Before the time steals…

Your pen is bleeding with the words you are afraid to vocal to her.

I have seen you praying for her at times she thinks that she can not even crawl close to the life she hopes…
I have observed you wishing for her more than life in moments you cover your head with headphones and your heart with lyrics of your favorite song. 😦

And now as i have heard that a body radiates what it is full of…
You are full of love for her and the radiation of your love has somehow opened the gates of her heart that once thought that it would never be accepted by anyone. She has fallen in love with you.

No! No my friend, Don’t run away from commitments! You will never get someone like her again.
She is utterly beautiful at heart. Everything about her is just too humane that deserves love and a man who is ready to fight for the scars she carries.

You are not doing this harm to her, but more to yourself… Because I know one thing for sure…
People die! In search of mutual feelings. They die in the hope that someday they will meet someone who is just perfect for the match of their frequency. Love is what she has taught to all us friends. Don’t be a rock! Man you have a heart.

Not much time is left, She is slipping out from your hands and time will carry her again to a new place. She is leaving the country today. Go man! When you love her, Don’t be scared of any commitment. The love is leaking through her eyes… When you have come this far, Why not you give this story an ending what it deserves.

Go man! This time,Its not the diary that wants to listen to you. Its her. Leave the diary and go catch her. She feels the same for you too.

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Let the phenomenons crash! and the fears suffer in trash!

Hold her tight and kiss her.
Tell her…how worthy she is.
What she means to you…
What metaphors she add to the lines you write
What reality she bestows to the poet in you 

Make her realize that she is someone, God sent to be loved!
Go! before time steals her from you. 🙂
-Sankalp
(Extempore)

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More than anything…

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In my remembrance came the night,
When we didn’t know the wrong or right
Like which face the leaf will… kiss the ground
Like while imagining a poet climbs, unknown bounds…

Same way a nostalgia…
strike my veins when i miss that dim light…
when we sat around the dancing fire…
and stars looked at us with a zeal so bright… 🙂

U came up with your issues…
I came up with mine,
We were literally drunk
Even without wine!

We laughed for no reason!
And our presence itself was so peace…
How with immense beauty,
The silence got loud and words got seized…

How our giggling fizzled out,
And our hearts stepped in…
When we threw aside the layers
and came to our skin…

And just while laughing,
To us that Magical haze stuck!
That May be ‘us’ getting together…
Was not much of a coincidence!
Was not much of luck …

When i found me in your eyes…
And things got a gentle swing…
I crave for that moment
More than anything…

In such way we shared our pain…
like a poet shares his, crying in the rain
As much as yours was as much as mine…
And your head on my shoulder made my life shine

My heart dropped down with your tears… 😦
our sobbing broke me into pieces…
And listening to your story
I found your innocence trembling in traces!!!

Still my stumbling soul wiped your tears…
and swiped your sides that were lifeless and blue,
And how badly shattered you slept with a curve around my arms…
the scenario blurred and the the things i saw, dwindled to a few…

The next morning
When the sun poked our sleep…
That innocence of your stare…
leaked the mysteries so deep…

When we recognized the knock of love…
And our favorite song repeated its lyrics in us…
Today the same warmth of feelings…
The same coziness questions me this thus…

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Now same moments of unconditional love…
from where to bring…!??
I crave for the flashback…
more than anything.
-Sankalp.

I was lost to be found ( Part – 3 ) *Final*

Recap -(Part -2)

https://pristineshadow.wordpress.com/2015/04/23/i-was-lost-to-be-found-part-2/

Part – 3

I questioned Bloom about the fuss while we were traveling to his place.  He told me the whole story –
“We, Cyborgs and ‘Aliens’ were great friends. We were two entirely different races but had feelings for each other. There was no conflict in loving any member of opposite race. A cyborg was allowed to marry an alien and everything was a piece of cake. We were two species that were close to perfection, We did ‘Negligible mistakes’ and all of the above, we were genius creatures by mind and heart. But one unlucky day! the aliens came, and they started to dismantle every thing their eyes caught… Moreover, they killed their own people. So, many aliens shifted to our land. Even those who were in love, were found to have the ‘Non alien insanity’. Thousands of our army men died in ‘Questions’. It was too sudden and they were more astonished by the hate of their friends rather than modified weapons. Our world suffered both physically and mentally.

