It was not under my interest to see what was going on around. But many recent encounters that I had to see and hear made me go to the depth of this incompetent life lived by many, suffered and tolerated in all sense, for the one single word which’s meaning is not yet understood by many of the ones I see. They call it, just LOVE.
Love used to be a divine thing long ago. I still find love as an attractive thing, but what I am going to discuss here is not just my views, but what I have heard and seen all around. And once I account this, you may feel like these are stories heard. Let me tell you one thing. These are not stories. These are realities that happened.
The shocking part is the age group. It varies. It starts from the age of 12-18, and in colleges, goes ahead. The approach is the first step from boys, and sometimes girl, and then they call themselves in a relationship. Fine! Then they say they are in love. Fine again! Then they kiss! Can be avoided for no harm is done except for bad breath and farts. But next is the worst part and to think these are only kids.
There are many kinds in this form. But eventually they end in only one result. Not many relations reach there I say, but how many can be careful as they claim to be? And this carelessness is the factor that leads me to this little article. I am not allowed to state names so I just shall narrate the events, and rest can be assumed.
Even in news we hear how girls are being exploited. But the fact is that girls are being exploited for their ignorance over how they should see themselves, I would say. And boys, well, they would try to get anything for them to get in. Who is wrong is a question I rather ask and not answer. Sincerity is a factor died long ago.
Recently a boy in a school killed himself due to matters affecting his so called love life. And to think he was only 15 to think so deep as a Romeo. This was in news. Also was news about a girl who had gone out with a boy and came back with a swollen belly and many names to the result. She was only 14. What is to be done with such ladies and gentlemen?
The culture in America is kind of different, I know. They have got their own ways of handling sex and relationships. It is their matter. Good things and bad things happen everywhere. But today teenagers see more of bad and get anticipated and excited at the same time over them, with the eagerness to try more over the factor. This is what is referred to as incompetence of the kids.
Love has turned out to be an instrument for practicing sex and nothing less. Recently I met a teacher who mentioned about how students go wrong. The teacher said so about their miserable parents who cry out about their children, taking leave from class together, and go around. Some go behind the auditoriums, while some go to their houses with no one else in there. A camera and a bed, and everything are set for 20 minutes entertainment. The worst part, they are not the only ones to get the clips. Children who have been taken aback as such are many.
Recently in a school a few kids were found to be absent for a couple of days. But when the authorities enquired to their parents, they were shocked to gear that they would also dress up and go to school. The matter was stopped by having some police officers who solved the case. The girls would land at the bus stop where someone else would be waiting for them in a car, who would take them away. What was precious was already lost by then.
In Gujarat, a girl was killed for prostitution. But the fact remained that the one who was killed was actually raped by the ones who killed her. By when the truth was known, it was too late. And in London, a 13 year old became a father. In Pakistan, only the ladies are punished for prostitution, and so in many other Arab nations. Whatever has happened to “Only they who are not sinned shall throw the stone.”?
18 years for girls and 21 for boys was set by the government and the olden sages under the realization that it is at that time that sexual and physical developments come to a better stage for practice. But eagerness draws the children to a rather awkward state as how it is seen around.
Under-aged kids are forced to practice the illicit acts. Sometimes in the name of love, and some other times simply for pleasure. Numerous news and clips are available on such matters and yet everyone is eager to do the wrong alone. Like the wise men say, “Bad is tastier, while good is healthier.”
It is time that we wake up and come to the realization, before it gets too late in any case. Respect for women is to be regained. Childhood is to be returned for kids. Prostitution is to be checked under strict ideals. (I am not against prostitution, for it is actually something going on for many years which even has license. But if it goes off hands, like involving kidnaps and children, then it is serious.) Children have to undergo compulsory sex education and should consult proper psychiatrists to discuss their tensions, the present times being more complicated than earlier. And that’s all I got to say.
P.S. I ain’t into social works. But this is a serious matter of concern which I thought I would share. This is just the beginning though. Probably, next time I post something, it will be a story upon this. See you till then.
29 January 2011
11 January 2011
Manu's letters
This is my new short story. The idea was given by a dear freind Sajal. It had been a bit of work for me, and now that is complete, I have a small excerpt from it for you all.
Manoj walked around the corridor, tensed as usual. Dr. Saritha was inside Manu’s room, checking up on him as usual. Manoj’s tension rose up as usual. It was unlikely for him to take a leave, and so for him to be not tensed. And here he was tensed again, for no one else but his young brother.
