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I can, but i won’t.

Thinking about it, there are many small things in life, which you can do , but you don’t.Just because your mind has been accustomed that way. Take time out of your life, re-evaluate things,search for things you can do, you want to do and do them.

i can


There is a wall behind my head,

there’s a mirror before,

It all depends on what I choose to see.

The bricks give me purpose,

to decipher the sky beyond

The mirror lets me be

mad in my reflected emotions.


They say it’s not a matter of my choice

The bricks would define the redness in my eyes,

either way I look.


So, I stop looking

and prove them wrong

Inside my head,the bricks pave way

for me to enter a happy song

The mirror dissolves and takes me to the other side,

beyond,the walls, where there is a way

that I haven’t yet tried

brick wall





The lights of the signal that Day On The First Monsoon Of The Season,took him to the roads of his past.

Rajan had bunked school for the very first time and Appaa had caught him.His Father’s Red face,showed anger on him .Rajan’s fumbling explanations slowed down with his increasing voice,But then from back the green dupatta of his mother which protected him and she firmly said” Yennah nigal um,chumah koch re(why are you scolding him unnecessarily),ni podah,naan ireke naan(you go, am there na)”

Father replied irritatingly “You have spoiled him,Your Son is not in our hands anymore”

A typical Indian  brahman family was Rajan’s family.A strict father pushing his son towards studying and a over-protective mother, always pampering his son.

*Honk Honk Honk*

The signal was green and people behind Rajan’s rickshaw broke his journey of thoughts,He pulled the handle,and again started measuring the roads.

But Some how unlike the other days,he was not lost in his work today,

 and then Once again past knocked the door of his soul.He started thinking again how draught had effected his village and how it ate up his family and made me him an orphan forever.

Rajan was brought to Lalgang by his uncle and was given the job of an auto driver by him,now all he wanted was to own his taxi before he turns thirty,that means he had only three years left now!!!!!!!!!

Evening was pleasent that day,the first shower had taken away the heat,leaving peace all over.

Sitting at chachi’s chai shop that day Munna(his room mate),shouted and said “Bhau ye dekh,kiti sundar hai,full item boss”pointing towards an add in the newspaper,that photo showed an innocent girl with a pretty smile and books in her hand ,wearing a salwar kameez,guess she was advertising some coaching institution.

After that two talks and sip of hot tea,Rajan headed for his work again

While passing from shantaram college he heard a shrilled voice calling,”Bhaiyaaaaaaaaaaa”.

He stopped ,waited for his passenger to arrive and For A moment he went blank,numb..

His Mind shouted”ooo teriiii wahiiiii”

Suddenly She tapped his back and said-” Shastry Nagar lena”

Peeping through his rear view mirror,he was perplexed that ,”Is the girl sitting in his Rickshaw was the advertisement female,however she seemed to be little dark”

But her face with that little innocence in her eyes matched,that cuteness matched indeed .

“Lekin Munna Toh Bola Tha ki add mei sab Mumbai ki Modler hoti hai”

Whatever..All that Rajan knew that the girl sitting behind her was a celebrity but a distict one.

“.The celebrity who had a butterfly inked in her hand”

Her destination came and Rajan rushed to munna to tell what has just happened.

Meanwhile in this waving off evening ,when the sun was going ,leaving darkness behind,Yashwant enclave’s house no.2,Shastry nagar , opened.

Mahika entered her home.

A place where she was herself,A new world which she had made for herself.

She was sixteen,when one of her relatives had offered her an advertisment and just for sake she had done it.Luckily that ad became a hit and then Ad after Ads came her way,her parents denied but then she choose her way and decided to leave her home.She was offered ramp shows,short-films and what not.Mahika was a star and money was showered on her , easy EMIs helped her fulfill every big dream of hers and there was no looking back.

Now She Had it All..Mahika had It all!!!


“Everything That Rises,falls one Day”

Her time was gone,she fell and fell with her was her stardom.All she was left with was heavy debts to pay and she couldn’t find a way out.The burden of paying installments increased day by day and then Mahika gathered all the courage she had and  decided to loose herself,surrender herself to this cruel world.Without caring that whether it was right or wrong,she stepped in the cluster of weeds.