But the next month, a secret investigation by our detectives and a hard look by scientists on the genetic code of Aliens, revealed a very strange case! the genetic code was a bit change. Aliens never did mistakes, but somehow the change in genetic code occured and a very destructive protein ‘ Killanine’ started to form in the creatures. Aliens arrive every year in the eleventh month. We are building some weapons to protect ourself and scientists are trying to create safety techniques and if possible, to avoid the fight. ” 

I whispered ” Okay, so that is why the monk said I had to bring love and peace. ”

We reached at Bloom’s place. Day by day, he became a good friend, Bestowed me every thing that a human basically wanted. He gave me a room to live, he made delicious food and at times, we used to hangout. Once he requested me to go to the ‘Cylien Club’… I was not in a habit of going to clubs but he was tenacious about the idea and so I had to agree with him. I entered in and saw some aliens too dancing with the cyborgs. Bloom told that they were some of the aliens that shifted to their land during the war time… Soon he went to dance with his girlfriend – ‘Neuri’ and I sat back on the chair like a ‘Beginner’.As I was exploring the club, My eyes met with someone and oh!… who is she! She was coming closer, she was an alien and sat beside me, to the next chair. She looked descent with the tender touch of innocence flowing in her eyes. I never had a drink, but if I would ever take one, It would be like her eyes! And breaking the bubble she asked smiling,
” Who are you ”
” I am a human from another planet “, I answered
“I am Maliza  she said, we had a Hello! 
I was somewhat the ‘Shy guy’ here…

So she inquired again – “Would you have some wine?”
“Your eyes are none less” I said!

” Oh my God! What was that, how did that brim out of my mouth! ” I questioned myself inside.
Hearing me, she laughed and I don’t know what was about her!! but she attracted me to the simplicity she carried with her feet and the beauty she radiated just with a single smile!

She was humble, and my feeling for her was pure… My hobby was to write, and this poetic incident imparted a color of love to my life and writings… 🙂 We met twice or thrice in 2 weeks. We had some similar interests and she loved to go to ‘Search’. As we reached there, I saw that this was the same building on the footsteps of which, I came to this world. I was really happy to see this 🙂 She told that Search is the place where cyborgs and aliens worshiped their Gods. It was none less than magic and a beautiful proof of peace, the two races had before the war. The Gods of the two, stayed under the same building and  that cyborgs, even after such bloody fight! did not shatter it down… I wish such cyborgity  humanity existed in my world too. Such open hearted creatures that can neglect this war and keep the love that binds them tall against the walls of hate. I thanked Maliza for bringing my there.

The days were going good. Soon my writings were accepted by a publishing company. This was one of the biggest victories of my life! The indignation I carried in my nerves! when my parents said that I can not be a writer was finally able to find peace. I became a writer soon, and that too a famous one! 🙂 I used to thank bloom with gifts… One night, I asked him…”How can this war be stopped”
He told that we have to some way correct the genetic code. The alien security is Diamond tight! We can only break it when thousands of them will come on Plazer for the war. Only a month is left. They will come and destroy everything again, their hands would be reeking with the cyborg blood again, hells will rise! I stopped him… I stopped him from falling into this ‘Destruction Black hole’  I tried to get him to the light..that love is immense powerful and it will win!

On the bright side, my writings on peace and love started to publish. People came for autographs and then I realized that for a writer, 3 magical words are not only “I love you” But they are “You inspired me” too. 🙂 
I asked the cyborg scientists if the rules of Plazer are same on alien planet too. An alien also worked in their team, he told that the rules are exactly the same… I had a plan in mind, I knew that the aliens had more modern stuff for fighting. So, a very simple plan, that can work in an extraordinary way!

And finally came,

The Day Of War…

I remembered my parents, my home, Why I came here, The journey of my 11 months, The monk,That white serenity,  and of course – Maliza…
And I arrived the science headquarters to go. We decided to take bloom too.

 Soon, we reached their planet.