Manoj was a thin man, he never ate much. He was tall, but not strong. His eyes had sunk inside and his lips were dry. He was 25, but looked older than that. He wore simple dress, yet elegant, which enabled him to even go to office at that instant. His house was big, with lot luxuries, only he never enjoyed any.
Hearing the door to Manu’s room open, he turned back, to see Saritha walk out. She closed the door behind her and saw him move forward towards her. As he stopped near her, she said, “I really think he should be taken to the hospital. For heaven’s sake…”
“He doesn’t want to go.”
“It is no more a patient’s choice, but of the doctor.”
“I will not act different from what he had asked me to do.”
Saritha looked away and said, “I don’t have anything to say. It is his choice.”
Manoj closed his eyes and asked, “What is the assurance that he will survive if I take him to you?” She looked back at him. He opened his eyes and continued, “It won’t change, so let us have it his way.”
Saritha didn’t smile. She simply said, “Now it is in your hands.” Manoj smiled and corrected her. “No! It is his choice.”
When she left he walked to Manu’s room and watched him. He was simply lying there, tired and still, but still young, just 24, and still looked the same in all ways.
He sat near him, and he opened his eyes to see his elder brother. Manoj looked at him and smiled. In a tired voice, Manu asked, “What did Saritha say?”
Manoj looked at him and replied, “She said everything is going to be fine.”
Manu smiled and said, “That girl really has a big ass and two nice pieces of boobs. Have you ever noticed that?”
“Shut up, Manu!” Manoj never liked the guy’s talk. Manu smiled more and said, “You know…you have missed a lot in your life, Manoj, really a lot.” Manoj didn’t have anything to say.
Manu’s smile vanished and said, “I have something for you.” He coughed a bit and slid to the other side of the bed. As Manoj was looking, Manu took out a piece of paper and said, “When I am gone, I want you to read it.”
“Why are you..?”
“Take it, Manoj.” That was an order. Manoj took it from him, as Manu continued, “And get out of here. Be back at 8. Do not read it until I am gone. And my words for you…I hate you.”
The words were indeed a shock for Manoj, but he didn’t know why he said that. Manu turned his head away and said, “Now go out and come back at 8. I have work to do.” And he said no more. Knowing how arrogant he could get, Manoj stood up and walked out of the room.
When he walked back to his room at 8 in the evening, Manu was not there to bid him goodbye.
Manoj walked around the corridor, tensed as usual. Dr. Saritha was inside Manu’s room, checking up on him as usual. Manoj’s tension rose up as usual. It was unlikely for him to take a leave, and so for him to be not tensed. And here he was tensed again, for no one else but his young brother.
Manoj was a thin man, he never ate much. He was tall, but not strong. His eyes had sunk inside and his lips were dry. He was 25, but looked older than that. He wore simple dress, yet elegant, which enabled him to even go to office at that instant. His house was big, with lot luxuries, only he never enjoyed any.
Hearing the door to Manu’s room open, he turned back, to see Saritha walk out. She closed the door behind her and saw him move forward towards her. As he stopped near her, she said, “I really think he should be taken to the hospital. For heaven’s sake…”
“He doesn’t want to go.”
“It is no more a patient’s choice, but of the doctor.”
“I will not act different from what he had asked me to do.”
Saritha looked away and said, “I don’t have anything to say. It is his choice.”
Manoj closed his eyes and asked, “What is the assurance that he will survive if I take him to you?” She looked back at him. He opened his eyes and continued, “It won’t change, so let us have it his way.”
Saritha didn’t smile. She simply said, “Now it is in your hands.” Manoj smiled and corrected her. “No! It is his choice.”
When she left he walked to Manu’s room and watched him. He was simply lying there, tired and still, but still young, just 24, and still looked the same in all ways.
He sat near him, and he opened his eyes to see his elder brother. Manoj looked at him and smiled. In a tired voice, Manu asked, “What did Saritha say?”
Manoj looked at him and replied, “She said everything is going to be fine.”
Manu smiled and said, “That girl really has a big ass and two nice pieces of boobs. Have you ever noticed that?”
“Shut up, Manu!” Manoj never liked the guy’s talk. Manu smiled more and said, “You know…you have missed a lot in your life, Manoj, really a lot.” Manoj didn’t have anything to say.
Manu’s smile vanished and said, “I have something for you.” He coughed a bit and slid to the other side of the bed. As Manoj was looking, Manu took out a piece of paper and said, “When I am gone, I want you to read it.”
