Encounters Continued

The silence between the two was meddled by irregular hammering at the mechanic’s shop. She took out her mobile and gasped to see 7 missed calls from home, unable to catch signal she turned towards him. She tried to get a look of his face, failing to gather his attention she called out, “Excuse me”? He looked perturbed, like disturbed from a deep meditation. While asking for his cell phone she tried her best to figure out the possible reasons of his melancholy.

She keyed in her mother’s number and waited for her to pick up. There was no answer, disconnecting the phone she checked the time to realize her mother must have slept already assuming she might be working another late night. She held the phone in his direction to see he had closed his eyes. The subtle stern expression had started to transform, he was unable to hold it any longer. She could sense it was her fault of having taken him off the zone of numbness by disturbing him. A tear rolled out from the corner of his closed eyes visible from her side. She could not figure out at all what would be the best suitable reaction for this time. Looking away for a while she decided to talk to him but could not pick herself the best way to get the conversation started.

All of a sudden she spoke, “you know my father died of cancer last year”. That confession made him jump a little from in the inside. He opened his eyes, felt sorry for the loss but was unsure of the ways to react to such an event. He was left confused by a stranger telling him the most painful feeling in their life. Before he could console her about it, she spoke again. “I cried because it was not in my hands, I believe and hope what you are worried about does not need tears but actions. The watery eyes will only haze the picture of future you dream for yourself. There are certain times in life you need to let go of the attachments pulling you down so as to realize your potentials to the full.”

Aghast! She spoke everything he already knew. The same old rusted philosophies, but it made sense. In that moment he felt the strength to move forward in life. The monotonic tone in which she said all the big words made it even more impactful. Just then the mechanic informed that the car couldn’t be repaired until tomorrow. She panicked a little only to be assured by him that he’d drop her after he gets his scooter. Finally she heard him speak. His pain attracted her in a completely absurd manner as if somebody had challenged her to make him smile. She spoke about everything she could think of, every little curl in his lips, every time he took off his constant gaze from the puddle to look at her, were like giving her points in some life game.

He got his scooter, they drove to her place. The ride was a silent one; she had placed her hands on his shoulders and kept staring in the darkness trying to figure out the reason for change in the way her heart had been beating! They pulled over at her place. This was an extremely difficult moment for her. She could not just let him go without the hopes of seeing him again. Without a second thought she invited him to come inside. This now meant a life changing leap for him. He had decided to start afresh being motivated by her, and it would have been just perfect having alongside a companion who wanted nothing else but your happiness.

He could not say no, and so he turned around without a word, powered the engine and went off. There was so much he needed to correct in his life, so much to move away from, so much to sort. Unsure he would even be able to ever move on effectively, he decided not to drag her into all the mess and make her suffer. He had decided to unboard the present broken boat not to catch a similar another, but to swim alone along the tides, empowering himself. And just when he made that decision, the tides got low, the water became appropriately calm!

P.S. Choosing right over wrong is important than choosing happiness. Mending the present things in life is important than moving away with a new opportunity leaving the past ignored. Happiness cannot be sought only in the presence of a companion, solitude has its own perks.

Encounters

Since morning he wasn't having the best day, sour milk and burnt toast  had only been the beginning. After the bad breakfast, he pulled out his scooter to find a water-clogged road due to heavy downpour and adding to it's damage was the broken sewage system. He anyhow managed to pull out the scooter spoiling his pants which had become wet upto to his knee length, and the shoes, well he had walked bare-footed for the love of his new leather shoes!

It was expected that the traffic would be huge, that is the usual affair for the monsoons in Delhi. By the time he reached his office all other colleagues had taken their places in their respective cubicles. The only appealing thing about his job was that his boss, unlike others, was very compassionate and did not fuss. Even if you were late and had reasonable explanation for the same, you were to be easily excused. Since being late was not the reason of his worry, the tensed face could be assumed as a cause of the newly allotted project on which he had had a very poor lead. He headed straight to his desk, opened his laptop and immersed himself into the screen.