We took all the weapons according to the plans. We wore alien skin and faces to secure our identity. We were standing far away behind trees watching the scenario with our modified binoculars…  As scientists told me on Plazer that their security will be four sided and its calling out death if we as such entered in the security headquarters. We decided to take some vehicles, load them with our weapons and million of stones. We rushed the vehicles with mannequins sitting and written on them ” The Cyborg Weapons” to the gate of the security headquarters. As the vehicles burst against the gate, Aliens came out to see what has happened! Seeing the vehicles, they called the bomb squad to check, if the mannequin was not stuffed with bombs! But that was not our plan 😉
I knew aliens are intelligent enough. Only thing that can affect the modernity is the feeling that they have become GODS! Picking up our weapons, and seeing the stones… They laughed upon them! And the guns started to shoot the aliens by themselves! Weapons were loaded with nitroglycerin and TNTs  and and you probably know why! Guns are to shoot! not to laugh at 😀 But then the most strange thing happened that I could never imagine! The stones too hit the Aliens. I was like What! I thought that they will be childish,, like they laughed at the guns, they’ll laugh at the stones too. But no! this was different. I asked my fellow scientists about what was happening there… There mouths and eyes were wide open! They told that this was a concept they read in the book “Planet United” that, If a non living thing feels too bad for the other…They will unite to fight. We all saw a Concept becoming true for the first time! These worlds were magical! I got goosebumps hearing the scientists… 😀

 Much to our surprise! One more thing good for us that we couldn’t visualize, “What will happen if u shoot a stone?” Its a non living! It breaks but do not die! The no. of stones thus increased being in fragments, they kept the security totally busy. We entered from the back gate and scientists disarmed their systems for some time and reloaded the right protein in the genetic code!
Its a truth that some people died. But… Millions were saved!
As we came out, It rained and the droplets spoke the words of love and peace from my writings! :-). This was the most wonderful thing that happened to me in this journey!

We got our masks down. Aliens again loved us like they always did. They thanked us for bringing them back to their real existence. Love and peace was attained.

The first thing I did after reaching Plazer was thanking God. And as I was coming down the stairs, I saw a Plumeria… 🙂
I asked Plumeria if Maliza loved me… And I was really really brimming out again with the feelings of love and tears when It said – Yes! She does love me. I turned around and I saw Maliza was there…smilin, blushing!
I held her in my arms and We kissed.
I said that I love her and that I missed her a lot!
As, I saw down to see something in my pocket and saw up again… There was something behind Maliza… Oh no! Is that a mirror? It looks like me but he doesn’t have Maliza!
Oh crap! It was my Identical…
And again that white serenity, Thanking me… I was not reacting and in a matter of seconds, I was back to the same place from where I left. I had my hand In pocket. And I was full of tears 😦 It was a ring I brought for Maliza from my first salary as a writer… 😦  I tried to talk to the ring… But it didn’t reply!!
I wish I could spend some time more there. I went crying and I came back crying… But the tears had entirely different meaning.The journey was a moral that ended with nostalgia! My parents were anxious as I didn’t come back home from a day. They after sometime, caught me crying in the central park. I hugged them and cried a lot!

I think sometimes… Do the Plazer people miss me as I miss them…
How is Maliza…
I don’t know if I have to gaze at the sky to look them… Or I have to peep down the floor. Hence all I do is close my Eyes, miss Maliza, Bloom and Plazer… 🙂 I thank God! For making an introvert strong enough to survive on a foreign planet with foreign people, different rules and many other things… And most of all, for giving me the strength that I can become a writer! Imiss the world a lot! And for all that he gave… thank God too… 🙂 He gave me the second reason…

Really, I was lost… to be found!

(Alas! A fiction)

-Sankalp.

Time :-0 :-P :-( :-)

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Dear time,
You have been the mystery of all time for all of us. You pass in trice of a second! like Usain bolt in the moments of romance and fun; and in the moments of sorrow and lifelessness, I see you crawling like a snail in summer on a rocky rough surface!
You know what! Whenever I go to my loved ones, I spend you a lot!