“Why are you..?”
“Take it, Manoj.” That was an order. Manoj took it from him, as Manu continued, “And get out of here. Be back at 8. Do not read it until I am gone. And my words for you…I hate you.”
The words were indeed a shock for Manoj, but he didn’t know why he said that. Manu turned his head away and said, “Now go out and come back at 8. I have work to do.” And he said no more. Knowing how arrogant he could get, Manoj stood up and walked out of the room.
When he walked back to his room at 8 in the evening, Manu was not there to bid him goodbye.
28 December 2010
Moving to the new year
So far this had been yet another bad year for me. I had been under the thought that I had friends over here, but then, many strange things struck me hard enough. First of all, I lost in my dramas. My D-Zone drama was a failure. Have to blame myself for being more a director and less an actor on stage. But my team mates too didn't take it seriously. For them it was just a game, while for me it was a life time opportunity. In other words, they failed me.
I lost in arts too. Got a second because of one man's callous behavior. I am still upset about it, because if I had got it right, things would have gone in a far better fashion.
I thought my department was with me when they supported me throughout arts. But when I went for D-Zone, I realized that the support was because at arts I was the only one representing them in English drama. Once it was done, they needed me no longer. At a moment when I need lot support, I got none at D-Zone. Happy to know that I have no friends over there. So, as I thought in the beginning of my engineering life, I have made no friends.
A person who I thought was a good friend betrayed me not just in my love life, but also in case of my other friends too. Many think I am the worst choice they could opt because of that one man. Glad to know that everyone has broken up with me not just because I am different, but because of the image he had made of me. The sad part is…I am fucking alone.
The present outcome is, I have decided to not to continue engineering. I will finish the course, but not go through the supples after college. I rather go through what I want, because, no one wants me to do so. I want to live my life.
Scared and worried about falling in love, because P@#$%^&* has been lot for me. She just didn't see it. Now I don't care. Love and I will never go together.
Friends...I rather leave them here. I may be victorious, or I may lose and die as such. They will praise or ditch me respectively. But none will be with me. So let they be here.
And why I say this here, for two reasons. One that I am stepping on to a new year, where I am desperate to make some friends, fall in love and make a new face of myself. I know that none will happen, but still, what if....
And secondly....because I am sure no body will be reading this. So far, that's what has been happening to my blog.
I lost in arts too. Got a second because of one man's callous behavior. I am still upset about it, because if I had got it right, things would have gone in a far better fashion.
I thought my department was with me when they supported me throughout arts. But when I went for D-Zone, I realized that the support was because at arts I was the only one representing them in English drama. Once it was done, they needed me no longer. At a moment when I need lot support, I got none at D-Zone. Happy to know that I have no friends over there. So, as I thought in the beginning of my engineering life, I have made no friends.
A person who I thought was a good friend betrayed me not just in my love life, but also in case of my other friends too. Many think I am the worst choice they could opt because of that one man. Glad to know that everyone has broken up with me not just because I am different, but because of the image he had made of me. The sad part is…I am fucking alone.
The present outcome is, I have decided to not to continue engineering. I will finish the course, but not go through the supples after college. I rather go through what I want, because, no one wants me to do so. I want to live my life.
Scared and worried about falling in love, because P@#$%^&* has been lot for me. She just didn't see it. Now I don't care. Love and I will never go together.
Friends...I rather leave them here. I may be victorious, or I may lose and die as such. They will praise or ditch me respectively. But none will be with me. So let they be here.
And why I say this here, for two reasons. One that I am stepping on to a new year, where I am desperate to make some friends, fall in love and make a new face of myself. I know that none will happen, but still, what if....
And secondly....because I am sure no body will be reading this. So far, that's what has been happening to my blog.
07 October 2010
Just from my heart
I was learning everything about myself for the past two days, when I was alone in my room, thinking about the drama, which again has a chance to drop away. Did I mention my dance drama being pulled out by a mother-fucking man who always walks around with a tie? Sorry for my language, just can't help it.
Talking about me, I was going round about that one girl. She...the angel, the blossoming flower of the garden in my hearty. She thinks I am loser. A year ago, a friend of mine successfully made her believe it ever since I made one mistake. The gravest mistake was in trusting him.
Why am I saying this now? For one simple reason, that I have realized a cruel part about love. She hates me in all sense. And why...because she has failed to see me.
