Today.


It was a dark tunnel. I was searching my way out. My eyes were the evidence of the fear in me. I heard a sound. Someone calling my name out. More fear. I could sense someone hitting me. Gently at first, and then fiercely. The voice, now seemed to sound more clear. WAKE UPPPPP !`

It was my mom trying to wake me up from my thriller dream. And so, there began a brand new day. As usual, I ran to get ready. In just a few minutes, I was all dressed up, stuffed something into my mouth, and called my dad to drop me at the railway station. “Daddy, I’m going to get late again, Drive faster”

“You couldn’t get up early. Don’t do the talking then.” he would say and shut my mouth.

When I reached the stairs of the station, I helplessly saw my train leave the platform. I could feel the Gods laughing at my missing the train again, like always. I will be early tomorrow, I chanted to myself.

A poor lady was begging for money. Though both of us didn’t know each other personally, we would both have eye contact for a minute everyday. And, I always felt, it was her curse that I wasn’t catching my train everyday. Damn. I was never encouraged to give money to the beggars, for the very fact that they could make a bad use of the money. My family encouraged giving beggars food or buying them a drink. But seriously who would do that in the midst of a busy morning, catching a train and attending classes.

While all that happened was a routine happening, something different happened today. I was walking the stairs, and I had a minute of eye contact with the lady again.

“Amma, I haven’t had food. Pleaseeee” she cried.

While, I was ignoring her voice, I watched a middle aged man walk to her. He half-sat beside her, opened his lunch box and gently placed all the contents from his box to her plate.

“Eat, it’ll taste good” he said.

That one act, touched my heart. I felt like that guy had slapped me on the face. The million dollar smile on the lady’s face was overpowered by her happy tears. She blessed him whole-heartedly.

I kept staring at her. She took a piece of chapathi from her plate and placing it in her mouth, caught me staring. I gave her a guilty-smile. While I was caught in the moment, I saw another train racing towards the platform. And so, the moment faded and I ran my marathon to catch this train, and at the least attend the second hour, as I was already late for my first hour class.

Signed,

-Me.

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Why. Why?


Ananya

I was at college. We had our culturals.People were running over here and there. I was the compering the show with another friend. I sat there practicing my lines about the various shows. Suddenly around 30 minutes before the show began, one of my best friends came running towards me. His face was wet and it was evident that he wasn’t stable.

I ran towards him, despite my lehenga and high heels.

Karthik? I exclaimed.

Ananya.. he began. Nothing’s going good in my life he finished.

It was his b’day and we had planned surprises for him after the culturals. (we included Anand, Akshara, Sarthak and a few others).

Dude? It’s your birthday and all. What’s so wrong?

I feel so low Anan. I don’t know why.

I gave him a sympathetic look and a weak smile. He looked at me and glared. I didn’t know why.

I went forward to hug him. He turned back and began walking away. He never really let me convince for anything. He was this kind of person who felt bad , but wouldn’t expect sympathy. Thought what we show between friends isn’t really sympathy, that’s what he thought. But if one of us had a problem, he would beat the crap out of us to know all details of the problem and stay with us till it diminished to a point. He was my best friend ever. Though I never knew if he felt the same, I never had trouble telling him everything that happened.

My friend ran to me. Time for your compering, she said.

My brain told me to go to the stage and meet Karthik later during the surprise bash. But blah, my heart. I held my hands over my head.

Pathetic headache suddenly, Surya.

Oh my. Fine take care. I’ll manage till then. Come soon. she said.

I took advantage of the fact that I got frequent headaches due to migraine.

And.. I ran. Near the cafeteria. The garden and everywhere. I called him twice. No answer.

And that’s when I made my last guess of where he could be. We had a favorite spot at college. It was beside the library. Hoping my guess was right, I reached there.

And from a distance I could spot him there. He was facing the opposite side. With a smile, I ran to him. Only when I got a little closer I could spot him with Radha. I had hardly spotted both of them together. Thank God it was a little dark. I saw her, stand up and hug him tight. I could sense they were best friends. I didn’t know if I had to feel bad, but I just walked back without speaking with him.

I was a flop on the stage that evening. I just tried and managed to blurt something. After the show, we had a party for him. We all went to the venue and hid in our planned places.

When he came, we all screamed. SURPRISEEEEE !

Oh you guys. Hey. he said, which was not the slightest of what we had imagined.

Happy birthdayyyyy we kept singing.

Thank you was the response.

Okay now for the cake. C’mon bud! 

Hey, I have other plans. Didn’t know about this. And I reallyyyy have to go.

I went to him to yell. We were planning this for like two whole weeks.

Exactly when I was going to, I stamped on my lehenga and skid down. And he just walked away.

While all those people surrounded me and helping me get up, I watched him hold hands with her and walk away.

Amidst that pain , my mind was void. Just Blank. All I thought was,

Why? Why..

-Me

The Think Session


With my assessments in a day , I tried to minimize all my distractions and concentrate all the time I had into studying . I closed my door , and settling on a chair that wouldn’t let me sleep in comfort , I opened the index of my textbook titled “Software Engineering” . Giving myself a motivational pat , I skimmed through the contents of the first chapter and got ready to mug it all up ! I took a sip of the coke that was kept just for the purpose , that I don’t sleep and felt ecstatic !
Opening the first page of the book stating “What is software ?” , my brain , being amazingly awesome as well as awfully crappy, started thinking of other “What is ” topics! It crossed topics on fun , school , college , friends , celebs , and I finally made a halt on what I am and what I am not .

 

I began processing on comments people generally had about me ! Any person would have mixed comments and if he didn’t it just meant he hadn’t met the real world yet . I opened the screenshot gallery of my mobile and noticed that a few brought smiles on to my all-messed-up face and some others made me think if it really meant so . I ended up realising that be it flattery or a not so great comment , I was something more than just what people thought ! I understood that at the end of the day people(hi-bye friends) approach you just to get their job done ! Why sit and do an entire work when you have people out there who are so jobless that they get flattered easily and end up thinking awesome about you , two days after which you can approach them with ease for any favor . Well that’s the world today ! *Oops, wasn’t I learning something ? O.o ”

 

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Taking another gulp from the coke can I realised I wasn’t in the mood to study anything. Closing my book , I started penning down a poem about “Today’s world” which went like this .

Once there were only a few evil,

whom it was easy for the Gods to kill,

But today , the good percent is turning nil,

inside every angelic face resides a devil !

 

The world has come to a stand ,

where inner beauty is no demand,

all one needs is prettiness in hand,

with values burried deep in sand.

 

Today a favor…

My mom walked in with french fries in a plate , knowing that it was the love of my life and expecting me to relax a little after studying hard for an hour ! Anyways , with fries there’s no more anything else ! So well , I’l be back with the rest of it !

 

Adios !

 

Signed,

Mythu