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Incomplete Love Story

Incomplete Love Story

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like an unfinished dream, an incomplete story
a letter half written, a forgotten melody;
certain things are better incomplete
like our...

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Moving on is the nature of Life...!!!

He would woke up each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was going right for him, by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad; he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, fall asleep with his heart in his empty white room, that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. . .

Every day when he gets back from his college, he finds himself alone only with his solitude by his side, he feels lonely. He feels miserable; he would curse himself, his fate over and over. He would curse people around him for whatsoever reason. Always he has the urge to call her and ask her, how is she doing? Is she missing him the same way as he does? But he can’t, he has to stop himself and console himself, he explains this to his heart, “dude u have to be practical, a bit selfish too coz to survive in this materialistic world u have to become one of those...” And there goes a long fight between the evil inside him and the angel inside his heart... and then he closes his eyes and let himself drown in the arms of deep slumber, he feels good in his own world of fantasy... detached from the whole world, from all emotions, from all relations it’s just him there... and when he wakes up, again the cruel reality slaps him yet again and shows him that life isn’t a dream where everything will happen according to our choice, life is something else. In simple words, if you make it simple its simpler for you, if you make it complicated its complicated for you...

People don’t understand one thing, which is a universal fact that someday sooner or later people are meant to leave us. We have to accept it the way it comes doesn’t matter what the situation was, how true your love was or how great friends you were? It’s the same in every case. When we go through a rough phase we keep on thinking about anything and everything in the most negative way possible. Hence we keep on attracting negative energy which is always present around us and make our life miserable. It’s true that if such things happen definitely we will be sad. But why do people ends up in depression? Why do they start smoking or boozing? Why do they think that they are the only one suffering? And why the hell they detach themselves from all emotions and relations of this world, let alone with their solitude.

Life moves on, doesn’t matter how rough is the situation one day there has to be dawn if there is night. Same way we should learn to move on, come out of the misconception that in a whole lifetime only once we can fall in love. I contradict this; you can fall as many times as you want. And people who tag you as emotionless or easy going let them do that, coz people who can’t move on in their life can’t do anything worthwhile. Life is all about moving on treasure the memories of your past and keep on moving till the time you are freed from this universe. One has to accept few things the way it comes. You can’t force people to be with you forever, everyone has a certain time limit in your life, they will stay till that time comes and then they will leave you on your own. Instead of brooding over it, make that time worthwhile for each and every person who is there in your life. And then see how your life will bloom.

No one is good and no one is bad, it’s the situations which sometimes turn them into an angel and sometimes into an evil. It’s not only you who has problem; there are over 7 billion people all over the world with 7 billion different fates. And each one of them has some issues with life. Nothing is perfect, if it was then there was no need of God or the power which balances the whole system the whole universe. Obstacles are a part of life, they teach us at every point of time. Whenever we face something out of the box then that means there is a need of learning something which we are actually lacking. And that’s how one gains experience, few takes it in a good spirit and use that negative energy to do wonders in life. And few use that negative energy to make their life more miserable. This whole universe works on the logic of law of attraction. There are both positive and negative energies around you, negative energies are more influential and it attracts you more compared to the positive energy. Its upto you whether you want to get influenced by it or not. Sooner or later everyone does or everyone has to that’s the law of nature but who comes out of it matters the most. 

"Life tests you to the core and in those battles you win some, you lose some."



Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Why Life is so unfair at times???


It was half past two at night, the train was moving at its full speed and everyone was in their deepest of slumbers except the two insomniacs – I and Ishan.

“Only two hours is left and then we will reach our destination!” said Ishan

I nodded in approval.

We were going to Kerala, for our first Industrial tour. This was the first time when our whole class (except few people) was going somewhere together, excitement added a great spice and surely we were going to explore new levels of fun.

“What are you thinking?” asked Ishan

“Nothing” I said

“I am not at all sleepy. What about you?”

“Same here”

“Then tell me the story of your love life.”

“My story is all over my blogs and they are the same old break-up story, nothing new. I haven’t heard any such things from your side. So bring it on.”

“I don’t have any such stories.”

“Don’t lie, you are 20 years old now and I am sure you will have atleast one girl in your life.”

He hesitated a bit but then I probed him to narrate his story, he started narrating his story.

