Rejuvenation

Bhola! So you are busy enjoying your cigarette here. Who’ll serve the breakfast?
Coming Sahib {Sir}! ~Replied Bhola.
Adjusting the cigarette between his pale teeth Bhola headed towards his masters room.

Bhola! These days you are not paying attention to your job. Is everything fine? Sahib asked Bhola.
Yes….yes Sahib, replied Bhola, and his face reflected deep melancholy.

What’s the matter Bhola?

There was a pause for a moment and Bhola started:
Sahib! My Biwi {wife}! Again there was a pause. Finally clearing his throat Bhola started: Sahib! My wife has made the world impossible for me. She rarely talks to me nowadays and when I’m back-home after a days work, she doesn’t even have time for me. There was rage in Bhola’s voice and the Sahib listened patiently.
Bhola went on….: Sahib! Sometimes she turns out so grouchy that I feel like running away from her.
Did you ever tried to find out the reason behind this? The Sahib asked.
I tried Sahib; every time I ask her she reiterates the thing that: I don’t love her as much I used to at the time we got married.

The Sahib thought for a moment and then spoke with an authority.
Bhola, I think she is right. ~There was bewilderment in Bhola's eyes.
The Sahib went on…: How strange that love between a couple starts dying as their relationship progress on. And the object once most cherished becomes an object of disinterest. Why Bhola why? Have you ever asked this to yourself?
This happens because any relationship, be it that of husband-wife or friendship needs rejuvenation time and again. We start taking things for obvious, but don’t you think that after a days work when you go home there’s someone who probably might have worked more than you did and that individual also demands attention?

But then Sahib, doesn’t one get habitual of the same face-the same person? Bhola asked.Isn’t it that a person is always enthusiastic to make new friends? Isn’t it that we are least interested in books we’ve already read and are excited about reading new ones?

A point well asked-Sahib replied. It’s true that we are enthusiastic in meeting new friends and exploring new books. But don’t you know that in the end only rare books manage to become your favorites? A good book enters your heart, soul, and mind. Stays there forever and time-again makes you think about the philosophy infinite hidden therein. The more you think about, wider horizons you explore and the more you expand. Same is the case with relationships. Remember Bhola; Life is expansion under the arms of your beloved. So this time you go home remember to keep the person awaiting you in mind and rejuvenate your love.

It was third consecutive day and Bhola didn’t turn up for the work. Finally there was knock on the door. A stranger stood asking; Namaste Sahib {Hello Sir}! Bhola went with his wife to her parents place. He’ll be returning after a week, till then I’ll manage the work. May I ask you one thing Sahib? And Sahib nodded.
Sahib, are you married?
The Sahib couldn’t hold his mirth and smiled……..a smile which conveyed nothing.

The Casanova

I don't know why i wrote these lines...............maybe this is my idea of Love.

Walking down the flower valley,
He entered the dense forest.

The forest glow with the light of his face and wind whispered a tone welcoming him.- the Casanova.
Time froze by letting the sun not to set and the moon not to rise.

As he kept walking the dense forest he heard a whisper: "Oh! Casanova you’ve finally arrived. Us the witches through life have been waiting for thee.Thou hold us to thy and make us humans.
And let the moment last forever by never leaving us."

The Casanova wasn’t fearful because he knew there is Love involved.
He held the witch in his arms and said: “Let me be free.”
And he was free..........

I died at 11:52am

Hello friends.
I submitted this story for a story contest in my college. The caption was: “I died at 11:52am.” The word limit was 150 but I eschewed it, coz this story is itself a reward for me and nothing else matters. Results are yet to be declared.

