Friday, November 21, 2008

A chewing gum

(This is the conversation between two jobless people in their office.
These two doesnt require much introduction as they present
everywhere in the world waiting to taste the earth's oldest apple , Love.)

SHE : Hai, how do you do?
HE : fine. How do You do?
SHE : yeah fine , but nothing great to relish.
(She drags him into the conversation , maybe intentionally.)
HE : why?
(more a casual why)
SHE : why a why?
HE : no nothing. just like that.
SHE : just like , what?
(He senses that she kind of pushing him into a sweet-talk.)
HE : see.. Men have many reasons to concern about in this
world, but for a woman this world is an absolute gift.
Forgive me Mam, if you are the only prestigious exception to
(somehow he fabricates a reason out of thin air.)
SHE : why do you say that?
HE : because it is as obvious as a bright sun , you know.
There is always somebody to look after,to ponder about ,
to pamper a woman in their liferun.
And surely they have to be grateful to men for this, you know.
SHE : Uhhhumm.
(She laughs sarcastically.)
HE : do you have Boyfriend?
(The question is simple yet it does surprise her because of its sudden appearance.)
SHE : No
(The answer comes out as fast as a rocket striking the gates of
his heart. Then follows a beautiful smile of her with a
little smell of shyness.)
HE : you should be having One. Do you know how much a boy pampers
his girl?. Girls are lucky.
SHE : And Boys are?
HE : Wise people call them fools.
(A gentle laughter breaks out.)
SHE : You know one think, these all are total rubbish.Men have this
creeping thing in their mind that they are the pitiest souls
left in this earth. Kind of syndrome i guess?
HE : is it?
(with a sarcastic grin)
SHE : but this is one of the oldest topic to discuss.
HE : I think i should surrender to the most intelligent girl of the earth, shouldn't I?.
SHE : shut up.
(a little smile followed by a little pause.)
SHE : you know when I first saw you in the office I thought you
are a calm person, sort of more introvert.
HE : then.
SHE : But actually you are not. I guess you are neither complex to
understand nor simple to observe at first sight. I think i am
right at this, dont I?
HE : Dont know,Mam. As everybody says, I do have no idea
about what I am exactly. It might sound monotonous but
that is true I guess. Maybe somebodyelse can define me in
their own observation as you did.
SHE : But that is not all too wrong.
HE : ok tell me, what do you think about a boy wearing Peter England
shirt,Pepe Jeans and a pair of Reebok shoes, I mean on a first
SHE : Maybe more fashionable.
HE : What if he wears the same pieces soaked in dirty the next day.
(she is kind of getting it.)
HE : what if he wears them for months together. Do you think he is
more funky now?.
SHE : May be not. And yes you are not.
HE : Thanks. so your observation keeps changing everytime not
jumping into any conclusion.
SHE : Well. Good try sir, but the example you have taken is not more
convincing enough.
(She sheds a ridiculous smile.)
HE : Fine. your remarks are most welcomed.
SHE : Ok. Shall we go out and have coffee.
HE : Do you really want me to come?
(He drags little hard in the cat and mouse game,yet she plays it
SHE : No. If you dont like. You can better stay right here at office.
HE : Yeah. Even I get a little feel for the hot coffee now.
(They move to the nearby coffee shop.)
(And now they are in the coffeeshop sitting in the adjacent chairs at
the corner table. coffee cups are left abandoned in the table after
the use.)
SHE : Do You have Girlfriend?
(Now the simple question doesnt surprise him as he is expecting it
HE : I havent become a fool yet. (after a little pause) Well why didnt
you ask this then.
SHE : when?
HE : When I asked you about the same.
SHE : have you expected me to ask this then?
(Well now Its her turn in the game.)
HE : Not exactly. I know girls always play safer.
SHE : I dont play anything safe because i am not into any such.
HE : Do you mean girls would readily get into something which is
of no concern to them?
SHE : Maybe not. Why should they if it is of no concern to them?
HE : doesnt that sound selfish?
SHE : you tell me why should we do that?
HE : see. we have all talked about your observation of me. but you
didnt let me talk about you. Doesnt it show that you are more
safe and secure in your part?
SHE : ok let me ask you this straight. What do you think of me?
HE : What do you think? in the sense.
SHE : what does come to your mind When somebody utters my name?
HE : you are a nice girl. your actions might seem witty but they are
not actually.
SHE : What else?
HE : you are sociable. Often good in arguing. What more?
SHE : Hey are these the only things you think about a girl.
HE : To be frank. you look beautiful.
(she smiles with an attempt to hide her shyness.)
HE : You look gorgeous.
(He moves bit closer to her now. She feels uncomfortable with his
sudden change of the tone.)
HE : that too your lips are sexy and all tempting.
(He has moved still closer to her now, a little forward push will
land his lips in hers. She is all nervous caught between her minds.
And right at the very moment she decides to get up, he breaks into
a healthy laughter. yes he pulls off a real big one by his deceiving act.
Maybe one of the oldest trick in the lover's book.)
HE : yeah. i got you in a real surprise.
SHE : you mad man. i was afraid, you know.
(he giggles)
HE : i tell you one thing. Girls are real naive. I could see your
face reacting in fear and anxiety. How could you believe a man
slipping into a different mood all of a sudden? What was your
next move?
SHE : Simple. I would have given you a nice slap. you missed it.
HE : bad luck.
SHE : no problem. do you want one now?
HE : Do you believe Men shift their moods all of a sudden falling to
an exquisite beauty?
SHE : Dont know Sir.
HE : Maybe they , but i dont.
SHE : you seem to be a nice guy.
(with a gentle smile in her face.)
HE : uhhhuumm no. just like that.
SHE : shall we move.
HE : Yes. By the way i forgot to tell you.
SHE : what?
HE : that you are beautiful.
(SHE again sheds the exquisite smile.)

