Hello

Posted: May 26, 2012 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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I said “Hello” to the thousand colourful lights that burst into the darkness. I forget if it was the night sky or my mind behind closed eyes. But anyway, the lights, they were there. I had not expected them, even though I had idly prayed for them. Do you know the feeling when you haven’t been sleeping well and you haven’t been eating and you feel too sad to even call it sadness, to talk about it, to think about it, when you get really tired, from within? And you feel so close to the universe, to the rhythm that makes the world go round, to places you never noticed before, to people you never knew? And the lights are those places and those people, and the colours are the shift of emotions on unknown faces. There is such a comfort in being unknown. All your suffering becomes a story, something unreal and sweet. Nothing is ugly anymore. Light as a feather, you fly on the cold night breeze, over cities and countries, quietly ob serving your own story unfolding in so many homes and so many faces. And it becomes alright. You don’t know what you’ll do when tomorrow comes. But you know you’ll do what the unknowns are doing and that is sure to work.

I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s the kind of time when you like to talk, you know. And I know you have nothing else to do. You’ll listen to anything to keep yourself from thinking, from being alone. Well, there was a time when I believed in only one half of the world. Light without darkness, love without selfishness, happiness without pain. And I believed in my uniqueness. And I believed life was about adding. Adding to yourself; adding love, esteem, experiences, money, wisdom. But life is a lot about subtraction too. Losing sense, innocence, love, scruples. But I still think it’s fair, it evens out, don’t you? And we’re not unique. I thought it would be an awful feeling, but it’s a little comforting. Just look at you, you look just like me. Your face turns from boredom to a slow sardonic smile, just like mine does. And that’s how the eyebrows go up, see. The same life-changing events are occurring in my ant-hill too. It&#039 ;s random. It doesn’t mean anything. We’re one of the bursts of light in a vast universe, momentarily meaningful, but unimportant between the millions of years gone by and the millions of years to come. Take comfort in the fact that whatever you do, it doesn’t affect anything. Not even yourself. There is great freedom for the unknowns. If you mess it up, some other unknown will get it right and it will be mathematically stable, it’s just a matter of odds, just a matter of probability.

What is it that you said? It doesn’t matter, I have your words in my throat and your voice in my brain. And I am possessive of my time when I talk. So well, there’s another thing I’d like to talk to you about. It’s something I don’t like about myself, something that scares me greatly. The thing is, my happiness, my well-being hugely depends on flesh and bones. There are a few well-known unknowns in my hill and I won’t survive without them. And you know very well, how fragile these unknowns, these bags of flesh and bones are. Fall off a flight of stairs, break your neck, poof! gone. It’s that simple. It makes sense to not care. Where one ant goes, thousands are born. But I can’t convince myself to stop caring. It makes me weak, eats into my freedom. It’s one thing to be unknown and free, it’s a wise compromise. But to be an unknown prisoner is not my cup of tea. And this caring ties me down when I fly off into the night sky, t o look at my story in your home. Was it the night sky or my mind behind eyes shut, I can’t recollect.

Rashmi Mishra

mona.rashmi@gmail.com

Yet Another Tirade :\

Posted: May 25, 2012 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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Hypocrisy surrounds me, I honestly do not know where to begin, my mind-set as of now being such that I am incapable to do anything other than just rant about a few people who have become experts in altering my mood in a record time.

Now, according to Wikipedia

“Education in its broadest, general sense is the means through which the aims and habits of a group of people lives on from one generation to the next. Generally, it occurs through any experience that has a formative effect on the way one thinks, feels, or acts. In its narrow, technical sense, education is the formal process by which society deliberately transmits its accumulated

1. Knowledge
2. Skills
3. Customs

And values from one generation to another”.

Now some of us agree with this, well of course we do, but then there are some , who are alien to the above mentioned concept of education.

I am almost scared to use the word “education” here, because the people I am talking about are probably not even aware of what the word actually stands for.

It happened around two months ago , when the Christmas for the “intelligent” ones was about to start , in this case it more or less spelt doom when the marks that were, naturally as low as they could get, beckoned my parents to meet a buffoon of a man , who had always reminded me of this real cruel bear who had once eaten up a young kid in a zoo in Kolkata , but I was too much of a child to sympathize with the parents back then . Yeah! So this man who resembled that big bear spoke to my mother ( not exactly “spoke” , more or less was trying to tell MY mother MY life history :\) and assuming in his unbalanced frame of mind that he could remark on MY future based on HIS misplaced sense of EDUCATION.

