It all seemed to be a great day – idyllic weather accompanied by drizzles, as I bucketed along down the Bhopal railway station to catch the running train. It was already 4:53 PM and the train led off its wheels at 4:50 sharp. I asked my legs to festinate so to catch the accelerating train. I ran like a perpetrator chased by a dog! During this catch-the-train jaunt I was reminiscent of the famous DDLJ scene – Kajol chasing a running train only to find Shahrukh Khan’s hand to barge in, and ultimately edifying an epic love story! Only it was a boy this time giving a chase. Obviously, that didn’t happen and apparently I was a fool to think of such an exemplary shot! The chase was still on and I hated it to be Kareena’s Jab We Met moment. The train was still hustling ahead of me, and….
And I know I am describing this more dramatically. So to cut it short, I did catch the train at last. I suspired loudly before taking my seat. I closed my eyes for two minutes and wanted everything to settle down – my heartbeat, sweat, breath and the heat. Time managed to conciliate all these, and I was back to my normal nous. Fancy enough, I did enjoy this last minute hiccups!
My father – a strict disciple of time and punctuality always taught me to be on time, no matter how minuscule the purpose is. He always wants me to reach station half an hour before the departure time, or fifteen minutes before an exam. That’s completely legit and I abide by it. But the last minute enigma has its trance too. What’s life if it is nothing but a time-table? 7 AM breakfast, 9 AM College, 12 noon lunch, 5 PM home, 8 PM dinner and 10 PM sleep. What is so gratifying about this ‘chaste’ schedule? Where’s the thrill element? Of course, you don’t want to miss your career deciding exam or go late for your interview. Time’s pregnant in such crucial stages. But leaving aside these junctures, there won’t be any catastrophe if you go late by five minutes for your class. Instead, you always get some attention!
Chasing a running train, going five minutes late for a meeting, ten minutes delay for a lecture class, missing the first five minutes of a movie and chewing over on what might had happened in those five minutes – Yes! These are one of the lot thrills and chills of life. The mystery, the climax – ‘What would happen if I am going to miss this?’ Yes, that should endure! Even Biology says a human body requires some thrills, some shocks, and lot of adrenaline for its proper functioning. So why not give our body what it wants and not make it a boring time punctual machine?
This may sound condescending to many people. But I do have an explanation. A foolish will go late for all occasions. A timely person will always be disciplined and punctual (respect). A smart person will not be in any hurry; rather he will do things patiently and swimmingly by respecting the grandeur of time. And if by chance, he becomes late or get receded – will act accordingly to do what needs to be done. Adding to that, he will fully savour the moment. I do believe that in life if we miss something, we also gain a lot of things.
I have seen people who set alarm at 4 in the morning, and wake up ten times at night just to make sure it isn’t past four. I just want to ask them a question, why are you so afraid of time? I am not questioning their ideology, but their dreadfulness. Being punctual is one thing, but getting ghosted by this punctuality is a disastrous thing.
That day, when I became late to board my train, it wasn’t any deliberate act. There were reasons for my tardiness. But when I finally got into the train and hopped over my seat, I was sang-froid at my best – THE LAST MOMENT THRILL had made my expedition quite an expedition!
By Hetal Kanwar
Our love is so pure,
Our love is so serene…
You are the only one who loves me so truly..
Whose love for me is surreal,
Whenever my soul…
My heart….misses u…
Not a word I utter…
But just drop a tear…
Miss you my love…
My eyes looks for you everywhere…
And when finally you are with me…
There’s nothing this soul fears …
There are no undue worries..
There are no more tears!
Ha ha you’re like my favorite Johnson baby…
“No more tears”
Love you my sweet heart..
Love you no matter what..
Love you like anything…
Just keep smiling baby…
‘Coz I love u my love…
The solid ground beneath their feet resounds of haste. Strange faces with searching eyes; they look familiar to me sometimes—their impatience, their regret, their silence along with joy, warmth and hope. I share with them the similarity of all these feelings; a relationship that’s hard to describe. Apparently the whole world becomes one when it comes together on a railway station.
Each time necessity takes me to this place of “arrivals and departures”, I sense the entire place reeks of human feelings—old parents expectantly awaiting their only support (their children); young parents on the other hand, courageously allowing their own flesh and blood slip out of safe hands to search and make their world elsewhere. A couple, newly-wed, prepared to fulfill new promises and fresh responsibilities taking up their journey to a new destination—their nest for love and romance and then a spirited group of friends, undertaking a short vacation to refresh old memories.
There are porters carrying house-full of luggage and assisting fellow humans to conveniently board their trains to their desired destination. Every nook and cranny at the railway station is a billboard of life’s ironic relationships.