Friday, July 18, 2008

it's U and me

This is the message conversation between
two people through their mobiles.
A : "welcome aboard2 'sweet Dreams' airline,
All passengers on bed, hug ur pillows.As the
flight will be leaving soon 2dream land."
B : who is this?
A : i am the one you always wish to be with.
B : sorry i could not guess. and you smart that
was a good reply anyways.
A : guess who you like the most.
B : the name i should no longer spell out..
and you tell me who you are.
A : Its the same name what came to ur mind
the moment you see this message.
B : no i dont believe it.. see if you are not telling
me who you are, i am going to cut this
conversation now.
A : ok. you tell me what should i do to make you
believe it.
B : you could do nothing for i willnot believe it
A : This is crazy,man. you long for somebody
to message you. and if that somebody
messages you, you dont believe it..God,why
do you create such foolish people on earth.
B : hey..this is too much.. keep it decent..
A : ok..
B : now you prove me that you are the one
i have always wish to be with.
A : do you remember the day we first met?
B : no.
A : Dai..
B : summa.try something else.
A : you remember the first time you kissed me.
B : sweet the moment was.
A : stupid..dont stoop to it..give it a go.
B : wait i havent finished yet.i do have kissed
many sweethearts.mostly all were you
tell me which one of those sweethearts are you.
A : and that doesnt sound very funny..
B : is it so?
A : shut up..
B : comeon..i pray God that you arent
giving it up,my sweet..
A : ok tell me, what is your new liking in
this world?
B : the feel of cold rain drop falling on a
hot street light.
A : what do you enjoy in it?
B : its paradoxical chemistry.
A : then
B : its implication of the love between me
and my dear. and you still lose.
A : ok.what does haunt you more in this world?
B : a vast desert.
A : what do you fear in it?
B : its calmness.
A : whatelse
B : its solitude
A : then
B : its implication of a vacuum in a man's life
when he misses his loved one.
A : who do you miss?
B : i miss many in this world.
A : shut up. tell me who do you miss the most.
B : its you who i have always wish to be with.
A : i love you dear.
B : i miss you.
A : i will be back in two days. take care.
B : take care.bye.
A : "welcome aboard2 'sweet Dreams' airline,
All passengers on bed, hug ur pillows.As
the flight will be leaving soon 2dream land."

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Philadelphia - review

This is the review of one of my favourite movies,
PHILADELPHIA. usually i am not comfortable
reviewing a movie. Formerly i had the practice
of commenting on any movie i get to see,
but later on i felt it wasnt just right,
because i began to have a belief that
one can review a movie only when he
ables to respect and love the same.
so here i am very proud to review this movie
as i always love it.
Director - Jonathan Demme
Actors - Tom Hanks, Denzel Washington
Music Director - Bruce Springsteen
The movie starts with Tom Hanks working
as a lawyer in a conservative law firm. Then
it immediately slips to get revolved around
the main theme, as Tom Hanks gets to know
that he has been affected by the deadly disease AIDS.
And this costs his job as he has been fired on
the pretext of misplacing an important
Though succumbing to AIDS
Tom Hanks couldnt able to let himself accept
this, for he feels that he doesnt deserve such a
bad and wrong treatment for serving his
client so consistently. moreover he had
always loved his job. so he seeks a
representation to sue the firm. And from
this point the screenplay and the depiction
takes everyone along to the place where
one's conscience haunts itself.
Then comes the entry of Denzel Washington,
a homophobic lawyer.Initially he refuses
to represent Tom but slowly he begins
to listen his scruple's call. There is this scene
to be named the best in the movie, where
in a library Denzel lets his conscience drag him
into the case slowly and steadily yet strong
Then the court scenes where the case arguments
start meandering around initially, but
suddenly it gets veered onto the
main subject as Denzel stikes the dart
to the spot where the movie reveals
the blackness of the human nature
(ie their sexual orientation,selfishness,hatred
towards people,etc) peeling the flimsy clad
of human's sheer hypocrisy. And this
transformation of the case metaphorically
represents the personal transformation
of a common man's(Danzel's) approach
towards the social outcasts.
The scene where Tom Hanks explains
the court how he loves the law is the
extreme point where the case gets riveted
to its seriuosness and that explains why
a dying man fights all the way with a case.
Then finally Denzel goes on to win
the case for Tom Hanks.
The highlights of the movie are its theme
and the narration which challenge to strike
the chord of any type of audience. And too this
movie was made in 1993 when the fear of AIDS
was spreading at a rampant speed.
Another speciality of the movie is
the performance of Tom Hanks and
his characterization. it really takes guts
to perform the role of a gay. i think it's much
more than an oscar-worth. There are
so many scenes where he is simply
extraordinary especially the scene where he
meets Denzel in his office for the representation
and the scene in the library where he happens to
remain as an outcast in everyone's attention.
And then Denzel Washington, i wonder how he
handles such a character with ease, particularly
all the court scenes.
Finally both the song and the background
music of the movie are too good that it
had won the oscar.
The movie might seem slow at its pace
but it has so much to see in it.To watch a
movie of this type might take one enough
patience and love towards the cinema.
a great movie filled with many colours of life.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

