HIM and HER

They just parked the car, he opened the door and was about to get out of the car when she sternly said
She: Can we sit in the car for some time; I need to talk to you
She was moody all the night, spoke very little
He: Sure
He came back into the car and shut the door. She turned down the engine, turned towards him and spoke
She: I cannot do this anymore. I don’t see any future for our relationship
He looked away from her; he began looking at the beautiful moon through the car window. He knew this was coming. But he hoped against hope that things will work out between them. The kid inside him wanted to enjoy the beautiful moon instead of facing her and accepting the break up. He finally turned at her. Her eyes showed she already made her decision, he paused for a minute. The silence was killing him. He doesn’t want to accept that everything between them was over.
He: I don’t know what to say, if you already made your decision regarding us and if you think it’s better if we both stay apart.
A long silence followed. The time seems to have stopped
She: Can we go now, am tired.
He just nodded his head, pulled of his jacket hood to hide his face under it and walked out of the car.
He went into his room, he couldn’t control his tears. He screamed loud.. Buried his face in between his hands.. His mind is asking for reasons, but his heart just wants to cry..

He ran into her a few days later. Both of them took a walk and talked about them, she explained the reasons for their breakup.
She: I am moving away from here, that’s the main reason and I don’t think long distance relationships work for me
He: Can we be friends at least? I don’t want to be away from you just because you broke up with me. But deep inside he knew that everything is over.
She: Sure, we can. I am actually leaving tonight
They hugged each other and he left. He went back and wrote ..



“ You were in a hurry to leave for your flight., i asked you if i can talk to you for a minute, you said yes and closed the door behind you.. the only thing i asked you was a promise from you that we will meet in the future, you nodded your head, but you are looking away from me.. you hugged me quickly, turned away and left.. all this must have happened in like 3-4 seconds.. but those 3-4 seconds felt like days for me.. after you hugged me, turned away and left.. my time stood still..the world froze.. i couldn't move, am just breathing.. i just stood there.. even now.. i am still there”

Wherever he went, her memories followed her. He thought about her when he is sleeping, she was in his dreams. The early morning reminded him of her.

He knew that hurting him was never her intention, he knew that she enjoyed the time she spent with him.

His love towards her made him a poet of pain for some time, as time passed away.. that pain made him a poet of love. He wrote about love, the very interesting phenomenon which kept them together, which made him ask for more for the first time in his life

He wrote “People say that time will heal all your wounds and ease the pain.. But, for time to wipe you out, you are not a memory.. you are my life”

Be the Best

All am trying to do is analyzing a man who defied age and fatigue for more than 20 years and is still in the game. Many a young talents came and went during his illustrious career, he had to carry the entire teams responsibility, remember the time when the entire Indian batting line up collapsed as soon as he got out, after a few years he got competition, but neither the new players determination nor their talent were a match to this colossus. Then there was 20-20 cricket, a form of game which didnt exsist when he started playing cricket..he failed at it in the beginning, they said 20-20 is only for young cricketers, he defied it proving yet again that he is a phenomenal cricketer.. he has more than 100 centuries...he must have watched his team lose a lot of matches, he raised the best player trophies a lot of time, he got drenched in Champagne after his team's victory. Nevertheless, he still kept his enthusiasm intact, he suffered a lot of injuries, he had slumps in his form.. he is not like rocky the boxer.. he didn't take a break and then made a dream comeback, for he is no rocky.. he didn't lose his enthusiasm for his game even though he was awarded fame and money..for in an impulsive country like India, instant success and consequent riches are not really hard to achieve.. But, cricket was always his first love.. Then i realised this, when you love something a lot.. you will excel at it.. if you love something a lot, and if you are gifted with extraodinary levels of genius.. you'll simply be a Sachin Tendulkar at it. Sachin was probably successfull becasue he was never afraid of competition, he know and he believed that he is the best and he is humble all throughout his career, he accepted every defeat,..he never had controversies with other players in his career spanning over 20 years. he conquered his emotions.Arrogance has never been an attribute of legendary players.. He acknowledges his every milestone to the god by looking at the heavens, he is humble to god even when the whole country considers him as a god..his down to earth approach completes eliminates the ego factor. The expectations he have on him when he goes to bat in every match are surreal, he was expected to hit centuries in each and every match he plays, when he was out for a duck in the world cup 2003 versus sri lanka, he didn't show any emotion, for he is way beyond them, for him it was just another match in which he missed a ball. Tendulkar is not just a cricketer, he is a human example for success. Speaking about enthusiasm, i once asked my professor who was teaching in the same university since the last 25 years, if he is bored of teaching everyday.. he replied that he isnt, and he added that there is always a new thing to learn everyday and that he has to learn it and teach it to the students, so when you are learning something new everyday, its not mundane anymore.If i go and ask the same to sachin whether he is bored of cricket, he will probably reply in the same manner.. enthusiasm is the key to success, if not, atleast it is the key to self satisfaction.. Sachin is doing it throughout the years as he is fond of doing it.. my teacher is still teaching with the same interest as he did 20 years as he likes doing it.. if you really want to be prolific, whatver field you are in, whatever you are doing, whoever you are..never lose the enthusiasm towards what you are doing.. don't think of being famous, don't aim to be rich, for they are temporary and will take you nowhere.. the right way is to approach it with zeal, and most of all believe that you are the best.. you will be the best..

The lake

He was on his way walking to the lake now, half way thru already. He will have to cross the Lincoln street, and then the east stadium boulevard, a few yards from cherry street and there lies the lake in all its glory, not a lot of fishes though owing to the reason that it’s a manmade lake, a wide variety of trees bordering the lake and silhouetting the mountains in the background. He is on the Lincoln street now and the sun is beginning to set, throughout the way he laid his hand on his pocket where he kept his cell phone, occasionally taking it out and checking if he got any messages. He rarely walked alone on that street; there was some sort of sadness in his eyes, quiver in his breath and loneliness filled all over him. As he walked he thought how different life could be, he stopped at a tree where he held her hand, where they looked into each other’s eyes, that’s when she said “We will be together, forever”. The time has passed away and he passed the tree continuing his journey to the lake. He remembered a line which he read from a book a while ago, “You come alone to this world, you will go alone”. He laughed at his very thought, it wasn’t his usual laugh though, this was a laugh at his own ignorance.



He took out his cell phone again; it still had no text messages or missed calls, just a wallpaper of her looking at him and smiling. Now he came to the end of the street, if they were together, they would normally run across the street if it was the red signal, she never liked it but ran with him as he wanted to do it. The traffic light showed red, he wanted to run but stopped now as she doesn’t like running the signal, his inside voice spoke, “Run, idiot! There is no one stopping you now”. He came to the stadium boulevard now; there are no people on the side walk. He took out his cell phone thinking if she called him or texted him, but there was nothing, just her wallpaper smiling at him. He continued to walk silently, his feet cramping as he didn’t have any food since the last few days. He finally came to the cherry street, a few paces and he could see the lake, he could see her run before him and challenging him to beat her to the lake. He started running, slipped and fell to the ground, his hand bruised badly, he looked at the street, there were no one, she wasn’t there, but he could still feel her around. He walked slowly to the lake, sat at the coast with his feet in the cold water; he could feel the gravel and the sand under his feet. He cried looking into the lake, water slowly came down his moon-lit cheeks. He spent countless nights with her near the lake, she passed away, but he will keep coming to the lake, even though she passed away her memories will remain with him, their memories will remain with the lake.