You are a bit introvert too 😛 . So many universities, hard working teams of scientists have been trying to reveal about you, travel with you…  ( You have more IQ, I know you already know about time travel! 😀 ) but you never tell what lies in the core of you!  Even a Noble prize is in search of those hands that will make ‘Travel with you’ possible. 🙂

You are the one who makes me ponder how flexible life really is… I don’t know if I am a stupid! but tome, You are a rainbow and a leucoplast at the same time… You sometimes erase, some times embrace, continue to amaze, in every phase.

You never die, But you always pass and that’s the beauty of you!
At last, I would just say that you are a ‘Pristine Paradox’

Living with you all the time life,
Still unmarried, 😛
Sankalp.

( I just turned to the page no. 29 of a diary lying close to me, The first word I saw was ‘ Time ‘, So, I wrote to it a letter. As time is ours, Views too must not be mine only…:-) Your views, comments are welcomed with an open heart)
Thankyou!
Have a great day 🙂

I was lost to be found (part -2)

Recap (part – 1)

https://pristineshadow.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/i-was-lost-to-be-found-part-1/

Part -2 

The first thought that started to tramp around my mind was “Home’ I wanna Go back Home”. But I controlled myself that this strategy, The strategy of **’Crying alone in an unknown sphere’** is not gonna get me out of here.
This world was freaking me out! and this was not the only trouble. My introvert nature never allowed me to talk much in my own world, and here… all I could see was strange creatures, and I was figuring a way to somehow manage to talk to them, know where I am, How… and if someone knows possibly… why!!!

Alas! It wasn’t at all easy for me and so I decided to just move, see the buildings, read the signs and watch the vehicles in a hope that would learn to adapt. The faces were curious, they all were slim and they wore jeans, shorts and shirts like the fashion in our world. Even this small observation that was similar to my world lead to thank God! As my eyes were rolling down from face to legs, I noticed a very unusual thing! this was something everyone would be afraid of! The legs did not match the hands. This was completely uncertain. Suddenly, I heard a loud peep and a streamlined figure was giving a horn…it was reaching rapidly towards me, I hence, jumped on the footpath. the driver said ” Don’t stand in the middle of the road!” And this was a good sign 🙂 I came to know that countrymen know some English! :-D. The vehicles were streamlined , so much that they could pierce a pin! The planet was so clean that even a microscope had to investigate to find dust or a mark.

As I rambled further, I heard the voice of footsteps, it was increasing… I turned behind, and saw someone running behind me. He too had those different legs… I ran shrieking across the streets, the creatures were watching me with total black gigantic eyes! I had a good stamina and speed but I realized soon that they were faster! He jumped at me. With a thud, I fell on ground. Oh my god! In me, Adrenaline was rushing, I was radiating heat and he! He didn’t even get his nerves pinched! Just the normal fresh breath. I was trembling! He lend a hand and pulled me up. He asked if I am alright… I didn’t reply. As I just thought to run again, He held my hand and told me that he is a friend and will not hurt. I stopped and brushed off my clothes. Oops! I laughed at myself! I forgot There is no dust on this planet! I was missing earth! Its dirt, Its dust and probably everything… Interrupting my connection from this deep nostalgia he asked, ” Are you ready to go ? ”
Me ” Where”
He said ” I am ordered to to take you to to the monk.
I had no plan or idea and I was tired, I agreed with him.
He took me on his back! and ran like we run when a dog is following us at his rocket speed!
I sat back tight till we reached. I saw the building, he drove me at. It was built with decency! So simple and beautiful. It was my born trait! I think a lot!! In seconds, we both entered and I saw a monk meditating, He was a bit human in the sense that his arms matched with his feet. It was good too see a physical human! It gave me some strength to stay.
He opened his eyes and said –
” Welcome son. This is the ‘World of Cyborgs’ 
I was stunned! I read about them in my world. They were not reality but thought to be in the future.
The monk continued ” Most of the people you see around are too cyborg. They will not hurt you. Moreover, They want peace;
Bloom, give him the script” He gazed at me again with the sense of simplicity seeping through his eyes and said with a touch of grace – ” Son, You have to do this, and I believe U can! “ He smiled and stood up.
I didn’t know how to react. world stopped for me, but the words he said somehow inspired…
As I rose again with questions and went out to ask him something, he was not there. He had left.
I asked bloom if I could meet the monk again…He said that No one on this planet knows where the monks live. It was his good luck! that he could meet one.
I opened the script.
Big highlighted words spoke themselves…

