The NEW jOB

“ i am the same whatever it is, having to do many things, many reason to owe.. no one to blame except me.. failed yet again..lost this job..sitting at the same place again..listening to the same sad songs again and again to drain my sorrow…” that’s my story these days, people of my age going with their girls after the days work..its long since I had a drink with the girl liked..girls here come with money..i need to go search for a new job..again the very routine job…setting goals and achieving them, time and achievements decide my pay..and there will be one Mr.Harry in every office who will try his best to drag you down the ladder..ok..enough blaming the world..lets go do something exciting before joining a job”

Its 10 in the night, he just has enough money to pay that nights dinner, sipping the soda from the can he came to the street, wind is blowing at a steady pace, a paper came to his feet…it was the days news paper, rugged and tore by the cruel day…he took it into his hands..he saw an advertisement displaying the photo of a woman, who robbed her owner and ran with money...he smiled at her photo…he thought may be he could ask her out…he smiled at the very thought…he trashed the can and started walking his way back home..hands tucked inside his pockets…he walked alone the road..he didn’t sleep that night…thoughts wandered in his mind on what to do..he lost many jobs but he never quite felt this way..he woke up early that morning and went to the very office he was fired yesterday…he went to the managers cabin… “I am so sorry for what I did, I promise that I’ll work to your expectations this time, please give me a chance”. He paused for a second started walking to the manager and held his neck with lightning speed and said “do you think I will say that”...”give me all the money you have, else this will be your last day at this office..” the manager gave the money…he pushed the manager into a corner and started running pushing everything aside..he felt content and happy while running...he very barely knew that the manager called the police…the police who were searching for the girl who robbed her owner came to the block..he saw the police running towards him..he stopped running and tried to pretend like a normal man…the manager who by the time following him shouted “catch him”… after chasing for some time the police caught him and took him to the police car…even though he was caught, he was not feeling the way he felt after losing the job..he saw someone in the car…the police pushed him into the car…he looked at the girl in the car, shes the very girl he saw in the last days paper…he smiled at her…she smiled too..he suddenly held her throat…she started to scream and gasp for breath…the police tried to drag and separate them out…they caught him and dragged him out of the car…his grip was so strong that she came along with him…he released his grip from her throat..the police gave a blow on his face and went to the women who fell as if she was dead…they tried to bring her breath back…meanwhile he quickly reached for the cops gun and kept it to the cops head…she quickly rose up and came behind him…they pushed the cops into the car, took the car keys, broke the radio and locked the car from outside…and they happily ran ever after

