No regrets,just love!

The first step into adolescence is all about falling in love.Yes.All the other better parts of it that cbse books stress about only step in the latter half.By then most of us already start floating in the bliss that the feeling superficially called as "infatuation" gives us.The first eye contact,the first brush with his hands,the first meeting,the first song that reminded of him,the first compliment and a series of other 'firsts' get embedded deep into our bosoms.Then after a few years when all of them get almost eroded by waves of college, new friends,  works and responsibilities,the ghosts start hovering around all over again.We text them only to find them happy and blessed in their own lives and wonder if there is a need at all to tell them that we still need them.We tell about them to our friends but at a point of time while they continue with their mockery we realize what we did and what we should have done.The "shoulds" obviously have been designed only to keep the regrets alive and sometimes these regrets bring back lot of people together.
She called me up at 3am and as they say such hours are only meant for nerds,lovers,alcoholics and engineers(no doubt!),I understood it must be something either serious or stupid.Insanity was pounding in her talks but only after a while could I draw out sense from them.When someone tells us that they miss somebody,its very easy to say "call him\her then" but we never really understand the reason unless we face it ourselves.Some places hold a special importance than others because we have been there before.And perhaps all we need is the same company to cherish the moments spent there.
She was crying.It had disturbed the serenity that otherwise surrounded her.I could barely console her that time and after two days it happened again with her."The practical problems are rather easy to deal with",I thought to myself.She was a bright student particularly in Maths and 4 years back he had stepped in her life and changed her world completely.Exams back then were all about mugging up and he made her realize that the brilliant results and grades she used to chase would only give her the momentary pride that'd mean nothing in the future.He honed her talents and showed her that chasing a dream could give her way more happiness than materialistic awards.He helped her when she stood at crossroads to decide if she wanted to follow her desires or her parents' dreams.With time he had become an indispensable part of her life.It was the school's farewell party at a mall in the city where this part of her life parted ways with her.I couldn't find out whether it was some small differences over something or some big matter they didn't want to disclose to anybody but it left her devastated.She healed with time pursuing her interest in Maths but upon a recent visit to the same mall the glass around her broke and rendered her on the same crossroads.The best solution anyway to such problems is making a contact rather than running away from the ghosts of past which is what suggested her and coincidentally they decided to meet at the same mall where they had parted ways.

The next day she called me up to tell me all about it."So are you guys together?",I asked."No.Because only after meeting him I realized that I should have understood his concern about me.He wanted to be with me ,not as a distraction but a motivation and perhaps I couldn't understand it that time.",she said."Perhaps you shouldn't have let him go",I said."Aren't the shoulds designed to keep the regrets alive and bring back people together?"she said in her classic serenity.


"IF YOU MISS THEM,TELL THEM TODAY"

When mom said O.K. :)

The end term examinations had taken a toll on me and by the end I was drained out completely.The busy schedule ahead was inevitable.There was no time to go on a vacation anywhere and relax.I came home after the last exam feeling like some great warrior who won the battle of who knows what.At times like these no matter how much you want to talk to your mother or cuddle her,you have to wish that she stays on her toes to cook up some delicious meal for you.Few days passed and my tongue got bored with the regular food.Monotonous pulses and weird vegetables would grin at me shamelessly from the plate and the sight of pizza or some awesome food joints would allure me.Soon I started despising the food in front of mom and the obvious replies started:"Why don't you learn to cook?You're a grown up and you should help me with the household chores rather than despising the food."The more she'd see me watching television or scrolling the phone messages vaguely,the more frequent would be the out-pour of taunts.And the more you get the scorns for something you intend to do sometime in the future,the more the zeal to do it dwindles.And it had diminished within me by the end of holidays and I became a stern believer that the mistake was mom's.Then the one day arrived that she had labelled as 'raksha bandhan' on the calender.Mom said that she was to go to her brother's for a week and I and dad had to look after the home and ourselves.After a brief pause all I could say was 'O.K.'. Some legendary people invented some legendary words like O.K. to sum up the agonies that people like me in the future were to deal with.So mom went away and the same day dad's guests arrived and I was blown off completely.I desperately wanted them to leave soon.I made tea and stepped in like some bride-to-be with a tray and dad started introducing me to them.I stood poised smiling like an idiot and waiting for them to gesture that they are going to leave.But they kept on chattering and my dad couldn't help asking them to stay for dinner.Formalities,they only arrive when they're least required.I felt like the hell breaking loose on me.I was deft with the tea and snacks but I didn't know how to cook!Suddenly the phone rang on the kitchen slab.It was mom.Before I could utter anything she said,"The food is stored in the refrigerator and you just have to make chapatis.It is your responsibility today.Do it well."I beamed with happiness much like the kitchen's tube-light and did as she said to save the day.In the days that followed I realized how every bit of the house needed to be taken care of.I couldn't find much time to sit idle or sink into negative thoughts(which I had otherwise become accustomed to ever since the holidays began) and it somewhere resurrected the zeal to cook in me.I'd browse for simple recipes only to end up with a dozen of complex ones and it was then that I realized that in a bid to solve the complexities of life,the world had rather stopped paying heed to the simpler issues.We have so many friends and strangers to care about these days that we simply forget our duties and responsibilities and most importantly love towards our parents. The work along with studies gave me enough stress to get sleep soon as I'd lie down rather than wasting time waiting for the sleep to take me in its arms.Sometimes it frustrated me and dad when we'd look at the number of things in need of our attention but it only made me love my mother even more realizing that she single-handedly used to handle everything without complains.Soon the day came when mom was to return.I cooked the lunch myself with as much precision as I could use to make it perfect for mom.She came and settled for a while.Then she went to the kitchen to cook something thinking that maybe I and dad were hungry but found out that the supper was ready.She tasted it and then she hugged me.She had tears in her eyes and so did I.After all no family moment is complete without someone getting emotional.I apologized to her for my ignorance and disdain towards the household works.She smiled and after a brief pause she said,"O.K."