a piece of madness

It was a small room,to be exact,a bathroom..
Unlike the other rooms, the pitiful bathrooms
cant except a great decoration than the
much needed cleanliness..also it is been visited
only when people are forced to naturally..
But that little one was bit lucky that moment,
not because it had got a decent look but
because more emotion was being filled in it..
That moment was extremely strange and new
to it, to be true it couldnt able react to it..
If it had a mouth it would have cried loudly,
if it had eyes those would have been filled with
tears.. But how could a bathroom can have all
those,so it remained silently hiding all those
happened that instant.. If killing a human being
is a murder,then killing ones own feelings is
also the same..
Yes an emotional murder began to take its shape
when the forceful stream of water hit the cervical
nerves of his neck part..The chillness of the
tape water went down the spinal cord disturbing
the entire emotional setup of his mind..His eyes
began to deluge with tears but the traces were
wiped down by the continuous flow of water..
The purity of the water at the tape's mouth was
no more when it reached the floor after
tumbling down allover his toned psyche, as it was
blend with pain,love,deceit,pride..The warmth of the
60 Watts incandescent bulb soothed him a little
but certainly not countering the damn coldness of
the water during that fierce winter night..Then
his body started to shiver badly as his teeth
clattered in the cold..He felt the difficulty of
his entire life that moment..He preferred to die
rather than experiencing such a murderous moment
if killing himself had promised him to earn the
due pride for sure..
Yes that moment was so cruel that too when
his hormones started to play its trick more
ruthlessly..The time people have to understand
biology more than settling down to their
emotional possession.. But few people always
prefer to fight the nature for no reason, why?
maybe they feel it more faithful to put a fight with
or else they might find it a way of testing their
own character.. whatever it is, he was one such
who was ready to give it a go whenever his love
was threatened by the nature.. he had failed to it
many times,even he knew he had to live with it
forever yet he couldnt console himself to stoop to it..
Mad people,they never mind that eventually they
have to fail.. why do they do this still,maybe
they are excepting the great dawn one day,
maybe they find everybody as mad going after
something invaluable..But what did he feel then?
yes then he was more fragile unable to
withstand the cold yet had the last laugh , then
covered his body with the warm towel..poor man
strained himself for no cause but to him it meant
a lot as he was all overwhelmed of his temporary
victory..but that pride moment forgot to make
him realize that it will come back more strongly again..

Friday, May 16, 2008

It's between X and Y

X : why did you try that?
Y : Don't know.(more stubbornly)
X : what do you meanby you dont know..
i know you are the only person responsible for it.
Y : so.. what do you want me to do now..
you want to punish me.
X : no..i want you to tell me why did you do that.
(Y sheds a wistful smile..)
X : what does that mean?.
Y : it means that i dont like to..
it means that i dont believe you..
it means all my hatred of things.
X : calm down,man..dont try to sound like
you had done nothing wrong..
Y : hey what did i do..(with a pinch of surprise).
X : what did i do then.
Y : shut up..never say that to me..
you screwed up all my things..
X : come on,my loser..this isnt fair..
dont curse me with the blames..
you can blame yourself instead blaming me,
that would be more appropriate..
(after a little span of the anger
slowly starts to die out for y while the feeling
of guilty and the longing for love try
to occupy his mind.)
Y : yes i did that to myself.
X : why?
Y : i dont know really..every now and then
i lose myself in an inarticulate sounds of panic
Which drives me to the hell.
X : what is that that worries you so much.
Y : not one.there are many such.
X : why dont you share all those with me.
Y : i dont feel like sharing it to anyone..becoz
people dont understand people.
To be precise most of them cant.
X : do you think i willnot understand you?.
(a voice drenched in love and pity)
Y : yes,my Lord,i dont have energy to believe
anything more.
X : why?
Y : becoz i believed so many things in my life.
i could never differentiate good and the bad,
they seem to be the same most of the times.
(after a little pause)
Y : i dont get why doesnt a bad thing look like
what it has to look like.At the sametime
why doesnt a good thing get its visibility
what it has to. Its always the few darker spots
which attract and draw my attention quickly
than the white ones. Though I work hard
to keep myself away from them they keep
coming at me. If something is bad why it has
got all the attracting and deceiving allure.
it does seem like living is a curse.
X : living is not a curse ,it is a gift not
only for humans but for all living things.
Y : i do believe things would be finer tomorrow
but that much-awaited dawn never
arrives. i find my life going tough.
i fear that eventually i would get
swallowed by the painful failures.
X : so you mean that you fall down often
and that hurts you.
Y : no..its still worse my dear.i fall down
when i try to recover from the one.
X : why shouldnt you believe the failures?.
Y : how could one believe a failure when
it is dreadful and sore.a failure is just a failure ,
there is no replacement for it.
X : but one thing people dont understand is that
'a failure speaks more truth than a victory'.
Failure prevails everywhere in the world,
right from a little girl who cries for her
melted down icecream to the old man who
grieves on his wife's death.they do gain
something from it and move forward in the life.
Y : probably yes they do,but i find it difficult.
how could an engine run without fuel.
i am drained out of energy,my love.
X : come on young man.dont lose your belief.
Belief means a lot more than what it seems
like.Believe that failures would vanish
Y : yes it will..but how can i explain you that
today's pain is unbearable.
X : i know, it is very hard to bear but that is
how a good man is born out of his own characters.
Dont you know that 'Fighting is the best attitude
one has to possess ever in his life time'.
Y : yes i do know it..but i fear to fight in a
losing side.
X : Nobody is going to lose any thing,my dear.
you have to understand that this is the time
you can see your real self.All the great
fighters of the world were born out only
when they had to test their own strength
and courage.I know you are one of the them.
so the best way of living in this world is to
accept the truth and fight it regardless of
how bitter and cruel the truth tastes.THE SUN
might be scorching and severe but we have to love it
because it reflects the truth..
(now the feeling of pride and belief overwhelms Y
giving him the much needed hope to live..)
X : please believe me,dear,i am there always with you..
Yes X (scruple) could go nowhere away from Y
else they couldnt form XY to create a man.
This is one of the conversation that breaks out
between a common man's X and Y when
he searches for a whiff of fresh air to breath out
as his unending failures smother him and let him
escape through no corner,eventually making him
to fail in everything even in throwing away his own life.