The cry of the blackstone ruins

the bird now reached under the roof landed on the portico, it started quivering its feathers... the drops of water fell on rekha's feet..she was watching the birds play in the rain, they were running around in circles playfully, far away she could see the ruins of a fort made of black stone...she can remember her running amidst the ruins with her hands running along the cold stone...things were different now, she came from mumbai to this village to visit her sick grandmother, she liked the village, its quiet surroundings, friendly people, irregular rain, cold atmosphere and especially the ruins of the black fort...she was looking into the village from thier old building when her phone rang, for the umpteenth time, rohan again saying sorry about what happened few days back...she didnt pick up the call, instead she turned her head away from her phone and tried to concentrate on her childhood days in the village, playing with farmers kids and dancing in the rain forgetting herself...before the call from her grand mother that she was sick, she was busy in her office in mumbai performing the final steps of her project, she was working on the project since the last two monhts and from this week she didnt even have enough sleep, most importantly she didnt meet rohan, the phone rang and the screen flashed the name rohan, rekha and rohan were in love since the last seven years, the voice wasnt rohans, instead it was ravi..rohans best company whom rekha hated. Ravi in a hurried voice said that rohan was met with an accident and was in hospital in a severe condition, rekha's heart started racing like an engine, she asked where rohan is and ravi asked her to go to rohans place as quickly as she can. She picked her keys and drove the car as fast as she could to rohans house. Everything was silent and she felt it gloomy, she saw the door open, she went in and suddenly rohan jumped from the back and held her from back...she was surprised and told him about the call, he then said that he made a bet with his friends wether she would really come for him, she stood without any expression on her face, after a few seconds tears rolled from her pink face which until then was filled with an anxiety of what happened to him..she slapped him on his face and slammed the door. All rohan could hear is the tyres of rekha's car skidding angrily on the road, the sound slowly died..he followed her to the office, she didnt talk to him, he went to her home, she didnt open the door, they fought many times but she never behaved like this, he sent her greetings, sms's, mails that he was sorry, she didnt reply, she didnt talk to him from last 10 days, he was still calling her trying to contact her and she was just avoiding him. The rain slowly stopped and she went into her house, sat on the table and ate her lunch in dead silence, her grand mother was asleep, the water dripping from the top into the small rain ponds was making a persistent sound. She decided to take a walk and went with an umberella incase it starts raining again, she set to the fort ruins, the rain just eneded, the smell of the wet soil filled her as soon as she entered the fields, rain drops which stayed on the leaves of trees fell on her as the wind blew slowly, she was trying to forget what happened, she was happy that her grand mother is recovering, but was unable to digest what rohan had done to her, the ruins slowly got bigger as she went closer, the wet green grass around the black stone fort grew until ankle length, far away she saw cattle grazing in the plains, a boy sitting on a high rock was playing a wooden flute with an umbrella made of dried coconut leaves on his shoulder, she sat on one of the ruins and placed her hands on the cold rocks and looked at the village, the cold air along with the wooden flute sound passed her, she suddenly felt as if she was in a different world..she laid her head back on the stone, she slowly closed her eyes, she was awaken by a womans cry, she ran into the fort, she saw a woman crying her heart out holding the hand of a man who lied motionless leaning his back to the wall, she ran to them, she laid her hand on the womens shoulder and asked her what happened, rekha tried to console the women, she was unconsolable, she didnt stop crying, after sometime she wiped her eyes and said that this man was her love, he died consuming poison as she wasnt talking to him, they fought over a petty matter and she didnt talk to him for a few days, after trying for many days to make her talk to him again, he took his life by consuming poison, she then held his hand to her face, kissed his hand as said '' I am sorry dear, I love you".... suddenly someone touched rekha's shoulder, it was ramu, thier servants son, rekha looked around and it was night already, moon was shining brightly and ramu was sent to seach her and he was panting for air as he was running around searching for her...she was sitting on the ruins with her head laid back onto the stone...she was confused of what happened and couldnt hear anything eventhough ramu was speaking something, after sometime she made her mind that it was a dream and jumped from the ruin into the grass and started walking to the village along with ramu...he started running before her playing with a stick...she turned back and saw the ruins, in the ruins she saw the women now lying with her head on the mans lap..both were silent now with thier eyes closed...ramu pulled her by her arm and asked her to come...she started walking backwards with her gaze still on the moon lit ruins...she heard the womens voice again " I am sorry dear, I love you" .... rekha suddenly started running to her house through the wet grass and ramu started running with her trying to catch her speed....she raced to her room, picked the phone, panting heavily, called rohan and said  " I am sorry dear, I love you "

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HE can see

''How can HE see what we were doing ? ''... '' I don't know, it is a blessing or may be a curse ''. HE can see everythign around him.HE can say what they were doing,what they did,what they were going to do.HE can say which way they were moving,HE knows each ones destination.HE caught people while stealing,HE was halied as a king...whishpers spread the word that he had only one eye...but who could see...they always felt things,never seen anything...they neither knew the color they are wearing nor the things around them...One day they heard a voice...the very voice which terrified them...the very voice which made them think for the first time out of thier world...they do not know where the voice is coming from...but they can feel the voice...moving around them...sometimes staying with them rather closely...eating thier food and drinking thier water...some tried to talk to the voice...they gave the voice a name...HE...they tried to talk to him...they asked him questions... '' Who are you ? '' ... " Where you came from ? '' .... '' Why did you come here ?'' ... " Aren't you from this world ?'' ... " Are you God ?''... he replied to none... one day HE caught a child who was about to fall into a pit... the child felt terrified by his touch...he then released his hands,the child bent down the ground and felt the pit with his hands...the child then asked a question which made him to answer... " How do you know that there is a pit her?''....HE said " I can see the pit there "... the child was enthralled by the mans gift...he went and spread the word in the village...but the words of the children were never taken seriously...they said HE cant see...they said HE was a god who came to live with us...they hailed him as a king...then they heard the voice laughing...laughing strangely...laughing at thier ignorance...