"LOVE YOU MOM :)"

Angels and idiots! :p

It was raining.I slipped my bag in the scan section and went to the frisking section.Cool winds blew past my hair.I picked my bag and started to climb the stairs to 'towards Noida City Centre' platform.The train was to arrive in 3 minutes.I looked down at the road from the platform.The nature's green had perfectly blended into an otherwise busy city.At a bus stop,grinning with every brush with the pleasant weather ,was my friend.Tall,fair and green eyed.He put a register over his head in a feeble attempt to keep himself from getting wet in rain.Then all of a sudden he looked up.It was quite a distance.I couldn't know if he was able to see me from down there.Suddenly my phone beeped.It was a message from him saying,"Heroine!What are you waiting for?Prince charming to fly from heaven to you?!Go before I start screaming your nickname :p."It brought a smile to my face.I closed my eyes and said to myself "College life is about to come to an end but this is the friendship I wanna keep till the end of my life."
We enter the college life like naives ,innocents  and ready to follow every hand of friendship that is extended to us.The first day with completely new creatures to start with,share the lunch with and little laughs with seems so picture perfect but by the end of college life, every face is unveiled including our own.The group that looked so like a family in the second year turns out to be the web that we start escaping from,the strangers paradise where everybody has problems with everybody.No college life includes just happy moments.Perhaps if it did,it'd rather turn out be dull.Every moment defines who we are and who our friends and foes are.You may have been absurd concepts to each other in the beginning but by the end of it all you know this girl/guy is the God's angel to you who'll forever stay with you in your heart as your best friend.And its not the pretty face love or cupid love,its probably the love that no one on this planet can define,the warmth that no other soul can provide and the stupid giggles that no one else can share.
You may have suffered the wrath of the most monstrous teacher,got suspended for daring to pee in front of the warden's door just to win a bet or been betrayed by the person you loved with all your heart,but the moment of sharing it with this buddy is all you'll cherish throughout the days after college.He knows what annoys you the most and he'd very intelligently bring it out when you have your worst moments only to deviate you from whatever is bothering you.You may have hidden your deepest secret just so that you don't sound stupid before your classy friends but this is the buddy who'd utter the same story and make you say "I thought it only happened with me!."
The best friend is not the one who'll suggest you the perfect solution.He won't solve your problem because its yours and perhaps then he'd be genius,something that just describes his brain.He'd make you believe that the world is still the one you lived in before the problem occurred. He'd make you habitual of living without its fear and you'd see the problem diminish on its own. The  college life may be the hell you are desperate to break out of  but its worth a thanks if it blesses you with such great friendships to last forever.

The thoughts were brimming in my mind.The metro arrived.I entered."Got to reach home and start studying for the test tomorrow"I said to myself and suddenly it occurred to me that my notes were missing.I rushed out of the train and the doors closed missing me by a fraction of a second.It was a close shave.I looked down at the tall,green eyed stupid and screamed."Gimme my register.Idiot.!!"