Monday, May 12, 2008

it's DARK

Yes it is completely dark in the no-moon night as
it is two hours past the sunset and the grandeur
of lightlessness characterised everypart of the
surroundings. There is a great speciality with
darkness,unlike the light,it does not reflect or
expose itself differently with the nature of the
objects it falls on.It has only one language for all
ie) darkening. You can be rich,powerful,beautiful
but nothing could seduce the darkness, eventually
you become physically nil.
with one such powerful and determinant
blackness deluging the night, these two
beautiful mortals begin to talk as they ever do.
But it's more special tonight as it is totally dark
with the absence of stars and moonlight.
HE : ohhhh beloved,could you see the darkness.
(says a sharp and powerful voice drenched in
the scent of care and love)
SHE : yesssss.
(says a cute voice yet in a tired tone.)
HE : how big it is?
SHE : It's sooooo large.i couldnt quantify it as
i ever see it. maybe as big as it can be.
HE : that big is my love towards you,dear.
(suddenly she laughs with the joy because she
never expected such an elucidating answer which
seems too close to her heart.)
HE : do you get it? darling.
SHE : yess dad i am getting it.
(she acknowledges with a little smile in her face
and a bigger one in her heart..)
HE : you tell me, how much you love me?
(She thinks for a jiffy and then kisses him on
his gaunt cheek.)
SHE : how sweet is this?,darling.
(she says it as tricky as it ever can be.)
HE : dear.i am pitifully defeated and
you win hands down asusual.
(she giggles childishly.there is nothing in the
world that could match the beauty of her smile..
It has all the magics bound with it.HE just
loves it not just now but forever,the one and
only thing he wants in this vicious world.)
HE : ok,now it's time.does Clara have anything
to ask her daddy today.
(she remains silent.)
HE : yes. no. it's strange to see my little daughter
keeping her mouth tight-lipped.
(yes it's strange to him, no no,to be true it's very
difficult for him.Yes people do feel difficult when
THE ONE they love the most dont talk to them,
especially when they have to or when they are
expected to.It's always she who nags and queries
him with the one picked from her own world of
questions. Mostly the questions would be either
funny or too difficult to explain to a little soul,
but he never tries to evade from it, somehow he
tries and puts it in such a way that she gets
convinced with it finally. but today unusually
she remains silent.)
HE : ohh God, what a surprise, all of a sudden
you made my little daughter dumb.
how could that be possible?. i think you and
my sweety try to play a trick on me.
SHE : Dadddd
(she whines.)
SHE : then tell me,what happened in the
school today?
(he feels her trying hard to keep her mouth
shut. though not good,it is always a beautiful
sight to see the expressive face of a little kid
evincing the anger with her lips pouting out
of annoyance and her hands rubbing the eyes
demanding it to get deluged with the
deceiving tears.but here he misses it in the
complete lightlessness.)
HE : if you dont talk to DAD whoelse will
talk to me,Darling. comeon open your mouth.
SHE : she only said that.
(she says with a grumbling voice..)
HE : said what?
SHE : that i am not intelligent.
(Instead laughing at the unworldliness of
her daughter, he tries to be more thoughtful
because he knows that it does mean a lot to
her as she always wants to be a pretty and
witty girl,moreover that's how he has always
wished her to be.)
HE : who said that? tell me what exactly
happened in the school today.
(then she begins telling it bit irritatingly.
she has different ways of telling things to
different people. It's more tricky towards
her friends and more clever towards
her teachers but always truth and exactitude
towards her father because she expected
only love from him but none.)
SHE : asusual she began to tell the story
in the morning. she said 'there was
a little boy with his ugly looks'. then i
questioned her 'what do you mean by ugly?'.
she remained silent for few seconds and
then retorted as 'probably you cannot
understand it'.i asked her 'why?' but she
replied angrily 'because you are too little and
not intelligent enough'.
(a little silence.he does find very hard to
excuse the teacher as he feels the teacher
quite evasive and incapable to deal
with things.)
SHE : is she right dad. am i not intelligent?.
will i not understand things.
HE : no are the most intelligent
girl i have ever seen on this earth.but she is
partly correct. yes nobody could
understand the word 'ugly', because
the word literally doesnt exist in the world.
SHE : i dont understand dad.
(that voice with the tone of discouragement
does him something and makes him
desperate to make her clear.)
HE : actually there is nothing like ugly
in the world. Instead good people use
a different word called 'DIFFERENT'.
Everything is simply different not ugly.
It's all about you like it or dont like it.
supposedly if somebody comes and
tells you that 'your daddy is bad,ugly
and certainly nobody would love him.',
will you accept it?
SHE : no.
HE : why.
SHE : because i love my daddy so much
and he loves me too.
HE : and that is how things work out.
you love your daddy, you feel him good
and lovely. They don't like your daddy,
they find him bad and ugly.
SHE : but then why do they hate my daddy.
HE : probably because they dont
understand him.
SHE : if i could understand my dad,
why cant they?.
(This is really tough for him to encounter
as he is not prepared for this be true
even he doesnt know the answer but
somehow he wants to finish it
in positive note.)
HE : Because it's dark everywhere my dear,
people find difficult to grope the reality of
the life in the damn naked darkness.But you
have a great magic to find and feel
the truths of life very easily. you can
understand people because you only
feel them. And that very element of
understanding humans better is
the pinnacle of intelligence,
the point of better civilization,etc.
We have been learning a lot over
the years only to understand people
better and to find the real facts out of
this fancy world. that's why i told you
that you are the most intelligent girl
of the earth.
HE : are you getting it?
SHE : yess.Dad
HE : so tomorrow you go and tell
your teacher that you are intelligent
enough to understand things better.
and dont forget to tell it with
all pride and joy.
(Though she couldnt comprehend
everything he said, she enjoys herself
winning the intelligent contest over
her teacher.)
HE : Clara. shall we have dinner as
it's getting late and you have to sleep.
SHE : ok dad.
HE : wait a minute,darling.i go light up
the candle.
be there where you are.
SHE : so you didnt do it before..why?
HE : i just want to feel the darkness which
my sweetheart feels forever.

