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Tears...

(This is my first crack at short-story writing. So, please bear with me. :) )

Dr. Shirley Rose was very happy today. She was finally marrying the man she had grown up and in love with. Looking at the mirror, she was lost in her thoughts, while her mother was pinning her pearl-white dress, removing all creases. She remembered the first time she met him in the class. The ocean-blue eyes, the roughed-up hair. From that time till now, a lot had changed. They had spent 14 years together. From friends to lovers, the story was like a fairy-tale.

She was suddenly jerked from her thoughts by Meredith, her Maid-of- Honor, who handed her the phone and told her a colleague had called and said it was important. She said ‘Hello”

Within a span of seconds, the glee on her face had vanished and her eyes widened. The cup of tea slipped from her hands, crashing on the floor, spilling the brown tea on her pristine dress.

She turned and rushed down the gallery, leaving her mother and friends in shock to tried to ask her what had happened.

The church was filled with guests, all decked up and ready for the event.

She could see the flashing blue and red lights from the church windows.

She reached the gate and pulled it open, only to find a hospital van pulling up to the curb.

All of the good memories rushed up to her as she feared the worst. Could this be really happening on her wedding day, the day she was supposed to be the start of her happy days.

Everybody had gathered outside and was thinking the same, hoping to be wrong.

She rushed up to the ambulance gate and with trembling hands turned the knob.

“During the history class of school was the first time I spoke to you. Seeing your face that day and today, I realised how lucky I am. You took away all my fears, sorrow and asked for nothing in return. I just wanted to see that pigtailed girl one more time and ask you once again, Will you take this eraser that you once gave me, marry me and make me the happiest person on this planet?” , said Bill, down on one knee, holding out in his hand, a piece of used eraser, on it written, their initials, SR + BM.

A tear drop rushed down her face as her heart leaped out to scream, “Yes”.

He was wrong.  She was the happiest person on this planet. 

No Country for Passion?

Yesterday, I was standing at the zebra crossing waiting for the light to turn red, so that I could cross and I heard someone behind me say, “My sister had a girl yesterday. She will surely be a doctor. My sister was also a doctor, no!! “

Let’s see where it begins from!! From the time a child is born, his future career is by this time decided and 90% of the time is a Doctor, an Engineer or maybe an MBA. The poor chap, who has just been in this realm for the least amount of time of his life, doesn't even know or understand the amount of expectations already placed on him and also the fact that he has already been included in the rat-race of this country by none other than the people, who are supposed to understand him.

From Standard 6 or in some places, even earlier, children are given ranks on their academical performance. So what does a person have to do to be in the top 5% of his or her batch? Just be a computer. Essentially, just learn every topic by heart and vomit the same in the exam. Thus, YOU ARE A GOOD STUDENT. Rote learning is now becoming a regular part of children’s curriculum it seems. Is this what we want to teach the younger generations of our country? If you can’t fit into a system, you are not “good enough.”

A very small portion of the parents who actually encourage their children to be whatever they want to, to pursue their passions and to love what you do. People are forced into jobs they don’t like or is way off tangent from their likes and interests. Just Google the phrase “unhappy professionals” and  see for yourself first-hand almost all the professions that I mentioned are dissatisfied with their current job profiles and wish they could do something better with their life.

Another interesting fact, you won’t find any painters, writers, artists or any other field which includes passion as its main component as unhappy. It is not that being a doctor does not include passion. It does. But how many passionate people really make it to the top colleges in our country where medical seats are sold to the highest “donator”?

The creative, enthusiastic side of adolescent minds are trodden upon by this system of learning. Question is how long do we let this continue?

After 67 years of Independence, the youth of this country is finally breaking free from the stereotypes and pursuing their varied interests. Need proof? The emergence of designer boutiques, t-shirt companies, bloggers, professional photographers, mountain climbers, chefs, travel writers, painters, golfers and many more professions in the past few years is signalling to the entire world that the youngest superpower of the world is finally stoking their inner fires.

The thing is hopefully, this generation does repeat this same with their kids. Whatever might their passion be, just let them discover it themselves. 