He did not get up for lunch, the urges to take smoke breaks had been subdued by the work-load and deadline pressure. Finally when he got out of the chair it was almost dark. The sun was setting and the clouds were huddling together to shed themselves over the city for another night. With half a heart, he took out his phone, and without any amusement put it back inside his pocket on having zero calls and messages. Not that he did not have anybody to call him, but that one person had been very cold and ignorant since the last few months.The causes were unknown, he had tried talking to her but nothing yielded out of all those conversations. She had made excuses of distances and accused him instead. Everybody around knew what hard time he was undergoing through, but as he had intentionally distanced himself from others they believed he needed his own space for a while.

As he dragged his scooter out of the parking which had refused to start, he was enveloped in a sheath of numbness. The inability to feel the series of negative events occurring one of after another left him with a straight face while he headed towards a mechanic shop. It had been raining profusely. After having dropped his vehicle for repairing he sat on a bench placed opposite to the shop. The rain didn't seem to bother him and he kept staring at the puddle on the road which was growing in volume. He was forced to raise his head by a striking light reflection in the puddle, hoping it was his scooter's headlight, to his dismay it was not, rather it came from another car being pulled by a mechanic truck. Any boy in his age would have been enthrilled to see what he saw there, but he only bowed his head down again to stare back at the dampness of the roads. The towed car was pulled off and from it stepped down a girl. In her office clothes she appeared to be an extremely strong woman, but all the sturdy factors could not hide her obvious alluring feminine beauty. Her heels had made up for the few inches she was short of, but the rest of the body figure was just perfect.

While waiting for her car to be repaired, she came and sat on the only bench the, the one on the opposite of the shop, she sat there next to him...

(To be Continued...)

(P.S. I so wanted those lights to be that of a spaceship and not another stupid car.)

And the Magic Begins!

THE HARRY POTTER CRAZY

Harry Potter has meant everything to me. This book, that I have literally grown up with, never fails to amaze me everytime I re-read it. There have been so many philosophies that can be assumed to be true due to the very intelligent linking up of facts from one plot to another. People call t fantasy, but I learnt a lot from it. Every character in the novel teaches a whole different way of living. I know this might sound very crazy (learning from a fiction purely written to entertain people), but I believe apart from the magical saga, the emotions and actions of each character were so impactful and worth drawing an experience from. I admire all the inspiring things Dumbledore had to say, and those very less but extremely important advices given by Sirius. I can read the novel over and over, and every time find a new something to praise about and be astonished upon. I have met people who haven't read or seen the movies, I really think they are missing an extremely important story in their lives. And for those who have read/seen and are not so fond of, I'd only say that everybody has a separate taste and I would love to know what they appreciate if not this.

I do not a have a creative side, but I have this habit of experimenting myself for even those activities i know I won't succeed in performing. And thus, I made this sketch, an evidence of the experiment. Evidence that speaks loud and clear that am a proud HP fan, Always! 

Bad Mornings

My morning started with reading a random blog that had certain poems, and other literary pieces that were written in the most raw language but made so much sense and I loved it all to the fullest. Only did I later realize that it was a girl's blog from twelfth standard who had now been writing for the last two years. Doing my math, I see I am some five years elder to her, and we both have similar styles of writing (perhaps she is only better than me). I was embarrassed to read her posts any further, and thus I switched to reading other trending articles by professional authors. (That does not embarrass much, assuming they are experienced and it is their job to write stuff)

Now I just wonder what really went wrong, yes, I did not focus upon this passion of mine (of writing), but how else could I have followed the practice? There were times I did not want to write at all, and it was impossible for me to get started on the easy most topics even. Bad Mornings! I am extremely disappointed with myself. And, probably, the vocabulary has also been deteriorating with every passing day. I think I need help! Help reminds me of how I have become extremely forgetful these days. Its not only limited to the study related material, but also the novels I read, things I do or say, or things people do or say. I think am aging. Without excelling in any particular field, my life shall come to an end. Ugly realizations in the Bad Mornings! 

