February 28, 2006
27kb of a geek’s day
As the train screeched its brakes drawing to a halt, I had sudden inkling that I might bump into her. I could only notice her exceptionally short hair and that bright pink top, it was so crowded still I managed to get off without my tie strangling me in that hustle bustle. I glanced back to the crammed full compartment and let out a cold sigh. Just as I turned I found myself staring into the most beautiful eyes have ever seen. There was a certain hitch in those brown eyes, and before I could react, she turned away the shorthaired imp. Those 5 seconds I had stopped breathing, while watching her stride towards the exit a déjà vu overcame me. Twenty seconds back I had a feeling I might bump into her, maybe it was a desire in me to know this girl, to have some kind of contact with her. Moreover, when I least expected she was there in front of me, and all I could do was letch!
Well, an exhausted techie manages to look like a zombie by the end of an arduous night shift. A pretty thing like her sure stifles the usually chirpy self. There was this devilish charm in her eyes, the way she carried herself, sharp, crisp not giving a damn to anyone at all. My eyes followed her, waiting for her to turn around which she never did.
Back home while unlocking my room I was thinking about her, back to reality of the lonely life. There sits my first love my a 64 bit dual core Amd Athlon 4800+ with 2 Gigs of RAM and ATI Raedon X800 XT platinum edition… oh momma and a 240 Gigs of SATA II raid hard on top of that. This babe is the only one who sticks by me, loves me and I worship her! And she isn’t like any other jealous female trust me; she plays cupid and well still we are together.
A crashing sound outside and I wondered what happened in this dead colony. Just out of curiosity peeked through the window. There she was my ex; all dressed up with her jing bang and no wonder the crash! She did it again managed to smash her car, no, I wouldn’t go help her out. It is so amazing how you find yourself at weird juncture in life, when one person who made all the difference in making you human again, goes ahead smashes that delicate microchip called heart. I really find it amazing, wondrous because at the end of it we are living in this virtual reality where the cables find their connectivity but then all of a sudden the port malfunctions and all connection is lost!
She the one on the road once conquered this 2-room apartment, had her favorite purple curtains her most loved bedspread on my bed. She had brought life to this house and now its plain grey. Am I getting old? My eyes don’t look at women the way they used to. Back in IIT days our tongue swaggered at the sight of a female, our drought-ridden campus had non-males no chicks; no babes we dint even knew those species existed! Then came our training period where losers like me got a chance to ogle at firang items. Still out of reach we came back home only to be placed in a 24×7 capsuled environment.
A force, a tunnel of mystique, controls our lives now. So many times, have I wondered if this illusion has something more to it? I type in a few words and meet my next online date, is she true? Is she a she?! I would never know unless I tapped her on the shoulder I gaze at what I have been looking for. Here I am talking about a world of numbers, matrixes and languages unknown to the commoners. Quite sardonically, just outside my heart breaker is shouting at someone…
Mansi Raj Singh
February 27, 2006
Distorted me, distorted dreams and the falling within…
She was standing there all alone, in the darkness. Where exactly she didn’t know. She wasn’t sure if it was the morning that awaited her or it was going to be one long night. She could hear some sort of a faint sound somewhere in the distance. Maybe it was the bird’s maybe it was the crickets.
She was feeling cold now. She couldn’t recall what month of the year it was. Maybe it wasn’t cold at all. But there was definitely an inherent chill in the air, maybe it was this that was affecting her spine.
She could see two roads now, she was sure they lead to the same place, a place where she didn’t wanted to go, she didn’t know which one to take. She opened her eyes, she remembered she saw herself falling, a free fall from a tall building or was it a stadium, maybe she didn’t even see where she was falling from. She was running behind a bus a while ago, no it was a train or was it? Maybe she was in one. Was it a dream, a deja-vu or some kind of a past memory she tried to suppress?
Do you every feel like this girl. Do you ever get abstract dreams? This story has an interpretation. Maybe if you come to the site again same time next week you will understand the significance of the story. Maybe not.
Oh I forgot, she saw a light as well… She could not figure out how far it was…just a faint blink and she held on it before being black again.