Now the whole gamut of darkness fails to a
small lit candle like the entire world of truth
being challenged by few fake vices,
exposing two faces, one little cute and glowing,
the other gaunt and severely burnt in
a freaky fire accident.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

an act of knitting

It's late in the night around 1'o clock when the moonlight

tries hard to penetrate the gently waving curtains which

is hanging across the transparent window. Nobody knows

why does the moonlight struggle that hard to get into

the room try passing through the curtains, maybe

because fighting its prime enemy(darkness) is the

very nature of it. however it gives a pleasant dimlight

to that little room. The room is almost drenched in the

silence except the sound of the rotating fan,even that

seems to have turned melodic and rhythmic in its

nature for the sake of the two old souls sleeping in the

bed placed right below the hanging fan.

Though the bed is not convincingly enough for

two people, they have always managed to share it,

not because they have to,simply because they love to.

also it's not their bed alone but their entire lifes for

each other except a single thing like the narrow gap

which parts their bod as they lie one at the each side

of the bed letting their backs to face each other,but
that has destined to face its dead-end as they get closer


Yes,SHE couldnt hide it anymore as she starts to weep

bit loudly so that it beats the sound of the rotating fan

and gets its identity audible enough. on hearing it herself

she closed her mouth tightly with her hands worrying

that it might disturb her beloved husband who is well

asleep and perhaps let him know the thing which

she tries hard to hide from him forever.whatelse she

could do when she loves her husband so much.

The thing she never had answer for is bugging her

a lot this night than ever before.

"GOD what kind of a feeling is this?..please let me

sleep tonight peacefully.." she prays to THE ALMIGHTY

unable to comprehend her own sorrow completely.

Even the most cruel man in the world wouldnt remain

hard-hearted ,seeing such an old lady (at her early sixties) crying.

But her tears have the mighty power to destroy the entire world.

Suddenly she feels something easing her emotions as

she recognises a hand moving over her head smoothly and soothingly.

"Dont cry my dear.." the voice of her beloved which let her cry louder now.

"come on,i know everything..",he says it to make her not to strain more.

Now she plunges and puts her head onto his chest searching for the comfort.

HE - "dont worry my dear..such thing happens.there is nothing you could have done."

"i am extremely sorry..i think i shouldnt have cried.."-SHE says

overwhelmed by the feeling of guilty.

HE - "i dont mean can cry but i cant bare seeing

my wife could an old man let his old woman

cry in this pretty world."

(she remains silent.)

HE - " why didnt you tell me you think i wont understand this".

SHE - " no's my fault..i dont know how to make you understand this."

(after a little pause she continues.)

SHE - " yes i loved him so much in my college days but

somehow he didnt like me..i tried to explain him all but

he couldnt able to feel my emotions..that is not his

wrong too.he didnt love me just as i did love him..

nobody to blame for and nobody to worry for it..

the pain is heavy and it gets deep marked when

bad things happen by was very hard to recover

from it..slowly i started to believe as if nothing had happened

to me,an intelligent way of cheating oneself and hiding

one's own feeling for the sake of mere living."

(again a little pause.)

SHE - "but today after hearing about his death

i broke down completely.. though he didnt,i loved him

sincerely.. always i wanted him to be well and good..

is it wrong,my dear?.shouldnt i care for somebody i loved.

would it be wrong to cry for someone i worried about?.

i am sorry if i had gone wrong somewhere".

(now he continues more thoughtfully)

HE - "no any means it wouldnt be wrong..

how could it go wrong when you are true to

your own feeling and respect your beliefs."

SHE - "i never wanted to hide all these from you

but i didnt know how to explain you all these.

all the more i feared you wont bear it as you love me

so much and i do too.i promise i love you more than

anybody in the world."

HE - "shut up..i know that you stupid aren't

an object i possess so that somebody can take away

from me or you arent an abstract thing like truth so

that anybody can try possessing it.. you are the only

shape of all my beliefs. how could somebody take

my beliefs away from me.i wont exist then."

SHE senses the taste of his love more proudly.

SHE - "no i dont mean that..but any husband wants

his wife to love only him..the word 'possession' is a devil word.

it will kill all the can make anybody evil."

HE - " is.but people often forget that everybody

does have heart and it has got its own kindness and compassion.

Even the most evil man has to love something in this world else he couldnt exist."

(after a little pause he continues.)

HE - "Love is all about belief my will i take things

wrong about you..A good to one cannot be a bad to another,

it might seem to be but it is really can believe me

always..i maynot be a better human being as you expected

but i always try to be one such..i always love people who

loves somebody truly..i know a belief cannot be imposed

but i have no other go than to ask you..the goodness of

any man lies only in the amount of belief he gains from his lover.."

Hearing those she hugs him passionately as a sign of apology.

then the room gets dipped in its inherent silence letting

the fan to make its presence known.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Do U understand...

Asusual that apartment remained silent and peaceful
on that late night. Not many interesting things were
happening in it as people belong to the flats did rarely
come out and socialize with neighbours. Truly speaking
those flats are not of great concern here, it's only
the flat which bears number 2 in the door matters now.
Inside that flat there was a great deal of deafening silence
such that one would feel as if they have gone deaf
all of a sudden after gone passed the door inside.
Such a little world of silence was vanished in a jiffy
when a sudden sharp and loud noise of thunder
broke in to give the feel of the difference between
black and white.It was followed by a powerful flash
of lightning outside which brought the visibility of
dark clouds dashing each other like the soldiers
fighting in the warfield to result only in a crying
producing one of the two endless fountain of immortal liquid, rain.
That powerful lightning highlighted the presence of
a lonely soul in that flat. Being alone and thinking about
something seriously might seem like helping people
to solve few problems,but it could be destructive in
most of the times.For few people in particular it turns
to be an incurable as well as a lovable disease.
He was one such type of a person.

