Is That What We Wanted??

''They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind.The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul"...

The innocent souls Abhishu and Artika met everyday near the under constructed shopping complex after the 3 hours of coaching class sessions which left them tired and completely exhausted.They were above average students of class with dreams and desires like any student of their age and class.Though both were neighbors still they were more comfortable in school and coaching class.Life was not a bed of roses for them still they were happy and satisfied.
                       Every time they met at 4.30 pm they talked about school,functions,family,sports,recent politics and everything under sun.Their little world revolved  around sweet nothings and weaving dreams of future.Every time they parted their ways to go to their respective homes they asked each other the same question days after days,months after months ...''Is That What We Wanted??Will we be able to meet tomorrow??''  Thus their ways used to part with smiles and a hope for the following day.---'' Yes !! this is what they wanted and Yes! they will be able to meet the following day no matter what..'' The words of affirmative however were buried under layers of their frenulum.
                When the birds chirped at usual time,the clock at the end of the street ticked away without any fluctuation,the school bell rang at regular intervals,the community was busy with its daily activities..Destiny played a cruel really cruel game.
                        A hardcore criminal targeted the community to terrorise the Police force.The innocent buds were busy in their small garden of wishes,hopes,faith and love.They were parting at dawn of sunset with the same questions .But surprising each other  spoke at same time for the first time...''YES''.However destiny had some other plans stored for them..
                            Suddenly gunshots were heard and deafening blasts followed.The community that boasted of  harmony,cooperation and peace turned into a field of bloodshed and violence in extreme forms.With the 5th blast that targeted the under constructed shopping complex ,the weaver bird's of dreams and love was devastated.Two bodies lay in pool of blood.away from each other at distances with signs of violence unlike them.
                      The  dreams they had woven with each other with the bricks of the complex  laid in rubble.Their irregular breaths  mingled with the dusty air blowing in smoke filled atmosphere had one question lingering--''Is That What We Wanted??Will we be able to meet tomorrow?? Neither the air,nor the birds had any answers...The clock at the end of the street was hit hard and the time on the clock had come to a stand still.The hours didn't change yet lives changed,atmosphere changed and most importantly Dreams changed.
                   The flames rose high in the sky from the funeral pyre.The innocent souls had left for the doors of Heaven.The flames intermingled at a distance above ground perhaps answering the complete answer  to  their doubt filled questions ....The words they could n't complete in their lifetime..
'' Yes !! this is what they wanted and Yes! they will be able to meet the following day no matter what..''....
Some times its not about the ending rather about the story.
''You and I will always be unfinished business..''


P.S.--The characters and the story is entirely fictional.Any resemblance with real life is purely coincidental.

The Library and Afternoons

What if you meet nearly everyday and yet remain strangers till eternity.Sometimes a few words do not surface because the question jerks the cerebrum ''What I am to him/her''?? And there stops the generation of a new relation.Faces turn around.The falling yellow afternoon  leaves are only witnesses to the unnamed,unbiased and under developed relationship.
         It was  such an afternoon when Nandita went to the three storeyed building study centre.Semester was fast approaching and there was a need for elaborative rehearsal of notes for majors.Strapping the 'Pristine' monogram bag she was taking forward her steps  absent mindedly. An array of fantasies,questions and classroom scenes flashing across her eyes now and then .In precise,she was lost.Ouch! Did something hit her?? Yes! A falling yellow leaf and a part of a broken blue chalk.Though the leaf didn't hurt her the chalk surely did it's infamous job.She lifted her gaze to scrutinize the environment who the prankster was?? And there she found three pairs of eyes looking at her in apology.Wait! Apology? Ruling out two pairs of eyes there was one pair which seemed more of scrutinizing her rather than a brief apologetic look.The same dark pair of eyes which she has been meeting since the very day she had taken a wrong route to library.That day the eyes had a frustrating look and desperation of searching something lost until that time.May be friends or perhaps library.Well! she had other matters at hand to complete than to analyse the mystery behind the two rolling pupils.Over two years those eyes have turned from frustration and desperation to a mischief glint.This certain Mr.X with talking and mystery pupils had certainly reserved a sequestered place in her cerebrum.She knew nothing about the affairs around the library except the pupils of Mr.X.,the library card and falling yellow leaves of the Deodar trees.Yet the time came.The time to depart.Though she felt nostalgic of all moments of her spent in the institution yet the library and afternoons and the dark pupils of Mr.X. tugged a string in her heart.She was surprised when a teardrop trickled down her left cheek.Was that a fond memory or heart rending past?? Answers yet unanswered.
                      She went to the library for a final look where she had spent her afternoons raking through the book shelves searching for a single topic in voluminous piles of foreign authors.She again stole a look at the deodar tree whose yellow,ripened and senescent leaves falling in piles on the sandy path.There he was even today.Those pupils wore a look somewhat similar to the mood on the first day.What was that dullness today?? May be Friends,may be farewell ceremony,may be memories and Can it be She??
                         Mr.X. smiled a bit and that left her shocked to core.She stood so amazed that she forgot to respond back a smile.Perplexed and confused she turned her head away.That was the end of the glances of   moody pupils nearly everyday near the library in the afternoons under the shade of deodar trees and their canopy of yellow and green leaves.The essence has remained for an eternity.Both turned around for a while and flashed grins because ,Perhaps and may be they knew -- That was the End for them to embark a new Beginning.
P.S.--The characters,scene and the story are purely fictional.Any resemblance with true life and character is completely coincidental.