 

For in the land of blind.......the one eyed man is king              ....  the child is right

From India with love

the cold rain water is slowly sliding on the glass window...there he sat looking into the rain with his kid sleeping in his lap...many questions remaining unanswered...when he was in love he didnt even think whether it is wrong or not...rain always reminded him of sabeth...those were the days when he was in college doing his graduation...he came far from india to study in the united states of america...life  in america was new to him as well as exciting...he met people from different cultures...during his long walks in the evening he met sabeth...wrapped in layers of wool...her face was like the winter snow... '' It was the first time i saw her,she was beautiful...i thought i was in love''... '' For a moment i stared at her...they seemed excited on taking a look at a stranger...her laips reacted with a amicable smile...the same innocent smile which will captivate me in the years to come...She said ''Hi!''...we talked and walked and i asked her for a coffee rather unwillingily afraid of what she would think of me for i was an introvert...to my surprise she accepted...we talked for a long time about life here...she was from china...we walked from there to the way back...her dorm is on the other side of the campus...we were walking in the campus...my hand touched hers...i felt a sensation...i dont know how she felt...she kept talking...she asked me to show the store there...it was a big three storeyed store...we went there...i said i need to buy some books and asked her to wait in the ground floor...it took me some time and to finish my shopping and when i came back to the ground floor...i kept searching for her...i couldnt find her...i searched for an hour...i went back to my room...i couldnt sleep that day...in the long conversation i had..i didnt ask her e-mail or phone number...it all went like a dream...i thought why she left me like that..is she afraid of strnagers...is she avoiding me...the next day i went to the university directory and searched the name sabeth...there were 8 results...i mailed all of them asking...'' are you the same sabeth whom i met yesterday '' ... after two days i got reply from her...i asked if we two can talk again...we met at the university Mc.D...i really liked her..''... '' this is how i met your mother sid '' ... he wanted to her make her his... he married her against thier parents wish...the time they spent together was the most happiest time in thier lives... sid was born after a few years only to amplify thier happy life... everything is perfect in thier life... but that fateful day came ... the day which proved again that life is unfair... thier happy frame broke like a unattachable glass...she met with an accident when they were in china...the prophet of thier family preached that she will die because she married an alien away from the family tradition...everyone blamed him for her state...but those words didnt effect him as there is another inevitable thing that is going to happen which will leave a permanent vacancy which can never be filled...she went into the room where she was lying...it was her final moments...he sat beside her...they looked into each other eyes...billions of emotions and words travelled from each other within seconds...all the life they spent together flashed before thier eyes...both went to another world...entirely different from where we are now...where only both of them exsisted...something pulled him back from that world...he wanted to go with her...but...something is stopping him...she left him...he cried his heart out holding her hand...the hand which wiped his tears when he was in pain  was now there...lying motioinless ... he turned back and saw sid standing at the door...he was the reason why he is still in this world where she wasnt there...he took the child and left china...to india...for he came to china from india with love.....he left china without his love which left forever into a place where there is only one way to reach...he will wait all his life to reach her...........she will wait too.................................................                  

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FALSE...

