The Accident

The door closes and Richa comes out holding a bottle of wine in her hand. She was looking admirable in her blue knee length attire, coupled with a simple yet sophisticated scarf that was neatly woven round her slender neck. A diamond bracelet sparkled from her left wrist, outshining her red stilettos. Her pear shaped small peral earrings kept on dangling. Her peach skin is as fresh as mountains and she got sparkling blue eyes. Her angelic beauty is irresistible.

A guy with a Porsche asks to drop her home. Anyone would love to do this favour to her. 

She smiles.

"Holding a wine bottle doesn't mean I am drunk. Try your luck with someone else."

"Luck is something you can't rely on. I believe in myself much more than such things. Could we go out for dinner?"

"Trust me you wouldn't like to hang out with me."

"Why, do you have a past?"

The devil seems to have overtaken her expressions. The guy shivers and stands in a straight posture. She reached near him. Her aroma was alluring but he didn't felt like moving. She brought her lips very close to his and whispered.

"I do have a past, and even their memories."

An evil laugh followed as she moved towards the parking lot.

BEEP!

The doors of the Jaguar got unlached. The sound made by the car made it easy for her to find it out in the parking lot. She swept in the driving seat and threw the bottle in the front passenger’s seat. She drove the vehicle all through the city to the outskirts on the road. She is in no hurry and neither has she seemed to have a destination. The safety rules were always violated, the moment she gulped from the bottle. She didn’t care. Her life was not something that was important to her.

A pint of wine spilled and it distressed her even more. She puts her hand in the glove box to find some tissues and feels something hard she doesn’t remember being there. She takes it out and finds a small old metal box. A tear fell down her eyes. The wine found its way on the surface. A recurring memory starts haunting her. She needs to run away from this world.

A car at a crossing was waiting for someone. The guy got a call, came out of the car and was crossing the street to the florist. He didn’t knew that an angry lady all frustrated with her job, in a rush to meet her already waiting husband, trying to curl up her hair to make woe more men would ignore to look on the street. She stopped the car only after she realized that she had hit something or someone. She got scared and rushed herself up to the restaurant just down the street where his husband had been waiting. None had seen her doing the accident and neither were their any security cameras to prove it. But more than finding an escape to her crime she ran away out of perplexity and shock. She never thought that this incident would haunt her so badly. She should have stopped and atleast looked at the person she had hit. May be she could have saved his life.

The trailer’s light flashed on her eyes and she was brought out of her memories. She could never come out of it. She started drinking ever since that accident happened. She wished to be hanged for it but the court proved it to be an accident. She threw the box back in the glove box. She has neared a small city. It must be festival time. Every single shop is decorated and you could read their names from miles. She should grab some snacks as she has planned a much longer trip. She doesn’t stop however. May be she is not hungry. May be she will not need it anymore.

STOP!!!

Shouts her husband from the back seat.

The car skidds with the sudden jolt of brakes. A Truck swoops by just missing the edge of the car. The signal on the crossing was red. Only angels had saved her from this impact.

Sudden silence prevailed everywhere. The only sound that could be heard was two people's breath and rolling of the wine bottle. She wishes to hold the moment but couldn't help and turns. She turns back and starts crying. She takes out the box once again. The carvings on them were still intact in her mind every piece by piece. She opens it only to wet her cheeks more. It had her wedding ring passed on to the four generations of his husband. It was her fourth attempt of suicide, after the death of his husband in that accident but he would not just let her die.

She gears back the car to the cafe behind.

Isolation

Raj lifts his sand filled face, up in the air. His eyes are wide open but everything is blurred. He clears off the sand from his face, hands, clothes and gazes around. Sand is all around him and he starts remembering the things. The ship losing control, the havoc created in the people, the chaos everywhere and he falling from the deck.

WHERE is HE? What place is this? I am alive. IS there anyone else here? Someone must have also been alive and driven to some other part of this island. He starts shouting and running all around the beach. It was not a small place and he had to give up after few hours. He had come back to his initial location to find some food. He searched all around but nothing from the ship seems to be successful to reach this place. Tired and exhausted from the scorching heat he lies down on the ground. Was this the end of his life? His minds were pondering with all sorts of random questions while it starts becoming numb again.

He wakes up again at night and sets to find some fruit or anything to be eaten. He got successful very nearby only. Next he found a cave and everything looked to him like one of the movies with the actor lost on an island for a long time. He tried hard to create fire but maybe he was choosing the wrong stones. It was cold but he loved it. He tried to sleep but was mesmerized by the calm waves and the music played by the rustling of the leaves. The nature was indeed much more beautiful than his best imaginations.