It might be interesting to note, that this person’s idea of making us seventeen year olds study was to threaten us with extra school hours filled with the usual dreadful (for some of us) subjects of Physics, Chemistry, Maths etc. ; whose concept of fun was solving that murky NCERT mathematics textbooks twice till at least the more “brainy” (in his opinion) ended up acing an equally vapid examination. Well obviously I was not born to make such a horrid mistake so naturally my parent had to meet him and listen to him whining, complaining, putting me down in front of my own mother (who is and will always be a LOT more wiser than that miserable human specimen) telling her in not so much words just how my behavior could affect the non-existent “reputation “of the buildings where they assemble us and treat us like cattle, well of course the cattle is treated much more gently .

At this point I would definitely like to mention that even the not so wise Ministry of Human Resource Development of India defines education as this

“Education is fundamental to our all-round development, material and spiritual.

Nowhere is it mentioned that this particular brand of “education” as we call it , requires a hundred per cent attendance , or needs of us to be demure and in fear of those who have wrongly been elevated to the status of a teacher (This is for those who definitely do not deserve to be called so). Or slogging it off into the wee hours of the night following their concept of “hard-work” only to wake before the sun rays hit our windows just so we are in time to attend a misnomer of a “meditation” session ,while THEY would be strutting around the cement structure ready to punish those of us who do not “meditate”. Leave the concept of “teaching”, “learning”, these individuals I speak of, are making a mockery out of almost everything that follows a method in which the notion of “understanding” plays a large role. I strongly feel that Amnesty International should start a branch aimed for “The Victims of Education” though if I were expected to be really honest about this; it should be confined to a particular region of this country we live in. Arranging two hundred and fifty students on the basis of their merit simply exposes the dullness of the mind behind the particular idea. Schools as they should be called no longer teach in the place where I exist, they more or less threaten. Martin Luther King Jr. had once stated that “Intelligence plus character is the true goal of education”. I am sure these shepherds I have come to loathe so much agree but let me enlighten you on their definition of Intelligence and Character.

#1. As a student you have a good character IF you –

Are Demure
Are Silent
Are Dull

Show visible signs of fear when one of the shepherd makes a pitiable attempt to fool you.
Pretend to be the five year old obedient kid they expect you to be (I am not even sure if five year olds are that obedient any more)

Treat a member of the opposite gender in the same manner that a lawyer would treat an accused in the court. In fact I strongly feel they should give up on the idea of co-education and start convents instead, and go on preaching about that misplaced idea of sensibility they claim to possess.

Dress up like a nun or a priest (pick one)

#2. As a student you are INTELLIGENT IF you-
DO NOT Flunk any subject
Show a keen interest in few subjects
Write brilliantly on those papers they give you while they test your vomiting skills.

Also the idea that a student can learn something from a book that is not the usual uninspiring text book, instead a good piece of literature also does not seem to enter their brains (but then again the question arises if they possess the much needed grey matter?) They consider it to be their fundamental right to go around projecting any sort of an image they want to , of that of a student , irrespective of the fact whether they have actually interacted with any . Well obviously, to most of you, all of it would seem exaggerated but then it is not and I say it without any doubt. I for one am glad that my “school-life” is over. Having changed eight schools , there was none where I ever doubted my capability , not only me , I do not remember having any class mate who used to agonize over the teacher’s comments , you see it was so simple , they were teacher s , not some shepherds . Nor did any school bring any of ours morale down like this hell-hole of a place di d , maybe because they had “Educated” people, not some random individuals who assume it to be all right to declare in front of a parent that their child’s future would be nothing but getting married off and leading the life that they are leading now.

Now that I think of it, I would just go with Mark Twain and not let my schooling interfere with my education. Because that seems to be the only sensible option , for I would rather survive on a healthy dose of literature rather than seeing few people’s idea of “Knowledge” “Customs” “Skills” and “Values” to be passed on as a down rated version of true learning that students actually need.

manviparashar23@gmail.com

http://www.theatheistdreamer.com/ 

Tears of the River

Posted: May 24, 2012 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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Have you ever spent a day on the riverbank?

