It's tough, it's hectic, it's fun and it's mindblowing. It's life. Life for me, more or less, means college now, and finally things seem settled for the semester. A lot's been going on, most of it good. People and places have kept me busy, I've barely had to time to breathe. But that's the way I love it. Fast, challenging, fun. The spirit's high right now since I've almost done whatever I was supposed to for this week. I'm happy and that's rare :P. Though I make it a point now to feel good, to like what I do and appreciate everything around me. Try it, believe me it's good. :D
Everything's good. Hope it stays that way.
By the way, the OST of Dehli-6 is absolutely fab. MUST LISTEN!
Everything's good. Hope it stays that way.
By the way, the OST of Dehli-6 is absolutely fab. MUST LISTEN!
Masti hai masalon ki Dilli Dilli,
Gali hai deewanon ki Dilli-6.
Gali hai deewanon ki Dilli-6.
He had been dead before, and he was dead now. He had been dead before he had jumped and yes, he was definitely dead now. Children around him had grown up attempting to understand everything their lives had to offer; the security of a family, the love of a sibling, the innocence of youth and every other emotion that colored their lives. His eyes had never felt colors, or beauty, and so his heart had accepted darkness as a part of life. And death was the only thing he had ever truly understood about life. It had been his mother and sisters first, raped and burned alive. Then it had been his father. That was when he had died, only that his breath hadn’t left him.
He had been too young to understand religion then. And he had never really been sure ‘which’ people had destroyed his family and with it, his life. The anger and the tears had led to loneliness. Alone, he had been incapable of everything. But life always finds a way. His mind taught him to steal, and his mindset taught him to survive.
The meeting with the messengers had been a coincidence. They said they had a message for him, a message sent by God. They had made him remember his grief. The scene of his family’s death had always flashed in front of his eyes, but never before had it been so clear. His pain had never before been so apparent, his mind, never so obsessed. They spoke of retribution, and revenge. He had been powerless when they had been killed, but the messengers could give him power now. They spoke of the revolution, and sacrifice. He had been chosen for heaven by God himself, but before that, he had a final duty to perform. He had to avenge his family’s death. ’They’ had to be killed. His mind was a blank slate, and the messengers left no stone unturned to fill it with a deadly vengeance.
The training was grilling, but it gave him a reason to breathe, a reason to be. He was explained his final duty. The bomb would explode on sudden impact with the ground, they told him. His means of revenge, and of reaching heaven was strapped around his body. For the first time in his life, he anticipated something. Revenge was sweet.
There was never a dearth of visitors in the valley. The orange of the sun filled the sky as the vibrancy of life filled the air. The hills separated the valley from the waters on the other side. Everything from the setting exuded tranquility. Except for the man on top of the hills, bound by revenge. He felt the soft rubber across his chest, his key to freedom. All that was left to do now was to jump. The young child in the valley looked up at him for an instant, and then went back to playing with his car. It was then that he jumped. The hills were high, and gravity just didn’t seem fast enough. It was as if he was gliding through the air, reaching his final destination. And he was happy, because he knew he had done the right thing. He closed his eyes just before the final impact and smiled his first smile in a long time, and his last.
The young child was completely engrossed with his red car. The cold air from the mountains blew across his young face, and there wasn’t a care in the world. He looked up at the sudden noise of splashing waters that vibrated through the air. His brain was too young to comprehend that a man had just fallen into the lake beyond the hills, or even that his innocent smile to a stranger on the hilltop had changed the fate of many around him, or that his innocent look had made someone realize that this was not the enemy he was seeking, neither was this the conclusion he had ever anticipated. The sudden noise was forgotten. His wonderful red car was so much more important.
Every day when you open your eyes to a new beginning and life beckons. Every day when you create new memories. The smallest of gestures; when you look across the street and smile at that stranger. When you sit in the canteen with people you can call friends. When you don't have to say anything, it's there presence that reassures you, that they'll be there when you need them. Every time you walk, run and do what you wish to because you can. Every instant you think of that wonderful girl you truly love. Every minute when you don't have to bother about spending because you were blessed with the power to. Every day when you have a fight with your family and then you can't sleep until you've made up with them. Every time you have a bad day and you know that you have a comforting home to go back to. Every moment that you breathe, moments that make up your life. Every moment, believe. Believe that you're truly blessed, that things could have been so much worse. And thank everyone who makes your life special. People who gave you moments you would never forget. The smallest instances in your life when someone was there to cheer you up. The most ordinary of times that witnessed the creation of the most extraordinary bonds. And then Thank God for everything that you have, for this wonderful gift.
Here's Thanking all of you. Thank you so much for being there. And Thank You God!
They walked a very fine line,
the grey between the dark and bright.
He sometimes wondered why she felt so right.
Though love, he knew, it never was
and yet hate, it could not be,
‘cause hate just could not lead to such a wonderful cause.
A wine was poured, a coin was tossed
and it stood on its edge.
He almost smiled,
as the judgment proved his precocious thoughts.
She had been there all along,
had always been the wonderful friend,
and yet, he was tired of the gruesome trend.
Her happiness was a priority
and yet he couldn’t neglect his own any longer.
He had fallen before,
but the wounds had only made him stronger.
He wanted to know, he wanted to know.
The curiosity within him could no longer grow.
Did she love him,
or was it just a fake intuition?
He wanted to cross the bridge
without any hope or expectation.
Love me, he asked her,
or hate me, if you must.
An answer is all my heart yearns for
and it feels no less than a ruckus.
This fine line, I can no longer tread.
To nowhere, can it ever lead.
She just looked at him, and tried to smile.
There was nothing she could say,
the answer had always lain in her eyes.
It’s been hectic and at the end of it all there’s nothing much we left behind, just a few memories, a few laughs that we had shared within those walls, three stones and a dustbin. My room had been a part of everything I am, my best and my worst. That’s the place I saw my class 10 result in and, for the first time in my life, felt a sense of achievement. It’s the same room that saw me go through the frustrations of non medical and still emerge defeated at the end. Those walls were a part of me, the part that did not come along but was left behind. I have a somewhat bigger room now but it’s not mine, not yet, at least. I guess I’ll get used to it, as I’ll get used to walking up and down the stairs all the time. But I’ll still miss my room, and my house that now possesses a part of me, three stones and a dustbin.