 Mahika was Now Miss Rosy.

The girl who every night gave relief and satisfaction to many rich men out there.She was the Girl whose soul was slaughtered everyday.

Somehow after two years she managed to pay her debts and understood that it was high time that she should move to make her new world.

Sitting in her room that midnight, she stood up packed her bags and walked to create HER NEW WORLD,leaving behind everything,leaving behind Miss Rosy.

“Lalgang” was her new place,the place where she wanted to stay happily.

 Days passed, Rajan and Mahika clashed everyday,she became his regular passenger and he used to say everytime “Madamji ye to mere roz ka rasta hai,islie aap mujhe roz mil jate ho”.And for Mahika he was his regular autowala,who used to pick and drop her from college.

With passing of time they had random talks ,about the city,renowed places of the town and by now Rajan knew she was the new girl in the city.

One Night Mahika got a call at night and after twenty seconds she disconnected the phone by saying wrong number.


Next Morning at 11 a.m Rajan as usual came to pick her up but half an hour passed but” Rajan ki Madamji” did not turn up.Curiously he went up and knocked flat number C-2,Mahika opened the door and said”I am not coming today , I will call when you have to come now”

Two Days went and there was no news of Mahika ,and Rajan was becoming restless with every passing minute now.

*Dil Ko Tumse pyar Hua,pehle Baar hua*-His Phone Rang and displayed MADAMJI.

He Asked Inquisitively “Are You Alright”

She said”Can you Take Me to Some Nice place, place where peace sells”

Rajan said “Do min,mei Aaya”

He was there and took her.She was curious to know where he was taking her and calmely he said” Bas Pohoch gaye”

Auto stopped,she came out and the board  read”The place for kids whose parents is the almighty-Jesus’s Kids”

Rajan had bought some sweets for the kids there,seeing him they came running and asked “What have you brought for us today?”

He said similing-” ‘Heroine’and she has brought things for you today”.

Mahika was shocked by the word “Heroine” yet happy and distributed things to those kids.While Returning ,She asked Rajan “What was that HEROINE thing,He winked and showed her the newspaper cutting and with her eyes down she smiled sheepishly.

They Reached their destination and with a stern look she said.”Clear your bills and payments with me and do not come from tommorow”

Rajan became a blank bullet and asked “Everything is alright na then Why are you doing this”.

She holded herself,wanted to keep quiet but she couldn’t control her grief and said”Everything can never be alright,How much I try,things can never be okay for a Prostitute..Yes Rajan I Am a PROSTITUTE”

Rajan became cold

“I thought I have come a long way and can be happy now but your past does not stop following you.The trustee of my college Mr.Mishra is one of those to whom I had sold myself one night and now he wants me back,I have to go Rajan,May be this is my Destiny”

Rajan said-“Please Madamji,Be strong we will lodge a complaint,we will fight,do not worry”

She said in a defeated voice-“No I think it is of no use, I guess this is my fate”

This made Rajan Angry.and he said” I feel you want to live like this,I think you like this”.saying this he went and saw faded face of Mahika in his rear view mirror..

Going little ahead, he realised What he has just said,he returned.

But there was tall,cunning man standing with Mahika in front of her door,he was none other than Mr.Mishra.

After few minutes he(Mr.Mishra) went inside her house,Rajan waited for the door to open,but sadly it did not.

Rajan went back “broken”.

Same night his door was tapped fiercly which broke his sleep,he immediately opend it, outside were the police constables,who took him with them

The inspector slapped him and  shockingly he asked”Maine kya kia hai sahab”.

 The man with big moustache shouted and said”Do Not Try To Be Oversmart,after dashing Mr.Mishra,Do you think you will escape easily?”

Suddenly then came a strong voice from behind “I want him To be punished,Punished Badly,I want this false case to be potrayed so strongly,that this guy gets a lesson of his time”,Mr.Mishra said firmly.

Mahika came running with the bail and shouted “Stop,Stop All This Right now,For my Mistakes,Why are You punishing him,I love him which is not his fault anyday”

She turned towards Rajan weeping and said-“Yes,I Love You”

“Ohhh The Juliet, Sweetheart you know how it can be stopped,just surrender yourself and he is free”Mishra said laughing.