Everything so extraordinarily kaleidoscopic yet morphine-like that you wish you lived there forever within the tranquillity of the cavernous warm water – Away from all troubles that consume you – And once you remote yourself from the blue’s yet again you get captured by the ecstasy offered by the straddling forest wilderness.

Every night when the natives go to sleep, the pastels of the trees start dancing to the beats of the wild breeze. Witnessed in the glint of moonlight by the symbol of wisdom – Owls, is a legend bizarrely flamboyant.

Deep within the forest lays a throbbing fairytale of the unconquerable river! The river is ever-changing yet eternal. It receives everlasting youth from the raindrops!

Have you ever seen beneath the disturbing layer of ripples and the foam, the river flowing? The rocks and stone-clad hills strive to slow it down. It remains unstoppable, hitting numerous rocks! The youthful river battles against. The edges on the sides constrict her, sometimes narrow down the path, widen all of a sudden and make the river believe that its fate has already been written. The river refuses it; it crushes the edges in madness; suddenly the ripples and the foam look more lively and shimmery. The river keeps moving, it never gives in to any of the hurdles, and the path isn’t always smooth. The battle never ends. When will it reach its destination? When will the river be at peace?

Every night the river sobs in secrecy. The untamed branches tell a tale of the river’s heroic display. A tale of valour! The river silently listens, while its crystal white sand floor shines under the moon. ‘You’re indomitable’ says the Owl softly, and fly’s away to narrate the chronicles…

Priyansha Mistry

LU, Leicester

The Three Foolish Monkeys…

Posted: May 23, 2012 by CampusWriting in Daily Quotes
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“See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil”… In my opinion if Gandhiji were born in this era he would not have mentioned his three wise monkeys who sit and close their senses to all the evil around them, instead of fighting against the evil and standing up for themselves…

Sanhita Baruah

Assam Engineering College

http://sanhitabaruah9.blogspot.in/

The Whistleblower

Posted: May 23, 2012 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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For in shadows i can’t hide 
Can I?
And truth wouldn’t make me 
Immune in daylight.

For i saw tears and i cried
Can’t I?
And because hunger wasn’t being 
Subdued by might

Yet i was fine 
Was I?
Because sleep was 
Alluding me at night

And then i wondered what was right
Should I?
And yet as dark and grime
Was ruled by shimmering and bright

Dissolving in flames to ignite an aspiration
Can I?
And if they knew where was
Shadow and where was light…

Anirudh Kashyap

VIT

Feel Together…

Posted: May 22, 2012 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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Emotions __GOOD OR BAD __ can be a great comforting factor, especially when shared with others… THERE is a comfort in emotions that is difficult to deny. And the success that a sharing of emotions provides is indisputable. If u r happy, your pleasure is intensified when someone shares the happiness with you. If you r unhappy, being able to share the pain with others comforts you. If you are angry, venting your fury within a group helps provide catharic relief…

We are better off when experiencing an emotion -good or bad-rather than when we are indifferent, and so bored with everything. And the most pleasurable of all emotions is romantic love. Extra martial relationships are also the result, more often than not, of finding the comfort of emotional attachment beyond home and what’s acceptable… Deprived of gratification and contentment in real relationships, an emotionally immature generation transfers its moodiness and hunger onto idols and stars…

People get carried away on the wave of emotion and when they find themselves being part of like-minded group, high emotions help them bond better with others. This gives them a sense of comfort. They start romanticising about idealistic scenarios seen on screen, believing they can live that life too, even if vicariously…

Deepa Jaggi

L I V E

Posted: May 21, 2012 by CampusWriting in Daily Quotes
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For once in your life, let go off your fears, and make decision’s like there’s no tomorrow…
Trust me, your tomorrow will be far better than your today..!

Sanhita Baruah

Assam Engineering College

http://sanhitabaruah9.blogspot.in/

Love: Found & Lost

Posted: May 21, 2012 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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By the Narrator:

Hello everyone, in this short story I am going to point one wonderful and unforgettable time of my life. Everyone in this world is having a heart with some love & lots of emotions.
Emotions, those emotions which can change your life forever, those emotions which can change your attitude, those emotions which can transform the person in you & most importantly which lasts for a very long time. Feelings that get generated in our heart are the worst emotions that I have ever experienced.
Some people say they love their parents the most, their uncle, aunt, siblings, wife, fiances or even girlfriend. Here is the story of someone who is deeply in love with someone who has never been worth that importance.