Anyway, so as it happens to one of those mornings when I've again woken up to the wrong side of the bed, I cancelled all the programs of socializing. I want to close myself in a box (with or without the breathing hole, right now, I'm just that frustrated). But then again, I believe I need help. Upliftment. And an extra-ordinary event only to make me realize that I deserve better which I'll achieve it as well. Because I do not really have any followers, I don't expect help, advices or comments, I'm just trying to push out the feelings. Like I've said before that Writing really helps. No, I'm not all sad or depressed, but when everything keeps falling into the wrong places with the very start of the day, its really frustrating. (Bitter Realization, Morning Fights, Worthless Instincts)

Okay, that's it. In the hope of having a better day, I'd resume to this amazing book I've been reading (hoping I remember what I read in the future days)...

Writing to Oneself

Everyone has a different way of dealing with the pressure they are put under during the course of life. I have my way of writing everything I feel, and writing what I should feel and then reading it and drawing inspiration from it. (I inspire myself). And in those situations where I can't really describe what I'm going through and put it in words, I anyway describe the web of my mind in a covert manner. In one of such days I write....

So much on my mind nothing that I can think of to write. how disturbing it is to have all the thoughts so muddled up, and when you are unable to channel them towards a positive direction. How difficult it is to live in the present moment when you have such pleasant dreams about the future about which you're certain will never come true. Every morning begins with new ideas brewing about the best ways you can live your fantasies to the closest, and every night the day ends with forcefully sending yourself to sleep because you've failed again, yet another day. How strongly holding to the ladder of hope you climb day by day. Will things ever be better, the way you've wanted them to be? How much the uncertainty kills, and how you wish you could run away. How you're almost killed by the memories that never fail to play their games and compel you to wish you could live those moments again. And how the memories inspire you to fight once more, pick yourself up and move in the direction of the dream destination.

But then maybe, that is not the right way. The grief might be a hallucination. The mind might be playing a trick that disables the ability to be rational. The multiple thoughts, plans, what needs to be done and what you should refrain yourself from doing might not be the way to live. The future will come and there is nothing stopping it. Your present actions will have a role in crafting the happenings of tomorrow, but the tension succumbs your potential to act wisely and choose what will be the best, There might be a need to change the perception, wake up to a different side of the bed, and this time a positive one. The pain will go or maybe its not even real on the first place. The need is to waken the soul, do what needs to be done. Stopbinding yourself in the restrictions of thinking more and acting less. Free the mind, the body will be happier. Worrying might just lead to nowhere, neither where you want to be and certainly not to the the place where you actually ought to be. No doubt you shall make efforts but the despair must always be neglected. 

Stay Strong. Think Straight. Aspire Big! 

Pledging

"Waking up to the rains in the chilly winter mornings of Dehradun could be both one of the best and worst days for you. (Always keep a good stock of coffee 'cause all your plans of going out can be ruined any day.) Today is one such day. I opened my eyes to the rhythms of rain, walked out of my bed to realize the clouds had won the battle and were only expanding their territory. It probably is going to rain all day. Weekend plans are now all subjected to the possibility of stopping of the downpour."

This is a very old draft, probably I was trying to write a story or something, which later I completely forgot about. I now am in Lucknow, and seem to be missing the weather of Dehradun all the more after reading this. Its hot, like really boiling hot in here. I love this city because I got my parents and a double bed here, but I will never deny missing the peace in the chaos of my mind that the scenic beauty of the valley could bring.

So, it's been really long that I have not put anything on the blog. And, since, its not a well-known one I think I upload most of the stuff for myself. It could act more like an online journal for me. But since it's online there will be constant pressure of making it decent enough that I do not make a fool out of myself, if in case somebody happens to read it by any chance. (Do I already sound stupid?) Anyway, I have promised myself like a thousand times that I will take the hobby of writing more seriously and polish myself by continuous practice, so these holidays I am going to give myself a chance, again (All for myself). Being done with the graduation and not clear in the head what to do next leaves me on extreme high emotions, which I believe will be a great help to write.

I read so much different things through the day, some are theme based, some based on personal experience, I read things where I have to sit with a dictionary to understand them and then some other which are expressions in the most raw forms. The last thing is my personal best, I like the travel diaries, fashion tips, philosophical thoughts, but I believe its the best to lay down one's feelings in the most simple words possible. Or maybe the low-vocab level does not make the heavy-worded poetry really appealing for me. Whatever!

I wish all the luck to the writer within me. A story, a thought, a poem, a diary entry, anything!