II-Certitude of Silence-II

There we met and departed
reasons unknown and obscure yet
the leaves swayed 
and we turn again.

That was not the last farewell
albeit there was no first beginning
still the dark black orbs enticed
swept me and I lost.


I had nothing to gain
be it your happiness and sorrows
i had to only smile and weep
and you unaware of both stances.

It was never a fairy tale
I must confess
Your scrutinizing eyes and 
the grimaced smirks said it all.

There was no words still
but the eyes spoke volumes
and yet we stand apart 
still as strangers.

The magnitude of our feelings
yet to be verified
but  I believe it that 
we will pass for certitude!!

Letters and Replies!!

''Writing is not letters on paper.Its communication.Its Memory.''-Issac Marion
      They say writing letters is the purest form of friendship we humans can possibly express.How true!! Letters are something  for which we all irrespective of our age wait eagerly.Be it an appointment letter or counselling letter be it in form of invitation for family or friends gathering or celebrations--letters have their own charm,charisma and ways.Once a letter is written we await for the reply.Some get disappointed when the reply never comes back.Yes it is true it feels tangible.Once a letter is sealed in the envelope and a stamp is neatly stuck on it we harbor the hope of a 'reply'.Even the options in the cellphone in message box has one option 'reply'.While writing letters we capture ourselves in a moment and then give that moment to some one else.In life its tangible and hurting but the bitter truth that ''Few out of everything we fall for are often never reciprocated.'' 
                               Many people mourn that except formal letters the essence and existence of informal letters have vanished.But the most strange fact is that the people who mourn the fact of vanishing hand written informal letters have never attempted to write one in recent times. Its always very simple and quite easy to put words but diagonally that much difficult and painstaking to put  the words into actions.Well I believe that writing letters is a pleasure in itself.Letters provide us with good company in solitude.It not only gives us company but a hope to live,survive and fight for.
                                
                               The letters have such a power that the sms or few emoticons cannot provide.No matter how much our communication technology gets advanced  the essence,enigma and encouragement of letter can  never falter or fade away.While writing away letters is cumbersome for some its only a flicker of hope in many lives.And compatible to writing letters ,reply holds a vital role.A reply-small or big brings a smile worth million dollars and a spark in eyes worth thousand twinkling stars.In this roller coaster drive of life letters sometimes give us a path to follow,a hope to conquer and reason to survive.
                           Hence keep writing letters to your near,dear and beloved ones.Replies might come or never come it hardly matters.Just keep on writing.And those who have received letters please reply because someone in this maddening crowd loves you with all his/her heart and time.Don't disappoint them and respect their love for you.Life is very short to hold any grudges.Reply even to an apology letter.Because some things in life can never be brought and reciprocated.All we have is a give-take relationship to maintain.Cherish the love for each other through letters...

The 'Strength' Of 'Small Things'

