Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Communiqué.

Introducing my series of short deep stories for every interested inquisitive reader ( who go through my blog).
It feels great when your first ultra short story gets published by a 'page' on Facebook.

The link: https://mbasic.facebook.com/TheVibrantNewborns/photos/a.427659574061742.1073741829.418928691601497/663017793859251/?type=3&_ft_=og_action_id.663017883859242%3Atop_level_post_id.663017793859251%3Atl_objid.663017793859251%3Athid.418928691601497%3A306061129499414%3A69%3A0%3A1483257599%3A-801058379418927995&__tn__=E

The well written verse would be out soon.
Cheers!
P.S: Readers, Using words from other languages is not that easy. Let me know if my usage of the word is wrong. 

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

The unforgotten.

Somethings never get forgotten.
Something's shouldn't have happened.
Because, when they happen, they leave scars. Scars, which don't mix with the skin easily.
Life is strange. It potentially shows you the highs and then, all of a sudden, commands you to start forgetting them.
Funny, isn't it?
When you snatch a toy from an infant, he cries. Are we, mature people, expected not to cry when things get snatched from us?
Aren't we immature, deep down, in our little hearts?
They say, life is full of zest. Kidding me? Crap.
Life is like that rude non- family man, who doesn't know anything except giving lessons.
Life is that hitler thing, which makes you learn hard notes.
Are we always expected to learn it the hard way?
Are we always expected to learn and learn and never have memories of good things?
Are we expected to become robots?
Then why make us humans, who feel and sense?
I Wonder why is it this way.
When a mother has to teach a lesson to her child, she scolds him, beats him, but, does she snatch away whatever he likes?
Whatever he loves?
You know, I feel scared now. Scared of every good thing that happens to me. Cause, I fear. I fear of the karma wheel. Since, I do not know what I will have to again sacrifice to pay for the little happiness I had.
Is life so scary? Is Karma so scary? Why?

I have lost people. People who were the dearest to me. People, who I could not be without. People who constituted an integral part of my world.


I wish life stops. I wish time stops.
I wish we could freeze. Memories freeze.
Atleast, they would not be hidden under the heap of bad memories, again.

Friday, 30 September 2016

Being Common is being monotonous!

Observations are often made of things which aren't very familiar to you. You often observe things which you don't get to see day in and day out. But, ever thought of observing your beloved ones, for an instance, your own father?

It was an unusual evening when my  father started chatting with me about various topics. Topics which obviously matched his standards and by which I mean scientific stuff and disciplinary stuff. Gradually, I started understanding why arguments take place between my mother and father, since they are from completely different backgrounds.

But, observing him for about an hour or two, I realised, I missed so much to see in him.

He is an introvert, like me, like every other capricorns are(usually)! A strict lover of discipline and silence, he at times treats us as jawans being trained in the NDA maybe. An absolute peace lover and a very knowledgable person(according to me), he is an orthodox bong father, who is trying to keep the pace with the times. However, he walks the path he wants to, irrespective of the fact whether the current generation agrees to it or even cares about it or not. A person who is a book worm( like me again) loves reading and pursuing interests in various fields, whichever his mind wants to pursue in that span of time. Interested in subjects like Electronics and communication, music, engineering, science and various other ( which you can get a hint by seeing the huge mini library at our house, I cordially invite you all, dear readers to visit us someday), he is basically a person who is a " अपने मन कि मालिक " type of a person. Doesn't cracks a lot of jokes and is highly ambitious. Expects me to be in the top most position in the near future, which I believe, is the birth right of every father!

He was narrating a story of how he was offered some naked cash in a briefcase, for his luxury.

In today's world, where there is a huge price hike and people are basically struggling to fulfil the basic needs or necessities, I often find people lamenting, complaining and regretting of getting such a life. Who would not want to get free cash to maybe enjoy luxury, comfort and gift his kids and wife precious gifts? Do morals still exist among people any more? Are humans aware of this term anymore in the 21st century of a 'digital life'?
( By the way, I salute PM Narendra Modi's struggle and initiatives in upgrading the standards of living of the less privileged, in every way possible. That was just a mockery of the widely used, recent, slogan of the millions!)

My father works in the steel producing sector. A chemical engineer himself, he is a proud, inquisitive man, who gathers knowledge from every end ( leaving literature, letting me wonder how is that possible? ). Recently, some person had purchased huge equipments and had basically offered him naked cash, so that, he could get things out straight. So that, things could not be legal. So that, my father would simply accept it as some expensive gift by some of his colleague.

My father is not a hardcore patriot. Neither does he work in the army. He could have easily accepted that 'expensive gift' to make us more happy. Why didn't he do so?

(My much admired readers would now think, what on Earth is wrong with me? Why do I ask a question after everything? Well, that's just my way of observing stuff!)

A place where even a 'help' can be payed in several ways, I had never expected my father to have rejected such a big deal Because, no common man would have. No middle class man would have even thought of rejecting that huge a deal.

My Father just did that, proving, he isn't a commoner.

Readers, my main motive in this huge piece was to prove that, you aren't classified as a commoner by the wages you earn ( excluding the thoughts of the society). A class is simply not defined by how much can you pay in your daughter's wedding, or how much can you ask for in your son's wedding; It doesn't depend on the type of furniture that you have or the type of decorated house you dwell in. Its just a state of mind. A mind, which can make you feel like Ambani one day, and again, make you feel like a popper the other day. Its a gameplay of the mind.

And, What is better than having a feeling, that can make you feel the best?

Not bragging about my father, but somewhere deep within, I feel, discipline shapes a person emotionally, physically, mentally and morally. Boring gets masked somewhere!