*THE RULES OF PLAZER FOR FOREIGN MEMBERS*

  1. Everything in this world, might not move, but can speak. The things will only react when they would be used in a manner they are not made to… like, a stone is to make buildings and jewelery, not to be thrown at some one. If one will do this, the stone would instead hit himself!
  2. Plumeria, which is believed to be poisnous flower on many planets, is the sweetest flower of plazer, It never lies.

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3. You are here for love and peace.

    4. As you are from another planet, you will only leave this planet and get back to your world, if you saw your Identical…

   5.  It doesn’t matter, to which planet do you belong. When you will get back, you will only be One day ahead…

These were the rules written on the script, they were less in number, but much more in meaning.
At least I came to know that one of my two purposes was to bring peace and love on this planet.
I also found a way to get back to my planet.

But the script left me with more questions…
What is the complication ? for that I had to bring peace…
Will every rule come into play?
Why do I matter so much to this world?
How soon will I see my home!! 😦 I miss it a lot.

Read in in Final Part – (3)

To be continued…

I am just a leaf…

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Dancing in the breeze,
Stuck to a tree,
Hello I am a leaf,
I am making the food, hence, in a hurry!

And there I see
A couple holding hands…
I have a magical ability to read the souls
And here the story expands!

But Oh! They seem to be upset…
One of the forlorn souls I have ever seen!
I peep into the soul and see a brown life!
That used to be once – so well and green…

Interrupts my attention,
A needle knitting with so grace,
A beautiful red sweater,
In arms of a wrinkled face…

With a stoop in her back,
And a stick lying beside,
Silver hair covering the head,
I see how to humans – the old age arrive

So rigorous and vigorously,
She knits the sweater
Wishing to gift her granddaughter a present,
To the completion, she get better and better

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Draws me to them, the same couple that started to cuddle! 😦
The red sweater reminded them of their daughter,
Who was grabbed by cancer and her life became a puzzle…

And soon the love of their life,
Their daughter expired the last week,
And hugging, they wiped out each other’s tears,
And both thought that they don’t have to make each other weak…

The pain in those restless eyes…
Has made me too sob today!

But this is life, It makes me cry
When the same breeze I dance in, in the form of storm,
take the precious lives!!!
And my fellows die…

I wish they could see that I too am crying with them…
I wish they could see that I feel the same,

But they will not see my tears…
All they can see is some dew!
And that too observe some interested eyes…
Because I matter only to a few!!!

They can’t notice the same agony in me,
And so I say in grief…
I am just a leaf,
I am just a leaf…

( written as extempore)
-Sanky.

Inspiration knock at CCD

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Its us who write stories,

But more often, I have seen stories writing us!

Some incidents pour life in you. This is one of those pieces…

A few days ago, I went to have a cup of coffee! at CCD (Cafe Coffee Day). I entered and rushed to the one red chair ‘n’ table, which just got evacuated by a smiling couple. I had no one in the chair at my table. The room was filled but I was having no one except the coffee. It was good, environment was fine, the waiter was serving well. Everybody seemed to have a charming glow. But my life, I never wanted to be that neutral and wow! I think that day…life heard me!

After sometime, When i was just about to go home and manage the papers, A shoulder in the way, collided with mine. I whispered “Sorry”. But he didn’t, He instead say “hey” . I turned around and saw a complete stranger…turning my fading face to a bit smiling, I said “Hello”.

He visualized something, taking his hand near his face and then, pointing at me with a surety – ” I have seen you and now I remember when…”
I asked, “have we met”
He requested to have one cup of coffee with me, I told him that I already had one, But he persisted and I had a positive reaction. He started to tell me a story about his goals and achievements., I mean they were good but the scene made no sense!!
You went to a coffee shop simply to have a cup of coffee and suddenly you are hearing achievements from a face, that claimed to have seen you and you know nothing about!