And then I come across the homeless, deprived kids who appear indifferent to the scores of emotions that might be hiding in them somewhere! Without a fixed destination, so it seems, they are there only to scrape a few coins together—they can board any train and ask any stranger for alms; such is their faith and such their destiny. The station becomes their transitory home. They don’t need to be anywhere else.
Each time I come here I realize my bond with fellow humans—I observe from a distance the great dichotomy and irony of human relationships; the explicable enormity of our emotions—our banal fear of saying goodbye and our joy to welcome, to expect, to hope and to wait in spite of the rush, the noise, the loneliness and the haste.
By Gaurav Jain
The uncanny ability to capture distant cosmic objects by again the complex, yet wonderful mechanism of our optic nerves, awareness of the fact that we along with the mortals and immortals conceived stationary are actually rotating with the earth itself doing the same, the euphoria when you know that the TPI patterns and protocols are the paths followed by the ants to take food back home, a small thought that the air we breathe in can be the cosmic set of universes to a billions of billions of microorganisms. The imminent rapt that you’re about to get when you read and simultaneously feel the word, WOW!
The arching of lips when a cliff-hanger ends in our desired manner. The delight when you have had a good run, the fleeting joy, often marked by kerfuffle when the teacher goes out in the midst of a lecture, the insanity you experience when the societal pressure is uplifted, 5 minutes of extra sleep (heavenly feeling being alive), the caterwauls of happiness, a nice comment from a girl, calling dibs on the last slice of pizza, the drippy feeling when you’re in love, snorts over friends’ drools, again the release of word with a feel, WOW!
The weirdest imagination of considering yourself a vigilante, like Batman; The effing, often cocky feeling of you being an undercover agent trying to save the world, you standing at the top of a palace beholding a beacon at aurora. Ya, WOW! People from every imaginable walk of life have experienced this epigenetic feeling.
The ability of humans to pepper the words, encountering a certain runaway awesomeness has definitely created a biological difference, a differentiation of being awestruck. These singular expressions rekindle the hopes of washed-ups, the zingers always have created the placebo which forced man to create the word impossible, so, at some day, down the line he can snatch another possibility from the realm of impossibilities. Thinking of which gives me a profound feeling of orgasm or mindgasm, if I can say!
Our ability to contemplate and marvel at our own creations has pushed us forward. These teeming feelings of happiness have sky-rocketed the human race. Just imagine, the mocking flavour when you know that the technology you’ve in your pockets is thrice as advanced as the one used by the president of U.S. 25 years ago!
Einstein once brilliantly quoted,
“He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. (sic)”
The world can only progress when it learns how to appreciate and motivate with what it has triumphed and what’s left to be. These are not just meagre words but the bricks which when reached to a tipping-point can create quite a difference and for humans alive these just don’t come from a particular aficionado but from a parole chipped in from the many he knows. More than our thoughts, a subtle choice of these pleasing and positively charged ambiguous words can create a wormhole between a person’s thoughts followed by actions and the horizon of success.
This is the power of what we “can” say and WOW! Certain words really do matter. They can be blunt jibes or could contribute to create a torrid of motivating thoughts hurtling out in the neurons signalling the mind, “Yes! You’ll do it, because you can do it”. Now, just don’t go on the fence, instead go out and lay back in the awesomeness of the world around us and the world within!
Anirudh couldn’t sleep that night. He was chipping his head continuously for a reason best known to himself. He took a piece of paper, wrote something down after thinking for a while and tore it down pretty soon. His conundrum continued when he took some twenty more papers, one at a time and all finding its way to his dust-bin. Soon enough, he had one disprin before relaxing himself on his table-chair resting his carked head on the table. He then began to ponder. “It is going to be a long night” he said to himself.
What was his bloody problem, anyway?
Hours before, Nidhi, his friend or precisely his first love asked Anirudh what he would gift her on her 21st birthday. Before Anirudh could speak or react, she said, “Anirudh… I know you are an awesome writer. And you’re my best friend. Write something for me, a page or two… I know you write exceptionally well… Give me the best birthday gift ever. What’s there in materials after all… It’s your words I want to remember…”
Poor Anirudh! He recently brought for her an exquisite gift worth thousand bucks. Only he had known her crazy wish before, he would have spared his thousand rupees in lieu of just a piece of paper and some ink! Still, he thought he’d give her both.
