Left Alone

I sat next to Kriti’s bed.She started to wake up.I tried to call the doctor, but she told me not to.

“you were awake” I yelled crying

“Yeah I guess”she finally said

“I wish I could trade places with you.Do you know how much it hurt’s me,to see you like this” 

“Karthik?”

“Hmm! “  Her voice bothered me.I took a deep breath

“I love you” She whispered

“I love you too”

“Tell my parents that I love them and promise you’ll never forget me .Promise me” She started crying.

“What! Stop you can’t leave me”

“I love you Karthik” she cried as she closed her eyes

“No! don’t leave me!” I panicked and yelled louder

Her dad ran in to the room, when he heard the moniter went flat.I ran out of the way as doctors and nurses rushed to Kriti’s side.

My love of life has left me all alone in this world.

A Diary

 

It was lovely morning  . The sounds  of  birds chirping and the commotion from the vehicles passing by, had awakened her. She rose from her bed, stretched and went to the mirror .She saw herself  in the mirror and felt something strange about her face. She then started scribbling in the  diary , which dated 13th Feb 2001. Writing diary is one of her favourite hobby and she does that every day, with out fail.

"It's my 16th birthday" She exclaimed to herself  “Hope I will have a good day ahead” .

She tied her long hair in an utmost fashioned way and excitedly went in to the bathroom . Though it’s her birthday today, She still have to go to school.Infact the thought of  school,has enthralled  her. She is so desperate to see all the presents from her friends. She then had a shower, dressed herself , packed the books back in to the bag . Suddenly the room is filled with delicious aroma of the dishes on the dining table.

“How thoughtful  Mom is, She really loves me a lot”  She exclaimed while she placed her bag on to the next chair

But she hadn’t seen her Mom yet, as well as her dad, her younger brother . “Oh! Dad must have gone to his work.My brother? I bet he is still sleeping.Mom surely went to market to prepare special food for my birthday” And she went on to dining room, to have her breakfast .

Right after finishing her breakfast , She approached her school bag ,which to her surprise is missing . “Oh! Surely I have  kept it here,few minutes before .Maybe someone is playing with me, must be my younger brother.He always makes fun of me” .  she entered in to her brother’s room to ask him about the missing school bag ,but she didn’t find him there. She thought that her brother is hiding somewhere and put some little play on her.She still have half hour to find him,she knew she can’t go to school without the school bag .

She looked around the house, checked every room, but no luck . She looked at her wristwatch “I still got 15 minutes, I have to find my brother, atleast my school bag .The school bus will be here anytime by now” 

She went back to her room and found the diary on the floor. She took hold of it, and placed it back on the table,Where she notices something strange about the diary .The diary looks old,as if it had gone through many years. "I bought this diary a month back.I remember, I saw it looking neat and tidy,earlier this morning” She thought . She opened the diary and dumbfounded by what she saw. The pages were yellowish, like the pages were decade old now 

“This can’t be!” She squalled 

She looks confused coz of what happening around her .Hoping to get some fresh air,she went towards the window and got the sight of newspaper delivery boy. She remembered the delivery boy, he used to bring the broadsheets to her. This isn’t him. He is someother guy.As the delivery boy looked at the window , fears written all over him .He stormed out of that place on his bicycle leaving the newspaper bundle then and there,in no time .He didn’t even looked back and the bundle of newspapers went unnoticed 

She realizes he’s not the one, who used to deliver the newspapes before,but why the sudden rush?

She goes outside, picked the newspapers and decided to get back in to the house.

As she enters in to the house, suddenly the room is filled with queer darkness.She then realized the tall trees sheltered around the house. She never seen these trees before. How could I get out and get in , even without noticing these trees.

She goes off to her bedroom ignoring these mixed thoughts ,still holding the bundle of newspaper.She fell her body on to the bed reading the newspaper.while she was reading the front page, something has strucked her.She was dumbstricken.

She hastily opens her diary ,it was dated feb 13^th 2001 . but why the newspaper has the date feb 13^th 2011 . “Is this a typographical error “?

“This can’t be!” She couldn’t believe her eyes and fell out unconsciousness

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The youngman on the bicycle came home and his grandmother notices him petrified  and horrified . The boy explains to her what he saw , when he passed by along the road, Where the huge bunglow lies.

 “Oh!  So you saw Arushi!”

 “Arushi?”

 “Arushi have been dead for 10 years now .She was murdered on her birthday,the case has not been resolved yet .People say that every year she used to appear around her house ,on her birthday”

 “That’s really frightening, grand ma”

 “No! you shouldn’t be frightened, let’s pray for her soul, to be at peace.

A jouney in the RTC bus

                           I decided to take a bus to college.There are many people waiting for the same bus,middle aged uncles were outnumbered to be precise.It was a rush hour.The bus that has stopped was already full,somehow we managed to get in to the bus.Suddenly i heard some voices from the door,Middle aged uncles started abusing Drver for stopping the bus 10meters away from the busstop.I didn't understand why people get agry for such a silly reasons.Can't a person take a pain of walking mere 10 meters.

