Neglected Station - The Life Changer

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Rain. Isn’t it a awe-inspiring occurrence? I love the drizzle and all aspects of it. I love getting drenched in the rain, traveling in the rain even though everybody I know seems to complain about it. It was one such rainy day. The company said they will provide me car back home but I decided to take the train. After all it was only a three hour journey to the lovely deserted station. Though it was a last minute request from me they managed to get me the tickets. As I sat in the Santro that was me driving to the station I wondered why I decided to take the train, one of those impulsive decisions based on some insane gut feeling. I looked out the closed windows only to see nothing as water drops covered the glass .I grabbed my phone and the voice brought me a smile.

By the time I reached the door to my compartment I was drenched, the downpour was heavy. It was like the water that had filled the skies to the brim wanted to just burst to its liberty today, dance in the open air, cleanse the cities and bring a smile to me. I entered the train and was making my way through the rows to my seat when my eyes saw him. The emotion that filled me is unexplainable. He saw me too. He seemed confident of what to do as he came forward towards me with a smile. That smile. I had almost forgotten it but yet it seemed so much a part of me. Though the air was nippy and I was cold from the wetness in my skin, his smile brought me warmth, the warmth which he had given me all those years suddenly glowed in my heart. Though after a few seconds, I smiled back and made my way to him. We shook hands, almost hugged. Then, silence for a few moments.

“Here, let me take that!” he said. He took my medium-sized traveling bag from my hand and placed it on the luggage rack. As I found my seat I found out that he was sitting right opposite me. The insane gut feeling. After I settled on to my seat, he sat opposite me and we smiled. “It’s been so long! How are you?”. He replied,”Good. I recently met Shailu and she filled me in on most of you.” I said,”Oh, Shailu does have contacts with most from our class.”
As we talked on about what we were doing ,what everybody else we knew was doing I realized how comfortable this was, how easy this felt. I had imagined meeting him again and I had played out this scene a 1000 times in my head but never did I imagine it will be so easy, so simple, despite of our history, of the fact that it has been five years since we broke up.

We met in the beautiful campus of St.Peter’s. He was a year senior to me. But our similar passions brought us together in many a clubs and associations. Always on the same squad but always skirmishing about how to implement ideas we both agreed on. Most of the times we will work together and come up with the most wonderful concepts, only to end up fighting on some trivial matter about the execution. Similar thoughts but different styles was the point. Through all of this, somewhere along the way, we had fallen in love. And we didn’t even have to say it to each other it was just something that we both realized. We became part of each other.

The conversation carried on as the rain lashed out on the closed windows. Suddenly, the smile on his face brightened and he got up. He moved as she came and took the seat right opposite to mine. He sat next to her. She was beautiful and they looked very good together. Though I figured she was, when he introduced her as his wife my heart paced up. She had a warm genuine smile, the kind that will make you feel good no matter what.
I said I hadn’t known he was married and congratulated them. I sounded truly excited and happy.

The three of us talked. She told me about their meeting and marriage and I told her about him in college. He listened, correcting facts, denying my stories. It was a pleasant conversation that was picking up just as the train was picking up speed. As I watched them I suddenly thought I would have maybe I should have, been in her place. If things hadn’t changed the way they did I would have been his wife. But looking at them made me realize how perfect this is. They were lovely together; they looked like they were in love and they were.

We were lovely together. Everyone knew about us. Everyone thought we will be the couple to make it to the forever category. We looked like we were in love everyday for the four years we were together, one year of which he was in a city far away. We made that work, a long distance relationship between a final year student and a busy new trainee. On the day of my farewell party he came down and surprised me. He took me to the lonely station near our college and proposed to me. He promised me in words the forever I knew he promised with his heart all these years. And I said NO!

As the rain continued despite the train moving through new towns with isolated stations so did our words and my thoughts. He had introduced me to his wife as a college mate, but I think she knew. There was a smile on my face that was sincere. I was happy for him. But there was also a pain in my heart. As silly as it was to me, suddenly, all I wanted to do was scream and cry out loud. The tears came close to bursting out the confines of their glands but some force stopped them. I played with my ring, looked out of the window, looked at the small kid trying to eat his sandwich but my eyes wandered back to them and my mind was swept back to the twin thoughts.

As I said it was only a three hour journey. In no time my stop was there .As the train pulled into abandoned station he helped me with my bag to the door. Before, I had told my bye-bye’s to her and asked them to keep in touch, hoping in my heart that they did not. The train stopped and I got down .He got down with me and handed me my bag. As we stood, face to face , my eyes finally gave way to those tears .He hugged me. A second later the guards whistle started screeching and he got back on the train. With that warm smile of his, he waved and I waved back hoping that this moment does not repeat once again. An insane gut feeling telling me it will not.