A very ''Happy New Year''to all my friends and readers here.:) Having dealt and wrapping up with studies;I felt a raw desire to type out few words inspired from a story which I came across a few days back.
         Well!! Don't get terrified I am not retelling the entire story for the story here is a trifling matter,what I found vital and worth sharing is the fact highlighted in the story.The fact-''STRENGTH OF SMALL THINGS''.
          Everyone of us are equipped with things ranging from small,medium,big,large and gigantic.Things are brought ,used and after sometimes dumped.Its nothing new.Right?But have you ever noticed an old key which your grandparents or parents use to open an almirah or the trunk?If yes then have you wondered the 'strength of the key"?The strength of the key is negligible in front of your well maintained fit body which can turn bricks into dust.But then imagine a situation:-
       You have your train ticket inside that almirah.You have your train at 5.30 pm.You went out of your house for some important assignment and got extremely late there.Still managing your time you head for the railway station at 4.15 pm.Suddenly you find that you have forgotten to get your ticket from the almirah.You thrust the key inside the lock .And then the key turns a bit and retreats back to its position.The lock does not open.You retry for three to four times but all your sincere efforts to open the almirah goes in vain.You then using all your strength and energy bang the almirah door which again goes futile.You twitch the key several times and alas! the key dents.By this time the clock shows 4.55 pm.One look at the clock or your wrist watch ,you ball your fist to give another bang on almirah sending two three silent prayers and promising and making deal with almighty.If by Almighty's divine grace or the old key's pity for your wrecked condition the lock opens (by chance) you retrieve the ticket and rush.Again it is completely your lucky stars if the train is late or just leaving the platform;but if you are not quite fortunate then you can see the cross mark(X) of the locomotive.
        The saga of the strength of small things do not end here.It once so happened that a seven year old  could not be saved because her father could not break the lock of the front door which her mother had put before going to the local market.The fire engulfed the house and the heat of the flames melted the lever of the lock making it impossible to open at that moment.Due to a small lock a precious life turned into ashes.The strength of half a dozen strong and stout men went into trash in front of the strength of a small lock.Similarly there are instances of buildings and localities catching fire due to small piece of lit cigarette thrown carelessly or short circuits.Small issues,clues,cues lead to path breaking discoveries,explorations and inventions.
Small things are firm and constant.Their all energy is converged at performing only one task and there lies their strength.
So my dear friends and readers take care of the small things you are equipped with and plan alternatives or substitutes for them .
           Thank you all for reading this.Sorry for any grammatical errors,Constructive criticism for the post is accepted.
N.B.:The opinions expressed are personal views.
Creative Courtsey :Manjula Padmanabhan

When we remember !!...

It is then when the moment when we hear those mushy and heart rending songs on our cellphone or via any other sources we feel the salty waters have trickled down the cheeks without our knowledge and consent.Its not the lyrics of the song or the voice of the singer who sung it so soulfully but its the emotions,feelings and the people attached to the very lines of the lyrics.Be the sweet ones or the bitter ones memories flood across our minds.Life is not the roller coaster ride only rather an extempore audition or examination.From the very day of nestling in our mother's womb till the moment of turning into 3-4 handful of ashes  we take examinations.Unpredictable tomorrows,betraying relationships,bottling desires,bizarre dreams,hopeless today,haunting yesterdays,dark secrets and the list goes on.But it's the ultimate truth that we can never lie to us.Matters of heart and matters of soul are sometimes too tangled to be again put into straight lines.But still we have to be optimistic.Searching for a glint of hope for the whole lifetime.Time runs rather flies and we keep on chasing it.But does that makes matter better?? Do they in real sense.
                      Some of the 1000s people we come across in our whole life time a handful cross our mind and heart for more than once in every prosperity and peril.And we label them as''dear ones''.And for the one whom we fall head over heels-'our loved one'.Life gives us then a hard test.Egos surface,ignorance deepens and we stand poles apart.Perhaps that's not the way we ever wanted the events to take along the course.Do we?? Heart never reasons and that's the biggest trouble.Even if  we know that something can never be reciprocated yet the heart reasons volumes and put the analytic brain to rest.Again the heart wins over us.We see dreams,possess hope and run from the painful ,out of control reality.Each time there is any link indicating them then we grab it without hesitation.Why?? They are our ''loved one's''... 
                          When it rains,or when it's too cold or when the day is too bright ,we remember them.Because we love them.We say 'season's greetings'.Albeit we remember them through the drops or rain,rays of sun,droplets of dew and shades of moonlight the question lingers ''Are they feeling the same for us?? Do they remember us ?? And do they even bother??
                            And then reality gate crashes us again.Pulls us again ruthlessly from the self made fantasy world of sweet events and then YOU ARE ALONE  ON THE ROOF ,ON THE TERRACE,IN THE ROOM AND IN THE WORLD...

A Calculating mistake and You!!

I clearly remember the days of my 1st weekly test of class 3 when I was the favourite student of all teachers.... i have a bad habit of committing simple silly ,stupid mistakes that to in maths.....Shefali miss was my maths teacher and she was so lovely and encouraging...i have never seen her getting angry over anyone.

But that weekly test of class 3 changed me a lot...i had committed a simple mistake..3+2=6.(silliest mistake of life).When the copy was shown in the class I found out that it was 49 out of 50.highest ! so happy... but miss called me ''Lina! come here holding your ears and slapping yourself till u reach near me....'' i was embarrassed,i was angry and it was a shameful situation for me...i having no other option had to carry out her orders.she then twisted my ears and showed me the blunder i had committed.the whole class giggled and some were happy that i got punishment... i cried that day not bcuz i got such insult but for the teasings of my classmates...from then whenever i do any calculations i remember that day and Shefali miss....

But it 's the greatest shock for me that she is no more.... her twisting of my ears remind me of her.....i miss her the most .... i feel desperate to wish her ''happy teachers' day'' and seek her blessings but .....:'( ...

i miss u ma'm.... i m now not committing mistake in calculating 3+2=5.