Sunday, 21 December 2014

The journey, which I can't forget!!!

It was most memorable journey of my life in the morning train named Gujarat Queen. Firstly, it gave me idea for writing this story, after my three blogs. Secondly, it is not every time you sit in a compartment and a young, pretty girl walks in and seats next to you. To be honest, it was first time to be happened with me.

Yes, you see in movies, you hear about it from your friend’s friend but it never happens to you. In most cases, I shared my compartment with talkative aunties, old men who always talk devotional but this morning was different and awesome.

It was 9th September 2014; train arrived at platform on 05:45 AM. People rushed towards the train. Utkarsh (my roomie) and I kept quite and aside from that rush because we were having confirmed seat. Finally, we got in and our seat no. were 102 & 98. There was already one uncle seated on 102 so we thought not to disturb him. Utkarsh (utk) seat on 101 and I seat very next to him on 100.

 As I took, sigh of relief, from what my eyes flip through. One pretty girl, damn pretty, most beautiful than my last girlfriend. She was stepping forward towards me. Suitcase’s handle was gripped in one hand. I wished there would be my hand. Moreover, by other hand, she was adjusting (actually playing with) her hair, forwarded a lock of hair from backside. She was wearing a glittering silver earring. Her beautiful face, and in that pink, off shoulder top and jeans, Katrina also seems dry in front of her perfectness. She was charismatic. I wanted to stare at her from top to bottom, very slowly (which I actually did). Suddenly some words collided to my ears.

“Hello… 100 is my seat,” beautiful voice directly projected in my ears. She repeated it. I came out from all thoughts and one shiver passed from my body.

“Oh yes, of course…,” I said and stood up.

Now we had had two options first, to seat at 98, 99 with one fat aunty or second, to seat at 102,101 with a pretty girl. I got second best. I requested uncle to go for 98 as we three friends wanted to seat together. Yes, I included her too. She was like surprised. “Can you please put this bag there?” she pointed empty space on rack with cutest smile. “…with that smile she could convince Hitler also,” I thought.

For next half an hour I watched movie and then started chatting, she was also making glance on chat covertly. I was trying to type securely and it might look normal from outside.

“Is c dditian?” utk’s msg.

“I dnt knw,”

“Is c junior?”

 “Hw c’d I knw, c is damn pretty tht wt I knw,”

 “c is reading ur chat,”

“I knw,” I replied and made one glance to her, she was smiling unconditionally. Train stopped at Bharuch. I covertly show her, she was typing,” @ Bharuch.”

“So…which station this is?” she broke the silence. I answered but I was wondering why she asked if she knew it?

Bharuch kea shing, kadak Dana wali bharuch ka shing,” my empty stomach heard it and remind brain of its existence and I bought one packet. I offered it to utk, I wondered if I could offered her too. Yes, I wanted to talk with her (who will not) but I did not want to start from my side.

“Don’t you want to offer that to your this friend?” she asked girlishly. “Oh of course… why not…” I replied impatiently and changed angle of my hand 180°. “So… what is your name?” she grinned (that smile always digress me that’s why my score was not good in HEAT POWER). “Gautam Navapara,” I replied. I did not know if she heard or not because of noise of another passing train on another track. Some more worthy, unworthy, stupid questions take place like about college, bf-gf, study and etc. we were talking as if we were friend by years.

Meanwhile there was a moment, which looks like SRK’s movie, she was going to tie her hair and suddenly nailed her hand from wrist. My heartbeat was little faster that time I did not know how I managed and whispered, “don’t tie such beautiful hair, let them flew with wind,” I smiled. I was waiting sedately for the reaction of it. She changed her mind and smiled. (Uff! I like the way she smile)

Another girl right in front of us also wanted to join our conversation but damn! She seated with her parents. Utk took out mobile and started camera to capture video of that another girl covertly. I grabbed her mobile and put it on backside of utk’s mobile. “Don’t you guys have manner,” she perked. “He was going to capture video of her in front of her parents and flashlight was on,” I whispered.