LOVE: A feeling which no one can ever understand or explain, but its just felt when two hearts unite to become one. In my views it is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. The soul that never dies, the soul that never takes birth, but it has its own importance in everyone’s life.

The story is just about to begin!! 

The story starts with the boy named Aryan, a tall, dark & good looking guy, somewhat conscious about his hairstyle and keeps changing it from time to time. Belonging to middle class family he doesn’t have any royal wishes. He has a younger sister, & he scolds her for her small-small mistakes. Despite scolding her & showing her anger all the time he loves her a lot & can’t see her sad at any cost.

The boy is very much enthusiastic about life & living it in a heroic way. He is a big day-dreamer and thinks himself as the hero of this world. This boy is really very crazy, full of anger but has a small loving heart inside. He has so many dreams for himself, his friends & his parents. He loves his mom a lot. Like all other dads his dad is also the best dad in the world, and like all other dads his dad is also his IDOL. Somewhat very good in studies, this boy devotes very less time to them, but has a great passion for mathematics.

With all his efforts (actually no efforts at all) he managed to get a high score in his X class board exams & was very happy not for himself but for his dad coz his dad’s dream was coming to be true in some manner through his son.

And so with great marks came great responsibilities and he became more carrier oriented. He decided to be a doctor and got admission in the most prestigious school of the city. After getting admission, he decided at that moment that he will devote all his efforts & work really hard to maintain that smile on his dad’s face forever.Then there at this moment he realized how much he loves his dad and cried his heart out. But considering himself a tuff guy he quickly wiped out his tears.

His life was going very smoothly. He was enjoying his student life like he never did, but at the same time he was missing his old friends his best buddies Aman, Rahul and Mayank a lot. But with time they all got split. And most importantly he was missing the so called love of his life Mehak. He proposed to her somewhere 1 year back, but was rejected as the girl loved someone else. He controlled his emotions and life came back on track for him. And yeah he had a very special friend Sana who was Mehak’s best friend and through this girl, he proposed to her coz he couldn’t gather so much courage to propose on his own.

Aryan was hurt at once, listened to the single song “ANkhian Nu Chain Na Aave Sajna Ghar Aaja” whole day & got absolutely fine the next day.

So you think that its the end of that!! NO its not the end of that, more on that later…

Through this Aryan realised one thing for sure that nothing is permanent and to move on is the actual funda of life…

Here was a brief introduction of how the story began, but the most shocking day or let us say that the most important night of his life is yet to come.

First Day, THE DAY OF EXCITEMENT…

AFTER 6 MONTHS….

It was the first day of Navaratras. Aryan was lying on his bed, watching some old movie. Then all of a sudden he got an sms from one of his classmate wishing him “Happy Navratras”. It was a nice msg and so he forwarded it to all of his friends. Among these friends were Sana & Mehak also. After sometime he got a reply from Sana full of attitude & frustration saying “I don’t need your wishes at all”. This fight goes back to the time when all of the proposal & rejection happened! After that incident Aryan felt as if Sana was always being sympathetic to him & so he stopped talking to her. SO now when Sana messaged like this he was shocked to see that instead of asking him what happened back there she just shouted on him. But now Aryan wanted to be nice So he replied back in a normal way & put a semi colon to the conversation. The song “Na Hai Yeh Paana” from the movie “Jab We Met” was running on TV & then the mo bile phone in his hand just vibrated. He looked at the screen

” 1 MESSAGE RECEIVED “

He clicked on the show button & was surprised to see where it came from. His heartbeats raised high & high. He couldn’t believe his eyes. All the emotions which he had earlier in deep down came back flowing through his eyes. It was from Mehak saying “Apko bhi mubarak ho! Kaise ho?”. He got very much excited and replied back “I am just fine, what about you?”. The reply from Mehak was “I am also fine”.

After thinking sensibly and considering that she might not think him as a despo he tried to put an end to the chat by saying “Ok bye & take care of youself”, and got the reply “You too”.