Anirudh was in love with Nidhi for past 2 years, ever since he saw her on the first day of his college. Along time, they became good friends. Anirudh slowly started falling for her. Nidhi was indeed beautiful, and one of college’s hot-bomb figure as cheesy boys would say! Add to that, her blue eyes and dimple smile had its own charm! So hapless Anirudh falling for her was not any news. Though, what Nidhi thinks of him remains a total mystery! But she did ask him to write for her. Is that makes Anirudh special? Was she giving any indication?
So you know now why Anirudh was in such a trouble. Though he writes well, but the given circumstance was making him doubt his own credentials. After all, it’s not just some piece of writing but one coveted piece of message that would decide his future relationship with the girl.
“ Nidhi is going to remember my lines forever…” that was his prognostication before he took another sheet of paper, probably 21st. .
His headache was all but gone, and he felt fully invigorated after a short break. TUBELIGHT! Something struck his mind, all of a sudden.
It all happened before he started writing the very first word, before becoming too cogitative, before hankering his head to make her impress, when he was probing, “What should be the heading of this write-up and what should I write here? I really want it to be special and momentous. Something which would go down the line for years in her memory and make her feel blessed to have me. She is going to love me for this…”. He even thought of some showy one-liners entrenched with majestic words, just to give his gift a royal look.
It was not until he decided to pull off this plug, and thought of making everything SIMPLE. He got the whole point: Words are best conveyed when said simple. And that’s where those minutes went – Something that was not coming from him. It was all too flattering! He chose wrong words – Words though were exquisite but a complete mismatch.
“Whatever I am writing from now is going to be simple and true. No miscalculated words, no flattering. No poems, no one-liners, and definitely no royal birthday greetings. Just my true feelings in short and simple manner”
And so he began:
My dearest Nidhi,
Life seems so beautiful when I have you on my side. Life indeed in SIMPLE enough, knowing Nidhi is there for me. So, Happy Birthday to my best companion. Many Many Happy Returns Nidhi.
I will say no more, because I know by this time, you’d surely know why I gave you this simplest ‘gift’
Yours forever and ever,
So, his coveted piece of message contained just 64 words. But for Anirudh, that was bang on! He was pretty confident that Nidhi would definitely decipher his message. He even decided not to give her that thousand bucks worth gift, for that would obviously spoil the moment and ambiance he wanted to build.
Now for all his cognition and smartness, Nidhi’s interpretation holds the very essence. D-Day came. After the boring mid-night greetings over the phone, Anirudh met Nidhi early in the morning at the canteen. Nidhi seemed very excited and couldn’t wait to grab the note. Anirudh, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. He SIMPLY smiled at her after greeting her. He wanted to create an aura of simplicity and least blandishing.
Nidhi expected an envelope for her regal greeting. Instead, she found an open letter.
Nidhi expected at least two papers. Instead, she got one.
Nidhi expected rainbows of ink. Instead, she caught only one color.
Nidhi didn’t like the letter at first sight.
First impression all went wrong for Anirudh!
She began to read the letter. It started and ended so quickly, that she didn’t even realize it was over. She flipped the paper to see if there was something on other side, but she was disappointed.
“…I know by this time, you’d surely know why I gave you this simplest ‘gift’…”
“BULLSHIT” that was the spontaneous word that came from her mouth. ‘WTF’ followed next.
Anirudh was fobbed! He didn’t know what to say. He expected all together something else. He saw that tempestuous look in Nidhi’s face. His cheek became red. Before he could say anything, Nidhi mouthed in shock.
“What the f*** yaar… I didn’t expect this from you. A 3rd class student can write a better greeting. Tu hai hi aalsi… Oh yeah… you didn’t get the time… right? From your stupid hostel friends, or from that irritating counter-strike… tere paas toh time hi nahi hai mere liye… ek article nahi lik sakta tu mere baare mein…This shows your friendship… Bhaad mein jaa tu and don’t ever talk to me again.. mere peeche aaya na toh mujse bura koi nahi hoga”
SILENCE all around.
She started walking off in haste before Anirudh could speak anything. Anirudh stood there perplexed, not knowing how to react. It all happened in some 20 seconds. He left there gaping, like a corpse! A samosa in his mouth would have filled that void! It took some time for him to recollect his senses.
But Nidhi was already gone. No use in running behind her like a dog, he thought.
“A simple message can become so complex” he wondered. He very well knew that a formal apology ( though thousand times) , a grand piece of writing, and that 1000 bucks worth gift would surely settle the matter. He understood girls admire theatricality a lot!
As he took a heavy breath and looked all around just to make sure he wasn’t embarrassed in front of his batch mates, he walked away silently and gently cursing his own fortune and over-smartness.
“GIRLS………………………….” that was his last word heard that morning!
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