Rajan regretted what he thought of her””His Love” and said-“Don’t Worry I will be fine but you are not listening to this jerk”

Mishra Said-“Think Again..If You don’t listen ,Your Romeo would be jailed as well as posters osf Miss.Rosy would be there on college walls and then I will see how you don’t  handover yourself.”

Mahika stood Up ,wiped her tears,looked in his eyes and said

” I am Not Giving Up,Go and Do Whatever you want to do,But This Time ,I Am Fighting For My Happiness,My Life”

A Tear rolled down her cheek but it didn’t effect the fire in her eyes this time.

Rajan held her hand and they left.


Priyankaa Lata Iyer


Husain’s diary entry: 4.9.12
How far can we go resenting? Who can define the boundaries for reasonable show of protests?

A while ago, I had a chat with a few friends over a cup of hot coffee whose mesmerizing vapors made one of us look back at one of his experiences with a strict teacher we all knew.

He said ,she, although a wonderful human being went a little too chatty about her students who apparently gave her a little hard time and that annoyed him as she went on gossiping her way to glory.On other days he wouldn’t ind it, but that particular Monday was a bit speedy on his clock as the matter he addressed, deserved immediate attention.

I wondered aloud why he didn’t voice his concern with her. To which my herbal tea- lover friend putting down his glass admonished me with dangers of showing ‘busy’ people of how busy we are. He said it is highly impolite and must at all cost be avoided especially if the person is a higher authority and has autocratic and undemocratic tendencies. I couldn’t understand how fear should dictate how one feels and reacts. They said I never would.

Yes I am a rebel and have no consideration for ‘rules’ that people make. I would like to correct them. I love following rules which are ‘written’ and not otherwise. There must be many blithering idiots like me who wouldn’t like to knuckle under powerful people (PP) and hide their resentment. Folks who wouldn’t betray their emotions for PP to like them.

We have people who defy men who choose to take a stand against Mean and Big yet wouldn’t join them or act like them when opportunity presents itself. Such hero-worship is pointless. And such spinelessness is criminal. I don’t advocate people should go crazy and overtly express themselves through choicest foul words but I believe showing you are uncomfortable when you are, is legitimate. I believe we owe it to ourselves.
But who am I kidding? We have lives to live, places to be and bungalows to erect. Surely such talk can only interfere with all the stuff we have in our minds. We should emulate plastic dolls which forever smile even when torn by evil babies. Pretense, as my wise friend who serves us hot beverages at our favorite coffee joint says, is a necessary accessory these days.

The coffee served here has started to lose its sting maybe I should complain. But the owner might ask me to immediately clear my due account first or leave the premise. Wait, what did we just learn here?

Husain Sodawalla

Am I Corrupt..??

I took the window seat, ready for the journey. And soon, the train started. It was a short visit from Mumbai Central to Vapi. With my college friends, I was going there for an industry visit. With our confirmed reservations, we hoped to travel comfortably in the sleeper class.

The next station, Dadar, and people rushed in as if they had forgot that it was not any Local of Mumbai but the sleeper class of an express train.

On the seat of three, six of us were trying to adjust. One of my friends confirmed them that we had our reservations. Surprisingly, they already knew that. And I came to know that day about the special service of the Indian Railway of allowing the DAILY PASSENGERS to travel in sleeper class with a pass of second class. When the T.T.E. arrived, we got confirmed about this facility. But remember, you need to be a DAILY PASSENGER to enjoy this service.

Then, started the topic of corruption. One of the people sitting with us, just going through the newspaper, started the discussion. A short conversation over it, and it ended soon.

Our three hour journey somehow ended, just feeling to have travelled in second class after paying for sleeper class.
The whole day, during my visit, when I had to observe the working principles of machines, I was forced to think about their topic of discussion, CORRUPTION.

And the question left unanswered, who is RESPONSIBLE..???