He told – “I wanted to be a football player always! but my dream was too big, in accordance with the family income and reach… At age of 11, I was playing the district level football match, I scored 5 goals in the semi-final and with the 17 goals in the tournament, I, as captain carried my team to the finale! ” Now some interest started to build up in me, I thought, leaving the boring mood swings that there must be a motive, this person is telling me about his life. As he was radiating words, The imagination was designing a scene in back of my head.
He continued – ” In the final, I got a serious injury when a player from opposite team struck me on the leg rather than football! I was asked to sit out in the finale!, It was assured to me that my leg is broken! But overcoming the fear and making up my mind again, I came back to play. Crowd understood my enthusiasm for this game…They cheered for me.

As I came back, the score was equal –  2-2
My fellows did a good job in the ground. But with me, It was terrible, I wasn’t able to sprint with the same speed, running became more difficult but I wanted to play, I needed to win. I knew that I might not get such chance in years again! In the dying seconds of the game, I received a pass, I wasn’t able to move,But I pushed myself forward, at expense of one foot, I dived and smashed a header, As my chin crushed against the ground, I saw the goalie missing the ball and that was the moment , when I realized that I have ceased the chance, we have won! My friends picked me up! And a person came from the stands, came down and tapped my back! I didn’t know who he was, Until in the speech he spoke that he was the national level coach in the field of football…

I was stunned! Saying that he has seen many players in the state and district level who lack that Giving Yourself for the game’ passion, he called me to the stage, and said that I had the thing that he was searching for. He offered me a chance to play in nationals…

I mean what would you say if your dreams ask you to turn into reality…”
I kept my coffee cup aside and said – “Of course Yes!”
And the same he did…he accepted that challenge years ago, He won the national 3 times and now he was about to play Olympics in June! A current in me lighted up! I congratulated him on his attainment…
Soon, coming back to the topic, Breaking into humor, I asked – ” Where was I in your story”
He pulled his chair and sat beside me. Keeping one hand on my shoulder he told with a smile “Brother, when I was about to join that tournament, I had no shoes, My mother pulling my ear was taking me back to home, And you came and gave me your new shoes! and inspired me not to lose so quick! I mean who does that!”

I remembered that incident… I murmured ” Oh My God! It was you!???” He laughed and said yes it indeed was.

We giggled and shared other memories, had a cup of ‘Cold’ coffee, because his story didn’t gave me any chance to bother about the temperature of coffee! 🙂 He insisted to see his game and wrote me the time for it on the napkin. I said “Yes for sure!”

He thanked again. We hugged and I was on my way… thinking, how magically! good deeds come back!
I got motivated by this village boy who climbed up to Olympics! This would not have been an easy job. His manoeuvre and hard work would have reached the limits! to do this. I was inspired by this young guy,

‘I was inspired because once,
I inspired someone’

( Fiction)
-Sanky!

The levels of life…

I see two ways, people live a life.

1. Being contended.

Just keep your happiness, sorrows and other feelings under your pillow! just keep them to yourself…sounds boring?

Well, there are people who live this same way, but they enjoy it! (And you don’t have to choose a life people advise you, or want you to live… its your life! If you say yes to others, make sure you don’t say no to yourself!) 

These people are too quite! you know…kind of ‘Black holes’. They might carry a universe within… and believe me, you will never know anything! Sometimes, their character is a mystery, something to be discovered…

They would stay balanced whole the time. They will control their tears in the ‘ grey times ‘  and in the good times of life, you will find that their celebration lies in being calm…

They try to stay away from the people who openly share there privacy too. In simple words I say ‘Extroverts’
But this is also a truth that sometimes, criticizing the lifestyle of extroverts, keep on turning their simplicity into narrow mindedness, this is the slipshod side of this character.

But again, the best side of this living state is that when they are given a close look or observed to depth, some of them are ‘ Silent genius!’ They will stagger your senses, when they will present their colours.

On the other side,

I am talking about
2. ‘Extreme people’.

They would love extremely, hate extremely, you will find their tears making water bodies! and in good times, they would laugh and spend like they are the richest person alive! Their nerves are stuffed with ‘ euphoria ‘.
They live on the theory that they have got one life to do everything. 
Each day they live, they think of it as last! 


