I Dumped her. SHE wrote back.!!

Dear Beloved,

It has always been a great pleasure talking to you. You have been a nice friend from the very beginning. But, of late I have seen a sudden change in your behavior towards me. You have been a bit too rude in even the smallest of our trysts. Not that, I haven’t witnessed your mood swings ever before. We have been in a relationship from the past few years and for an ‘entity’ like me who was always so close to your heart, quite literally, these few years were much more than enough to know you as a person. Hence I know your forehead winks very well and believe me they are not of the normal type anymore.

When I recall our past, the reminiscence of the quality time that we spent together reflects to me as a great chemistry of two soul mates who were ready to be buried into ashes for each other. You always kept the flame of our love ignited between us even in the busiest of your schedule and I admired your love during your high times and even during lows. I was always a drag away whenever you needed me. I supported you in your fight; I supported you in your amity. Those good-night kisses, those early morning meets all was just as good as one could end oneself in smoke to live even a single moment like that and I did the same. I ended myself in smoke for your love. I burned myself down to ashes in your service. A drag, deep inside you, started being the only thing I was living for.

Slowly, the things started changing. The moment we had once cherished, were now becoming the scheduled tasks that were bound to happen even without the slightest of the feeling to do them. The love in the air that was once like a never-ending kindled flame started diminishing in the smoke of its own fire. You started repenting our relationship and I apparently became the biggest disaster that had ever happened to your life. You avoided me, you cursed me, but nothing worked out. Our love was strong enough to survive through all this and it did survive through all this many times in the past. It did survive through the adverse movements of clock. It did survive beyond the excruciating sandstorms of bad times and I was proud of my relationship with you.

But these days, I am missing that spark in our relationship. Those undue disruptions have certainly affected our chemistry like a tyrannical daemon. You don’t like me anymore the way you did in the past. You are learning to live without me and this fact is teasing me in a painful manner. I feel cheated. Those unconditional promises, those extensive desires have suddenly started appearing unworthy of it. The feelings of losing an integral part of my life that I had once found in you have started hovering over me, making me depressed, helpless and all broken. I beg almighty for your mercy, your attention and your love but all I get in return is a void response. Hence, I finally decided to write to you, the gravest of my feelings from the bottom of my heart. I know, this letter might not mean much to you as your own life is the only thing you are concerned about these days. But who cares? Firing my passions up in the service of your selfish desires is the very thing I have done all my life so one more time would not matter much now. Still in a hope to get you back, I put my pen down for the last time.

Yours Selflessly,

A Burning Cigarette

 

Mausam- A Love Story Beyond Romance

It had all started with a hope. Industry’s one of the most promising directors had served you with his dream project- MAUSAM.  Excitement was obvious. The trailers had so far been able to grab the attention of the audience very well and had already done enough to entitle this movie as ‘the most awaited’ at least for this season. Stage was all set. Curtains were still down and just to put some icing on this apparently delicious cake, MIG plane’s controversy also cast a shadow over the release. It got delayed for a week and the film unnecessarily faced a loss of a few million bucks in various premiere events.  But needless to say, this entire Air Force disagreement saga did also contribute to the queues in front of advance booking counters. Crowd got even more convinced about the product and consequently became even more hopeful about the movie.

And then the day comes. After almost a month’s wait and a week’s delay the film finally gets released in the theaters all across the country. The hopeful crowd along with you, all enthralled by the fascinating previews of the movie, enters the theater and gets seated. In one of the foremost scenes from the movie the protagonist tries to race against a speeding train whilst riding a bi-cycle. He eventually loses the race but this sequence convincingly elevates your excitement level about the grip and the pace of the movie.  You stay even more relaxed now.

Half an hour past the movie started, you see nothing much changing on the screen in terms of events. The same monotonous script running through the terrain of a few grin-evoking comic banters keeps on playing its part and you start losing your patience. This is where it actually starts going wrong from. The pace of the movie keeps on falling down exponentially and by the end of an hour you realize the fact that this is not exactly how it was supposed to be. You start begging for the break due to overdose of excessively long & boring romantic sequences But still you stay hopeful about getting a well balanced Bollywood deal. In the second half may be. And with some more struggle u finally get that interval.

Second half gets played. Your hopes start building over once again. But nothing works out. Movie doesn’t seem to be pushing the pedal even by a bit. All is slow, dead slow and amid all this slowness you discover your enthusiasm level that had once kicked off with a thrilling speed, has finally gone down to datum level. Hopes are buried by now somewhere down beneath the seats of the theater. Another supposedly excellent script has disappointed you. Another dud in the pack of an enticing Bolly-product has been served to you and you have fallen prey to yet another star-studded big banner cinema. You, being dejected and deprived of a good entertainment, come out of the theater and head back to home with frustration and in this way “MAUSAM – A love story beyond Romance" eventually fails to go even beyond the mark of an AVERAGE BOLLYWOOD FLICK.

An Animated Nation

 

It might sound as an exaggerated thought but I still have always believed that if you are born in INDIA, you are competent enough to survive in any part of the world; physically, mentally and even logically. I mean what Life means to most people in other parts of the world is to ‘live peacefully and die naturally’. But to INDIANS, life isn’t as simple a theory as that. It has to have some hairpin bends and some devastating experiences to make you realize in the end that u lived a complete life.

In every part of the world from the birth itself, every child is taught that ‘Life is not a bed of roses’. But in India we perceive this statement damn seriously. I mean in the rest of the world after getting this statement one would assume “Life is not easy, lets do our part and try to make it as easy as possible” But in India we interpret it something like that- “Life is not easy. So if one is living a simple peaceful life, lets carry out our duties in the name of GOD and make his life as hard as possible because that’s how it is supposed to be”. We are taught to concentrate on our own work but trained to always be aware of what others are doing in our vicinity. We are taught to be contented with what almighty has bestowed upon us but trained to envy others’ success. This eventually gives us mental strain and pressure and keeps us inspired to achieve what our neighbors did. From the past few centuries this strain has been engraved to our psychology so immaculately that now we don’t even think of avoiding it. And if for a day or two we mistakenly stay happy with our life, we see it as an unwelcome phenomenon and start doing something to change that.

Since childhood, we are taught a few very good ways to handle pressure but even better ways to stay pressurized are imbibed within us since birth. When the personal issues to strain ourselves fall slightly short of fulfilling the requirements, we have a whole lot of national issues in reserve to keep ourselves worried. We take a cricket match defeat as an assault on our self-pride. We discriminate in the name of religion, state, caste and worship God for a peaceful society. We might not be deterred from making some easy money whenever possible but when somebody goes on an anti-corruption hunger strike, we find it a noble cause. We complain government. We complain society. We complain everything around us.  And all these things we do in one single life. Amazing..!! Isn’t it..??