The Best Disguise

It started again . The blames, the arguments, the screams, the unwanted blabbers. He could hear it clearly. Though the wordings weren’t clear but the meanings were. Unhappiness spilling all over the house. He stopped abruptly in the middle of his writing. Irritated he stood up. Craving for a smoke. But he remembered his promise. He had made in a haste. In an emotional moment. To her. When she was leaving for three long years though much against her wishes. She had asked for this one thing. Asked him to quit. And he couldn’t deny. Not in any way. May be she was very clever. Though she had asked him not to miss her too much still she made sure that he misses her a thousand times a day. Every time he craved for it he craved for her. Would she also be craving the same way. He thought. And smiled thinking about the answer. 
The sound of a vessel being dropped on the floor dragged him out of his own world again. Wooden furniture was getting pulled. Disgusted, that’s what he felt. How immature we humans can get to show our anger . He remembered the very day the couple had come to his house seeing the To-let board hanged in front of his dark chocolate coloured iron gate. He didn’t reply the bell at first. Immersed in one of his writings and had gotten struck somewhere in between he hated to be disturbed.but life, it has it’s own demands. It needs to be answered. To be cared, to be nurtured, to be pampered. Just like a baby girl. Asking for uncountable hugs from her loving dad. He stood up. Reluctantly. Pushing the wooden chair a bit backward , to make enough space for his long legs to stretch. With fast paced steps he moved towards the door. Opening it with a single jolt turning the golden bolt to right, just once. He had already unlocked the grill to move to the front yard and had stepped on the green grass that when he could feel their pinch on his toes. They hurt. Exactly the same way when the first time he had walked on them, bare footed. Some 27 years back. The day they shifted to this city from a nearby town. The landowner’s house was adored with a beautiful green lawn. Every evening after coming back from school he used to rush downstairs. Throwing away his slippers feeling the pinch on his bare footed toes. The scoldings of his strict mother yielded no results. As if the pinch was a pleasure in itself.He would wait the whole day in school to just come back and feel the grass.  But there was no meaning in feeling them today here. At this age. All that curiosity. That gentleness . That pure boyish emotions have vanished.Replacing in it’s place a practical realistic mature him. Who had learnt it all, not just in the right but also the wrong way. Life hasn’t been smooth. He used to complain . In the beginning, a lot. Get angry not just on everyone but also on his own self. He used to hate it totally. Which never seemed fair to him and always seemed pleased with everyone surrounding him.

The couple standing near the gate appeared restless. Though he could see their faces faintly with the help of the street light scattering all over the place dreading the broken glass but he could feel their restlessness very well. Because that’s what he had learnt all these years. Over decades. To understand another’s mind even without talking to them. He thought for a second . To whom should he be thankful for gifting him with these abilities. May be to his life, to those circumstances and to those people who unknowingly or knowingly crafted them for him. Stripping him up of his peace of mind and leaving him on the verge of depression.

He welcomed the couple inside. Guided them through the stairs and showed them the freshly painted rooms with  2 bathrooms, a kitchen and a tiny balcony to relax. They seemed impressed. Almost ready to pay the advance right then. Both of them seemed well educated. Working professionals as mentioned . He didn’t expect them to agree to his mentioned rates at first  but surprisingly they did.  He was happy. As he hadn’t expected that to happen.Because nothing had happened that way with him. In just one go. He always had to try harder even for tiniest of things. And so the deal was done. 

They shifted . Within a week. It all seemed well in the initial days. But slowly the curtains were raised. Which irritated his mind to the very core. Coercing him for a smoke. But unfortunately he could not do that either. Once on a Sunday he was invited for lunch. Both the man and woman were very eager to know about his family life, his professional life and everything related to him. Why he stayed alone became their favourite pass time. Even they did not hesitate to ask him personal questions in the first interaction itself like whether his marriage was arranged by his family or it had happened the other way. Not forgetting to mention that their’s was a arranged one and both of their horoscopes had perfectly matched with each other assuring them of a beautiful future ahead. The entire afternoon he did the listening and they did the talking part. Tired of so much newly received information he came back and collapsed straight on his bed.

Another vessel fell on the floor. This time with a louder thud. It disturbed him. He had already decided to talk to them. The daily fights had become a routine affair. But surprisingly every morning they go well dressed. Each to their respective work place. Exactly like obedient school kids. But the moment they step in , living in the ground floor becomes hell. He tried to remember the days he had fights with her. Ya, even they had fights, or we can say difference of opinion. But nothing resembling this. Though nobody had matched their horoscopes. Because nobody considered them eligible to be  matched. Though nobody blessed them as nobody considered them blessed enough to get blessed. Still they survived. The qualms of time. Though she was away from him at the moment. For reasons unavoidable. Still they were bound together deep inside their minds and in the depth of their hearts.  The night was getting darker. And the screen of his laptop was losing patience. He sat down again in front of it. A faint smile clinched his lips. “ The Best Disguise” he named it. The title of his half penned write up.


                                  

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Unspoken....

                                                        

Sudhir ran with full speed but it seemed as if he was destined to be late. The car had already left the campus leaving behind a trail of memories that filled his heart with happiness but at the same time snatched away his beloved Smriti.

The book dropped from his hands as a grief stricken Sudhir broke down in pain for not ever being able to speak of his innumerable emotions that he hid behind his subtle smile.

The book lay there on the floor untouched, ignored like a lost love feeling helpless and baffled waiting for someone to come for it’s rescue when the canteen boy’s eyes fell on it and within no time it found itself surrounded by numerous others on Park lane, famous for old books.