He thought:

OMG! what the hell was this? I can’t believe my eyes, or even my senses! I think I am day-dreaming again!! No No it is actually happening!

After this, each minute was felt like a million days to him. The ticking of clock every-time seemed like a million years passing away. The level of anxiousness and excitement had reached its saturation point. Aryan again and again said no to himself but his fingers couldn’t control themselves and forwarded 2-3 missing sms to Mehak. The last sms which he had edited was-

I miss you are 3 words which take 3 seconds to think, 3 minutes to say, 3 hours to explain, 3 years to show and whole life time to prove. Hope I have managed to show a bit of it”

The reply which came was more shocking & even surprised him, it was “Yes you have infact proved it”. He thought once again

“Am I surely not dreaming or this actually is happening with me!!”

Then he replied sensibly back. At night he was in his bed, thinking about the incidents of the evening,when his cell vibrated again. He prayed to god to be it from Mehak only. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then read the msg. No, it wasn’t from Mehak. It was from Sana, a goodnight message, which was,

“All the passengers are requested to hug their pillows, as the flight to dreamworld is about to take off, goodnight sweet dreams”

Wait a minute, he had got an irritating reply from the same girl in the morning and now such a sweet message! he wasn’t shocked rather he had a smile on his face and remembered one thing

Sometimes in life we find some friends and we feel that we are gonna be friends forever. We realise that there are times we don’t see each other, don’t talk for even months & moreover when there is a time we don’t even wanna see each other’s face. But such friends are able to pick up right where we left off. This is what people mean when they say friends forever.

But he was not at all interested in chatting with her at that time, coz the main focus and the topic going through his mind was only & only about Mehak. And so without any second thought he forwarded the msg to her and decided to sleep with no hope of a reply back.

Sometimes in life it is important to do things without giving a second thought. One should seldom listen to his heart rather than always going on the logical path. Atleast after sending the msg Aryan might have thought so! What happens next makes him believe in life, destiny and the concept of coincidence. stay tuned :)

15 minutes later Aryan already in his semi sleep woke up with the vibration of his cell phone which he always kept on his stomach while sleeping. He got up with a disgusting look and checked out his cell phone and got the message which proved to be a turning point to the beginning of his love life. His SMS love life.

Let me make it clear to you people that this is the story of Aryan and Mehak which started on sms and ended on sms too!! SO there will be a whole lot of sms conversations between the both of them. 

For everyone be it a stud or a super romantic guy the first step in relationship seems as if its going to be forever, but trust me its not. The first relationship is always there to teach how wrong a person can be!! and it is there to make you realise that to learn and gain experience from it is the only rule of life. One always finds the right person somewhere in his life, but Mehak for Aryan was not that one!! you will find more on this in the coming posts.

Anyways so the message from Mehak which almost changed his life was

“love is delicate like a bird. if you hold it tight it dies, if you hold it light it flies. So don’t love one, don’t love two, LOVE THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU…”

And after this message, began the most memorable chat of his life

Aryan: Do you love the one who loves you?

Mehak: Do you still love me?

Aryan: What kinda stupid question is that?

Mehak: Ok! tell me what do you want! I will accept whatever you say!

Aryan: I just want to say what is actually there in my heart, I LOVE YOU A LOT

He wrote it in caps to show how much he loves her. Friends, sometimes its better to just pour out what is there in your heart! Not just for the other person, but also for yourself. For having no regret, that after hiding your feelings the whole time you keep wondering what if I had done that!! what if the answer was in my favor!! So, just start giving life a second chance just as Aryan did, without any tension about its consequences. The rest should be left on destiny. It definitely must have some better plans for us ahead :)

Waiting, waiting and only waiting!! He could do nothing else than waiting for the reply from Mehak. Guys! trust me nothing can be as killing as waiting for a reply to such a thing!! and so did Aryan feel at that time. His anxiety and eagerness to know what Mehak was thinking at that time had succeeded in takin away his sound sleep. Losing all the hopes when he decided to give his eyes some rest, again the evil vibration of the cell phone woke him up. It was from Mehak!! He gathered all his senses and put them all together to pray.

I guess that was one such prayer that came right from the core of his heart. Such kind of prayers I guess are the ones that even God doesn’t hesitate to listen to.