                     Someone patted my shoulder murmuring something.I turned back and found a guy,hair uncombed,and the dress as dingy as ever.He looked like a guy who didn't knew what taking bath meant.He is a conductor .I politely showed my bus pass and minded my ownbusiness

                     As the bus was so crowded,I find difficult to hold the handle.The abuses of middle aged uncles became stronger as conductor approched towards them.Now conductor couldn't control himself,replied harshly to them.The Fight started and lasted for full 10 minutes.The abuses fled in all directions.Some took side of uncles,some took side of conductor and some people consoled both the groups.At last frustrated conductor cooled down,and never to mention uncles still frowning,murmuring something

                    After sometime,the silence that was hung in the air broke by the low agitated voices again.Now the problem was,bus is going way too slow,to top of it off,they are claiming that,the bus driver wantedly driving slow.The voices getting stronger again with each passing second.That was the most insane thing i have ever heard,Why would driver drive the bus slow purposely.if he can drive fast? What does he get by doing that?. He has been sitting on a piece of wood covered with cloth for God knows how long.his ass might be killing him.Never to mention the heat that is produced by the engine beside he was bearing.

                    Now the low agitated voices targetted the conductor again,they were angry coz conductor stopped the bus in each and every stop.Now this is really insane,a few moments back they were angry because the driver has stopped the bus 10mts away from the stop,now they were trashing conductor for making all the stops.

                     I just couldn't wait to get off the bus.My stop came,I can still hear the voices,Some were abusing ,some were demanding.The conductor and driver faced the angry agitated group.

                     Besides they have own problems to worry about other than people,the bus engine is old and not working properly,and the gear lever is not at all smooth.The conductor having a hard time to manage change,for every 100 rupee note that was showed up.He then had a piece of paper to fill up after each and every stop,he had to look if everyone had a ticket or bus pass.

                      As i walked after getting from the bus.I couldn't help but think about the conductor and the driver,how can someone take pains every day and still go on with their work,saying nothing.What could they be thinking? Do they spend every minute of their cursing.

                      Now i am really sorry for them,From now whenever i take the bus,I will smile at driver,think if is the first smile he had seen in months or years

A balloon

         
             It was evening ,Sampath laid down in the veranda, staring blankly at the blue sky . He was lost in thoughts. The thoughts about his life. The journey of his life in never been a rollacoasta ride. He is a sophomore, with very low grades.And at the moment his brain is malfunctioning coz of the never ending project , that he has to report by tomorrow evening .He has end semister exams in store , in the next week.He haven't ate anything from the morning, thanks to his so called project

               This is him-during day time, He is a student. During   evenings he is an employee,He works to make his living, to buy his academic books, to fund his college fees. He often envy those students, who can afford an elegant lifestyle,without even worrying about the funds for their college fees, food, parties. That's the clout,they enjoy being born for the rich parents .

               Every thing around him was so depressed , weak frail body , low grades. He is done with his life, he couldn't able to resume his journey.At the moment, he gave up. It's impossible to keep shooting the star , waiting for the miracle to happen. He has no courage and strength left with in him, to pursue his dreams. He is now prepared to waive a banner and go home as a looser.

               He stood up and wanted to go back to his room, to pack all his things, then he saw the balloon ,which is flying high as if it  has no worries to think about. The ballon was in blue colour, and it was ascending slowly to reach the topmost part of the sky. He thought it will keep on gliding , without any interruptions. ofcourse there wont be any obstacles, who can stop a blue ballon,which is at 500 meters above the earth.

                Nevertheless, when it was on it's way up, a strong wind blocked it's path, and the ballon tossed to and fro. The wind suddenly seemed vulnerable , and the ballon might pop out at anytime. He is watching all the drama intently, "I am sure,that  the ballon will protrude in just a few minutes" he said to himself . But surprisingly, the blue ballon keeps on rising ,though it is soaring along with the wind.

              A five minutes later , a small drizzle has started and in a few moments it turned in to rain drops.Sampath saw the balloon again,which is fortunately rising towards the sky ,he thought "'This time, I'm very sure, you will be put to death. With the heavy rain, you little balloon will be put toruin'. It is obvious  that the balloon will pop out  anytime because of the  rain, a conclusion that is universally accepted and ofcourse proved". 

        

              But surprising him, the balloon remained stand still , but it no longer keeps soaring. After some time, when the sun shed it's light entirety, the rain is no more. The balloon resumed it's jouney to the way up .

            He was amazed by the balloon's jouney, how it went on fighting it's challenges in the midway, and survived reaching  the top part of the sky. With the split of a second, he correlated his life with the balloon . "I am the balloon who tries the best to reach it's goal. I thought going through my dream is  quite easy...with out interruptions at all . Nevertheless , on my way up  I have to face challenges , some are minor just like the wind .., and some are major like the drizzle which turned in to rain drops . All I have to do is go slowly and steadily and keep on chasing the goal"

          He thought "At the moment, I am facing the major problems of my life, work pressures, low grades, never ending projects.weak body. Do i have to give up? or chase my dream fighting all the challenges and surviving. The former is the easy way to do , the later one which is exhausting , but the best possible way to do. What shall I do then? Like the balloon, maybe I can stop and contemplate - contemplating on my vision, my inspiration together with the effort which I have already poured . Yes now I m gonna fight and I will pursue my dreams" . And he gave up the idea of  "give up" and started chasing the moon .

                         IT WAS TWO YEARS BEFORE

      Now Sampath is one of the successful and inspiring student of his college . He is now placed in top  companies like Infoysis and Cognizant , with lucrative offers .This has all happened because of his hard work and determination and ofcourse the blue balloon that has changed everything.

Fly
Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
~Langston Huges~

Boys are boys.. eh?

:)"