“As in books so in life, it’s not about the hours but the feelings that binds us…. Your’s Sudhir” were the lines written on the first page of a Nicholas Spark’s novel with the date of their graduation, that Smriti discovered on one of her expeditions for old books in the city and an unexpected celebration filled her heart with warmth speaking out unspoken emotions that Sudhir wasn’t able to.

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Your's Orkut....

                                                     

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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 ,

Your's....

Orkut 

                                           

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Devil Turns Human Again....

Finally my work got over . So did my patience . To stay awake for a single more minute .

And then I lay flat on my not so cozy bed serving me like a trusted companion on the 5^th floor of the flat in a concrete jungle that seemed to radiate heat from all around including my head .

I still don’t remember when my sleep deprived eyes actually swum across the pool of dreams . But I do remember the peculiar dream I saw that night . 

It was no one else but my pencils , pens , my sharpeners and erasers that started to have a group discussion kind of thing where everybody wants to outsmart the other trying to prove his/her own mettle as the gen next potential leader .

And here they tried to outsmart each other with the number of complaints against me as if I am the devil reborn in the disguise of a human .

So here’s how it went …..

Sharpey with his sharp analytical skills walked up to Penico and said “Hey dude what’s up”

Penico without even a pinch of hesitance started to speak of his ordeal as if he was just waiting for this moment right from his birth . 

“What to say bro ….My life has become worse since the past few months . From the time she has shifted to this new place she has totally forgotten there’s something called common sense. 

Each time …each time she is tensed she just bites me . Can you believe it ? She simply bites me . As if I am some candy especially made to reduce tension .”

And with a grumpy look he showed off the bruise marks on his back . “This just doesn’t satisfy her bro. If her tension still persists she keeps on scribbling on the paper with such force that my mouth gets torn off and falls down .”

“Say me bro…. Will all these tearing bruising and forcing reduce her life’s tensions ?”

Hearing their conversation Essu who hid behind the books slowly walked towards them to start her part . Seeing her approach Sharpey and Penico felt as if a dash of fresh air dabbed their souls in this blazing summer night .

“Hi guys” …Essu…said spilling charm all around and then she started .

“You know….She bought me the first day she shifted here making me feel so special . But that feeling just got lost in the winds as she never ever touched me again . She even forgot that I existed . She just threw me out in some corner searching for me when needed but never bothering to show me that care. I still don’t get it why did she bring me in the first place like a third child who is born by mistake and never given his/her justified position in the family .”

Her sad tale made Sharpey and Penico realize that though they are hurt still they are in a better condition than Essu .

The clock had struck twelve and the discussion was in high spirits . When two new members joined in . 

Cello and  Scaley . 

 

Cello shrugging off his shoulder said    “There was a time I was her favorite. She never left her home without me. Whether writing in the exams or writing prescriptions I was her most trusted companion . But forget it friends she has become a selfish emotionless hag these days. 

All the time she keeps on typing on that lappy screen . Have you seen her handwriting off late …. yuk …. it’s so untidy . And the worst thing is ...whenever she feels that she needs me she will stuck me inside her hand bag in such a manner that I die out of suffocation ."

"Gone are those good old days…. when nicely she used to keep me in a beautiful box giving me my much deserving place. These days I feel lucky if she remembers to take me with her. 

Though she has started writing more frequently from past few months …. But I say you it’s not writing . It’s simply typing my friends . Whether it’s on her laptop or on her smart phone .”

Hearing cello’s words a drop of tear sparkled on Scaley’s eyes who said that he isn’t at all remembered after her final year got over. Lucky he is…that she still owns him . Who knows when his end will come inside some stinky dustbin . 

After heavy rounds of discussion they felt it was going to be morning soon and their devilish doc would wake up . 

So, they went back to their own places bidding goodbye for tonight and patting each other to hold on a bit more .

That morning after waking up I did realize that I was becoming more self obsessed . Being too busy with my work .  Ignoring my old companions . 

So I decided to buy a lovely pen stand for them and gifted them with a new home .

After all they have also shifted to a new city and would be feeling home sick sometimes ....... just like me .

                                 

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If I Were A Superhero .....

If I were a superhero

It’s not just one

But many I would ask for .

Power to wither down injustice

Power to end wars .

To make people smile for reasons so silly

To freshen up again a dried up lily .

Vanish away a rich baron’s golden anklet

Steal the glamor from a proud starlet .

Fill it up in the palms of those

Who spend their lives carving for few more .

To open up gates of ice cream stores

For kids of all ages staring outside glass doors .

To let everyone’s taste buds feast for a while 

With chicken , paneer and double egg rolls .

To harbor hopeful rays

Even in glistening summer noon

Fulfilling promises not late but too soon .

Shielding up women from dirty lustful looks

Punishing perpetrators diminishing crooked crooks .

Making people value emotions more in life

Forgetting daily squabbles in the blink of an eye .

How soothing life would be for each one out there

When all live in peace and get their deserving share .

Though we are not superheroes

Still let’s seek

To make lives a little better

Being humane enough

And not maddening selfish freaks .

                             

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Magical Fog....

He stood there ,surprised.

Three months and out of the hospital bed even the gentle breeze felt like a blessing.

 

Flashes of past days crossed his mind reminding him of his daily routine when every day he used to curse the morning fog that settled down on the car’s panes giving him another reason to curse life and it’s maker.

Today ,standing on the wet grass ,feeling it’s  freshness between his bare fingers and touching those tiny drops sparkling on the maple leaves he could hear someone silently speak .

“It’s the magic of nature that anchors these moments……called Life”

                                     

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