He was frustrated- frustrated over his bosses extreme bossy nature, frustrated over the fight with his colleagues over the way he wants them to work with him, frustrated over his family always bugging him to marry when he said he doesn’t want to, frustrated over the way life had treated him, frustrated over his girlfriend who dumped him for his assistant, frustrated over the stupidity he did trusting her.

He was about to sleep, thinking about all the frustrations of life. But at these times, when you are thinking about the dilemmas of your life, you always think of god. God wanted it like that. He wanted us to remember him at-least sometimes in our life. So, he created all the valleys in life so that you can just tumble down and remember him. Otherwise in this busy world we don’t even remember our very closed ones. And thus he remembered him.

“Why?”

He had nothing else to ask. And even God was confused to give an answer. So, he just slept.

God was bemused about what to do. So, he searched in his computer for the folder about the man’s life. He didn’t remember what he planned for him. He found it, read it and just smiled. It was just too easy.!

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The next day was going the same way for him. He woke up frustrated, brushed frustrated, got fresh frustrated, had breakfast frustrated. He was one frustrated fellow! His parents again bugged him about his marriage plans but stopped when they saw his frustrated face. God was looking at all of it- smiling. Just when his assistant saw him.

“Why are smiling God?”

“I found the solution to his problems”

“And what is that?”

“Just watch!”

The man drove his car to his office. He knew even today he wont be able to convince his boss that the product they are making wouldn’t fetch them any profit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get any help from his colleagues. But he didn’t knew that God was watching him. He was prepared for the worst.

He was sitting in his cabin. Just when his phone rang.

“Sire! Miss Gitika has come to meet you. She wants to talk to you about some product fault.”

“Hmm…ohk let her in” He said as he prepared himself for something worse-a complaint!

He started acting as if he had a lot of work to do. He started looking in his files.

KNOCK KNOCK!!

“Come in.”

He still didn’t look up just to avoid the complaint. He knew there was a flaw but he was himself fighting with people in his company about it. But, then she had different plans.

“Sir?” Her voice was pleasing. He HAD to look up.

A girl in the mid 20’s, average height, clear face was standing in front of her- looking nervous.

“Yes? You came for some complaint?”

“No.”

“Then? you are Gitika right?”

“Yes. But I am not here for complaint.”

“So, why are you here?”

“For the post of your assistant…” He was baffled. But she continued. “…Actually, Mrs. Nayyar told me you had an assistant but he left and you don’t like to take anyone in now. So,….” This time she just stopped and smiled to him. It was done. Her smile was beautiful. It was magical and the magic worked.

He hadn’t even smiled for so long. But, he was smiling in return. He could do nothing but smile. God did it. His idea worked.!

PS: the post is dedicated to a very dear friend whose smile is what made me think about this story and whose ‘encouragement’ made me write this, although its all fiction.

PS: rock on!!!

He was standing on the ground floor of the nearest mall, alone. Was he waiting?
No.

He was enjoying. Enjoying watching the couples go by him. It was his way of enjoying the valentines day. He liked laughing on the couples as they passed by him. He always thought he knew their future:

…poor fellas! Looking very happy today as they are together just to move on to the situation of disintegration.!

He was enjoying his moment of prediction just when:

“Excuse me! Are you alone?” He was surprised to see a girl ask him this question.

“yes why?”

“Can I stand here?” She said pointing beside him.

“Yeah.  I don’t own this place.” Obviously, he didn’t.

“Thanks”

He was a little surprised and thought of asking the reason for this behaviour, but  the joy of watching the couples and smiling, no, laughing at them overcame the urge of questioning.

As another couple passed by, he giggled.

“What?” The girl asked.

“What what?”

“What are you giggling at?”

“You ask too many questions.”

“Yeah. But thats not my answer.” She said with complete disregard to his feelings. She certainly knew nothing about them.

“You wont understand.”

“Try it.”

“I laugh at the couples.”

“What?”

“Yeah. See I told you, you wont understand.”

“Elaborate.” She demanded.

“Well, I know their future.”

“And what is it?”

“They are too happy for living together today. They are enjoying walking hand in hand, feeding on a single icecream, watching movies together, giving gifts and making others jealous and making love in some cases, which they will regret in there near future as they will disintegrate. Especially the boy. He wont have a penny left with him at the end of the day, but still will feel like the richest man on earth, just to regret.”

She watched him for a while and analysed what he said and responded, “How lowly?”

” I told you, you wont understand.”

“Naa. Not everyone is like that. Atleast, I’m not like that.”

“Hmm..I barely know you.”

“Well. Anyways, nice to meet you. I need to go now.”

