
Biwi banke tere ghar ko sawari, toh dadi/nani banke tere bachpan ko sajhai,
Mujhe sabke samne yun zaleel karte waqt, tujhe zara sa v sharam nahi ayi?

Har roz ek maut marti hoon,
Kabhie bahu banke aag mein jala di jati hoon, toh khabie apne pati ke hi hawas ka sikar ho jati hoon.
Society ne toh mujhe entertainment ka package bana ke bata hai,
Kuch ko bazar o bechte ho aur kuch ko dusre ke ghar bhejte ho,
Kaam toh dono ka hi same hai, aisa lagta hai apke manoranjan ke liye hi toh bane hai.
Sabko toh sirf mera jism se matlab, mere tute khawab se hai kisiko kya farak,
Ab toh aisa lagta hai, sahi mein, mujhe jeene ka nahi hai koi haq...

Har Devi ko kya tum sirf naam se hi pujte ho, ya phir tum unhe v UNHI nazro se dekhte ho?
Jo aurat jaat tumhe janam deti hai, tum uski hi izzat loot te ho...
Tumhare tarah main v ish Duniya ka heesha banna chahti hoon,
Tumhar tarah main v azad hona chahti hoon,
Kya bohut zadya tumse mangleti hoon?

Kanoon mein toh har choti galti se badi gunaah tak ki saza di jati hai,
Lekin kyun phir RAPE ki saza maaf ki jati hai?
Agar ghar ka beta bahar kaam per jaye, aur raat ko ghar na aye, toh karta hai woh mehnat ka kaam
Aur wahi ghar ki beti ya bahu kaam per jaye, aur phir raat ko ghar na aye, toh kyun karte ho use badnaam?
yeh samaj ka kaisa kanoon hai tumne banaya,
Jahan larko per hai har cheez ki azadi, aur larkiyo per bas hai pawandi....


Dosh de v toh kise de, samaj ka har insaan hi toh galat hai,
Kehte toh hai hum sab apne apko Well educated, lekin sooch apni abhi v kafi choti hai.
Ek ghante tak jab woh LARKI rasto per padi thi, tab toh kisi ne chaddar tak nahi di uske upar,
Ab candle march aur protest karne nikle hai sab...
Ish hadse se pehle v kitne aurat o per kiye gaye hai attyachar,
Aur is Society per pura hai biswas ke aise hadse hume dekhne ko milenge bar-bar....

Ish desh mein,
ab na dharti hai sunehri,
na amabr hai neela,
yaha toh char o taraf hai bas andhera,
AISA DESH HAI MERA, HAAN AISA DESH HAI MERA!!!!!

No offence to any one, scribbled down sumthing whn i heard SHE IS NO MORE...
May her soul Rest in PEACE...

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Fear to Trust, Fear to Feel, Fear to Dream, Fear to fall in Love again…