On such a lovely and evocative night with heavy rain
joining the party,a young man left alone in his flat would
have nothing to do but to think and let his mind brood
over the thoughts of his loved one. Always late night time
makes life difficult for any lovelorn person because it stirs
their calmed down emotions and evokes all those sweet memories
about their dears.
He knew what he was not suppose to do but the fateful time
and the forceful urge of his desire made him do what he himself
had refrained to for a quite span of time. He read probably for
the hundredth time in the display of his cellphone whether
the words were forceful enough to express his pent-up feelings or not..
"It has to for godsake"-He prayed to himself.
Though it was a single click of a button, it meant a lot to him
because so many times he had stopped himself to proceed
further and remained painful. but this time somehow he couldnt.
then it was all over, he had sent the message which
he believed might strike her heart and get him back
some positive replies..
He had been waiting for her for the past few years and
still he had to wait for few more minutes to see the inkling
of any improvement. Always he hesitated to wait for
something because he believed waiting sounds very
tough but he never knew it gives one enough space and
time to think and introspect his own wrong doings.
And there came a pair of mosquitoes which had been taught
only to disturb people in the night and make them not sleep.
Deftly and comfortably they found their lucky places in
his body, one in his right hand just below the dimpled elbow
and the other in his right leg. as they were known only to bite
people,they did bite him and sucked the blood.
"ssshhhh",he responded unable to bear the pain.
"why did God create this creature,they are born only
to disturb people and make them suffer.. come on mosquitoes,
leave me alone i say",he grumbled to himself thrashing both
the mosquitoes to death.
As his spate of tension died out,he looked at their carcasses
pitifully and said,"why dont you mosquitoes understand
people,if not everybody atleast this lonely dejected and
unrequitted lover.. and GOD what is wrong in giving
these creatures few brains..".
To shrug off all these,his cellphone vibrated with
a message tone and this made him all excited.but the excitement
was short-lived as he read the following reply
"See gentleman..i have warned you many times
before not to message me..i understand you love me
so deeply,but somehow i dont love you..i dont know
why?.. i cant explain it also.. few things dont happen in life
simply because they dont want to happen.. this is one such..
this is your problem and i have nothing to do with it..
i think the limit is set dont even try to trouble me
again..please LEAVE ME ALONE I SAY "..
Those words made him feel heavy in his heart,especially
those three words 'LEAVE ME ALONE'. he had heard those
words before,even he had used them few times at people,
but they never lingered in his mind like this time..that too
when it came out from his loved one,it did something in him..
many things were going at his mind,"how could i trouble s
omebody i love the most,and that is not my intention too..
GOD you sound cruel when you make one to love somebody
and forget to do the rest..".
slowly he tried to digest it all.But the world around him
remained the same as another mosquito came and sat
on his finger this time..
asusual it bit him and began to suck his blood. he felt
the pain sharp and intense again but this time he
managed to be polite in his treatment by just blowing
the air on the mosquito through his mouth which seemed
just perfect to make the mosquito take its flight.
"and you mosquito, you are no different from me..
offcourse your intention is not to disturb me but
to fight for your's not that people dont
want to understand others, actually they dont have
time for it or sometimes they cant..but i will try
to understand you my dear..",
he said sensing the feeling of understanding others
for the first time in his life time. and now the
other immortal liquid( tears) just streamed out
from the brink of his eyelashes and then slowly
moved down the cheek like a drop of water moving
down the big leaf non-linearly exploiting the weakest part of it.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

another element of romance

It's around 10:30 in the night when the lively sounds of

the entire city is tapering off as everyone packs up their

things after the tiresome days work, but HE is active

enough to put his pen to the paper to finish off his

lovely tale.It's very difficult for a writer to express all

his profounding thoughts in mere words.sometimes

he has to wait till he gets the exact stream of magical

words.It is one such waiting moment for him,but it

died out in a flash when he hears that haunting voice

at his back.He couldn't continue anything than to respond to it.

SHE : Dearrr
HE : yes.
SHE : where are you. come here.
(he then moves towards the wooden bed where she lies

(sitting beside her)
HE : i am here only. it's getting late, you should sleep now.
SHE : no, somehow i don't feel like sleeping.
HE : what should i do now?
SHE : probably you can tell your girl a story.
HE : what story?
SHE : story which you love the most. maybe a romantic

story.but strictly not a sad tale.
HE : i don't know why people hate sadness,maybe

becoz it is the first feeling they emote after coming

of the mother's womb. but we often forget that sadness

speaks more truth than happiness.
SHE : let the fact be there sleeping,my philosopher.

people dont like hearing philosophy becoz they dont

seem interesting. so you tell me an enjoyable story now.
(he worries a bit not because people don't understand it

but because his loved one doesn't. But it doesnt last longer

becoz he knows love is all about sacrifice and madness. so he continues)
HE : "once there was a blind girl. she was so beautiful

that a jobless fellow fell for her. she also loved him equally.

she had a penchant of questioning about different things

to her lover. though it made him uneasy,slowly he started

liking it and was so eager to answer her."
(her face lights up with excitement as she always likes fantasy.)

HE : "one day she asked him 'what is beauty?'. he answered

'beauty cannot be seen or defined because it lies only in

the eyes of the people who look for it'. on seeing her face

going blue, he continued 'but only very few people are lucky

enough to have it in their heart and my dear you are one

among them',suddenly her face glowed with shyness,

the very female element".

SHE : no no.. this is not an appreciating answer.always men

try fooling women and escape exploiting their weakness.

this is one such act of deception.
HE : hey come on. what is wrong in praising his girl's beauty?.

any man would love to do it.
SHE : but a gentleman wouldn't. if somebody ask him something

he will better define it else will straightaway tell them 'i dont know'.
(he starts to feel uncomfortable and tries to find a way to escape from it..)