What is essential in a relationship? Mutual understanding. That was why I was craving for love. but it seems like....love is not the essential thing. When a person is your mate, he/she wants to point you to their friends and say, "Look at that person. He/She is cool in such a way."
People want to be with those who have proved their worth. Is their truth in such a relationship? I don't think so. Consider the way I think, I'll reach somewhere only after long time. If someone comes into my life now, it will be someone who can understand me deeply. After being successful, there is no point in having a person in your life, for deceit overcomes love at such states. Rarely love comes at such states.
Finding a mate before being someone is thus essential for me. But now, she sees not me but my faults. And foolish me...I can not fall for someone else I have fallen so much for her. It is not love as they say, it is foolishness. And I am still in that transient state where I just don’t know anything else apart from her. What is the use of such a state?
One day...she will know. It will be too late by then. And I will be alone forever, for till date, I've never fund anyone who could replace her, ever.
Nobody wants to be with a loser. And nobody wants to be with a lover. Everyone wants to be with a person who they can show out to the society and say, "This is my guy/gal."
No offense to the lovers outside. I am simply mad today. And I just want to say to you...you may be in love. I am only typing my feelings. And I am not drunk, but quite crazy....Silly me!!!
Talking about me, I was going round about that one girl. She...the angel, the blossoming flower of the garden in my hearty. She thinks I am loser. A year ago, a friend of mine successfully made her believe it ever since I made one mistake. The gravest mistake was in trusting him.
Why am I saying this now? For one simple reason, that I have realized a cruel part about love. She hates me in all sense. And why...because she has failed to see me.
What is essential in a relationship? Mutual understanding. That was why I was craving for love. but it seems like....love is not the essential thing. When a person is your mate, he/she wants to point you to their friends and say, "Look at that person. He/She is cool in such a way."
People want to be with those who have proved their worth. Is their truth in such a relationship? I don't think so. Consider the way I think, I'll reach somewhere only after long time. If someone comes into my life now, it will be someone who can understand me deeply. After being successful, there is no point in having a person in your life, for deceit overcomes love at such states. Rarely love comes at such states.
Finding a mate before being someone is thus essential for me. But now, she sees not me but my faults. And foolish me...I can not fall for someone else I have fallen so much for her. It is not love as they say, it is foolishness. And I am still in that transient state where I just don’t know anything else apart from her. What is the use of such a state?
One day...she will know. It will be too late by then. And I will be alone forever, for till date, I've never fund anyone who could replace her, ever.
Nobody wants to be with a loser. And nobody wants to be with a lover. Everyone wants to be with a person who they can show out to the society and say, "This is my guy/gal."
No offense to the lovers outside. I am simply mad today. And I just want to say to you...you may be in love. I am only typing my feelings. And I am not drunk, but quite crazy....Silly me!!!
11 September 2010
At a confused state
I am actually very much confused. First of all, my new semester has begun, and to be frank, me team mate is killing me, telling things I can never understand. But since it is his dream, and since he is in our team (well, we're actually in his team) I am obliged to be with him. What is in a dazed state are the below things.
First of all, the drama "India Before And After Independence" is at a far away state since the principal has no mind in helping the team. But at least this time many of the faculties are with us. The canvasing program over the first years (and if not adequate, second years too) will be done in a period of two weeks. Don't know where it is going to. Hope for the best though.
Second is about the drama we are proposing for D Zone. Apart from me, only one more has read the drama in our team. She liked it, and I have added one more scene. This version hasn't been read by any. And we have stat with the audition works too, but that too happens to be uncertain, again due to the major project and the Principal. Again hope for the best.
The main worry is that my thumbs are going numb over UGLY. I just am not getting the right words for it anymore,. maybe because of this course I am attending. I don't think I will be able to do it as I used to. But will have to work hard on it too. The same goes with THE THIEF.
Presently am reading Paulo Coelho's The Winner Stand Alone. Frankly....it is scaring me, showing the truth behind the show business. Anyways, it is very interesting too.
I want you guys to pray for me. I want to do things right this year.
P. S. I also want you guys to pray for me to get that one girl I really like. Only if you have time though. Major prayers for the above sessions are what I really need.
Have a nice month everyone.
First of all, the drama "India Before And After Independence" is at a far away state since the principal has no mind in helping the team. But at least this time many of the faculties are with us. The canvasing program over the first years (and if not adequate, second years too) will be done in a period of two weeks. Don't know where it is going to. Hope for the best though.