 “Hi! I'm so sorry for being late”, she said.
“Hi… finally you have come and its fine, I'm not tired of waiting”, he replied.
“Aww, sentu-ram”, she laughed.
“So, you are kind of still in manhole?” he chuckled.
“Seriously, I came all the way long so that you could make fun of me.”
“No no, just kidding…”
Well, in our busy life it often happens that we become good friends with someone who had been just an acquaintance in the past. It’s more like we hardly had noticed that person and then all of a sudden he becomes your closest buddy. They might not be your best friend but still you can share your thoughts with them without any hesitation. Ved and Aliya, they were school friends; they had been knowing each-other for quite a long time. They never thought of becoming each-others’ friend but maybe it was their Destiny that they became closest of friends through the silly social networking site. They hardly talk over the phone or chat or meet up but still they can share their thoughts without any irresolution.
“Anyway, so when are you going to confess your love?” Aliya winked.
“I don't know, actually I don't want to…”
“Why???”
“You know the reason”, he said.
“No I don’t know”, she winked again. “Oh! C’mon, seriously!!! Huh!!!”
“What???”
“C’mon, if you don’t  knock the door then how on earth will u get to know  if there is someone in the house or not, so go ahead and knock the door”, she advised.
“But I’m near the window and I can hear voices, I know she is out there and I know what’s going on inside.”
“Really, oh… so explain what’s there in her head. Actually it’s an awesome power or something you got of reading minds.” She said ironically. “If you are so capable of reading minds then do let me know what’s going on in our Prime Minister’s head, actually it’s something which everyone is interested to know.”
“It’s so easy to give an opinion but it is really hard…”
“What is so hard in proposing a girl? C’mon I thought army people or the defense forces got the toughest job to do.”
“Look, Purvi recently got through a heartbreak, I don't want to freak her out”, he said.
“It’s been a year and moreover you are her best-friend, I don't think she will mind…”
“You proposed your best friend and you lost the friendship…”
“Yes, I proposed to him and I lost him. It was my fault, I was too weak to continue the friendship after our breakup and he also didn't try to stop me. You are unlike me and not weak either…”
“You don't know me”, he said.
“Oh! Really???”
“Yup…”
“Then fuck off…” she said in disgust.
He smiled and said, “You love him and still you are in the manhole and alone too and that’s the reason you want some company”, he giggled.
“How stupid was that? See, I know you are afraid to confess because you are afraid to lose her and the friendship but why are you thinking in a negative way. You might get the positive response.”
“You think so…”
“I don't know, I am telling you the possibilities. Look, I proposed to him and I lost him but at-least I don't regret it. Being his best-friend I let him know what I feel for him and moreover he has got the right to know what his best-friend felt for him and then it was his decision to let me go. What’s the point of being someone’s best friend if we hide our feelings from them?”
“I am not so great or dutyful, I prefer to be secretive and keep the relationship alive”, he said.
“Ved, please…”
“You gonna order something, or-else I will order something of my choice”, he winked. They avoided the topic for a while and talked about their school days, how they were strangers when they were in school and then suddenly through the social networking site they became such good friends. They talked of all the silly stuff they noticed about each-other while they were in school yet never bothered at that time untill they became friends.
“I mean seriously, how could you fall for Ryan? I still can't believe.” Ved said.
“How Kajol could seriously marry Ajay Devgan, I mean seriously”, she chuckled.
“Such rubbish…”
 C'mon, you are so silly. Love can happen with anyone, you don't really need any reason…”
“Oh, yes I forgot your theories…”
“Not theories, I really believe them. I know those stuffs don't exist in this century but still somewhere I believe that there is a Romeo like you waiting eagerly for his Juliet to show up in the balcony.” She winked at him, all he could do was to look away and blush.
“I strongly believe that true feelings  resides in everyone around you and it depends upon the people whether they are brave enough to face their feelings, no matter if they have to face the heartbreak or build up some wall around themselves and pretend as if they don’t want love in their life”, she said.
“Aliya, you know I gave her loads of hints, but she is indeed some strange girl, she can never get the catch…”
“So? What? You will stop trying or something? I don't understand why people do stop trying after one big-shock, infact they are so damn afraid to take a risk.”
“Because, everyone is not like you, so brave”, he giggled.
“It’s not about being brave, it’s about admitting that I feel something for someone and there’s nothing wrong in it and you should have the balls to accept the fact…”
“No, I don't have the courage, I might lose her forever”, Ved said.
“You have nothing to lose, because you know it well, the moment she will fall for someone else, you gonna lose her in some way or the other. So, why not let her know about your feelings?”
“But I will still have her friendship. She told me previously that she really used to love her ex, but he betrayed her and dumped her and now she can't trust anyone…”
“But she trusts you; you are her best-friend.”
“Ya, she trusts me as a friend but not like…”
“Trust is trust; there aren't some types of trust or some classification. When a person trusts someone, which means he or she can rely on that person and there is no other type…”