He read the message:

“ok, i love you too”

For Aryan it was more than winning an oscar! They both wished each other good night and went to sleep. But how could sleep prevent Aryan from dreaming about his dream girl.

Friends, in my views the dreams seen with open eyes are much more beautiful than those with the closed eyes! The thing is that with open eyes you have total control over your dream. You can bend it in any direction you want! The beauty of dreaming with open eyes lies in seeing the unimaginable things which you actually want to happen. On the contrary, in the latter things gradually keep on happening, and you can’t do anything to stop the unwanted from happening.

Anyways the night when Mehak told Aryan, that she also loves him, was truly a sleepless night for him and may be for Mehak also. He remembered all that time which he had spent in front of her in X class. The way Aryan was projected as a big time flirt, everyone calling him a MANCHALA. The day when he asked her to drop home on his bike, the first day when he visited her home for computer book.

And the trip to dreamworld continued for the whole night. Recalling everything that he had been doing for the last 2 years in her presence, re-established the long preserved love for Mehak. He kept on bringing back her memories!! Surprisingly, this boy remembered even very short-short memories of Mehak. Maybe that was the reason why finally he got her! But in reality it wasn’t so!! There was a self-motivated reason, that Mehak was hiding in being with Aryan and playing with his feelings. Anyways that’s a whole big story, you will get to know more on this later on!

So, his journey to the dreamworld continued to go ahead with mesmerizing thoughts and the memories of the past. One important thing that while they both were n same class for two years, in the second year Aryan realised that there is definitely some connection between him and Mehak. But reconsidering his manchala behavior he felt as if she would never ever agree to it. Moreover there is a funny story behind his fear of not proposing to her.

A guy named Tanay, one of Aryan’s best friends, was also fond of Mehak. He also somewhat had butterflies in his stomach when he saw her. Or may be there was something in that girl which had some supernatural power to drive any boy crazy. Anyways, Tanay without any second thought just like Aryan, proposed toMehak. She instead of replying him, told him to wait for one day. Maybe she needed some time to think about that! Maybe!! Next day, Mehak was very happy and seeing her smiling all the way across the school corridor Tanay went jumping towards her expecting for a very nice and lovely reply. He went close to her they both were seeing each other. passing a few glances and smiling throught. But before Tanay could say anything, Mehak took his hand in hers and tied the symbol of love between a brother and a sister! RAKHI!! It was the day of Rakshabandhan. Meanwhile, someone told Aryan about the incident and also that she had 2 more of them. He wasn’t sure if he was am ong those 2 or not, but why to take a chance! So, he was out of the class for whole day & ensured she won’t find him, and even after the school break instead of going by the school bus he preferred something else. So finally, when next day he got to know that she had tied all the 3 rakhis to the guys for whom they were brought, he was very much relieved. Aryan had a big laugh over Tanay’s condition and used to tease him every time by making him remember about the incident.

Sometimes, laughing over someone’s helplessness proves to be very harmful for you. And for now the role of Tanay is limited to this instance only, but as the story proceeds Tanay will do something that would make Aryan cry his heart out. 

That whole night got spend in those beautiful memories & Aryan didn’t realize when the sun rose. It was the time to see her charming face & her magnificent smile. As decided previous night they both were going to meet on their bus stop in the morning. Aryan was feeling really excited as it was their first meeting after being in relationship with Mehak. He had brought some chocolates also along with him. Buying chocolates for Mehak, made him absorb the feeling of being in love for the first time. His heart started beating like drum beats with random alteration in its speed. Each and every heartbeat from that pumping blood compartment was just for her. His eyes were so delighted as if they wished to see just her face. He was waiting and waiting for her at the stop.

Actually he had arrived 1 hour before the scheduled time and so he had to definitely wait for her. He sat on the bench at the stop and gave wings to his dreamworld. Within a matter of seconds he fell asleep, there on the bus stop itself.

So he was again in his dreams! The moment when he was about to drown in the deep oceans of his hallucinating world, he was awakened by a sweet and adorable voice.

“Wake up! Its me” Mehak woke him up by shaking him by his shoulder.

Aryan hustled up, rubbed his eyes to see her face for the first time. Although he had seen her many times back there but after being with her, this was one special occasion and so he thought it to be first time.

“Oh!! Good morning” Aryan said this abruptly to her.