The Beginning of the end was when I returned to my Brother Edward’s home at the Lincoln Avenue of the University of Illinois. Amy (Edward’s daughter) was four then. Next day (25’Dec) was supposed to be a great day not only because it was Christmas but Amy would be turning five. Amy: The only reason why I stayed at my brother’s though I could have afforded a separate apartment for myself. There wasn’t a single moment when Amy would leave me alone. Amy couldn’t sleep anywhere except on my chest and I found it hard to sleep with someone on my chest. But again that’s how love is defined-Sacrifices without the feeling of sacrifice.

That day I was returning home with a sample card of my engagement to Daisy. Daisy was a Christian girl of Indian origin. We met two years back at the university campus where Edward and Daisy’s dad were research colleagues. Amy saw me parking my car from the upper window and keeping her love for me in mind, there was no question she would stay over there. Full of excitement she started running downstairs and I too was in a hurry to gift her XL cocoa chocolate I had bought specially for her. I forgot that Amy was right at the low height entrance. I picked her with a thrust and her head collided heavily with the frame of the door. I sensed the wrong but then it was late. As the hands brought Amy’s face in front of mine, it had turned pale and her body was turning cold. I wanted to shout for her mother but it seemed as if something has chocked my throat. And this is the last thing I remember about me and Amy.

When I regained my senses there was no use of regaining them. I found myself in the hospital bed. I overheard a doctor narrating the problem to Daisy.
Doctor: “I m extremely sorry but Kevin’s (mine) brain has undergone a major stroke due to which his legs are paralyzed and also there’s malfunctioning of his speaking ability.-He’ll not be able to speak again.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. Felt like shouting out loud but couldn’t utter a single word. I was longing to know about Amy, hold her, and caress her. I glanced towards Edward who was sitting beside me. Sensing that I was asking about Amy he shook his head and tears rolled down his red swollen eyes, stating that Amy was no more.
There was thud in my heart and the world seemed crestfallen. I wanted to jump right out of the window coz I can’t live without Amy.
Then I heard Daisy crying and asking the doctor to save me. To her assurance doctor replied: “I m trying my level best and still there are chances that Kevin may survive, but to be fair enough he’s almost dead.”

-ALMOST DEAD? Who’ll convince them that I died at 11:52 am itself when Amy was in my hands?

Then a nurse injected me. Upon regaining consciousness I saw Daisy crying beside me. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was going to be a huge burden to everybody, that I had ruined my life and everybody else’s. Why not die, I thought miserably, and save everyone a lot of trouble? Daisy sensing me stopped weeping. And coming closer to me held my cold hand in hers and then she added the words which saved my life. “You are still you. And I love you.” I can’t drift away from things like this. I had to live, this was my credo now.

A girl’s voice: Kevin!!!!

Oh! It’s my four year daughter calling me inside to sleep. As it’s her sleeping –cum- story time I’ll have to move my wheel chair inside.

So dear diary today I’m going to ask Daisy to narrate this story {incidence} to Amy -My daughter.

I’ll find you-{A Tribute}

There were dreams dreamt together

And suddenly there were no more dreams.

Initially I didn’t missed you,

May be my mind wasn’t ready to accept the hard truth.

As the time moved on, my heart started longing for you,

But you never turned up.

Remember those nights spent laughing and times when you cried,

That Laughing out loud on poor performance and feeling depressed for trifles.

They say: you never miss someone when you love completely,

But there are moments when I feel the void,

Maybe I haven’t loved you completely.

Now I m holding that love, but don’t know where to shed it.

May be someday I’ll find you.

Promise of a Soldier

Written on: Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I dedicate this poem to Captain Vikram Batra,Lt. Anuj Niar & all those great army sodier's who laid down their life for us.Here are the final words of a soldier to his beloved fiance'.


You held my hands when life was pushing me down,
You hugged me when the odds were against me,
You moved in when others moved out,
You felt jealous when I laughed with other ladies.

Remember those hours spent by hill side,
Just two of us at the sunset point.
Your laughing on my silly jokes,
A nap in your lap and your fingers running through my hairs.

