Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Sunday, May 29, 2016
He called but she drove away
She could not see the road clearly... her fist were clenching the steering wheel as if she might pull it away from the car. Her breathing was high.... she was trying her best to concentrate on the road.... her well manicured fingers were giving her anger away with there shivering.... It all went in a moment.... she stepped on the gas and then vroomed through everything.... the phone kept ringing and ringing... displaying "Shash calling"
"why dont you pick it up? atleast talk to him, listen what he wants to say to you" says Revati her supposed best friend...
she knew all revati wanted was some gossip about what happened and how it happened.... but she was not thinking she pressed her break and stopped abruptly... thankfully to the side of the road.... Revati seemed scared which made sense...
She looked at the phone.... she cut the call.... it started ringing again.... she cut it again and again and finally she let it be.... She didnt switch it off because she wanted him to know that she was angry and ignoring him.
She looked at Revati.... a bit furious and bit annoyed.... Revati knew it was in her better interest if she let her be...
She thought "how could he... How could he just do something like that.... and he has the guts to talk to me.... I think its time he gets to know who I really am"
took the steering wheel.... pressed in the gas and with that she drove away again..... thinking how it all started....
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He was pacing in his room.... his mobile on redial.... it showed.... calling SLove .... and then phone got disconnected.... he pressed redial and again the same fate awaits him... He was pacing up and down.... visibly angry and helpless.... he called again.... uttering the words.... "pick up please just pick up once" but he knew she would not she was just too angry...
He was not calling to apologise or manipulate her.... he was scared... he knew how reckless she gets while driving and now she is angry it like icing on the cake.... but what he could do.... he tried calling Revati but she didnt pick up either.... he just wanted to know if she is okay.... He was wrong probably but for now he just wanted to hear her voice... the phone said "the number you are trying to reach is either not rechable or switched off... please try after some time...."
frustrated and tired he fell on his bed and went into the memory lane.... thinking how it all started....
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
The 1st Ride
How awesome it felt when you raced the wind.... against it.... or with it.... with air swiftly flowing by your ears.... the drums playing in your head.... every turn you took made you feel as if in a chase of a movie..... You do not have any 500 cc bike or a 2500 cc car.... you have a bicycle... your 1st one.... a bit rusted... a bit old.... but its yours.... you peddle faster and faster and faster.... Your lungs are failing you open your mouth for a gasp of air... your legs are tiring.... the veins seems to fall out but you wont slow down.... in your mind you think that no one can catch you... you are invincible and then on one turn.... thud you fall.... :P
how easy was it??? I remember my 1st cycle.... it didn't have any gears.... it was a tad bit rusted... i was pestering my dad to get me cycle... in an academic household everything was marks and you want something then deserve it.... my father's moto.... "deserve before desire". One fine day my dad came with this rusted old cycle for me and I instantaneously fell in love with it.... It was so simple then.... You desire something and you got it and you were happy.... There were no parallel dimensions.... so alternate options... no paradoxes to account for.... no brand equity or showoff....I didn't even know what show off meant.... being from an humble family I never learned that....
That night i slept with sole thought of it... Next day when i came back from school i would show it to everyone.... I was rejuvenated with joy.... over flowing with happiness.... At that time it didn't matter to me what cycle my neighbour had.... or this is 2nd hand how can I show it to anyone... I didn't know materials shows reflection to what we are capable of.... actually to be truthful none of my friends care... they were all happy to see my happy.... even those who didn't have a cycle....
then came time to ride.... there were supporter tyres around the cycle.... My dad would come and take me to park to learn after his tea.... I had no complains from him... neither did we argue on how to do things... He would hold me and I would peddle.... and then he would leave me... but i knew he would run to catch me if i would fall.... that support that hand that simple knowledge of him being around was enough to embark courage to me....
i would come home... with bruises.... every day... each one would have a new story to tell... I would force my mother to sit with me and i would tell her story of each cut as if i am a knight who was essaying an impossible trial.... I fell daily but i always got up.... the enthusiasm to learn gave me way... I feel that it is missing now when i guess i need it most... with every fall i had this new zeal to get up and cycle again... with every bruise i felt the urge of commitment.... I was not afraid of failure... i tried and tried and tried and then one day.... after a week my dad asked "No cuts no bruise arnt you going to cycle...." i told him proudly "I learned how to cycle"
now why i told this story? each one of you who would take time to read this have lived this.... there is nothing special to my story.... so go to your own story.... and see the time... When you had zeal hope and commitment.... when you fell but knew how to get up... when you were not some cry baby but rather thought ourself as some knight who was capable of anything and everything.... that seem to be lost... that hope seem to be gone... redefine it... find your pillars your mom and your dad.... find your friends with whom you don't feel jealous... you will find the courage to fight all.... you will find the dedication to achieve all.... and commitment to never give up.... we knew how to... we have just forgotten....
how easy was it??? I remember my 1st cycle.... it didn't have any gears.... it was a tad bit rusted... i was pestering my dad to get me cycle... in an academic household everything was marks and you want something then deserve it.... my father's moto.... "deserve before desire". One fine day my dad came with this rusted old cycle for me and I instantaneously fell in love with it.... It was so simple then.... You desire something and you got it and you were happy.... There were no parallel dimensions.... so alternate options... no paradoxes to account for.... no brand equity or showoff....I didn't even know what show off meant.... being from an humble family I never learned that....
That night i slept with sole thought of it... Next day when i came back from school i would show it to everyone.... I was rejuvenated with joy.... over flowing with happiness.... At that time it didn't matter to me what cycle my neighbour had.... or this is 2nd hand how can I show it to anyone... I didn't know materials shows reflection to what we are capable of.... actually to be truthful none of my friends care... they were all happy to see my happy.... even those who didn't have a cycle....
then came time to ride.... there were supporter tyres around the cycle.... My dad would come and take me to park to learn after his tea.... I had no complains from him... neither did we argue on how to do things... He would hold me and I would peddle.... and then he would leave me... but i knew he would run to catch me if i would fall.... that support that hand that simple knowledge of him being around was enough to embark courage to me....
i would come home... with bruises.... every day... each one would have a new story to tell... I would force my mother to sit with me and i would tell her story of each cut as if i am a knight who was essaying an impossible trial.... I fell daily but i always got up.... the enthusiasm to learn gave me way... I feel that it is missing now when i guess i need it most... with every fall i had this new zeal to get up and cycle again... with every bruise i felt the urge of commitment.... I was not afraid of failure... i tried and tried and tried and then one day.... after a week my dad asked "No cuts no bruise arnt you going to cycle...." i told him proudly "I learned how to cycle"
now why i told this story? each one of you who would take time to read this have lived this.... there is nothing special to my story.... so go to your own story.... and see the time... When you had zeal hope and commitment.... when you fell but knew how to get up... when you were not some cry baby but rather thought ourself as some knight who was capable of anything and everything.... that seem to be lost... that hope seem to be gone... redefine it... find your pillars your mom and your dad.... find your friends with whom you don't feel jealous... you will find the courage to fight all.... you will find the dedication to achieve all.... and commitment to never give up.... we knew how to... we have just forgotten....
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