“How crazy you boys are,” she laughed.

“It’s Anand,” I said. As train stopped at Anand.

“Oh thanks for remind it. I was totally forgotten,” she said as she stood up.

“Anytime,” I acknowledged.

“It’ll helpful for me if you take down my bag from rack,” she said possessively. How could anyone refuse that much pretty girl whose smile can cure the entire wound in the world? She was leaving and I was feeling little bitterness.

Suddenly Utk shouted, “Her name?” “Oh shit! I forgot to ask her holy name,” I shouted back. Whole compartment was staring at us. I did not know with how much higher voice we had shouted.

At window, I straight my glance, she was going, her long, untied hair that fell upon her eyes with a gust of wind. “Hello…miss…,” I shouted. She twisted neck to find who is calling and many other girls did it too. I gestured her to come at window.

“Your name?” I curiously asked.

“Richa,” she delighted.

“Surname,” I shouted impatiently.

“Patel…” she smiled again.

Now train was started for departure. The train was leaving and she was too. Her face was not in front of me anymore. And Utk whispered “her mobile number?” damn! I rushed to door and looked outside; she was far away, but still beam of light striking my eyes, which were reflecting from her body. I wanted to jump on platform just for her, just to see her again but at very next second my mind told me, “this is not a movie and you are not SRK.” My heart and mind were fighting and I realize I was away from platform now.

Then, whole day I searched her on all social sites and I’m still searching her. I don’t know when I will find but still hope is alive and I’m searching for her…

Thursday, 18 September 2014

Like...??? Love...???

Honestly, I did not want to write this; I mean about love. I don't know which fundamental rule of life is working behind it, but whenever you want to stay away from anything, those things always draws you towards it. Actually on one beautiful night, my roomy asked me that what Love is. Is love the luck of the draw? Are some of us just luckier than others? Or is it something lacking in me? Well, no one can define love, and I am also unable to explain this word. But I can definitely say what love is not. Yes, love is not always about liking someone.

“I love my shirt,” “I love my bag,” “I love my cell,” “I love my dog” these are the some of the sentences that we heard from people around us. But looking at another side, even in our society they don’t allow us to keep pets like dogs and cats. People say that the love for these things or pets is actually “like” for these extra attracting things. Beyond this, I thought and asked myself, is it only like?

No, I believe, it is more than like, so is it love? Sometimes we want to wear old roughed shirt/pant rather than new bright ones. Yes, all of us like to wear new Denim clothes, then why we want to wear these old ones? Sometimes we store our old things securely more than money with which your memories are connected, memories of loved one, with whom you learned to laugh in every moment of life, with whom you learned to love, with whom you learned to live every moment of life. When you fall in love with someone, and if you crossed the boundary of liking then, you would be in love with all small things of that person. Everything, that might be bag, shirt or else. You always want to do something different for that person.

People fall in love at first sight. Is it possible to fall in love with the person whom you have seen only single time? Is it possible to fall in love with someone with whom you have never talked, and even you don’t know anything about that person?

My simple answer is a big no. It’s not possible at the range of thinking of my mind and heart. People who fall in love at first sight are the people who show their passion for love and his/her partners, but they are also one of them who forms the high divorce rates.

Love is not always about feelings. It is sometimes a choice. There are also people who fall in love after the stage of attraction or liking (which might be a choice) and says that they feel for each other. They give gift and date each other. But there will be a time when they don't feel it. There might be many couples who have many arguments; they don’t feel loving, but still, they fulfill their partner’s wishes ahead of their own. It's all because of mutual understanding beyond that feelings and liking. Yes, love is sometimes a mutual understanding; love is sometimes like but not vice versa.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Sshhh!!! Listen to The Silence!!!