HE : probably he may not be a gentleman or so.
SHE : put his problem aside my man. you tell me 'what is beauty?'.
(he laughs.)
SHE : come cant escape.
HE : shall I explain it in action.
SHE : yes,you are most welcome,Gentleman.
HE : then close your eyes and don't open it until i say.
(after few seconds,slowly she starts to feel a smooth feeling

in her heart. her mind wanted to know what is it that makes

her feel so pleasant and yes she finally got it, the dulcet fragrance of jasmine).
HE : the beauty of a flower is its sweet smell.
(Before she completely gets rid of that pleasing smell,

she begins to feel a new one. this time her mind doesn't

bother a lot,intuitively it recognizes that.

yes it is the intensity of their romance bound tightly in

a kiss on her lips.)
HE : the beauty of our romance is the taste of my kiss which

will show the same affection,care and love forever.

on top of all these, there is one more proof. open your eyes

and look at mine straight.
(looking straight at its counterpart his eyes speak the truth of

their relationship. usually one doesn't prefer to look at

somebody's eyes for a longtime becoz eyes are the heart of the truth,

it will easily exploit the falsehood.but his eyes always long to look at hers.)
HE : the most praised and blessed beauty in the world is the truth.
the truth of a night is its bare and naked darkness.
the truth of a sun is its scorching light.
the truth of our relationship is our love.
(she smiles at him with pride and love)
HE : that's why i say the beauty is in your poetic smile.
(as they start their romance, the romance of the blind girl and the boy is left abandoned.)

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

an element of romance

It is a small and lone house in that part of the hilly region.
Going inside, there is a medium-sized hall adjacent to a
small room and a kitchen and finally a simple yet
beautiful bedroom. The bedroom is dimly lit yet the
two souls sitting on the bed can be seen easily through
the light seeping out from the hall. They converse something
but it is not audible enough from the hall because it's raining
heavily outside and the sound of rain pouring down kills
the murmuring voice of the couple.Their posture and
the fading voice might sound like the discussion of a serious
problem on hearing from the hall, but going closer,
one gets a different story.
The bedroom is plain and simple, yet nothing could have
made the room so beautiful and aesthetic than the romantic
voices of the couple on that wonderful night.
SHE : What are you looking at in my face?
(he laughs)
SHE : Tell me.
HE : Nothing. Just trying to grasp what this beautiful face
trying to convey me all the time.
SHE : Dont lie my dear writer. You will be caught.
what could an ugly face tell you.
HE : I am not lying anyway. why should I lie to my wife.
moreover,why should I try to impress something that
belongs to me already.
SHE : This is the problem with the writers. They always
pep up and exaggerate a simple thing to the greatest
possible degree. Somekind of mania for you people.
(She tries to get up telling that, but he pulls her hand
and makes her sit very close to him this time)
HE : Mam hold on. Do you know one basic thing? nothing
would come out of nothing.Exaggeration is not a derogatory
word. People made it sound like that.There is no fixed definition
to beauty in this world. The beauty of any object can only be
defined by the person who sees it and...
SHE : enough enough. I am not ready to argue with you.
You people can conjure anything out of nothing. A writer is
wrost than a magician, atleast he conceals all his lies in an
entertaining way to treat people visually. But you writers
straight away call a lie true and try to prove it with nothing
to support it. you liars. You can lie to me but my mirror will
never because it doesnt except anything in return so as to impress me.
HE : hmmm
SHE : Leave all those. You tell me, where is the hidden beauty
in my face which eluded my eyes all these days.
HE : what does your mirror tell you? If you stare at it
thinking that you look ugly then your brainless and stupid
mirror will vomit and throw the same in the reflection.
that's why you should always ask me.
(she tries to leave again, but he stops her)
HE : Just hear how my heart reflect to your face and
then leave, my foolish lady.
A dark complexion which never made me feel that
i am not fair and handsome, giving me the satisfied
feeling of a perfect match,
a pair of beautiful eyes which always long to see me,
a flat nose which takes the breath of my loved one,
chubby cheeks which bore all my soulful kisses,
a pair of lips seeming tired after kissing me with romance
and chaste for years, wrinkled skin showing the fifty years
of your care and love for me, as a whole your face exemplies
the law of nature, you old woman.
If you ask ur son he will reflect in different way.
If you ask your friend they will reflect in their own way.
Dont ask the mirror, it will never tell You the truth.
It doesnt know how beautiful my wife is.
SHE hugs him and then she gives a praised kiss in his forehead overwhelmed by his love.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008


It was a few centuries back when photography was only at its womb,lived an ugly draughtsman...He hated mirror to the extreme because whenever he looked at it, it only reflected his ugly external image and concealed his real beautiful self... From the childhood he had the manic depression about his bad look... So he made a strong word to himself that he would make the most beautiful and real picture in the world... From then he made many artistic as well as aesthetic drawings... Most of his drawings were born out of the nature's influence on him... Slowly he was getting rid of his depression enjoying and owning the beauty of the nature in his drawings... though he loved his drawings the most than any other thing in the world,none of them gave him the real and the complete satisfaction which he had longed for always..

on one wonderful evening he saw a girl in the streets of his home town.. She casually looked at him as one of the passers-by, but he felt like his heart stopped beating for a moment when he had his eyes straight looking at its counterpart.. That look gave him the answer he was looking for ever since he was born.. His little heart couldnt bear the exquisite beauty of her face.. the sudden visibility of her beauty did smother his heart as if the sudden unleashing of fragrance of thousands and thousands of flowers would do.. But all of those vanished in a jiffy second अस शे दीद pass him leaving the real profounding influence on him..

From then her face constantly haunted him and made him fall in love.. He started feeling like owning that beauty and loved being a failure to it.. He began to believe as if he has got somebody in the earth for him.. slowly and completely he was succumbed to her thoughts and at one stage he had lost him complete to her.. The pitiful soul enjoyed it unknowing that he was indirectly kindling and giving his calmed down depression a new life (sadness engulfs a person when he starts loving somebody more than himself)..

As days rolled by he was not normal, he also tried resorting to go away from her but he couldnt.. so one final day he decided to tell his love through a drawing of her face.. he himself reminded that he would be drawing for his own life.. But he failed to continue after the start as he didnt have the confidence to draw her face truly.. he feared that it wouldnt come real because he knew that ' if he draws it simply to impress her or to make her love him, then it would become the worst of his all drawings '.. Because as an artist he knew the basic law of the art, i.e) "Everything will get its real form only when it is rightly justified.. sometimes people might go overbroad and exceedingly love something which let that something doesnt get its real colour", (but who has the power to control the desire of the heart).. also he couldnt quantify his love to put the exact measure into the drawing.. so he gave up the idea and stayed away from her..