Second is about the drama we are proposing for D Zone. Apart from me, only one more has read the drama in our team. She liked it, and I have added one more scene. This version hasn't been read by any. And we have stat with the audition works too, but that too happens to be uncertain, again due to the major project and the Principal. Again hope for the best.
The main worry is that my thumbs are going numb over UGLY. I just am not getting the right words for it anymore,. maybe because of this course I am attending. I don't think I will be able to do it as I used to. But will have to work hard on it too. The same goes with THE THIEF.
Presently am reading Paulo Coelho's The Winner Stand Alone. Frankly....it is scaring me, showing the truth behind the show business. Anyways, it is very interesting too.
I want you guys to pray for me. I want to do things right this year.
P. S. I also want you guys to pray for me to get that one girl I really like. Only if you have time though. Major prayers for the above sessions are what I really need.
Have a nice month everyone.
25 August 2010
Lady In Pink
Well....the good news is that I finished my new short story. It was a bit of hard work, and I am happy with it. It is a love story, and a good touch, I would say. Here is a small abstract from it.
He looked ahead of them to see the little squirrels play. He saw a little baby cry. He saw a little girl run between the legs of her parents. He saw a world in that park.
He looked down at his hands and waved it around. A tiny spark appeared, but it suddenly disappeared. That wasn’t enough. He had to apply more power to himself. But the energy was getting harder for him, so he simply stopped it there and looked ahead.
The little girl started running to the other side of the park. He watched her carefully, when a branch of tree suddenly fell over the girl, pushing her down to the ground with her blood all around.
A sudden reaction was all over Harvey, and he looked again, at the girl who had started to run to the other side of the park. And without his permission, his hands moved.
A little stone suddenly started to roll and stood on the way of the little girl. And she stepped on it at once. Next minute she tripped and fell forward, and the huge branch fell right behind her.
Her mother suddenly screamed and ran to the spot, to watch her daughter just after the branch, hurt only on the hand due to the fall.
Everyone else ran to the spot, trying to see the very lucky girl. The mother was holding her baby and crying with relief. And it was time for Harvey to go.
He looked ahead of them to see the little squirrels play. He saw a little baby cry. He saw a little girl run between the legs of her parents. He saw a world in that park.
He looked down at his hands and waved it around. A tiny spark appeared, but it suddenly disappeared. That wasn’t enough. He had to apply more power to himself. But the energy was getting harder for him, so he simply stopped it there and looked ahead.
The little girl started running to the other side of the park. He watched her carefully, when a branch of tree suddenly fell over the girl, pushing her down to the ground with her blood all around.
A sudden reaction was all over Harvey, and he looked again, at the girl who had started to run to the other side of the park. And without his permission, his hands moved.
A little stone suddenly started to roll and stood on the way of the little girl. And she stepped on it at once. Next minute she tripped and fell forward, and the huge branch fell right behind her.
Her mother suddenly screamed and ran to the spot, to watch her daughter just after the branch, hurt only on the hand due to the fall.
Everyone else ran to the spot, trying to see the very lucky girl. The mother was holding her baby and crying with relief. And it was time for Harvey to go.
21 July 2010
A quick note to say
Been long since I have been here, so let me give a few updates. I am now busy with my S6 examination, so stories will have to wait. To be frank, I had been quite slow on my writings for the past two months.
And yes, instead of Jewish Girl, I have decided to write another story named Ugly, because there is a lot more that I have to research before typing it down. Also am thinking about rewriting I am Kalki Part 1 Formation of Kalki. The decision have not been made yet.
Also specks for two new short stories are roaming around, which I will pen down soon enough. By the way, I have a drama for D Zone this year, English, and I am trying to play The Passion Of Valentine for the day. And the big dance drama is still way ahead, just a bit slow due to my examination and lesser participation. I can not reveal much about it, since it needs a lot of work. So...here I am perplexed at every step. Funny!!!
And yes, instead of Jewish Girl, I have decided to write another story named Ugly, because there is a lot more that I have to research before typing it down. Also am thinking about rewriting I am Kalki Part 1 Formation of Kalki. The decision have not been made yet.
Also specks for two new short stories are roaming around, which I will pen down soon enough. By the way, I have a drama for D Zone this year, English, and I am trying to play The Passion Of Valentine for the day. And the big dance drama is still way ahead, just a bit slow due to my examination and lesser participation. I can not reveal much about it, since it needs a lot of work. So...here I am perplexed at every step. Funny!!!
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