Abhishek Kumar

N.I.F.T. Mumbai

Familiar Strangers(through his eyes)

Rahul’s Diary Entry

This is an excerpt from Rahul Paul’s diary who is a 25 year old business tycoon. He is bored of life. He does not like changes in his daily routine. He was an attention seeker. But, one fateful day, a beautiful girl changed his perspective about life. Instead of seeking her attention, he learnt to pay attention to what she said, what she did.

Two days ago, I had come to Mumbai. My dad shifted his base of business from Delhi to Mumbai. Unquestionably, my mom, my elder brother and I also had to shift to Mumbai. I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of shifting to Mumbai- not after living in Delhi all my life. I had everything I wanted in Delhi- best of friends, teachers and most importantly my guitar classes. I have been going to guitar classes for the last 10 years. I had been giving band performances with my friends in Delhi. But all that was lost now. I was really sad.
I stay at this place called ‘Kharghar.’ It is a place in the midst of greenery. In the monsoons, the greenery looks healthier than ever. I am lucky enough to move into Kharghar during the monsoons.
I am just another 25 year old. I help my dad and my elder brother with the business. We had to work hard to build clientele in Mumbai, since the place was new.
I had gone to CST to meet a client. Before coming to Mumbai, I was told a lot about ‘the Marine Drive’- about its beauty in the morning. From the second I heard about it, I wanted to see it. Since I had a meeting with a client there, I decided that I would go a little early and visit Marine Drive. I took my camera, laptop and of course my guitar with me.
I was at Marine Drive by seven in the morning. I had missed the sunrise but the sight was worth seeing. The meeting was to begin at eight. The sky was clear then. The sun had risen. The orange, red and yellow rays of the sun were seen to be blending in with the unending waters. I was so engrossed in the scenery that I forgot to click photos.
I had a good one hour to myself. I hadn’t had enough of the beautiful beach, so after finishing off with my meeting I left my guitar and laptop at the client’s office and went back to Marine Drive. This time, I witnessed a different scenery altogether. This was also stunning. It was raining heavily. This time I clicked a lot of photos. My camera was water proof.
I took photos of the unrelenting waters, of the golden sand and of the different people around me. As I was doing so, in the traffic of so many cars, cabs and buses honking at each other, one silver colored Audi Q5 caught my eye. The face in its backseat caught my eye rather. I saw the face of eternal beauty through the zoom feature of my camera. I saw the beautiful face with a pair of curious brown eyes and curly hair of the darkest shade of black. She was enjoying herself. Her hair was wet.
The Audi passed by in a fraction of a second. I did not even click photos of her. I didn’t have to. Her face was embossed into my mind. I had fallen head over heels for this girl.
Now, I know why I was sent to Mumbai. Knowing that I will not meet her again, I went to my client’s office to pick my laptop and guitar up. Later, I proceeded towards the CST station to go back home to Kharghar. All this while, I was thinking about her.
As I entered the platform, I saw her sitting on a bench all alone in her beautiful blue jeans skirt and blouse and a matching blue scarf. As she moved her head, her earrings swayed. She was probably sad or bored. As I walked into the platform, invariably, towards her, she looked at me with those beautiful questioning eyes and a slight smile on her face. She made me realize that I could die for her- her smile. I spotted a shop selling foodstuffs and got into it to clear my mind off her.
After five minutes of trying to control myself, I went to sit next to her. As I sat next to her, she was laughing about some inside joke. Her laugh was the most melodious music that I have heard. She looked at me and blushed. Then, she apologized for being loud.
She looked cute when she blushed. She talked to me without taking her eyes off my guitar. So, I guessed that she was interested in music. I played ‘My Immortal’ by ‘Evanescence’ followed by ‘What makes you beautiful’ by ‘One Direction.’ By the time I finished the second song, she had the brightest and the most beautiful smile on her face. I was happy that she was happy.
Later, I asked her the reason for her melodious laughter. After a lot of insistence, she told me about the conversation that she had imagined to have taken place between three rats she saw on the railway tracks. I was engrossed in her expressions rather than on what she was said. From what she said, I understood that she wanted to know more about me. What was better than a lunch to know each other? Giving the excuse of feeling hungry, I took her to lunch to the McDonalds outlet that was right across the street.
It was still raining- something between drizzle and heavy rains. We got a little wet by the time we were inside McDonalds. The crowd was thinning down now. She looked beautiful as she ran her hands through her hair to dry them. Her eyes showed how irritated she was about getting wet. Wow! She looked beautiful in every way.
I told her to settle down at a table while I got the meal. I asked her what she would have. She was shy. So I said that the bill was on me. At this, she frowned at me. Her face looked as innocent as a new born.
I paid her bill. (And that is something I am proud of.) When I took our meals to the table, she took her purse out to pay for her meal. But I refused in my style! She looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled. I could be funny for her all my life. I would be by her side all my life and never let her go. She had kept her scarf aside.
Sadly, it was time for us to go back to the station. Time runs at the speed of light! We went back to the CST station just to see the train eagerly waiting for us. As we saw the train, we ran to our respective compartments without saying ‘good-byes’ to each other. I purposely did this because I knew that I would find her and meet her again. This wasn’t the end and I knew that. As the train gathered speed, I took out her blue scarf from my laptop bag and felt her presence with me.
After meeting her, I felt like I knew her long before we met. We were strangers to each other this morning but, I knew that she was ‘the one’ for me from the moment I saw her in that car.