He was stunned. He looked blank as I tried to figure out what I had just said. After I said NO, I had given him an explanation of sorts as to why I made this choice and I know it made no sense to him because it didn’t make sense to me. It had been raining that night and after hearing me out he had looked at me and smiled. That was what I didn’t need then and the tears flowed out as suddenly as the rain stopped. He got up, hugged me. As the horn of some car screamed, breaking the silence that surrounded us, he left me. Held my hand for a second smiled that smile of his and walked out. Leaving me alone with this decision I had made based on some insane gut feeling in the same lonely station where we once walked with our hands bundled together.

I stood in that pouring rain. The water seeping through my clothes and was clinging to myself. My hand held that wooden bench in the corner of the desolate railway station, which was getting sopping in the water. If you were to hold your palm out and

catch the water that dripped off my face. If you were to pour a drop of it down your throat, the saltiness in it would be evident. The tears were pouring with a fury greater than the rain. The train made its way out of the station. The tears stopped flowing. It was like my senses had taken a break The rain had also softened to a drizzle. As I stood there watching the now distant train I felt a hand on my shoulders. And there he was with this smile of his. I hugged him and whispered ‘I missed you, I need you and above all I Love You’. A soft voice whispered back, ”I love you too”.

I came back to reality and saw the girl next to him, his wife. He understood my quizzical look and giggled. He muttered, “Shivani (that's me), meet Kaajal, my colleague and part of the drama enacted to get my love back”. I smiled and punched his arms. We walked out of the station, hand in hand. And I felt warm . I felt the glow inside my heart that has been there for the last one year I have been married to him. An insane gut feeling also lead to this decision .The rain drizzled on, making someone complain, and bringing a smile to me. My life was changed once again, in the same Deserted/Neglected Station.

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TIME TRAVEL

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The year is 3867 and human race has settled in many other planets other than earth. The robots with artificial intelligence are now more intelligent than all of the human intelligence put together. The technology now enables to have a single 10.25mm chip to have all the known knowledge of the universe. The human race has mutated too fast that by this time, there are more than twelve subspecies in the species of “sapiens”. “Homo” had remained as the only genus to represent non-extinct beings in the “Homidae” Family.

Travel is at a speed greater than light but still E=mc2 doesn’t help much in time travel as imagined. Travel across solar systems is supposed to be done during week ends to visit relatives. Vineet was not much of a winner in this age and he usually dreamed of how his future would be. He had got his knowledge implanted from the Famous Massachusetts Institute of technology which boasted of being in existence for more than 18 centuries. Oh, I forgot as usual, Knowledge was implanted as study was calculated to be a time taking process. For his hobby Vineet explored across solar systems in low speed aircraft's to get a view of interesting planets and interesting sub-species.

And this was one of such trips when his space ship crash landed into a green looking planet. Luckily before his space ship went out of control he had signaled his position with a SOS signal. He stayed in his space craft for a couple of hours even after the crash before taking the risk to get out. He was thinking why the safety patrol hasn’t reached there yet. He took his first steps on the seemingly uninhabited planet. The energy producer of the space craft had stopped working. It was a bit dark as the “Star” was hidden by clouds. He roamed around and reached a sand filled place which looked like a beach shore except that the beach was missing and it was not a desert too as the sand was cold. He felt sleepy – he took his sleeping bag, got into it and slept.

He woke up feeling normal hunger. He was about to get up from his sleeping position when lot of arms clutched his arms and face. Vineet heard voices and when the arm around his face moved he was able to see eleven people with angry faces. When his implanted knowledge started getting him a few answers he was able to figure out that they were all of different sub-species of his own species sapiens. And thanks to his MIT knowledge he was able to figure out that now all 12 sub-species of the species “sapiens” were present in that place. At last somebody spoke “Leave him, he is just like us”.

He talked for some time and came to know each one of them had a similar experience of crash landing on this planet and they were suspecting some fool play. They talked to each other in a group, somebody shared his food. It was almost 24 hours since Vineet’s craft had crash landed on the planet. Suddenly they all saw a huge craft of the Safety patrol landing and soon they were carried to the patrol’s craft. All were seated in a cabin when a group of androids came in loaded with laser guns.

One of the androids spoke “Thanks gentle men for helping us. This will be painless because before you brain could sense the pain in any part of your body the brain itself would have vaporized”. Vineet would have shit his pants but instead the word came from his mouth, “Shit, what do you mean?”. The android replied “You were part of an experiment to test whether this planet is inhabitable by your species, you all survived for 24 hours or more so the test is passed”. Vineet got pissed off and said “what!!!! You test in-habitability with live beings? You people are Crazy or what?”