Once upon a time, when I was in 7th grade I use to stay in Bhuj, a small place in Gujarat. She was my neighbor, Jennifer that’s her name. Her brother became my good friend since we three were the only children in our building we were not left with any other choice rather than hanging around with each other. And nobody had any issues when I use to visit her place. My visit became frequent, every now and then I will knock her door and with the excuse of borrowing some notes I would spend some time with her. Things were going very well and I started liking her. Slowly slowly we became good friends but probably God didn’t like this closeness and so her dad got transferred to New Delhi when we passed our 8th grade. She went very far away from me and I lost all her contacts. During that time, there was no Facebook or Orkut to find someone, but I didn’t move on. She was still in my mind till the next two years when I passed out my 10th boards and my dad got transferred to Chennai. I came here, joined a new school made many new friends but she was still there in the back of my mind all the time. But then something happened, something very unpredictable which I never expected. One of my friend, he came to Chennai from New Delhi and he was in the same school where she studied, I got to know this because always he use to talk about some girl named Priyanka and whatever he told me I don’t why he told me, but whatever he told me I was cent percent sure that this was the same girl for whom I have been longing from past two years. I asked him when he visits New Delhi the next time click a pic of hers and show me. He hesitated a bit but when I explained him the state of my heart he agreed. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months and finally he showed me her pic. As soon as I saw the pic the sky fell over my head and land escaped from beneath. It was her!!! I never expected that life would surprise me this way, I cursed god the day she went to New Delhi but today I was at a loss of words. I had no clue how to thank god. This was some kind of miracle or this was my fate I was not sure. I asked my friend to give me her phone number, I added her on Orkut (yeah that time, Orkut was very popular in India) and to my surprise she recognized me at once. Soon we got addicted to each other, we would talk hours over phone, exchange numerous sms, chat on Orkut, not even a single day passed without talking to her. We were getting close to each other and this time it was different unlike our childhood days. She had a clue that I had started liking her but I never had the courage to pour out my heart in front of her. I was basically a big time coward when it comes to this. Soon our 12th board exams arrived and then the duration of call decreased and so the number of messages. But somehow we managed to cope up with the situation. Days use to be very boring without her messages and nights use to never ending without her call. I use to feel very lonely. After when our exams got over, I felt a sudden change in her. She used to be very silent which was very unusual for a bubbly girl like her. I tried asking her the reason but she never revealed the reason. I decided that the day when our result will be out, I will call her and pour out my heart in front of her. Finally the day arrived; I called her up instantly after checking my result. No one picked up; I tried again but in vain. I waited for a while probably she was busy checking her marks too. Two hours passed by and I didn’t get any of her calls, I tried again but again no one picked up. I kept on trying the whole day and till the wee hours of morning but no one picked up. My heart beat grew faster; sweat bead appeared on my forehead. Negative thoughts started circulating into my head. I couldn’t resist anymore and I ended up calling on her landline number even though she told me not to call on her landline I did. I dialed her landline number; with every ring my heart felt a pang. Someone picked up, I didn’t recognize her voice.

“Can I speak to Jennifer?” I said

“Who are you?” she said

“I am her Friend, Ishan.” I said

And the next moment all I could hear was her cry,

“What's the matter?” I asked anxiously

“I am her mother beta; Jennifer is no more with us. Last night she committed suicide because she failed in her board exam…”

And the phone fell from my hand, body became numb, I couldn’t feel anything for a long time. I sat there on the floor, kept on staring at the phone. I could still hear her mom’s voice. Tears trickled down my cheek and I cried, till when I don’t know. My head became heavy; all those memories spent with her started circulating in my head. I was broke, for the first time I mustered up all the courage to pour out my heart and the day I decided to tell her everything god took her away from me for once and for all.

There was an eerie silence; all we could hear was the rattling sound of train. I excused myself to the door and light up a cigarette.

“That was the most unpredictable thing that ever happened with me.” Said Ishan

“You didn’t get a chance to even pour out your heart, why god is so unfair?” I said to myself

“I know what you are thinking, that I didn’t get a chance to pour out my heart in front of her. I couldn’t tell her that I loved her. But you know something I don’t have any regret for that. I accept the fact that I loved her, she was very close to me but more than that we were great friends. And doesn’t matter if she had any feelings for me or not, that is not important at all. The pain of losing a best friend is way more than the pain of losing a lover, because in future you may get many lovers but friends like her, you get once in life. And I lost her forever. She couldn’t bear the pressure of failure and ended up committing suicide without giving it a thought what will happen to those people who were close to them. And that’s my story. My Incomplete story…”

“I am sorry buddy; I shouldn’t have probed you so much to tell me.” I said and took a long drag

I was regretting now, that why on earth I asked him about it. How he must be feeling now? I cursed myself.

This is life, which proves out to be very unpredictable all the time…

I ask God, why is it so???

Why our life is so damn unpredictable???

Why true love stories are left Incomplete???

Why??????????????????????????????????????????