Two days have passed and no one has yet reached to the shore either in search of him or driven by the waves. He thought to explore the other end of the island which he had been avoiding in fear of wild animals. The path was becoming more difficult as he was nearing the center of the island. He saw some of the most exotic birds and captured their images in his memory. The path was full of thorns and his feet had already got two cuts.

He had been walking all day. May be he has reached the other end and if not he needs to make it quick. He had lost track of time but according to his calculations the sun will set in 2 hours and he needs a cave to rest in. With trees all around he was having a weird feeling to sleep on the branch of a tree. What if he falls down? What if a jaguar climbs the tree? Though he had not met a single ferocious creature yet but they don’t increase the probability of not having one.

ARE his senses working right? That was a human voice. He hears it again. It’s a woman. He starts running in the direction of the voice. The thorns were not bothering him and neither the density of the bushes lessened his pace. The lady was shouting for help and it stopped him. The voice has been loud and clear and it was coming towards him. He hid himself behind a tree. A woman in her late 30’s was all tired and running towards the forest. Dirty denim and top with her hair all messed up, showed she has been on the island for more than days. She was pretty but it was not a movie to fall in love at first sight and hold the girl so she can doze off in your arms. He was waiting for the beast coming behind her. He had already grabbed a thick log to take care of danger about to come. She was right now the most beautiful thing on this whole universe and he needs to take care of her.

The danger was something out of everything he imagined. It were the tribals. ONE, TWO, FOUR. Four of them chasing a single girl, where has been their manhood? They had painted black faces. Leaves tied at hands, legs and other odd places. The short amount of cloth they were wearing was colourful which was quite odd at such a place but that was not a thing to be cared about in such a moment. The first one caught her. They tied her hands with the rope. Covered the mouth with a piece of cloth which may be was her handkerchief. He needs to do something now. There may be a hundreds of them back at their place. He imagined her being roasted on the fire while the tribals performed their rituals dancing around the fire. He got a firm grip over the log. She saw him as she was the only one facing his side. Her eyes widened and he could see hope in her eyes.

Bang! He had hit the last one, who shouted and fell on the ground. He swung the log like the baseball bat towards the second one. The guy shouted WTF and blood came out from his mouth. The third guy leapt towards him but could only grab the log and fell on the ground. The fourth one however succeeded to give him a hard hit and pushed him hard. He stumbled and with the combination of the push hit a tree real hard. He had started losing conscious with both, the hit and the fear of death when someone shouted out loud.

CUT! Who is the idiot? How the hell did he come here? Call the medic for the crew. 

The Answer

Richa just parked her car in front of the Rosemary café. She knew that the night was going to change her life. Raj had finally talked about their life together. She had the answer for almost 3 months now but she still asked for the evening.

She could see him through the glass pane sitting right infront of her car with his best friend Nikhil. He was in one of his best suited dress and looked pretty handsome. The sweats on his face and often gulping of water proved that he was nervous and maybe that’s why he brought Nikhil along. She knew that she was the subject of their discussion.

She opened the door of the café and moved towards the diner. Isn’t it the café they first met at?

Nothing has changed in these two years. The aroma from the kitchen just at the entry of the café, the smile from the waiters and the sophisticated environment of the café. She was walking towards the diner when she saw this tall, dark, well built, handsome guy in black suit smiling at her and she felt something. Their order got mixed up providing them a perfect opportunity to start up a conversation ending up in a memorable date. She fell in love with just after the first meet. The same was the effect on Raj.

Richa was too pretty to take eyes away from her. She looked elegant in the black saree. She must have been coming directly from some meeting for she was dressed quite formally. Almost every girl got jealous of her entrance but he didn’t have one to take care of. His heart was beating fast and he wished for a miracle to be with her.

He is sitting on the same table, with the same perfume he had that day. He had ordered for his favourite starters which was their favourite. Everything was right at their place just like the day they first met. She started to believe in déjà vu. It’s been two years they have been together and finally she needs to give him an answer.

She wishes to say yes but something is stopping her. She looks at him. He is the guy who would be there in her happy moments as there was never a sad moment with him. But he acted even weird sometimes. He almost gets lost in his jobs and that irritated her. She wished that Raj would have enforced the decision on her than asking it from her.

Should I say NO? I am totally confused but I need to give him an answer. She wished she had been at somewhere else now. She wished that she could have asked for some more time.