“But what were you here for?”

“My ex-boyfriend.”

“But he didn’t come. Did he?”

“Well. I told him to move on as I’m with someone else now. So, he wanted to see me with someone”

“So?” He still didn’t understand.

” He is there…” She showed him a boy going back, looking sad. “…and he saw us together.”

Saying this she started moving towards the parking.

“hey!” He shouted. She turned back.

“Bye” He said with a smile as he thought,

USED, ONCE AGAIN..!

PS: Someone asked me, “why do you keep hurting yourself when you are in love.?”And I said, ” Because YOu are in love.”

No one has time for others
not even for their near and dears
every one is in haste
every one is in satiate
no one has something called time
life has become a song without rime

every one has forgotten water’s rippling sound
all we hear is computers 3d sound
we never have time to gaze night sky
never have time to notice twinkling firefly

artificial life is what we are living
love , relations are what we are loosing
we go to bed in a dismay
with a lot of tensions we start our day
the days we think are tomorrow s
counting only our sorrows

enjoy every moment of life
’cause it wont come again
life is to live to fullest
not to earn money and rest
dont take it so fast
’cause worries are endless and time won’t last

It was exam time and exam time meant studies. It also meant that a much needed break from studies was just around the corner. It is for this break that every student studies.

“…just a few days more and then I’ll go back home and enjoy.!” thought Prateek while studying for the last examination.

But as every student does, he felt asleep, just to wake up after 3 hrs to know that he was suffering from fever.

“Bhai, lets go see a doc.!” Rahul, his roommate observed.

They went to a doctor. There they diagnosed the illness as tonsils and some infection. The medicines were issued and were taken as per the recommendation. But, then, he felt nothing more than some temporary relief.

So, he went again and this time the doctor diagnosed Steven Johnson Syndrome.

It meant he was allergic to certain drugs. He suddenly remembered his mother, who was also suffering from the same illness.

And he smiled, dialed his mother’s number and when he heard..

“Hello Beta!”

He said,” Mother, I’m like you.”

PS: This post is dedicated to all the Steven Johnson Syndrome suffers and to my mother who is one of them.

PS:rock on !!!

so that I could live as I want to live.

The dry leaves covering the way,
A frozen river running steep and still,
Not a leaf rustled,
A portrait has come alive,

and in that I walk,
My feet kissing the earth,
My way in the mist.

A simple thought.. but it has a very powerful meaning..

Now before I tuck in and attempt to drive away these mental ghosts of how I wasted the entire week on the pretext of relaxing my frayed nerves before IIFT exam, let me give out some advice for free for those who believe they can crack it with proper guidance this time next year.

First of all, make sure you do not involve yourself in any sort of online share trading simulation game which will eat away you entire day. After you make sure of that fix your sleeping habit, if you sleep too late or wake up late or do both. Try to get into a normal routine and don’t screw around with your body clock. It is extremely sensitive and once broken, can’t be fixed in time, not even by the expert Swiss watch makers. Next comes your time-table. Take out some time to relax but DON’T use that pretext to play Resident Evil 5 at a friend place late into the evening. (Off topic note: Resident Evil 5 is awesome. Check out the gfx) Moving on, if there is some book in the house that you are dying to read, (like Chetan Bhagat’s IIMA motivational story, 2 States) cover it in a sheet of brown paper and lock it away in some obscure cupboard. DO NOT stay up whole night reading the book, laughing hoarsely and waking up neighbours. In case, there is no other choice than to do so, then make sure you DO NOT relate it to your own lost love and frustrations regarding it. It will keep you up for a couple more hours and make you feel miserable. And most importantly, double check to make sure, that after such a night you DO NOT have an AIMCAT scheduled. Because if you fuck that up on the day prior to IIFT, owing to whatever reason, then instead of being motivated and gung-ho about the exam tomorrow, you’d be sitting here and writing a post regarding what not to before IIFT. Enough advice already.

Not much time left. I still have to ping everyone who is online in my list and ask for *best of luck* wishes. I suppose that just about clears up any misgivings you might have been harbouring regarding my earth shattering preparation and confidence. –sic-

Later

“Dhoni ke teen bandar” That was the title line for the story which was flashing on a national news channel after the first match of the Australia-India ongoing series.

What they showed under it was funny.! No..! It was hilarious.!
What a way of criticism.?! For people who worship cricket, it was very entertaining. But on the flipside-What the beep was that?!

What Dhoni did was that he still praised Praveen Kumar after the loss. But he was worth it.! He and Harbhajan played and made it look like India was winning. If it was not them India would have lost by miles.!