Think of two exactly contrasting terms...black and white...well, you are close...what about truth and false?...if you refer the dictionary for the word ''truth''... it shows that '' The word truth can be used to mean honesty, good faith, sincerity, agreement with  or reality ''.Honesty,good faith,sincerity...we are familiar with all these terms since childhood...they are quintessential for leading a good life...this was what the wise say...the saying which came to us through the ages...truth is probably the only word which has the same essence...be it any religion...any region...truth is probably the strongest nude reality which we can feel...truth is powerful......truth is very dangerous as it changes the things which are false...we live many falses as we are afraid to accept the truth..it changes our life...it brings us low down to the earth from the false heights...living truth is hard..might not be comfortable...definetly not luxurious...these are the inhibitions of a man who was afraid to accept the truth...the reality..i live on unreal inhibitions...unreal thoughts...my life is based on things which did not exsist...which never will exsist...i made things...made people believe that they did exsist..i dont want to accept the truth...am comfortable living like this...living on unperceptible things...making them look perceptible to others..i manipulate the truth...this is life...not a true or false questionaire...there is nothing like truth...what most people believe is true indeed is true...eventhough its false in reality...we are not living in reality...isnt that funny...few days before i went to a interview...i gave him my certificates...let me tell you a secret...they are fake...but am not afraid...am confident that they had something fake in that company too...so we both are living on the same grounds...and guess what i got that job...i saw a loser...who according to me is a honest man...he didnt get that job...may be he kept everything genuine...thats why he failed...i wanted to go and tell him that '' everyone cheats,why dont you do that '' ... but i did not..do you know why...well it is my success secret....i know am doing wrong and i know it in the very end of my life,...does anything else matter then...nothing...ill feel low for just minutes or hours before dying...but why waste all these years thinking of the sad last hours...am Mr.False....am the winner in this contemporary unreal world....you can see me everywhere around you...you will meet me every other day......i will see you later...until then...take care..............  ----- F A L S E

the ONE

i recently joined in a MS program in a central US university...on the first day of our classes..i.e. today...i sat in the class after a long tiring trip around the campus...i was looking for the prof. to come and start something enthusiastic about the topic he's gonna teach...i need to perform well,i came a long way from india to study and desperately want to do well...the prof. came rushing into the class...i thought he was in a hurry as he is late to the class...but it's not the reason...he rushed and asked all of us to come to the auditorium...i was not aware that today was the day when obama was taking charge as the president...when i went into the auditorium,people were crowding there watching the speech very enthusiastically... the first thought which came to my mind after seeing that thing is... '' did we ever do it...did we ever watched a president taking charge in india, that too which such an enthusiasm that even professor's encouraged the students to watch it ? " ... well i thought '' Welcome to America ! ''... Everyone clapped and cheered throughout the ceremony... what does this show? ... are ploitics closely attached to people in US than in India...what could be the reason?... is it because he is the first black president?... why doesnt this happen in india... well, we had a women president sworn in last year... how many watched it live... we didnt see it... our proffesor's didnt took us to watch it...well ,are we supposed to watch it ourselves...in india we need to take the initiatives...we always wait for others to take it...we are comfortable to follow others...we need to take inspiration from others not initiative...we need a barack obama...when i say this i dont mean a white indian president...i meant a leader who came against all the odds to lead ones country...india has it in it...india has the history....india has future too if we take gaint strides towards growth which was possible only with a collective effort... collective effort is a term which has no meaning in contemporary india...name it...be it a religious effort...sect effort...but pronouncing a word collective in india is indeed a tough task...we need everyone to awake from the eternal slumber of the never ending disorder of lacking initiative...we need to experiment...tread new paths...take a little bit of risk...india has the calibre to show new paths to others... a country like india which has the substance to be a world winner is just short of a efficient leader.. indian people should not wait for a leader to arise...they must realise that there is a leader in them..within them..waiting to get unleashed...hiding behind,confined by invisible chains...if you are not the one...help the one break the chains