The Android replied “Yes, no technology has been honed to test in-habitability of your species, so we use live species that is you human beings. Moreover lab rats have been extinct for more than fifteen centuries, as far as any other queries ask your forefathers in hell, Good bye gentlemen”, "Damn with the android’s sense of humor", thought Vineet. And the laser guns moved swiftly and vaporized the twelve species.

Vineet’s brain flashed only one thought when he got up, “What’s the purpose of being in the future”. So next you kill a rat remember that its grand-grand-son could some day save your grand-grand-son..

P.S : Kindly bear with my first attempt in this genre (Sci-fi)

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A New Life - 2

You have read the first part of this story in my last post and this is the concluding part.. Hope you enjoy reading it.. To read the first part, Click here. Am really happy that many liked the first part and eagerly wait for the sequel. Here it is unfolding..

Riya called the office and said that both of them are taking the rest of the day off. She held Tara's hand throughout the taxi ride, back home. Once she opened the doors of her house, Tara broke down. Tears freely flowed from her eyes. Her tears knew no bound. As her tears broke all boundaries Riya held her in her arms. She rocked the shivering frame of Tara in her arms as she would do when her little daughters cried. She knew how to console them, but here she didn't. So she just held her and let her weep her heart out. She strongly believed that tears can make her feel light.

Riya left at about seven in the evening. Her husband had called her thrice since her kids had fever. By then Tara had stopped crying and she asked Riya to leave. She actually kicked Riya out with the promise that she would call her every hour and that she’d pick up her calls. Krish had called at some point and said he will be late. Riya spoke with him. But Tara didn't want him to know the results till he reach home.

Now she was alone. She was completely blank about the results doctor gave. The questions how, where, when, why ran through her head. Her head started banging. She bundled the free flowing hairs, wiped her face and got out of the couch. Now a little more cleared she stood at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and thought back. She thought about every injection she had taken. That should be the only way. She had never had transfusion and she was a faithful wife. And she trusted Krish. The doctor had said he should be tested too.

It frustrated her. She still didn’t know how. Infact she started doubting the results. Her mind kept telling her the only way it could have happened. Her heart kept denying it. No, her heart screamed each time her brain with all its resources said, Krish.

That night as the rain poured down, Krish entered his apartment completely drenched, calling out, "Tara where are you?! Why didn't you switch on the lights? Get me a towel na, am drenched".As he switched on the light he saw Tara sitting with a blank expression on the divan. He walked towards her, talking to her. He laid his hands on her shoulder, turned her towards him and told, "Tara.... Tara... What happened to you?". Tara’s ears only registered the rain. She freed herself from him and moved away silently wiping her tears. She showed him her report. He sat down and read it. Tears glistened at the edge of his eyes. He looked at her. She held her tears back and with her eyes and her soul asked him to say no. He just sat there with the tears that did not fall.

She stood up wiping her tears, picked her packed bag and walked towards the door. He ran behind her, trying to stop her. He stopped her as she opened the door. He said " Am sorry Tara. We should talk. Come to our house. Please Tara..". As she waited for the lift, he kept begging her to come in. As the lift doors started closing she muttered, "Go to a doctor Krish”. As the rain water hit down the taxi window, it secretly hid her tears that were flowing uncontrollably along the window pane too.