Another thing what Dhoni said was that he was satisfied with the fielding of the Indian team so far. Now, what exactly was said by him was that he was happy with the improvement in Indian team’s fielding so far. But yes, he should be criticized.

Indian team’s fielding was not satisfying in this match and he should have not been satisfied.

But the way they showed the clip again and again was torturous.! You can tell a person that he is wrong but it does not give anyone a right to make a mockery. And not surprisingly, earn money through it. Isn’t this the HARAM KA PAISA?

They should be criticized, but not like dogs.! Give them some space..! Criticize them but atleast let them feel guilty about it.

But the way they have done it always end up in making one feel that it was overdone.!

When now India has won the second match by a very big margin of 99 runs, our very own cricketers are considered the Gods.!

Why this double standard policy? May be just to earn money.! That’s what they are getting. Morality is not the feature, but money is, spice is. I think if this could change now, but its a pity that the common Indian man is helping them by watching them, with there eyes glued to the television screen and laughing on others mockery without thinking about morals.

Its sad.

I have been hearing about this book for a long time. I was trying to get my hands on it, but to no avail. This Onam exhibition as I was walking through the stalls I came across a book stall. I was just browsing through when my eyes fell on this book. I grabbed it with both my hands. Thus my dream for some time had been fulfilled even though I had to put away buying some other things I had planned for the day.
It is a Malayalam book written by K.S. Aniyan on the incidents that happened in the life of Dr. V.P. Gangadharan. He is an oncologist working with the Cancer patients. The stories in the book are enough to melt the heart of even the cold blooded. I don’t have any copyright for the thing. But since I believe this story is going to touch anyone who stumbles on my blog, I am compelled to write.
The name of the book is ‘Miracle called life’. I am just translating story here. May be I would rather say it is an abridged version.

No matter how much pain a man has been through, he will be very reluctant to leave his life. He tries to hold on to his last thread of life as his time comes. May be this world is too beautiful to leave.
But it was the first time the doctor was witnessing such a situation. As Sophiya is entering her last days she is smiling more and more. She had a cancer no woman wanted to have- breast cancer. Removing a woman’s breast was like removing her womanhood. But here he is standing perplexed. Because normally he is meant to comfort her. But here she is lying on her bed with a smile and asking for her best friend, Sunandha. Her husband was staring in to the lake through the window with no emotion on his face. That man perplexed the doctor more.
‘Even he is getting bored of this place’, she said.

When she was brought to him cancer had entered in to the most advanced stages. A wound had opened up in the breasts and worms were wriggling in the pus that oozed out. He was shocked. She has been suffering all this pain silently.
‘Didn’t u feel like coming here earlier?’, he asked a bit shocked and a bit angry.
‘Doctor, she didn’t tell anybody about this. We found out when we went for a visit.’ The nuns who brought her here told him.

What were these nuns doing here? Why she is suffering all this as if she is enjoying the extreme pain. The husband who is staring listlessly, unmindful of the happenings around him, not knowing that his wife had a breast with pus oozing out. Doctor could not draw a clear picture out of this story. He was eager to weave together these mysterious threads.

 
One day as he reached the room during his routine rounds, he heard a crying. He saw woman crying over Sophiya. That was Sunandha, Sophiya’s best friend and someone the doctor wanted to meet. And it was she who unfolded the clear picture of Sophiya’s life story.
‘Sophiya was brought up by nuns in a catholic run orphanage.‘

‘Although she was an orphan, she was talented and very beautiful’

‘Sophiya….beautiful???’ he could not visualize this human skeleton as ‘once up on a time..Beauty-queen’.

‘When she was married off to a well off family everyone felt happy for her. At last she is getting a secure future and a family to call her own. But she had been cheated. The family didn’t reveal that their boy was a mad man.’

‘But it was his brothers who became mad due to lust when they saw her. They dreamt about having sex with the wife of their retarded brother. One day one of the brothers beat her for refusing to sleep with him. Hearing the sound Sophiya’s husband came. The retard started beating her up, hearing the lies of his brother. This became a daily routine. Either let her brother in laws fuck her or get beaten by her husband. The beauty of hers became her curse’

Now the fog lifted. Everything became clear. She is suffering all the pain to destroy her body, destroy her greatest curse. She is smiling because from now on no one will have a lust for her, no one will want to take off her chastity. She had prevailed over all the flesh eaters who wanted her body.

The husband sat in the corridor staring into nothing.

(The story is titled as ‘Smile of fire’. The way I wrote this story won’t come even come close to the real one. So if you get the book don’t think twice. Grab it. And remember this is not a fiction a real life story