Incomplete

in the slow blowing wind... hearing to the fluttering of the leaves ... under the shade of the tree ... behind the soft gushing flow of the stream ... she sat ... looking into the horizon ... a half read novel in her lap... she was watching as a day in its end ... a story left incomplete ... it was picture perfect ... her white dress laying softly on green grass against the dark brown bark of the tree ... she felt a sharp pain in her stomach ... she reached for her belly and retraced her hand to find a colour which she hated ... blood red... she was bleeding profusely ... but there was no pain in her face.. for she knew what has to happen had already happened...there is no use doing those things which are of no use...tears ran along her face along with the blood ...it was a friday evening...she was wearing a cream coloured dress ... she was there because of a man she chose to spend her life with...she never knew what was in store...she dressed up well before time and went to her favourite place...under the tree..on the side of the stream...with her new novel...the day was warm...the wind was blowing softly and her hair is playing with it...she sat under the tree and started reading the book...it was about deception...she read a page and looked around...the surroundings were soothing...she saw the grass swaying...she felt the aroma of the flowers...she felt the eternal bliss of the nature...tranquility everywhere...except in her...she cant forget the night...the night before...the night in which she came to know about a bold truth...a truth she cant bear...she was completely broken...the night which told her that she was no longer loved...she felt she no longer exsisted...for betrayal was the most murderous of the feelings to have within...she thought the world is unfair...but its not the world that is unfair...its the people who live in it are unfair...she wanted to live a lie that she is loved...but truth is powerful...it overpowered her...she decided to give it up..live the truth rather than the lie...then the day came...she went up to her favourite place...where she felt only love exsisted...she sat there looking into the horizon ... a half read novel in her lap... she was watching as a day in its end ... a story left incomplete...

I THOUGHT

idea's...thought's...view's...were born at the same place...the most important and mercurial organ, which was of course...hard to control...everyone will have their very own inhibitions,ideas,views basing on their perception's...these perception's in turn depend on various experiences they face...imagine a brain to be a box in which ideas are kept,when we face a new experience the old held inhibited perceptions regarding that will change and the new views will be incorporated into the brain...if the new incorporated views and thoughts are not accepted and if he sticks to the old thoughts the human is said to be headstrong...when a human is challenged...the challenger keeps his views at stake in the thought point of view...the challenger wants to win...if we suppose a human to be just brain and nothing at all...his brain wants to win...it means his thoughts are such that they crave only to win...they are dominating like a king with colossal power exerting it on a peasant...suppose the human who faces the challenge,means the human's brain who faces the challenge might not be as static and as strong as the challenger...during the course of this very event...anything can happen...one has to lose...that's ultimate...this very thought that one has to lose will be in their brains...to remove the thought that one has to lose..one need to have will power, will power is nothing but the state in which there will be no place for the thought -- '' I will lose''... If the both hath the power of will...the competition will be fierce and will continue till that stage until which one gets the thought that-- '' I will lose '' ... the man who rears that very thought or that very fear of losing will lose first... that thought which was born in the brain disables everything as the brain obviously is the controlling unit of the human... by the time the inevitable thing happens..that is the end of that very event...the man who lost ...the brain of that very man post the challenge will realise that what it thought was wrong... the brain says '' what i thought is wrong...all the effort has gone waste...he is superior..'' .. some will be cool after loss...some vent their anger by exerting it on things... the winning mind will be under control...the objective is achieved...it will be content unlike the losing brain...this is what happens with the brain...controling the thoughts, the brain inturn is tough...suppose there is another part of the brain which plays to our tunes...am supposing it just as a part because i want to convey that all of brain is not in our control...of course it was our brain...but it is not completely under our control all the time...for example am typing this now...my brain is fixed to typing this now...if i want to go and have water even though am not thirsty... i cannot do it... i can if i force myself a bit much.. but that was contradictory to what we were talking right now... we are thinking about the thought evolution process not altering the thoughts by forcing them... well, you can say that the brain is doing what am saying it do, that is tyipng. Can i control my brain by thinking that i only want to think about what am typing and nothing at all, but that doesnt happen ...many thoughts away from what am typing are rushing into my mind...i can control them by focusing on what am typing...it will work only 90% may be...nothing is perfect...you can continue by believing that nothing is perfect in this world... well, thinking like that is also an extra dimension of the brain... now you are thinking something... there is no '' you '' ... what's there is just your '' brain ''....