It has been three years since then. Tara is on medication. She cannot do a number of things herself. She has to take care of infections, even the normal cold’s. She works from home. Its not because colleagues in her office have an issue, its because it gives her time to do all the other things she is doing for herself. Even then she still has at least one fight with her boss everyday. That makes her relax a bit. She works with an orphanage for special kids. They are the kids with HIV- positive status. Kids who probably did not have too long to live. Kids love her. Krish had left her his life’s earnings before he passed away. It has been three months since his decease. Now she uses that money to help these kids realize their small dreams before their eyes close to a dreamless sleep.

~~~THE END~~~

P.S : Now do you accept this is a story that happens to someone near us?

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A New Life - 1

This is a story I wrote many days back. I have divided the story into two parts. The first part is published here and after 2 days the concluding part will be published. This CAN'T be considered as a complete fictional work. I have mixed up series of events that happened in many lives I have seen and wrote this story. This may not be your story. But this is certainly the story that can happen to the girl next door. Ahh, I gave in lots of information about the story I guess. So friends, off to the story..

The sun filtered in through the cream curtains. She had been awake for sometime but had stayed in bed looking at the balcony through the little opening between the curtains. She finally got out of the bed. The clock read 8. Breakfast had been made but Krish was nowhere to be seen. She picked up the newspaper and poured herself a cup of coffee. Krish came inside the room after a bath. He hugged her and gave a small peck on her cheek and said, "I have made breakfast and now I am going to get ready for office.” She smiled and told, "Am really lucky Krish. Chal, get ready and I will get your boxes ready".

Minutes later she was at the door seeing him off. “Hey my dear Husband, come back early. We have an appointment today. Don’t forget”. He got his keys and shouted, “Haan Haan dear I will come early though I wonder if you will be ready.” The lift he was waiting for reached their floor and the doors opened. She waved at her hubby. The lift door closed and she went back in.

Mrs. Tara Krish read the small sign on her door. She worked as an interior designer for a private firm. She went in to see that they were already 7 messages from her boss. She put down her jute hand-bag and went to meet him. She came back in some minutes from his room, muttering under her breath and gritting her teeth. Quite a usual ritual. Riya, Tara's best buddy came in and Tara started her monologue. “What does he think of himself Riya? Work late. Come early. Blah Blah!!”. Riya smiled.

Lunch meant meals with Riya and gossip about nothing and everything. And of course, a cup of piping hot coffee. That afternoon she told Riya that she had the doctor’s appointment. Riya said, "Thank God, finally you are going. I have been saying this for a long time and it dawned now for you. Anyways its ok Tara". That day after lunch she had a meeting and so her session with Riya was cut short. She just had two minutes for her everyday routine afternoon-lunch call from Krish.

It was Five in the evening. Krish was at their apartment ready and waiting. Tina’s meeting had extended slightly and the traffic also seemed to have decided to keep them from their doctor’s appointment. The phone rang and Krish picked it. It was Tara. She said, "I am coming directly to the clinic. You start from home. Don't forget to lock the doors properly. Come soon, OK! I am feeling a little worried.” He said he’d be there.

As she sat in the waiting room her hand flipped through a magazine. Her eyes kept traveling back and forth between the watch in her hand and the clock on the wall. Her watch was ten minutes fast. She looked at the baby pictures that adorned the walls and smiled. Hopefully. Krish and she had been married for three and a half years. They had planned to start a family after one year or something. But things never seemed right until now. And now she was at THE gynecologist’s clinic in the city. It was supposed to be her first meeting with the doctor. A check-up.

That night, after the check up, they had dinner outside at their favourite restaurant. Then they had ice-cream before they went home. The check up issue was forgotten.

Two days later, at about six in the evening Tara's cell rang. She was attending her second yoga class of that week. It was the clinic. The voice said her results had come in. She asked when she could come and collect it. The voice said that the doctor wanted to talk to her about the results and that she could arrange for an appointment at 1pm the next day. Tara's heart skipped a beat. Her mind screamed, 'Don’t tell me I can’t have a baby'. But her voice spoke," Is something wrong?” The lady on the other end said that it should be nothing and asked weather tomorrow was convenient for her. She said, "Yes."

The next day after a few minutes of convincing her boss, Tara went and met Riya. She asked Riya to come along with her to the doctor’s. Tara was very worried which was evident by the nervous look she gave Riya. As the taxi rushed past another traffic signal, she said, "Ree, I haven’t told Krish about this". Riya said, "Tara, you are worrying over nothing. The doctor just wants to meet you. Maybe she wants you to take supplements or something. It can even be a plan that she wants to devise for your pregnancy.". At this solace Tara smiled slightly but her brain and its overactive imagination cells were working very hard indeed. They were calculating all the permutations and combinations about the doc's visit.

They had to wait for about five minutes. And then they had to wait another five minutes inside the doctor’s office as she answered some personal call in the next room. The doctor, a woman of late fifties came in apologizing to both Tara and Riya. They smiled. As the doctor looked at Riya questioningly, Tara said, " Doctor, She’s my friend and I asked her to accompany me". The doctor asked, "And your husband?". She lied that he was busy with a client meeting. The doctor said " I would have liked it if Krish is here with you". Tara smiled and replied in a definite tone, "This arrangement is perfect"

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Beauty