I divide this state of living to three classes.

Class 1 – ‘Low level of extremists’

They would stir their nervousness to excitement.
Their little level of fun and madness would allure you.
The times you will feel terrible about a condition, they will enjoy it!
These are great at managing life conditions.

Class 2 – ‘Balanced level of extremists’

They are just more of low level of extremists. They are always found wishing for some more and nothing but some more!
They will amaze you with the way they handle the opportunities you keep in front of them. I mean, if they will even propose you, They will show like they fell from a roof, and when you would reach to see down…you will find them floating in air! asking you to be their life! They are the ones who i think, make best with introverts. They will open them, if given a chance.

Class 3 – ‘Extreme level of extremists’

This is the black side of extreme. I mean okay, you want to live but you don’t have to be a ‘Psycho’. This is the class of psychos. These are the people who often are found in rape cases and crimes etc. But I think –

If the sides can hear their caliber,
Both can produce ultrasounds!

I am a contended person who sometimes love to touch the line of infinity in the life of limits… 🙂

Basically, I am – Contended + Balanced extremist + Some unique that lies just in being me

So, what lifestyle do you have?

I would love to know and understand.

Give words to it…

Thank you… 🙂

Meeting a slum! – The day of inspiration.

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Its not a matter of decade! years… months… or a day.
It just take minutes for once, a light twist of life, a point mutation in you! and bamn!
Change of a lifetime!! 

It has always been a habit of mine, to interview people. I talk to people, I am sad in their sorrows, I smile in their happiness. And all that i gather doing this thing part time job, I write to the love of my pen… the paper 🙂

I would love to give this story some words. Today I am going to tell you a story, which will remain in me till I live. This is inspiration friends! When an ant want to climb the wall again after trying and falling, when a tree is adamant to live against the storms…

Let’s get started!

I love to play Almost all the sports. But if you ask me in particular, I would say – Lawn tennis and cricket!
So, some days ago, i reached to a stadium to play. While I bowled my over, I saw a spectacular fielder… who didn’t let the ball go. I mean, his hands were web!

Then, the slum, bowled a great over. Watching his ability to terrify batsman with bouncers and unexpected pace variation, I soon went to some players I knew, and i asked, fingering to that person…”who is he”

The players told that he is Mangal, a slum who lives nearby. I went to him to pass him heaps of compliment, to bestow us a win that was once hopeless!

  1. Physically, (even in the match I noticed, and now)
    He didn’t seem to be even someone you would qualify into middle class people by economy. He was wearing shorts, that had the threads lingering out and a shirt that was torn.
  2. When i talked to him, I came to know that his father is jobless! and all he did was drinking… from the money, his mother earns. She was a servant. All in all, The home was not in a homeostasis… 
  3. He was quite emotional! While he told his life story, I was also submerged. He had a bottle in his hand, and as he came on the topic – how his mother cries while cooking food… A water drop fell on the bottle. I pulled my head up and saw him in tears. I gripped his shoulder and told him not to cry.
  4. But soon I saw, that he just wanted to get this pain out. He wiped his tears, And he came to his plans.
    He told that he want to become a bank manager. He said that he will never drink or smoke like his fellow friends do. He simply said that he want to see his mother happy. I smiled and tapped his shoulder, and i said with proud in mouth twisting my tongue ” May you”.
  5. He was a friend! As the sun came down, he stopped and as I was just about to leave. He asked for my name, I smiled again, and said “Sankalp”. I again got back and hugged him. We became friends that single day.

I think we have every comfort, to live, to write, to enjoy and have a life! And there! I see a slum who don’t have wings but he want to fly! 
He wants to fight, like that tree against the wall…He wants to climb again to the wall like that ant!
I saw his pain, his life, and he want his status to rise. Such richness at hear! He wants to see his mother happy. These people are hard to find. I am hungry! for such experiences… We all want to be struck hard to get back on path! And all that, I found in the eyes of a slum!
This is inspiration, He spoke what I was craving for. He made me learn, that We don’t have to die poor even if we are born!

May he achieve whatever he wants in life. He was a man of values… A man who deserve to be honored… 🙂