“Nothing is impossible because impossible says I’m possible.” I heard this quote from my brother, and after that, I started thinking that, “How we can say impossible is possible? Because we can’t say silence is sound...” in some of those days, I preferred to be silent during arguments, while gossiping, when someone is talking, when the house is empty. My silence was making a tone of sense. I started believing that silence doesn’t make you inactive, it would be glorious if you could listen the sound of the silence. You can listen to silence and learn from it. It has quality and dimensions all of its own.

One of my memories that I would like to share with you, in my high school days, I was such a mischievous boy. I had made a big mischief. Like an every Principal, our school Principal also called my father. I was in front of my dad, worried and thinking about what he would say. But what happened? He didn’t say even a single word; he just gazed at me for a minute, his face was expressionless. That was the first time I had listened to the silence. I realized what I had done. His silence told me everything he wanted to say. Probably I would not have understood that if he would have punished me. Yes, Silence speaks when words can’t. He/She who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.

While talking on the cell with the person whom you love the most, there is a bit of time when both stop their flow of words, that moment of silence is beautiful. And this silence is always broken by both, at the same time, by saying “what happened?” or “hello!” that moment makes that person feel happy as I told in my previous blog. This silence brings them so close that may words cannot.

When we sit silently and watch the world around us, I think silence is much and more accurate. It seems only people who listen to the silence can sit next to each other and not say anything, and still feel happy. The younger, eager, impatient, always break silence. Only those people who heartily love (not the only love that we think at first sight) each other can listen to each other without uttering a single word. Silence is the source of words. According to a great paradox, Silence draws people together. 

Seeing him/her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound. I think silence have a solution of every question. Sense opens up in the silence. All objects have a language which we can decipher only in total silence. Silence is pure and is a source of great strength.

Silence is the sound before you want to make sound

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

What Happiness Is Not???

I would love to be happier; I’m sure most of the people would. So, I thought it would be interesting to find out the answer to “what is happiness?” I always had this obscure idea in my mind that Happiness is a moment. In science, to find out precise result we do some practical experiments to get results. And I do same to search out the real meaning of Happiness.

The philosophy that I have heard in life is “if I make lots of friends, work hard enough, always laugh, travel and make more money…then I will be the Happy person.” This is what I have heard from people I met.

To be definite, I started thinking about happiness (When one of the friends pulled me out from darkness). I asked myself, what is Happiness? Is it laughing? Is it finding a meaning of life? Is it excitement? If I’m in college then is it to make GF/BF? You know it is important, but you can’t put your finger on how to get it or what it even is. Finally, I got my answer. Happiness is not a moment, but Happiness is in the moment.

Let us say if we are trying to make one side of rubic's cube and we are done with it. It is not that one side is worthless; it is just that there is more to the puzzle. Happiness is not the big smiles; it is just the little things. Therefore, feeling happy and being happy are also two hugely different things.

“Why I am not happy?” if you ask that question to yourself then you may get so many answers. Is your answer expectation? Happiness is the well-lived life that brings satisfaction. “Happiness = Reality – expectation.”  If your expectation is gained or it is none, then expectation will become a reality and it will turn to Happiness.

Actually, if I was happy for 24/7 that might not be very well. The moments of sadness in life are tough, but sometimes they make the moments of Happiness that much better. That’s why sometimes we say (I would like to say in Hindi) “ये तो  ख़ुशी  के आँसू है.” Happiness is not a phase in life you can reach. Happiness is in the moment. And where it is not there, that doesn’t mean you are doing it wrong. It just means you are a human.

And finally, Happiness is not your outward mood; it’s your quiet disposition. Happiness is not the found food the ant eats; it is the stored food the ant eats. Happiness is not the things people say about you to your face; it is the kind things people say about you when you are not there. Happiness is not what you get directly; it is your effort to claim your aim. Happiness is the moment before you need more Happiness.

You don’t need to feel Happy to be Happy,

You don’t need to be Happy to feel Happy.

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