I remember reading a story once about a man who was exploring some caves by the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled up some clay and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, to pass the time, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could throw. He thought little about it until he dropped one of the balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone. Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of rupees worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of rupees in treasure, he could have had tens of thousands, but he just threw it all away.

You know sometimes, it's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling so we discount it; we see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person. There is a treasure hidden in every one of us. We are wonderfully made. Not just our physical bodies, our spiritual selves, which are sometimes hidden from others by the "earthen vessel." But if you take the time to get to know that person, and if you ask the Spirit to show you that person the way He sees them, then the brilliant gem begins to shine forth. The glory of a relationship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him. This trust cannot be achieved through external appearances. The belief, one have in the inner spirit/character earns good relationships.

Outwardly appearances/beauty are many times deceptive. It is not always correct to make judgment about anything by its exterior appearance. One cant find the real worth of any one just by seeing his external appearances. Not all who looks decent outside are decent inside too. One should be judged only by their characters and not by their outward appearance. In real life situation, many crooks, by their outward attitude and behavior, make themselves appear to be gentlemen and noble people. That is why there is a famous proverb saying “All that glitters is not gold”. So in every walk of life, one should always remember that outward appearances/beauty may not always be the truth and act accordingly.

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A.T.T.I.T.U.D.E

"Attitude is the way you mentally look at the world around you.
It is how you view your environment and your future.
It is the focus you develop toward life itself."

One day all the employees of a very unusual company reached their office and all saw a big sign on the main door which said this . . .

'Yesterday, the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym.'
In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that person who hindered the growth of their colleagues and the company itself?
The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought - 'Who is this person who was hindering my progress?'

One by one the intrigued employees got closer to the coffin. When they looked inside it, they suddenly became speechless. They all got to stand near the coffin, and all ended up shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see themselves! There was also a sign next to the mirror that said: 'There is only one person who is capable of setting limits to your growth and IT IS YOU!'

This is just a story, but it really does convey lot of meaning. Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your husband or wife changes, when your company changes, when your church changes, when your location changes, when your money changes, when your status changes.. No, your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs.

Be proud of whatever you are!
Be proud of your strengths!
Be proud of your weaknesses as well!

Because there is no positive without a negative. Nature loves symmetry. Did scientists ignore electrons because they had a negative charge, and look at only the positive protons? Nope. And now, because they did not ignore electrons, we have an array theories and applications, which makes life a lot more interesting, simpler, and understandable.

Philosophers may say, "Look at the positive side". I don't. When approached by an adverse situation, I think, "How can I approach this and conquer this? Through its positive effect or negative effect?". In certain cases, your weaknesses turn into strengths. In certain cases, come to think about it, your negatives turn positives. And like Stephen Hawkings, you might discover that the negatives are absorbed by the good ol' black hole, leaving only positives (Theory of entropy of Black Holes - explosion of Black Holes) Attitude is everything. Even the worst situation can be handled with ease, if our attitude is right! No matter where you are in the world, if you decided something to do deep from your heart.. It is the thought that matters, not where you are! Attitude is everything!

I recently saw an poster mentioning about attitude. The poster had the following words on them, 'Bad attitude? Flush it and move on!'. Though it may sound absurd on the first take, it does convey lot of significance. Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses. Be a winner, build yourself and your reality. It's the way you face life itself that makes the difference.

P.S : This post is truly my own perspective of approaching and defining Attitude. What's your take on this?!

With Love,

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This is more than a Story..

This is purely a Fiction. Any resemblance of incidents or characters occuring in this story is purely co-incidental.

Guy's, this would've happened in our life at some point. This is just a post, that kindles all your emotions.

Time and time again, I forgave you. I've forgiven you for things that I swore to myself I'd never forgive someone for... and here you are, still hurting me, and I still forgave you..

"Ever noticed that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more", she said as I finished my cup of coffee. Nandini was heartbroken and was madly in love with a boy she met in her college. She was badly hurt because the guy ditched her! She was hurt and demanded answers for some of the very obvious questions of life. She wanted to know why we all fall for someone. Isn’t it unfair on part of the God to first make us fall for someone and then teach us how to forget him? Tell me how can I forget him now? She asked me.

I sat there in front of her carrying a heart that has experienced love and loss more than anyone else I thought. Memories of my past just flashed in front of me and I couldn't help but revisit those memories just to tell her how love sometimes teaches you the best lessons you wouldn't learn otherwise. Sometimes - no matter how long, or how much you love someone, they will never love you back and somehow you have to learn to be okay with that. I began my story to pacify her.