Raj gets up from the seat. Nikhil almost leaves the place. The silence is awkward. She takes a seat and the world stops moving. The eyes meet each other and they talk silently. Raj breaks the silence after a while. He knew the answer but he needed the verbal confirmation.

Raj : What’s your reply?

His voice was shaking. He wanted to hear the answer in his favour.

Richa (smiles): Yes. (A long pause)

Richa: I will send you the divorce paper tomorrow afternoon in your office.

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Love and types

Love is something which is not so easy to define. And ofcourse there is no true or false love. Every person has got its own version of love. The only way possible to define love is to divide it in categories and let everyone choose their version. Here are the basic types of love.

Unconditional Love – A feeling of completeness when the other person is around. The world seems to be lonely and useless without them. You enjoy every short moment spent with them. The feeling of holding hands is more wonderful than one of your achievements. You could go to any extent to keep that person happy. It’s one of the endangered types of love.

Friend zoned love – It’s the most common type of love. A person loves the other one and they have a gala time together. Celebrate occasions, have parties, outings and do all kind of mischievous activities. You like the company of the person and the person resembles a lot like you. Once your love is put in this kind it’s always be gonna there the same way.

Status Love – This kind of love is just a metaphor for the easy way out to fame/success. People try to be with the person with a good amount of beauty, brain or money. They may find out a lot of fault in the person but still be with them to improve their social status. This kind of love is growing at an exponential rate. Doesn’t matter how much the two fight when they are talking on cellphone or when they are alone but in public they are very comfortable with each other. This kind of love doesn’t come with guarantee and has a good rating of expiring early.

Unexpressive love – This kind is restricted to a certain group of people. People who are not so expressive and generally restrict their interaction with opposite sex fall mainly in this kind of love. Whenever someone is very polite to them or tries to be friendly to bring them out of their small world, they fall in love with that person. For the first time someone was close to you and you fall for them irrespective of their qualities. However, it’s quite difficult for them to express it.

Stupid love – A kind of love which happens to me often. This is generally done by the celebrities for their good looks or talent. You find every detail about them and fantasize about them. It goes until some close substitute for them doesn't come up. 100% of people are affected by this love.

Tough love – This is faced by people in love with possessive people. They don’t feel comfortable with their partner being friendly to everyone and sets wall around them. The partner has to undergo a tough situation of either living behind the walls or take the partner out of the walls. This brings complications but if both of them understand each other well, the bond is quite strong.

Love for friends and family – The purest kind of love anyone can imagine. The bonds which can’t be broken and it’s always fun to have them around.

                            WHAT KIND OF LOVE YOU ARE IN?

Mention the type of love you are in and share your experiences. Help people find love and share love.

HAVE I MISSED ANY KIND OF LOVE?

I don’t consider infatuation or lust as a form of love so they couldn’t make to the list. If someone wants to add another kind of love to the list, just comment it below.



LOVE YOU

The journey of Robotix

The journey began with the four of us,
The legend states it was perfect for fuss,
The beauty with the brain, the sugar of the tea,
The base for the team there was Srishti.

The silent calm guy, smart enough to hold attention,
Nikhil would be the one to cool away the tension,
The hurricane gone wild, the fun-o-mania,
When dedication was needed there was Samya.

Together we were a team, strong enough to be defeated,
Envied by others, our stories were repeated,
We fought enough but even this was true,
Our team was perfect just because of you.

Sadly enough the team had to seperate,
Unlike the memories the glory had to fade,
Formation of new team didn't took too long,
Different perspective people just made it strong.

Ankit was there, the hard working guy,
Bansal could sometimes make you cry,
Siddharth n Meghna would work real hard,
Peoples in the group who were not the retards.

The team had its moments precious enough to save,
The memory you could forget only in your grave,
Disputes had come, soon enough than expected,
Everyone did disperse, as was suspected.

The team was now made by four of the friends,
There was not even a single chance of dead end,
When logic was needed or bull like strength,
Everytime we knew Mohit was sent.

Hardwork without break, going mad over things,
Anyone could tell you, Mayank was pulling the strings,
Ishu was the one, like very few in the college,
The star of the show, the guy with the knowledge.

Each team had its glory tagged with achievement,
Each had its own, story for the parchment,
The tale still goes, don't know what it will be,
So let me remind u, u were lucky to have me.

Kaise Kahoon

When u love a girl and can't say it to her, all you do is write it down.
Tried to give voice to my composition.

PS - Please be kind enough to ignore the noise.

Woh Aansu hai

Na keh sake dil ki baat, na chupa hi sake,
unke chehre se nazre hata bhi na sake,
apsara hai, rooh hai, kaynat hai meri,
woh aansu thi, jise rok bhi na sake...