He further added ” actually I couldn’t sleep the whole night just because of you” He said this with a teasing way!
“And so did I” Mehak added.

They both were enjoying this sarcasm and the way of praising and showing the love for each other like this! Time was passing like a hand waving from a train, they both wanted to be on. They both wanted to hold it and never let that moment go! But again its against the scientific laws. And so did their buses arrived to pick them up.

Just when Aryan was about to step up into the bus, Mehak shouted “By the way, Happy Birthday Aryan!”

Aryan scratched his head and then he finally realised “”OOO yes!! its my birthday today!”

He stepped out of the bus, came close to Mehak and thanked her by shaking hands! This was the first time he felt her touch and was really glad with it. As his own birthday was a surprise to him also, he had no idea what to say or what not to! In a hurry Aryan told Mehak to see him in the evening at 4′O clock near the Hanuman Mandir.

“Come on!! Or else I am leaving” The bus driver shouted.

“Go back birthday boy!! Have fun and yeah I will be there on time” Mehak replied back to Aryan’s invite.

Aryan jumped back into the bus, took his seat & shouted through the window of the moving school bus “Don’t forget to bring your car!” The whole bus journey seemed like a never ending one. He was lost in his own dreams, planning for the evening!! He still couldn’t believe if it was actually happening. He pinched himself for his routinely day dream check & it pained. That means he was deifinitely in his senses… 

The whole day in school was very pathetic and the one thing about which Aryan was thinking, was the date with

Mehak. Along-with that he was 18 on that day!

He thought:

“It’s my 18th birthday! Finally I have become universally adult! Now I can watch adult movies legally! With this I now realise that there are more responsibilities on my shoulders, & the expectations from me will be greater & greater every passing year! And to stand on these expectations will be my ultimate goal, which includes my dad’s expectations for me to be a successful man in life, my mom’s to be more practical in life, mature & self-oriented! I think I am trying my best but i don’t know why I am not able to make it all possible! May be its not the right time! And the expectations of this newly arrived person to give her the care & affection that she deserves. 

In just one night , she has become a very important part of me & my life. Everyday from now on, from dusk to dawn will be spent in her thoughts alongwith my preparations to be able to enter the most prestigious Medical institution of the country!”

The day was passing, and Aryan was desperately waiting for the needles of his wrist watch to be inclined at 120° angle to each other. Despite being a medical student he had more of an engineering mind. Finally he reached home, got ready & called her with whom it was supposed to be his first official date. She too was ready & as per the plan brought her car so that they both could go wherever they wanted to! 

One thing that made him feel awkward about the date was Mehak bringing her car! Although it was his idea and there was no other option as he had no personal vehicle of his own, but still he didn’t like it. Anyways they headed towards their destination. Just like other creatures like to feel togetherness with someone, they both also wanted to feel the same! The sense of being with each other had widened their smiles and filled their hearts with happiness.

So, they both were on their way! It was a cloudy day and as announced by the weather forecast it might be a rainy one also with thunders in the evening. But such climatic changes can’t stop two lovers from meeting with each other. Meanwhile Aryan asked Mehak for a hug in the car. Unaware of the fact how she might think about that or may be she was or wasn’t comfortable with that, he just asked for it. And by the way why shouldn’t he have asked! It was his day & at least he deserved this much from her. But she refused to do so! This is because she had planned something else for the evening to make it a memorable one!

Finally after half an hour romantic drive, they reached a mall & started to look for a nice place to sit and talk their hearts out. They chose Cafe Coffee Day, sat on a corner table and ordered two coffees with a teddy made from cream in it. Meanwhile a couple of mosquitoes decided to spoil their evening & romantic mood. Aryan was confused and out of his wits he asked Mehak “Are they attracted to the coffee or you?? Both being sweet , delicious and nicely dressed!” So it was Aryan’s first compliment for Mehak!! Mehak blushed and smiled on listening to this. Later they shifted to another table and Aryan realised that it was the corner table the mosquitoes wanted to sit on!! Maybe they were also on their date.