I met this guy Rakshit in my school back in my 8^th class. He was one of my closest friends in school. We were in the same class till 12 when I moved out to pursue engineering at some other place and he continued his medical studies there itself. By the time I was in 12^th, we had spent enough time to know each other very well. We did some projects together in school that brought us more close to each other. I was sure that I had some very intense feelings for him but those never translated into words because I was not ready for it. I was a child back then, didn't know what love actually means. What I knew was that, there was a guy who makes me happy all the time, there was a guy whose happiness meant more to me than my own, there was a guy who impressed me beyond limits with his charm and intellect!

The time had come for us to part as the schools finished.
"I would like to thank you, for showing me a part of myself that I have never seen. Yeah we were young and dumb, but it still was fun and I guess these things just tend to fall apart and I hope you feel the same" was my message to him as we bid farewell to each other promising to be in touch forever!

I took my friendship for granted. I never confessed my love for him for I wasn’t sure. I thought it might be temporary like the one we term infatuation. I was sure I will move on. It was my confidence in my ability to find happiness in new days, new places and in people that desisted me from proposing to him that time and later, I knew I was wrong.

Life after school wasn't much easy. It was a new place, new people. As time passed, I realized I was missing him. There was vacuum in my life and something inside me wanted to talk to him, see him. I was frustrated because I couldn't tell if it was real. Mad because I didn't know how he felt. Upset because we couldn't make it right. Sad because I needed him. Aggravated because he wouldn't understand my feelings. Disappointed because we couldn't be together, but still I thought I loved him more than ever. A year had passed by then. I contacted him at times but mostly we were busy in our own separate worlds.

One day, almost a year later I picked up my phone and called him up
"Happy Birthday Rakshit" I said.
"Thanks Sreya, How are you?" he replied back. Formal questions followed the conversation and I sensed some change in his attitude towards me. I didn’t know what it was. I avoided reaching to any conclusion all by myself.

From someone I came to know that he knew I had feelings for him and he was upset and "angry", because I betrayed his trust(?) and friendship(!). I enquired this from our common friends but no one could tell me the reality.

I thought I might lose him if I ever tell him about myself now. Gradually, we both started settling in our own lives. I tried calling him a few times but every time he answered only my questions and the conversation was no more than a formality. I wanted him to at least tell me why was he angry? He could have cleared any misunderstanding with me because I was his friend first. But he never did that. Instead he started avoiding me. He tried avoiding me to such an extent that he wouldn’t even come for the annual reunions during Diwali just because I used to come there.

He never tried to contact me and it was me who tried to contact him. Years passed in this fashion. We had absolutely no direct contact. Sometime you just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye. One day I decided to forget him and move on in my new life after finishing college. I spent my college life finding answers to some of the questions that life throws at us. I tried getting close to other people in my college but I was never able to come out of his thoughts. Some temporary phases of forgetting him, I diverted my mind in music, dance. But then again he used to resurface, his thoughts, his charm, everything in fact. In the process of finding my true self, I lost many relations including the love of a few very close friends just because I couldn’t love them back. After all, every relation expects love in return.

I think one cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: how far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him. My situation was also similar. Whatever I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him. With passing time, the thoughts started changing and I got used to it.

Some 6 months later, I went home for a vacation. As usual, I was supposed to meet my friends during Diwali.

"Hi Sreya, Listen Rakshit is here too, He wants to meet you personally. Can you meet him tomorrow?" said one of our common friend ( his best friend) on phone. He told me that Rakshit wanted to meet me and he wanted both of us to be friends again (??!!?!). I didn't know what to reply .I could not find any answer and I agreed meeting him.

Next day I had to meet him.

The whole night I thought about my life - PAST, PRESENT & THE FUTURE. Someone had become a part of my life in those forgone years. 6 years was a long time. It took him 6 years to understand the basic fundamentals of friendship and love. So what if in the beginning he came to know I loved him, he would have told me if he didn’t have such thoughts on me, I would have accepted it gladly. We were close friends first and feelings developed later! He thought, we could still be friends.

I had achieved success in every field with the blessings of my parents and loved ones and in every happy phase of my life, my parents and friends stood by me. If I look back today, whenever I was sad, it was because of him. If I ever cried , it was because of him. I could find him in all the past moments of my life whenever I was in sorrow. Did he deserve another chance?? Or did he even deserve meeting me ever again? I asked this question to myself knowing that a part of me desperately wanted to meet him. But I knew, I had a clear answer.

The next day, I met every other friend of mine except him. Before leaving my hometown, I sent him a letter through my friend. The letter said

Rakshit,

You know I was not completely over you. You used to cross my mind several times a day, but with each one of those times, a feeling of contempt also used to pass through my heart. This happened enough, my heart became completely hardened to you, and I got to the point where you don't affect me anymore. Almost everything in life is easier to get out of, except when in love.

Getting out of love isn't that difficult too, if only you realize that the one who hurts you can never be the one who deserves you. I have learnt lessons in life over the years. There were reasons we met, reasons for the good times and reasons for the bad times, and most importantly a reason to end. We have more to learn, more to experience and more loving to do in this lifetime may be not together. I hope it teaches you some lesson!

Goodbye!

Sreya