The result wave

The good,better and best never looked so distinctly categorized.Only few weeks ago everything seemed so calm as sea, anxiously contented,but now as the huge result wave swept away all that pleasant scenario ,the exam result is all we are left with as our ID cards.No matter how hard we try, we cant refrain from asking each other this notorious question on d-day that "hey,how was your result?"As if that could change our own result but as a matter of fact it does,metaphorically,for better or for worse.There are the nth time toppers,the unexpected outshiners,the parents' prides,the whiners,backloggers and other groups that everyone labels at the back of their minds.Yeah,no one wants to console an evergreen lamenter or congratulate the one who they left far behind in the previous result but in turn scored better this time.The day that started with a usual morning,got halted by an unusual event,resumed by some condolences and congratulations always ends up with some resolutions that we make to ourselves.Next sem is my battlefield,I'd work as hard as possible next time etc are some promises that get scribbled in personal diaries.And facebook ofcourse gets flooded with status updates as if each pixel of the digits making up that result contained a 24*7 dedication and utter devotion and toil since the beginning of the sem. Undoubtedly some expectations break,bonds crack,rivalries become worse and feathers get added but its time we should finally ponder upon some vital thoughts that often dissolve in oblivion as the times passes by.Are we still continuing the cliché of chasing only the sensationalized? Are we still stuck in the rat race?Have those pixels making up the result actually obstructed the way for innovation?Food for thought!!

You can count on me

"But I didn't drink that much,trust me I am all right Nitya" said Palak holding on to her shoulders with her fingers digging deep in Nitya's jacket.For a moment ,to her, the walls of the hostel had melted down on the stage set for 'the superstar Palak' to address a huge roaring crowd.She stopped and lifted her hands and screamed "Yes I love him.I love Rohan and I'm crazy about him.So damn crazy....Rohan!!!!!" Her scream caused some doors to unbolt while the girls in the corridor looked on anxiously.Nitya quickly unlocked her room thanking God that her roommate had already left for home and pushed Palak inside who was trying a dance step on one toe.She hurriedly shut the door behind her.Palak bursted into giggles.For a moment Nitya found it hard to make out if Palak was actually drunk or just pretending.Palak stood before the room's mirror trying to pout and adjusting her short black dress in the right way for a perfect pose."Nothing has changed.This mirror is still the same and I look super hot as always."Nitya called up her boyfriend for some help on controlling a drunk girl as she had had no experience of doing so.

Meanwhile Palak wiped some kajal off her enormous eyes that had long obscured the truth that had kept her from crying.As Nitya ended the conversation and placed her phone aside Palak started crying sitting on one corner of the room.Nitya helped her get up and laid her on bed.Palak started murmuring "Rohan doesn't love me yaar....he texted it...said Palak don't get me wrong.....you...nice girl but ....we can be friends....He friendzoned me....." Nitya removed her stilettos and whispered in her ear to take rest as she was tired."He friendzoned me." Palak replied."Why cant I have him yaar,why cant he be mine.Why does he love her and not me?" Nitya plucked some cotton balls kept in her cupboard and wiped her tears that deteriorated an already ruined make-up."Don't worry Palak.Everything will be all right.Just go to sleep like a nice girl."Nitya said to assuage her."He friendzoned me.I cant have him." Palak kept repeating it for a while.Nitya kept her hand firmly on her head and moved her fingers through the curled strands of her hair to make her sleep.She then called up Palak's parents looking at their missed calls and assured them that Palak was being safe and was staying at hostel for some work that night.Sensing that Palak had finally fallen asleep she covered a blanket over her and went on to lie on her roommate's bed.

It was an unusual time and Nitya couldn't have ever imagined that Palak would be in such a miserable condition.Only after she got a call from her boyfriend did she muster the courage to step out to the place where he had seen her and brought her to her room.She gazed at the girl sleeping on the bed next to her and remembered the wonderful time they had spent in the past,hanging out at places and clicking pictures.She still had them in her laptop only that now all they reminded her of was the fight that had taken place between them on petty issues.Surrounded with all these thoughts she dozed off at 4 in the morning.

It showed quarter past 11 on the digital clock.The hostel maid had knocked the room twice for daily room mopping.Nitya woke up suddenly to  the knocks and looked at the bed next to her.It was nicely tidied and looked cleaner than Nitya could have ever managed to make it.Palak had already left sticking a smiley face with THANKS written on it.Nitya's phone flashed 1 message from Palak that she had sent before leaving.