Then before Aryan could say anything Mehak told him that she wanted to say something very important to him. He asked firmly and she replied “I think we shouldn’t be spending too much time on calls and sms’s as it is peak time for both of us to study and make a carrier for ourselves” Listening to this Aryan felt very good and somewhere he also wanted to say the same thing to her. Moreover at that time he could realise the care and affection in Mehak’s heart for him. Thereafter he paid the bill and headed towards Pizza hut. There as when they were about to sit, Mehak got a call and went away by saying that she will be back in 5 minutes. So she went and so did Aryan order a Kadai Paneer pizza, thinking that it will be ready by the time she will be back.

Friends let me tell you that a girl’s 5 minutes are not the universal 5 minutes. They have their own clocks where 5 minutes asked by them is an hour or maybe more! And you can’t argue with them about their so called clock, & if you want to please make sure you have all the protection to bear the consequences. 

Waiting, waiting & waiting! All the paneer of the kadai paneer pizza had melted down, ice in the coke had taken its last breathe and so was Aryan breathing heavily, called Mehak 5-6 times but got no answer. He was becoming furious like a fish wanting water! Just when he was about to leave and look for her, she was back with a bag in her hand. Before telling you all about the bag, let me tell you that those 5 minutes had turned into a whole lot of half an hour! This is what I had told you all about a girl’s clock.

Getting back to the bag, it was Aryan’s birthday gift! It had a lot of things stuffed inside. It seemed like Mehak was buying gifts for him since his very first birthday and finally on his 18th it was the time to open the Pandora’s box. Just when he opened the bag, she asked him to open the card first. Aryan opened its pages one by one & with each quotation the level of his sensitiveness and anxiety kept rising. It said

“For your Birthday, 

My present to you is something I have valued for years…

But untill now, no one else has been special enough to share it with… Just remember please that its fragile. But if you handle it with care it will last you a lifetime…

It’s my heart” 

And after the last line a heart came pumping out from the card. Below that Mehak had written in her own handwriting “I love you, have a wonderful Birthday”.

Aryan got really touched by that & wanted to hug her.Boy! Boy! Boy! This guy has some special affection for hugs. Whenever something romantic happens he needs to hug someone! But as Mehak found him getting emotional she some way controlled him & held his hand into hers. Aryan was on cloud 9.

Finally he realised (the thing that he realises every time she holds his hand) that yes this is the girl he had been waiting for. Then Mehak whispered in Aryan’s ears with wet eyes “Please never leave me!”

Listening to this, somewhere inside, Aryan was smiling and thinking ” How could I ever leave her! Some stupid would do that for sure, and I know I am not.” He assured her not to worry about it.

Then he asked her about those 30 minutes. She told him everything and Aryan was shocked to hear all that. He was wondering:

“This girl is really crazy, ran 3 floors down to the parking lot, took the bag from her car! and came back running, just to make this moment a remarkable one!”

It was awesome. And Aryan considering himself a professional mind reader, about which he has no idea what it actually is thought that he is becoming more and more close to her with these small-small memories. Then in that corner table they sat for next half an hour, had their pizza and then it was the time to come back! While coming back he again started daydreaming while driving. Maybe because he keeps fantasizing about a lot of things. Finally it was the time to say bye for that day. They hugged each other, exchanged a warm thought of being each others forever & made a promise with silent lips & speaking eyes to never break the love and trust!

The story is incomplete.. I am still working on it… Pouring out emotions from deep within… <3

Mohit Goyal

YMCA University of Science & Technology

mohitgoyal91@yaoo.co.in

SOMETIMES…

Posted: May 20, 2012 by CampusWriting in Writes...
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SOMETIMES I think..
I gave answers to your questions…
I feel,,i reached the edge
of success..
But situation drags me
to failure… why??
again and again..
Why fortune plays with me 
so cruely..
that inspite of having so many things
to tell u….
I am speechless to you..
to myself..
Why??
whenever I feel I am out of my web
I will fly away now…
My wings get trapped to 
THE UNWANTED PAST…
I don’t know what u think of me??
I don’t care what others think of me..
I don’t know how should I react to you??
and to the WORLD..
I just care YOU…not to be angry 
with ME…

Anindita Dutta

B.P. Poddar Institute of Management and Technology

Heaven…

Posted: May 19, 2012 by CampusWriting in Daily Quotes
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Heaven is… when you sleep at the end of the day with a smile of content on your face .. :-)

Sanhita Baruah

Assam Engineering College

http://sanhitabaruah9.blogspot.in/