And this time, Goodbye was forever! I never thought about him again the way I used to before this day.

I knew Love has taught me a lesson for life! Life moves on and you overcome challenges of love, attraction and obsession. I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer. However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard names.. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things or friends. Things do not change, we change. Friends don't change , situations change. If you are destined to get someone, you will get him/her and if you are not , you won’t ,even if you try. So leave it to God! Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, Because the flow that has passed will never pass again. So never waste time for people who are not worth it!

If I had my life to live over again, I will not change it because the life so far has taught me some of the best lessons of life, love and loss!

As I finished my story, I looked at Nandini. She was wearing a heavy smile on her face. "Mom, I love you", saying this she hugged me and I knew my daughter got all her answers!

At one point of time, we all would've had a heartbreak/grief. But when we start learning the bitter truth of life, we will really start loving the life. In this process, sometime we may sit near a window with a hot cup of tea, watch the drizzles of rain hitting your face, think of all those incidents which happened in our past. That will make you understand, though your past changed your course, it would've given you the best. Love your life and live it.

P.S : Hey how is this? Liked it eh?!

With Love,

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Gratitude

According to legend, a young man while roaming the desert came across a spring of delicious crystal-clear water. The water was so sweet he filled his leather canteen so he could bring some back to a tribal elder who had been his teacher.
After a four-day journey he presented the water to the old man who took a deep drink, smiled warmly and thanked his student lavishly for the sweet water. The young man returned to his village with a happy heart, as his teacher appreciated his gesture !
Later, the teacher let another student taste the water. The student spat it out, saying it was awful. It apparently had become stale because of the old leather container.
The student challenged his teacher and out of curiosity asked: "Master, the water was foul. Why did you pretend to like it?"
The teacher replied with a smiling face: "You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter"!!!

We may understand this lesson best when we receive innocent gifts of love from young children. Whether it's a crushed paper painting or a clay figure, the natural and proper response is appreciation and expressed thankfulness because we love the idea and affection within the gift. Gratitude doesn't always come naturally.Unfortunately, most children and many adults value only the thing given rather than the feeling embodied in it. We should remind ourselves and teach our children about the beauty and purity of feelings and expressions of gratitude. After all, gifts from the heart are really gifts of the heart!! Also, when we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest of appreciation is not to utter mere words, but to live by them. The essence of all beautiful art, all great art is gratitude!

Gratitude is the sign of noble souls and the memory of it is stored in the heart and not the mind! The next time you receive any gifts from anyone, no matter however small it may be,remember the love behind and don't judge the gift with its appearance! Have a deep sense of gratitude for whatever you receive in life and be thankful to Almighty that there is some one around to care and think for you...

With Love,

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Life..

It has been a long time since I wrote something about life. Recently I read a story which provoked me to write this article. The story goes like this.

Once a very rich man from America visited a Saint in India, He entered the small abode of this famous saint and saw that there was no furniture in his house. The saint invited him and gave him water to drink.
A bit uncomfortable as he was trying not to offend this great saint he asked,
“You are a great man but where is your furniture?”
The saint replied
“Where is yours?”
The Rich man said “Well I am just a visitor to this place”
The saint replied “Aren’t we all.”

If we look and think deeper about this story, we may understand a beautiful concept about life. After our birth, we live in this world amidst various people showing love, care, affection, hatred to us. We fight so much with fellow human beings for justifying our rights. Everywhere we see feuds for money, power and many more. Terrorism is on the heights and these people (Terrorists) needs to see blood everywhere. Why don't we understand the true concept of life. Mostly clashes and problems arise in a family (mostly joint families) because of the money. Money may/can change the mentality of the spectator and has the power to change his perspective on life. After our death, are we going to take this money for which we fight so much? The answer is a big NO. The only thing which is going to accompany us, after our death is our Karma. Earn good relationships with every fellow human being, that's a great asset, because you can't satisfy many. Once my mom told me, "In life, Its not the number of persons who is with you when you live in this world. Its only the number of people who misses you even after you die and silently shreds a tear in your memory". I never understood the real meaning until I faced a big loss in my life. It changed my perspective. Live your life happily. Achieve something when you live. Always remember, two things in life:

• We have only one life
• We don't bring anything to this world and we don't take anything with us after death

Take a deep breath, relax yourself. Ease all the pressures off your shoulders and approach the life with a big smile on your face and life will treat you in a best way. Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

Let your dreams come true.

With Love,

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Lesson for Life!

Hi. I read this article recently. It changed my perspective of approaching things. Just thought of sharing it with you! You won't regret for being here and reading this post of mine. Here comes my latest post..

Tarun belongs to a very rich family. He always spends lavishly on his father's money. One day, his father took him on a trip to the country side with the purpose of showing him how poor people live in poverty. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son. "How was the trip Tarun? Did you enjoy?"