I could not keep my promise,because some promises are broken for a greater cause.
With my motherland at stake,could not leave the battle field.
People are insane and they'll question you,just tell them that:
I gave my today so that they can see their tomorrow.
Try to feel me in your tomorrow,shall be everywhere around you,
Guiding you, Protecting you.



Few lines for our martyrdom's:
Out of streams of bullets, one was for you-
which lifted you from the state of motion to that of piece.
from the chaos to that of silence.
The one bullet shattered the dreams you carried,and your physical sense faded away.
But how shall we forget,that if it would not have been you.
Millions would not be able to Dream a Dream.

Nikhil's girlfriend got a boyfriend

Hello friends!!!
I wrote this blog on 14th Feb. –the Valentines Day, but wasn’t able to publish it due to some technical errors.

So today is Valentines Day. In the morning I happened to go through a piece of news in the local daily & the news was like this- ‘A 105 years old man marries his 90 yeas old lover’.-What a love, simply great. If there would have been any life time award for love, I would surely give it to them.
So I dedicate this blog to this couple.

Well friends. Here I’ll share with you a real life inspired story. The main character of this story is Nikhil. Nikhil’s story is nothing but my preconceived notions about love and the real life example I have seen around. So here I begin.


Nikhil is handsome, intelligent and a benevolent guy. He’s passionate about music(he's a big 'Bryan Adam' fan) & sports. He’s the guy next door to me. Richa is a very stunning and impressive kind of girl. She is a big novel geek and Judith Mcnaught is her all time favorite. Just a few days’ back I was playing Bryan Adam’s-Everything I do. And Nikhil entered my room. This was the first time this guy opened up to me. And eventually I came to know that he had a fall for Richa (my classmate)-Thanks to Bryan Adams, otherwise I would have not written this blog.

He had asked her for a date and she agreed (maybe she also had a fall for Nikhil).Soon after their first date came the second and then the third one and so on. He also made me read all those wacky sms she has sent him. And to my amazement, the whole inbox was filled with her messages. There was no loophole in their relationship. As far as I’m concerned, I always felt Richa as a condescend kind of person & over-reacting, but anyways most of the girls are over reacting type. Today (Valentines day) when I entered Nikhil’s room he was busy with his work. It’s their day and this poor man is busy with his studies. Upon enquiring, came to know that Richa is not feeling well so they shall not be celebrating the Valentines Day. I asked him to give her a call, but her cell phone was switched off. Oh god!! Please help the needy girl because my friend loves her greatly.

So friends it’s seven past thirty in the evening and I must take a leave for dinner.
To sum up. This was Nikhil’s story and I do wish that someday I get a girl like Nikhil has. So Nikhil’s Girlfriend got a boy friend, indeed a commited guy like Nikhil.
So I must leave & i'll catch you after dinner.
Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey! wait wait. Nikhil just entered my room like a thunder storm and headed towards a friend of mine (Sandy) who’s sitting in my room….. Oh no……. things are getting muddled over here in my room. Ok let me get into the matter & I’ll write this blog after 15 minutes.

So friends Here I ‘m after 15 minutes and Thanks to Saint Valentine, I got such a beautiful ending for my blog. So let me share with you the conversation between Nikhil & Sandy.

Nikhil: (angry) You Ba****d, what were you doing out there today evening.

Sandy: (seated calmly but perplexed) nothing, was just celebrating Valentines Day with my girlfriend.

Nikhil: (more forcibly) U son of an S**t, she’s my girl friend.

Sandy: what r u talking man, but I proposed her and she agreed….

Nikhil: Oh no… she betrayed me… (and moves fast out of my room)

It took me half an hour to console him, and I could sense his grief.

So friends it was a sad incidence for not only my friend but for me also coz my concept about love is muddled now.
And now the title of my blog sounds more appropriate- Nikhil’s girlfriend got a boyfriend.
While writing this blog i havn't imagined that things shall get this way.
So i no more need a girl like Nikhil got....