Ridhima Thakral
Looking beneath and beyond
Rain Drops made a vision on the windshield I saw a new image through these tiny dots…
Like all good things, all moments are short-lived. It is like that crocus of a matchstick, which burns in a flame only to leave ashes. So it’s all about that one spark, living that one moment which lives in memory for years. That one moment which may have lasted practically for few seconds or minutes but emotionally that entire period and those special times.
One needs to be highly spiritually enlightened or extremely happy go lucky to “live each moment”. As even though we hear of it time and again it’s usually not made possible. Still, there are certain moments or atleast that one moment, however short it may be which gives you reason to be nostalgic for that very while.
“Those were the days my friend , we’d thought they’ll never end ,for we would dance forever and a day, we’d live a life we choose , we’d fight and never loose coz we were young and sure to have our way.”
Moments are precious and living them all over again is blissful. They provide sensation to one’s memories and bring them afresh….
Its like to feel that if someone comes into your life and for some reason could not stay for long. There were just a handful moments that you could spent together, but atleast your paths crossed and somehow you were happy even for a while.
Life is to live, and moments are for enliving…..
Aruna Kejriwal
February 20, 2006
The cosmic connection
Life is very mystical in nature, the more you avoid it, the more it attracts you or it might happen the other way round. Sometimes you just feel like running away from everything without knowing what might be coming for you on the way. It seems like a journey in search of something, for me… it is a journey in search of myself.
Somehow, I believe everyone on this planet has been assigned a role, a part to play during his visit on this planet. I am just trying to figure out what role I am playing in this play.
One thing leads to another, it’s accurately said that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Energy can never be destroyed; it infinitely revolves around the space and time. The philosophies of religion and science are blended so well in that context. Nobody knows the origin of this mass energy and this is where the philosophy of religion defeats the belief of science. Every religious belief can be proved scientific except this one… and we term it as the mystical omnipresent God.
The search continues for everyone until they reach their final destination, and throughout this journey we come across people, situations, tears, laughter, illusions, and realities which are just a cause for some other action. One thing leads to another; one person leads to another… it seems like a very well planned course of actions with expected reactions. And if some miraculous occurrence takes place we term it as coincidence. Even coincidences have a message or some lesson to learn. I try picking up a lesson from everything that happens to me. It is like whatever happens was always destined to happen.
AltF
February 19, 2006
Wait for time, look for luck
One is lucky not before time and not more than fate.
There is a time for everything, a time for everybody; a time that does not wait, a time that does not stop. Times which sways you like the tide or rocks you like the castle house made in sand or like the tide which leaves impressions of salt when it recedes. Time hurts, time heals, time creates and time destroys. All willing or unwilling have to move with time alone but time moves with none.
And fate: it’s your destiny, it’s your luck which devoid situations is beyond your control. People often talk about changing their destinies and fighting their fate but has anyone ever imagined that that change, that determination for change, that rekindling of spirit is also written and predestined.
Was not this world predestined to exist which could not keep Eve away from the forbidden fruit.
However, this does not mean that we give away our efforts leaving everything on destiny as one never knows when, where and how a change may be gifted to us by luck!
There have been many moments in everyone’s lives wherein one feels dissatisfied, cheated and remorseful. There is no greater healer than time in this world, with time one realizes that maybe those grades in school that made you a failure, that friend who took you for a ride or that your efforts were rewarded to another have faded out . The wounds heal slowly and with time loose their mark though in many cases not completely.
Getting back to what I said, one gets lucky when one’s right time comes and only as much lucky as much one is destined to.
Some people get fame, luxury, friends and happiness in their early years of childhood. Some in school years , some after marriage , some after their kids and still others in their old age .everyone is blessed , some are more some little less. But everyone is not blessed equally , some maybe blessed in looks , some in brains, some in wealth , some in relations , some in resources, some in character etc. It’s difficult but all one can do is to find peace within oneself and believe in oneself
If you want to frown you’ll find any reason , but if you want to smile, try to find one… .
Aruna Kejriwal
Morning Dew 