न  कह  सके  दिल  की  बात,  न  छुपा  ही  सके,
उनके  चेहरे  से  नज़रें,  हटा  भी  न  सके,
अप्सरा  है,  रूह  है,  कायनात  है  मेरी,
वो  आंसू  है,  जिसे  हम  रोक  भी  न  सके । 

Husn hai to

हुस्न  है  तो  आशिक  भी  होंगे ,
समुन्दर  है  तो  साहिल  भी  होंगे ,
इश्क  नहीं  लेती  कभी  जान  किसी  की ,
क़त्ल  हुआ  है  तो  कातिल  भी  होंगे ।

Kalakar

कलाकार का करिश्मा है तू , या खुद ही कलाकार है ,
होता नहीं है अब मुझसे , तेरा इख़्तियार है ,
तेरे दमकते चेहरे को चाँद ने देखा होगा सजनी ,
तभी अंधियारे में तुझसे मिलने आई है चाँदनी ।

Friends and the Writer

Whenever I feel lonely I would go to a park or a tea stall to make new friends and start a conversation. These friends are never high profile people but old aged people scolded by their sons, cleaners who came daily to clean government offices knowing the officer will not come today. The kids collecting the polythene bags, working at tea stalls and sometimes begging. The maid who wishes her son to be an educated man. She works hard to send her son to two tuitions so he could pass the matric exam. The sweeper who is having fever but still working in the sun or he will not be paid. The old woman who comes along with her granddaughter so she could get rest from the household work. The retired colonel with three sons working in abroad. He is quite lonely but never leaves the smile from his face. The guy who makes tea and thinks I am a reporter for he saw me writing things often. The bhelpuri wala who learnt making bhelpuri in Maharashtra but is resident of a small village at border of U.P. and Bihar. He does well in noida and says soon he will open a burger stall along with it. They are my friends. They expect nothing but my time to talk if they ever meet me, again.

The colonel impresses me a lot with his experiences. The story of wars, comrades and lifestyle is all what makes your life perfect. I was a bit depressed, he was never posted to Kashmir or any ice caps. He knows about my engineering, frowns though on my idea as a writer. He keeps on saying big things about working abroad. There is money, social status, and fame. Though he never told me where his sons worked. He never told me anything about them. I came to know about them from the sweeper of the park.

Ramdas is the owner of the tea shop. In his late fourties and works much more than the teenagers. Wearing a lungi and a vest, he is always shouting. Not in the voice to fury you but not pleasant also. He doesn’t like me. He has some grudge against reporters and thinks me to be one. I don’t complain, neither I tried to remove his doubts. His tea is famous around that corner. You could see peoples with multinational companies ID hung around their neck drinking tea there. Hardly any one of them has tried the coconut cookie there or they would have noted down the address of the bakery and bought packets. He never complains for me sitting there even though I have finished my tea long enough. I was his regular customer after all. But chhotu often got scolded because of chatting to me.

Chhotu is the boy who worked at the stall. He is 10 years old. His family is 1000 km far away but he was sent to get work and money. His real name is Rajendra. He neither knows its meaning nor does that he shares his name with our first president. He studied till 2^nd grade and was happy to be removed from school. He doesn’t want to study but wish to buy a cell just like mine so that he can also play games in it all day. Even munna is also of same age. He would always run to me if he caught my view. He lives in the slum behind and begs with other slum children in near localities. He knows that I will not give him money but chocolates instead. He never demanded his favourite one till now. He wishes to study but her mother hasn’t got money to send her to. He would always make toys out of scraps. Sometimes they would just wonder me and I would make a little upgraded version of it with useful stuffs and show off in my friends. He only wishes her mother to get cured of the disease she is suffering from.

The old lady at the park is very sweet. Mainly because she makes good sweets and often brings them for me. Her granddaughter’s name is Richa. She is a cute angel with chubby cheeks. The lady laughs that I know cooking. She teases me that after marriage I will have to cook for my wife. She says she is old, she needs to have a little more rest but richa is growing and her working mom isn’t there to take care of her. Her son loves her a lot. She wishes to go to Vaishno Devi trip but her son didn’t take her along because someone had to stay back and take care of the house.

They all love me and share their time and secrets with me. They expect me to be there at our meeting spot the next day too. They never complain if I fail. I wish that they knew the reality. The reality in which I was a very selfish guy. I would show them dreams and give hopes but may not be there to help them out. All they were to me was subjects to write upon.