Outcast

The world sees her as a normal person,

But that is because they do not know,

Normal is not a word anymore, After the things,

through which she had to go.

With a plastered smile,

She walks through these lanes,

Hoping to find a little shade somewhere,

From the wretched hailstorms of pain.

But it is not her fault,

As somebody stabbed her soul,

All that remained was a piece of flesh,

Speechless heart and eyes of coal.

Selfish, is this society which wished to be near her,

When she stood tall,

But left her, alone and wounded on the street,

When she did fall.

Some feel she's a witch, a vixen,

Angry, emotionless and full of fiery rage,

Vengeance is all that she seeks,

Should be locked like an animal,in a cage.

But , just ask her once, what she is looking for,

And she'll tell you that it is something else which she wants,

Just a simple answer to a question,

And happily, she'll deal with the never-ending taunts.

To the satanic human, what she asks is

Why did you do that?

Did you gain anything? Or was I just another feather in your hat?

Dreamers of Tomorrow

We live in a materialistic, greedy, lusty, envious world. A world where the concept of love and brotherhood is fading fast and everything including hearts and souls are valued by their monetary value, instead of their emotional connect. Everyone is in a rat race, in a hurry to get ahead. Betrayal is as common and wide-spread as water; parents force their children into sewers of deep-rooted connections to the filthy system which slowly, but surely decimates all signs of imagination and creativity. The philosophy is that if you are not the best, you are nothing. More shocking is that if you are good, it is not good enough.

Education is still there, but knowledge has vanished and intellect is scarcer. Where is understanding? What have our need for progress done to this world? We are consumed by our own materialistic need, which while filling up our external surrounding, has turned us into empty, worthless, pathetic mortal cocoons. Every day, every time and everywhere Genius is measured by its measure to fit into a system and not by the sheer nature of its audacity.

But there are a few, a minority which dare. They are a rarity and they refuse to change. The world has seen very few of them but once they arrive, the world takes a back seat and is left awe-struck. These people take the responsibility of shaping our world into a better place, into making it habitable for our children, for our successors who will inherit this earth and there is nothing that those policy-makers can do to stop them or to push them back. Sure, you can push them back, but they will just come roaring back. They don’t change the rules, they change the game itself. These are the hearts and souls of the world which yearn to be heard. Revolutions, revolts and evolution is just a day’s work for them. While others see darkness, they see light. They are the thinkers, the change-makers, the rebels, the ones who see world is a different perspective. The world will fear, love, despise, follow, sway with them. The world will change with them and by them.

They are the dreamers. 


As Aerosmith rightly said, dream on. :)

(The Photograph was clicked by Yash Jhawar.)

Curiosity

"Pondering over the universe,

Sitting, he was, under a tree,

An apple fell on his head,

And his mind was never more free."

Over the years, humans have undertaken many a quests. From finding the elements to discovering new lands, they have done it all. There is, literally, no field which was not affected by the pest of curiosity.

Curiosity, no matter how weird or unbelievable in nature, is the most important gift given by the Almighty. It has shaped the Neanderthal from a mindless beast to an intellectual being. Had it not been for Da Gama and his need to find the source of spices, India would have been virtually unknown to the European nations. 

Throughout time, questions such as the one asked by Rosa Parks have made us more civilized and have given shape to the modern society as we know it.

Times have changed and so has the curiosity of the Homo sapiens. From reaching into space, we have moved onto more important matters at hand, which are apparent with world forums like the Global Economic Forum and movements like the Lotus Revolution.

Love it or despise it, curiosity will remain and as long as it’s there, humans will always find answers. So, now I ask you, any question on your mind? 

Too Late

The nights are dying,
The days are no more,
Fate is decided,
Extinction on its core.

The land under,
Cracking to release,
The Hell-hounds shall rise,
Fragile, human existence shall cease.

From the grim skies,
Rain the drops of raging fire,
Midas's burning touch,
Ending greed, lust and desire.

No Savior will come forth,
Prayers won't help,
None to console,
They will scream, shout, shriek, yelp.

Mother would take her wrath,
End the never-ending sins,
They will repent for their crimes,
There will be no scapegoats, no one to pin.