Sunday, 13 July 2014
The docile wind brushed across the white curtains propelling it with a gentle force , disturbing it’s so called peaceful sleep .
Neither appeased nor pacified the intruder searched for new companions amongst decorative designer furniture that displayed grumpy faces expressing their unwillingness to befriend an insignificant passerby.
Saddened with the response , our lonesome solitary wind decided to conclude his endeavor of finding new companions and to return back to his reclusive life amidst the high lands and clouds .
Just then his eyes fell on her , a plump brown colored book that seemed to have been forgotten with the advent of modern age and spent a lonely life starving for a friend .
Like the blocks of a puzzle they coalesced together , as in happiness and joy the brown pages fluttered .
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Hi Dear ,
How are you ? Busy right …with your new found friends .
Sorry for being so blunt . But that’s the truth I guess .
Well my purpose of writing is neither to poke you nor to point fingers at you . Rather to apologize for not being able to stand up to your expectations moving in a very fast paced manner .
You remember the day you logged into my space . Young bubbly and vivacious you were . With sweetness of a 19 year old and simplicity of a young adult . For a long time you had denied to log into my space and discover those amazing indulgences hidden in my world . And finally when you did , there was no turning back .
Your friends , your interests , groups of your likeness there was everything that you wished for . A land that transformed your life into a dream world . You befriended with your classmates ,your seniors ,your juniors and even strangers . Didn’t you . And that was so easy . Just with the click of a mouse . To get enchanted in this world of internet where nobody’s a stranger and nobody a friend .
For hours you used to sit in the internet café near your house in the pretext of combined studies or tutions .A blush of pink traced on your cheeks when somebody sent you a birthday wish or when a sweet morning message came from an admirer .
Those scraps of emotions that tied you with your numerous friends out there , filled in bundles of joy within my heart as I was the medium which trustfully transferred every bit of word scribbled on the pages of my space.
How can I forget your first fight with a friend when you hadn’t logged on for a whole day . Though I was sad but still I persevered as I knew you would come back to me like a beloved companion ignoring the hype and hoopla of this outrageous world .
Yes you did . You did come back to me that day .
But that was years back . When you were a youngster with pure gentle emotions untouched and unscathed .
And now , years thence you have changed . So has every one .
I think that’s how life is .
I did try a lot to stand up to your expectations . To hold your gentle fingers continue typing . To bring you back in my arms . To forbid you from moving on .
Alas ! I couldn’t succeed . Coz you had already made up your mind .To move on . To abandon me . To hand over my rights in the hands of your new found indulgence . Slowly but steadily I could feel it . I could sense the change . First for hours , then days , then weeks , then months , then years and finally it was over . Our beautiful lovable sweet relationship that was butchered alive in the hands of a smarter chicer and brighter space . The one that provided you everything that I did but in an instant .
That showed you new ways of not just indulgence rather self indulgence . And you got carried away . As that’s how human beings are . Too self obsessed . I limited myself to words and feelings coz I thought emotions are the building blocks of life . But it gave you the chance to display everything , just everything. Even your private of moments and surprisingly you loved that . Not just you but everyone else around you too .
And then you all moved on . Not individually but in bulk .
I was left alone . Still I hoped that someday things may change . Someday you may remember me . Someday you may comeback bringing every one along with you .
That dream of mine remains unfulfilled . And finally I have to bid goodbye .
So thought of writing to you as that’s the best medium I have always felt .
Take care and goodbye my dear ….
Best wishes and loads of love ,
Pic : Google Images .
Well , this is my 100th Post . A gift for our old friend Orkut :)
Tuesday, 1 July 2014
UBC Day 1:
The bus was filled to it’s optimum capacity .Can say even more than it’s capacity . Still more people wanted to get in and reaching home alive after a suffocating travel of just 10 mins can be considered more than an achievement .
How can we deny that , in this struggle for survival each one of us fights our own battles which may get transformed to full fledged war at times .
But the issue here isn’t about these suffocating struggles nor about the unwanted battles or wars but about the people we encounter during these periods .
All these years meeting people , interacting with them I realized there are not just bad ones but good ones too .
The ones who restore our faith in humanity . The ones who make us feel safe again .
The ones who make us feel you aren’t alone . Even I am one of your kind .
Whenever we do good and get stabbed at the back we start cursing everyone around the very next moment and in return curse God too , thinking there’s no meaning in being good .
But that’s not always the case . If you are a good person , if you are a good soul , if you have a caring heart with a sense of charity within yourself then , I am pretty sure you will bump into someone exactly like you .
When …may be any moment . Where... may be just any where . Who... may be just any one . A beggar , an auto driver , a bus conductor , a TT, a fellow passenger , a friend who was once a stranger or simply someone who comes to your help when no one’s around .
And do you know who these people are .
The one’s send by God .
The ones who need to know each other . Get to interact , get to learn and get to share each other’s feelings .
And feel that yes , humanity’s still alive . Shouldn’t I preserve mine when somebody else like me is exactly doing the same.
As at the end it makes life simple . It makes life comfortable and it makes life livable .
So , whenever you feel lost in this big bad world and a thought quivers in your mind that what’s the point in being good . What’s the need to be honest. What’s the value of being a caring person.
Just wait before making up your mind .
Just wait before taking any decision .
Coz who knows you may bump into some goodness today .
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