The Blessed Child

Every time his iPhone's screen flashed her name and that personalized ringtone buzzed, he knew she is making this call by sneaking out of everyone's attention. The photo reminded him of his 24th birthday, which they had celebrated together. It was not his first birthday in which she was present, but it was his first birthday spent with her as a couple. The fact that they were seeing each other was known to all. What wasn't common knowledge, was their crazy love for each other; the two young souls were so much into each other that they could not imagine being away for a single day. He had a solution for every problem of hers. She had a smile for every frown of his. When she got to know about her promotion, she knew she had to tell him first, before she could tell her husband. Little awry of the time, it was 11 in the night in Boston, she dialed his number. Akash was still working and he knew Shruti too well to have guessed something special must have happened in her life. ...

Solitude has a tale of its own, reflected Prithvi. Sitting on the deck of his ship, sipping a freshly brewed cup of tea and gazing at the setting sun, he considered himself to be really alone and more than that he was away… away from his home, his family, his land and his friends. He was in his own world. The vastness of the sea helps one to miss many a thought. It makes one forgetful of the past. But today, he did not know why he was reminded of that old lady whom he met while studying in Darjeeling. She was a Bhutia lady, wife of a late Indian Army Subedar and mother of two sons. She used to work as the care-taker of the local tea garden and run a shop adjacent to the office of the tea-garden owner. She was an entrepreneur in her own right; she employed two people who helped her with packing and selling the garden-products to the tourists. Prithvi first met her during his initial days in Darjeeling. He spoke to her whenever he was confused or disturbed or just like that. He found lot...

The smell of the freshly dug soil hadn’t yet sunk in me completely and there I lied in the dark world waiting to befriend the arthropods and the microbes. I was feeling depressed, it was for the first time I was away from my soul. I did not know where it was. “Did it get someone like me or someone better than me to reside in?” was the question on my mind. “Hello! You there?” suddenly a voice enquired. It derailed the train of thoughts in which I was. For a moment, I thought who would that be, who would want to look for a dead entity? The voice and its echo sounded familiar to me and I realized, “Isn’t it the same voice which used to pinch me with guilt consciousness whenever I did something wrong, acted selfish or betrayed someone’s trust? Isn’t it the same voice that reprimanded my evil being every now and then because it took everything as acceptable and a done thing?” I hated the times when it criticized even my good form saying it has lost all the morality and it is gradually becom...

Life has taken a full circle. Life has brought me back to square one. Although a circle and a square have different shapes, the journey has been one and the same. A diameter here and a diagonal there- I willingly avoided these two shortcuts because I wanted to experience life in complete routes. It’s not that I didn’t mind taking the shorter route but I preferred the longer one just to know what it is all about. Curiosity kills but curiosity teaches too. The run in the arteries and veins induced by curiosity is exciting and tiring on and off and the best part is the end is satisfying no matter what. The company with whom we traverse the journey matters a lot. A happy, supportive, similar wavelength minded, understanding, caring and ideally someone who makes you be you at all times makes your journey all the more learn-worthy and fun. There’s no perfect partner. There can’t be any for anyone of us because overtly perfectionism sometimes takes refuge of fakeness. People should always be ...

Taking a few steps away from the copy-pasted archives and achievements… Read on… Loneliness has a tale to tell on its own And now that it's over, a few more thank you's left to be expressed, a few more sorry's left to be asked for and a few more get lost's left to be intended. It all began with being lonely among a crowd and now I don't even feel like a loner because my loneliness is rather 'disturbed' by some unwelcomed good things. I love the way they burst my thought bubble otherwise I would not have been able to get out of the train of thoughts. I don't want to be alone. I know being alone haunts, being alone kills, being alone over-rides you, being alone makes you feel guilty for doing all that you have done or you should have done, being alone succumbs you into the vicious circle of lamentations. People say loneliness gives you pleasure but it is so when it is desired and not an inflicted one by someone else or by oneself. Nothing is wrong when you...

There’s so much rush around me, But I find myself sitting quietly, Thoughts performing a Brownian motion on my mind, Taking me to another world, leaving my physical self behind... I can’t get hold of the streams of ideas running around, But they somehow are able to keep me bound, A bit of this, a chunk of that... Adding to them is whatever I have. I feel I am best when I am with me, Only then can I set my mind free. I’m true, I’m honest and I’m faithful towards myself... And for the others it’s nothing but playing safe. Trusting others has always been a pain for my heart, Every time it has been left betrayed and scarred. But still I trust people- few of them that is; And they do the same what their foregoer did with ease. They are a show of selfishness and superficiality, They know it doesn’t pay to be high on morality. I should learn from them all these and more, And bask in the attention that comes in galore. My heart says it won’t let me become like this... My mind argues being like...

To start with, I must admit I was eyeing this space for quite a long time but was indecisive on the topic to delve with. Then I thought what better topic to write on than Mr. Shah Rukh Khan. Some of you might feel this girl has gone crazy, the answer is a “Yes” for the people who haven’t experienced his charisma and the answer is an even more powerful “Yes” for the people who have experienced the craziness for him. So why do “WE” love Shah Rukh Khan? For his acting, stardom, fame, brand value, popularity all over the world and success? Yes we do admire him for all these but fans (err followers) like us love him more for the following reasons... A self-made man- Whatever SRK is, and whatever he is going to be, is all because he believed in himself, his parents and God. SRK had no godfather. He was just a common guy, with average looks and no filmy background and now he is the KING of Bollywood. This is what we call determination and hard work can take you to unattainable heights. Humili...

My life's like a small sphere, and you are the centre of it, The only thing I do is loving you and with a true heart I admit. Hope you be the little star, Around which I have my universe, And be with me forever, Overcoming all the curse, Tell me once, only once that you love me, And for you I will give away my life smilingly. Loving you was all that I could, Loving you didn't depend on my mood, Love was always between us, Did we lose it 'coz of all these rush? If I tell you I still love you, Would you ask me, "Really, you do?" And "Yeah", my answer would be, I can't stay with my incomplete me. Com'on let's be together again, Did you forget how we'd dance in the rain? Completely drenched, warmed by a cup of tea, It was only and only you and me.

It’s been said there are 2 worlds- the real world and the virtual one but for some people there is another world and that is the one that exists between the above mentioned two. Here evolves a story of a group of friends who have never met each other (except a very few of them) nor are they related to each other by any homebred relations but still they have stayed with each other through the tests of time. Since our childhood we have seen several facets of friendship or may I say relationships that used the cloak of friendship till it was needed and threw it away once the need was fulfilled and by the time we reached our adolescent we realized that we are yet to learn what a true friendship and who a true friend are. We are cautious to be friends with people whom we know physically, leave apart being friends with people whom we have never known or seen. But still, despite of all such pull backs, there exists some relations which go beyond everything and the friendship between this bunc...

I have seen very few people who are able to admit their inabilities and I consider myself lucky to be one of those few who can do so without feeling ashamed. I don’t feel bad to write about my shortcomings because these are those subtle things that make a complete me out of me. I am strong enough to say that- Yes I am unable to do this; I don’t know how to do that... and I am ready to learn from the people who have mastered the ability to do what I can’t. I admit I don’t know… How to fake a smile, How to put up a cheerful face when I am feeling irritated, sad or both, How to forget those small moments which made up my life once upon a time, How to ignore those places, those incidents that made us bind together, How to fool myself and others around as if everything is okay, How to keep others satisfied by listening to them and doing stuffs as per their demand, How to say “Yes” when the only thing that’s on my mind is a big NO, How to believe that I am being cheated, bluffed and tricked ...