“But, she said she is afraid to trust someone or fall for someone”, he gasped.
“Ya, that’s because she went through a bad relationship, she was heartbroken and she can’t stand high to get her strength back to normal. Like, if some-day by any chance I have to face Ryan, I don't know what the moment will be like but I will always welcome him; and at the same time I'm afraid of trusting anyone but that doesn't mean I don't want to be loved or be in love. Of Course I do want to be in love again…”
“Why am I getting an intuition that you are ready to get out of the manhole and fall in the drain”, he giggled.
“Hadd hai… All this time I was heartening you and you are still stuck with manholes and drains…”
“ Don't change the topic, you kind of like that guy, don't you?”
“Which guy? I don't know who you talking about”, she said and looked away.
“The same guy you always talk about, that you like him”, he winked.
“Ya, I like him, what’s wrong in that and that’s what I was trying to explain. I also had the worst heartbreak  I lost both my love and best-friend and still I am gathering the courage to give life a chance. I’m not yet over Ryan, but I still feel something for Neev as well, I do believe that a person can love two persons at the same time”, she giggled.
“Uff, you are hopeless…”
“What? Don't you love your mom and dad at the same time?” she enquired.
“Actually I love both the girls sitting behind you”, he laughed and winked.
“What a pathetic guy, I am trying to help you being such a good friend…”
“So, was the meeting all about cheering me up?” he interrupted.
“No, it’s like I'm your good friend, I want a treat, adding  to that I get bored these days, as I have nothing constructive to do and then I don't want you to be upset.”
“Oh! Thank you so much for being there and also for your lectures”, he laughed.
 You're welcome. Well, I like this girl and I want her to know that the love she is searching all around here and there is right beside her”, she smiled.
“You have no idea, how boring this conversation was, I mean all we talked about was some stupid love-drama, whereas there are so many things to discuss.”
“Here is the problem, you call it silly but that’s what matters to you the most, she is one of your priorities.”
“Ya, she is…”
“So, admit it...”
“Ya, I am admitting it, infact I can admit it in front of everyone just not infront of her”, he said.
“C’mon you sheep, don't be such a coward, be a man.”
“I’m a man, it’s that…”
“Prove it, you're a man…”
“I can prove in some other way as well”, he winked.
“Shut up you bastard…”
“What, you want a proof, anyway I will think upon what you said, let me meet her. We gonna meet next weekend, after that I will think over it.”
“Well, don't propose her over the phone or text her about your feelings, propose her directly face to face and make an eye to eye contact, so that she can feel your words and your feelings as well”, she advised.
“What?” he asked astonished. “I said I will think about it and you are asking me to propose to her and that to face to face and eye to eye contact; I would rather jump into a pool.”
“You are so hopeless; I will let her know if you cannot confess.”
“No no, don't do this, I will do whatever you say, just give me some time.”
“That’s good, I like it.”
“Actually you know I think its better not to let her know, maybe we are not destined to be each others’.”
“What? Really? How can you say that, have you seen the future? Or did destiny come all the way and whisper into your ear?
“No, it’s just that I kinda think that…”
“Last-time I checked, you were some mind reader and now you are the fortune teller”, she mocked.
“Ok, you win; I lose.”
“It’s nothing about winning or losing. Being your friend, all I can wish that you get the positive response and it’s wise to look for it”, she smiled.
 You're really some philosopher, well so am I at times not all the time, unlike you”, he laughed.
“Whatever, if my friends are happy, I am happy.”
“So what were you saying about loving both person at the same time?” he giggled.
“ Don't start it again, you know that I'm right.”
“Absolutely…”
“Well look, there are few people in our life whom we can’t hold onto but they are still in our heart and you can't let them go but still life goes on.”
“Hmm…So, when are you getting committed?”
“Well, let’s see…”
“Do give me a treat…”
“Vice-versa”, she giggled.
“Sure, sure… You gave me the training on how to commit suicide, and along with that, a threatening.”
“Don’t say that, you gonna live and you gonna be happy.”
“I hope so…”
“Arey umeed per toh duniya tiki hai…” she laughed. The conversation took place for some more time and atlast Ved assured Aliya that soon he will convey her feelings to Purvi and then they left for their destination. One of them was frightened to take the step and confess his love and the other was already heart-broken and was waiting for the right moment so that she could put those pieces of her heart back to its places. It’s not that they are rundown by Destiny; it’s just that they saw one side of the coin. There is still the other side of the coin waiting for them, all they have to do is to wait hard and overcome their fear. We often give excuses of Destiny not willing to help or show up happiness whereas in reality we often choose to step back rather to build up our wrecked castle. Destiny always can't give you pain; it just sees your patience and efforts and then gives you the fruits. You might face the bump at first or later but then you grow strong; so when happiness knocks your door someday, you value it more and feel its essence.




And the rest I know about DESTINY…-
“Even when destiny really wants to accomplish something, it can’t do it alone, you still have to go to that restaurant, you still have to show up, you still have to build a bridge to the one you love”-  MY SASSY GIRL!!