"I always wondered why he loves you.I guess I know it now.There cannot be anyone better than you.What are you made up of?What supper nourishes you with this goodness?Didn't it hurt you when I blatantly spoke about loving your own boyfriend?Didn't you feel like slapping me hard?After all these days of knowing how bad I was speaking about you to people,didn't your conscience keep you from letting me sleep on your own bed?Had you not arrived at the bar yesterday the strangers I was dancing with could have done anything to me.I probably wouldn't have survived.You have endowed something on me that I will never be able to pay back.Apology looks too small if I try to estimate how bad I have been to you but Nitya I am sorry and I promise to make up for it all to you.Thank you for being there and I love you.:)"

We all have at least one friend that we can count on no matter what and in any situation or phase of life. Friends, take some time out to realize their values and thank God for blessing you with them and don't lose them on small issues because life actually becomes difficult to live without them.Take care.Live and enjoy.:):)

Valentine's day special #3

As her steps neared the stall something queer distracted her thoughts.Some girls were walking around carrying the same kind of rose as Mayank had gifted her moments ago.Her eyes ventured into the scene and stopped only to find him giving roses and wishing all female freshers.This was it.The answer to all questions that were fiddling with the peace of her mind.Probably he had an extra stock out of which he had cared to give one to her out of courtesy or mere formality as he had kept her waiting for long.Her happiness turned to disgust over the sheer investment of curiosity into bare 'nothingness' of the situation.Thats what Valentine's day does to many singles every year.A false hope to cherish upon and a stark reality they can never change no matter how hard they try."Maybe this day wasnt for me.Maybe true love is only for movies and I had been so stupid all this while."She thought to herself and stealthily moved and handed the poster to some guys to hang.Mayank was too busy to even notice her.
It had been a hectic day for Meghna handling all the event work and the stall surely was a big hit among the freshers.Her phone had temporarily been flooded with congratulatory messages as it had been her sole idea.Atleast they kept her tears from falling and rejuvenated the smile that she faked fairly well before her audience.
It was bedtime she had saved for reading the messages that she had missed earlier.As she scrolled through them ,she found one from the same name that had earlier too enticed her whenever it knocked her phone.He had messaged her in the noon and it was the first time she had missed his message.She checked it.He had written "How did you find the rose?"The rose had been stuffed into her bag with the intent of never popping out lest she remembers this day that was to get over in about 15 minutes.She replied "As beautiful as the dozen of girls you presented it to found it."She was good at this,she thought to herself.Mayank replied "Yours was a bit different had you cared to observe."This made her think.She hurriedly reached her bag and found the hideous rose.It had something peculiar about it.She unwrapped it to learn that the rose was an excellent orygamy work and there was actually something written on it when she unfolded it.She sat down as she read it...
"Always knew you're so dumb that you would reach this only when the Valentine's day would be nearing its end.But I hope that I make your day by telling you that you're the best best thing that ever happened to me and I cant think of a single day without you.I love you Meghna.Now would you make my day by accepting this proposal??"
Meghna was into tears of delight.All this while she had the rose but didnt even look at it.Mayank had actually planned it well and she quickly called him up to tell him that she loved him.
Lets just rejoice with the love that surrounds us this Valentine's day.Life indeed is meaningless without love and love truely is the language of hearts.Stay happy.Stay in love.:):)

Valentine's day special #2

Meghna burst into giggles when she recognized that the man dressed as a cupid with a big stuffed heart-shaped belly walking towards her was none other than Mayank."Its for the publicity of your stall Meghna,see I care so much about you!"Ofcourse he was kidding and she knew it.He had cracked such flirtarious cliched dialogues previously too so they didnt make even a speck of an impact on her already injured heart(,well not that they intended to).After wriggling and wrestling with his enormous costume he finally mined out the clothed poster.It brought a motherly smile on Meghna's thin lips as she had put a lot of efforts into its making in addition to arranging the best chocolates for the freshers."And here's something I brought for you.."Mayank picked out a red rose neatly wrapped with a transparent sheet with a handsome bow made of pink ribbon providing the glitters."Happy valentine's day!" He said courteously.
For that moment Meghna stood frozen trying to flutter away the thoughts that this was the moment and she should probably give him a warm,affectionate hug but he intervened again saying "hey I need to go help others with the stall,so cupid says BYE!"He dissappeared with the blink of an eye and Meghna was left boggled.
After few minutes of utter confusion she stepped out and started walking towards the stall to hang the poster.Beautiful,high tides were already rising in her heart and she wanted to stop and stare endlessly at the rose that he had presented her.Thinking that he had specially purchased it earlier in the day just for her lit her face with a magnificient smile.Did Mayank want to confess his love but couldnt due to lack of time?Or did he only want to express that he shared the same feelings as her through the rose?Her mind worked deep into the contemplation of the rose while she walked down the stairs and entered the lawn where they had set up the stall.
(watch out for the part3 of the story on valentine's day):p