Tarun replied, "It was great, Dad"

"Did you see how poor people live?", the father asked.

"Oh yeah", said Tarun

"So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?", asked the father.

The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end… We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them"

Tarun's father was speechless. He was really spellbound by his reply. He wanted him to learn about how people live without large amount of money! But he learnt something else.

Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are"

Tarun learnt the LESSON OF LIFE!

Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?

It makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have

Appreciate and be thankful to every single thing you have and value every single relationship you have!!

My mom is incomparable. She taught me everything and its because of her, Now I tell everyone proudly, 'I am what I am'. I have the best dad who loves me irrespective of whatever mistakes I do. Though I Fight with my sister and shout at her, She is the best. I have a best set of friends who love me (Atleast to what I know, they like me). I thank the Almighty for all the best I have!

I believe in a proverb,"The pen is the tongue of the mind", hence i started writing. I can feel the difference in my style of writing from my first blog to this one! Its all because of my blogging buddies! I also thank you people for extending your appreciations you gave for all my writings till date.

I go with William Shakespeare in telling my thanks to everyone by quoting, "I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks"

With Love,

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Krishna Leela

Hello everyone! Thanks for your support till date. Am feeling really elated after reading all the comments that appears on my Comments section. Those who read my blog from the very first post would have known that my posts will mostly contain

• 55 Fictions (By this time people would have got bored with them..)
• Some Tags
• My musings!

So this time thought of writing something from the epic - MAHABHARATHA.

We know about the Pandavas and the story behind the the great 18 day Kurukshethra war! Among the 5 Brothers Dharma Alias Yudhishtra is the one who never told any lies under any circumstances. Its because of that reason, the chariot in which he travels doesn't touch the ground (Einstein is unanswerable for this one!!). Am not here to discuss about science or anything else. Just wanted to share a story or it can be considered as the ploy of Lord Krishna!

It was the 17th day of the the war Kurukshethra. Bheeshma was on the bed of arrows, still Dhronacharya was there. Seventeenth day could be the judgement day! Krishna was planning meticulously and was advising Arjuna about the pros and cons of the dharma behind war and relationship, which confused him. Aswathama and Dhronacharya came to the battlefield on behalf of Kauravas! Ashwathama is the son of Dhronacharya, the Guru of Pandavas and Kauravas. Ashwathama is a very good archer and the plot he devised for the battle bemused both Krishna and Arjuna. The battle saw the wonderful battling display of Dhronacharya and Ashwathama. Arjuna was visibly shaken as he has to fight with his guru! He approached Krishna for the solution.

Krishna: What Partha (another name of Arjuna)? How is your mind-set?

Arjuna: Krishna, Am afraid. I have to battle with my guru. Am panic-stricken! I don't have the belief.

Though Krishna advised Arjuna he knows the strengths of both Ashwathama and Dhronacharya. So he contrived a plan to win both of them in a tricky manner. He wanted to tell something to rock Dhronacharya. He wanted Dhronacharya to believe the plans he mused. In the battle field an elephant with the name Ashwathama died from attack. Krishna wanted to use that to make Dhronacharya tremble. Krishna wanted to relate the death of elephant to Archer Ashwathama.

Compared to Ashwathama, Dhronacharya was a better archer. So Krishna wanted him to fall for the arrows of Arjuna first. He approached Yudhishtra and told him the machinated plan. But Yudhishtra refused thinking that Krishna is making him to commit the biggest sin - Telling a Lie. According to Manu Dharma "He who is responsible for a death of any living being irrespective of his direct involvement, shall thy be considered as the biggest sin". Yudhishtra recollected this quote to Krishna. Dharama putra told, "O Krishna, even if I tell the truth about the death of the elephant it will result in the death of Dhronacharya. Please don't make me to commit the sin of my life". Krishna persuaded Dharma to tell those lines, the lines which is going to be dreaded for Kauravas. Yudhishtra told those lines in a higher voice. The lines were:

अस्वत्तामा हथम् कुण्जरः

अस्वत्तामा - Ashwathama

हथम् - is dead

कुण्जरः - Elephant

These lines convey the meaning, Ashwathama is dead, which is an elephant.

You may wonder what is the Krishna's leela here! When Yudhishtra was telling "अस्वत्तामा हथम् (Conveying the meaning - Ashwathama is dead)", Lord Krishna took his Conch, Pancha Janya, and blew it. Thus making it difficult for Dhronacharya to understand the last words of Yudhishtra, which had the exact meaning of the phrase. The words which Dhrona heard imparted the meaning "Ashwathama is dead". Dhrona was completely jolted after learning that his son died in the war against Pandavas. Before getting back to his senses Dhrishtadhyumna's (Brother of draupadi) arrows pierced his pectus. The moment Dhrona's last breath escaped, Yudhishtra's Chariot hit the ground with a thud.Arjuna was greatly saddened because he wanted to capture Dhrona alive. It is said that Drona's soul, by meditation had already left his body before Dhristadyumna could strike

Though Krishna didn't meant anything wrong for Dhronacharya, its the role played by the conch of Krishna that played a pivotal role in this Kurukshethra war. This was the only incident in the whole Mahabharatha where a life is lost because of the verity. Did the phrase "Truth alone triumphs" is true in this case?!

I don't know how many of them liked this. But still thought of sharing with you all. Do write all your opinions about this post in my Comments Section!

I am dedicating this post to the Greatest Blogger - Indian Pundit, who asked me, infact fought with me and made me to accept that 'people understands the religious value of gita!'. It provoked me and here I am with this post!!

With Love,

The Gita Verses present in this post have been translated by my friend Sripriya and without checking the meaning am publishing it! So please forgive if it has some errors

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