If somebody had told him that 'you are not fit to marry her', he would have walked upto her straight and asked her to marry him..but it was not somebodyelse but his conscience tried to tie his feelings tearing his heart out.. he hated himself for being himself.. if he couldnt own his true feeling how could he depict the nature's feelings in the art, so he had stopped drawing things..

To put an end to all these, one final day he heard that she got married to someone looking handsome than him (he knew anyone would be looking better than him) and their family had been moved somewhere.. whatelse a person could do at that stay than to hate himself...The feeling of disliking himself ran high, he couldnt end his life though because he equally loved being a draughtsman and feared 'what if God forget to gift the same in the next birth'..

He had many failures in his life before but this one had its impact deep rooted in him than ever before.. he was ready to lose anything in the life but the ownership of realizing and praising her beauty.. he strongly believed that there was nobody to do that than him.. so he refused to fling his possession over it and brooded over her thoughts all the time.. But the idyllic and serene beauty of nature which he had been praising divinely from the childhood tried to usurp the place he had given to her.. he couldnt straddle the mixed flow of those beauties.. he blamed the God for forcing him to change and adapt.. also the law of nature warned him that "any living being would meet its extinction when it refuses to adapt to the change".. But the human's madness about something (the greatest of all energies) will never give up, even it will give the strong belief of injecting life into the dead corpse (yes 'madness is the energy' if you are mad about something it will drive and give you the enormous amount of energy to achieve it)... most of all human's extreme dedication to something will give the best illusion of greatest power.. Driven by all these extremities he decided to sacrifice the greatest gift god had given him 'to sense,to draw,to see, most of all to get the soulful input for his drawings'... painfully he made himself blind not letting him to value anyother thing as he had valued her beauty.. he was then more relaxed and happy laughing over the force which had tried to defeat him..

Only after that he came to know the power of imagination and realized that a real creator doesnt need eyes to draw and see it, because an art is better felt than seen.. on one final day,filled with her thoughts in the mind ,he started drawing her face for the first time.. this time he had nobody to impress,nobody to make fall for it,nobody to question and moreover nobody to measure the quantity of love being put in it.. Though he was not able to look at it he knew it had got its real form.. for the first time he felt the beauty of an art than ever before which have him the praised satisfaction he had longed for from his childhood.. But one thing he never knew that 'the real beauty is not in her face but only hiding in his heart'.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

a blot in the lovely art

One dark night, JACK decided to lurk into an old-fashioned
house that was probably as old as the conventions and rituals
people dwell in it believe.
(Before proceeding into the story let us look at who is this
JACK. He is a rude person yet strong and attractive, any
woman would be eager to have sex with him if she is
imprudent or if they live in Adam-Eve time. He expertly
sneaks into the houses in the night and loots everything
he likes, also he will not miss any opportunity of intercourse
with girls who are left alone in the houses. He is quite efficient
in eyeing up the houses which are lone or in which not many live.)

That day he decided to sneak into a lone house that was quite far
away from the other houses in that street. Unknowing about the
people living in it he made his mind towards it because of his high
confidence of the fact that he had never been caught by anybody.
JACK deftly evaded the guard dog and climbed up the motta maadi
of the house,from there he cleverly got inside the house; he called
himself lucky after seriously guessing not many in the house that
time. The house was not so big and not too small, it was parted
into 6 rooms and a hall where he stood in one corner. There was
a small colored bulb switched on which spread dim light in all
directions, this eased his work not to grope in the dark. There in
the hall he happened to see an old framed photo (probably
15 years old) nailed up on the wall in which a couple posed
with their 12 yr old son.

Then he carefully navigated through the rooms; for his surprise,
there was no one in all except the last room where he saw a lady
in mid twenties sleeping in the bed. His anticipation raised high
as he wished to see how beautiful she was, so he went nearby
the window only to get disappointed by her ugly, dark-colored,
rotund bod lying in the bed. Abruptly his interest in her vanished
(because of the fact that even the sex has been adulterated by external beauty).
He then made his mind for the hidden money thinking that
she was sound asleep. The moment he tried to move from that
place he found her body moving slightly. Carefully he observed
her thinking 'what is she doing at the midnight? is it not the
time to sleep ? hey what is she up to ?'. Now he got into rapt
observation deeply interested 'hey?', finally he sensed that she
was trying to get sexual gratification by self-stimulation falling
into half-sleep. Unprecedentedly and completely he was moved
by her longing for sex. Though he didn't like her physique,the
very human element (love or sympathy or kindness,..) in him
urged him to give her what she longs for, then he slowly inched
towards her bed. Sitting on the bed next to her lying bod he
smoothly touched her. She was all pleased by the warmth
of a man touching her; an abstract pleasant feeling conquered
her, she felt it heavily as if having a glass of water after
working for hours in scorching sun. Before completely started
relishing it an unknown force from her inner mind rushed into
her knowledge made her awake completely and compelling her
to push him few distance away from the bed. On the spur of the
moment she started crying loud; her body was shivering, her
heart broke couldn't put up with what had happened. She
didn't even look at his face, started pleading him to leave the place.

He couldn't realize why things went that bad to her all of a sudden.
Only when he walked back to the house's exit, he accidentally
looked at the new framed photograph(this time it was only
two years old) of a young man closely resembling the 12 year old
child in the old photograph, the frills of the photograph told him
that the young man was no more. He looked back at her she
was crying still, he felt extremely sorry for her and left. Though
the feeling of guilt overwhelmed her she knew she still loved her husband.
At that moment all her hidden beauty came to the fore.

(many would say sex is not mere an exchange of body fluids ,it's more than that, while some say it is divine. All above that it is just a simple feeling which leave nobody to escape.)

thank u , throw your comments if u like.