Mathangi Aiyyar


Familiar Strangers

Tara’s Diary Entry

This is an excerpt from Tara Aiyyar’s diary, who is a 20 year old girl with lot of dreams and expectations from life. One fine day, her life changes for good. She now sees things, from a different point of view altogether.

Not very long ago, I was planning on doing Chartered Accountancy. (A long story!) Some work related to that was supposed to be finished. The head office is located at CST, Mumbai. I had been postponing that business for a long time now. At last, one day, I decided to go there.
In the morning, the sky was clear in Nerul. I was waiting for the train to arrive. For a change, the train was on time. I got into the Ladies Compartment of the local train and was happy to see that there wasn’t much crowd there. I was comfortably sitting in one of window seats. The cool breeze was washing my face off all the drowsiness that I had. By the time the train rustled through the meadows and atop the Arabian Sea between the Vashi Station and the Mankhurd station, the breeze had become cooler than before. That day was chilly as compared to the last few hot summer days.
I reached CST station and pushed my way outside the railway station. From there I took a bus to the designated place. As I entered the office, I saw that the sky was darkening. I prayed that it shouldn’t rain now. (Not today of all the days!) All my work was over in a matter of two hours.
As I stepped out of the office, my fears came true. It wasn’t just drizzling; it was raining cats and dogs. ‘I don’t even have an umbrella,’ I thought. I took out my cell phone to call my mom; the networks were jammed.
I continued to cross the road in the hopes of getting a bus back to CST station. I was completely wet by now. ‘What will I do? I am stuck here now,’ I (literally) cried out loud to no one in particular.
A lady was standing right next to me at the bus stop. She asked, “Where are you going?” “CST station,” I said grimly. “But I don’t think I will get there anytime soon,” I added. Her eyes twinkled as if I had just shown her the way to a hidden treasure. She said, “I called my husband and he is on his way here in his car. He will be dropping me somewhere near the CST station. McDonalds. That is where I am headed to. Do you want to join?” I was more than happy. “Sure,” I said, “Thank you.” I smiled at her and she smiled back.
By the time, her husband arrived I was guessing how old she must be. When I first saw her, I had the impression that she was my age. Her eyes had the curiosity of a teenager. So, I was shocked when she said the word ‘husband.’
Within the next few minutes her husband arrived in a silver colored Audi Q5. I was stunned. Not a word came out of my mouth. The majestic car had me numb. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it without saying anything. I quietly got into the car. The car sailed through the traffic smoothly.
We crossed the Marine Drive. That was the most beautiful, romantic and soothing sight to the human eye. The scene disappeared at the blink of an eye. In a few more seconds, we were standing in front of McDonalds. The lady and I got down.
The station was on the other side of the road. I crossed the road safely. (Considering that I am not very good at crossing roads. My friends can vouch on that for me.)
I had not taken the return ticket. So, I had to stand in the long queue here. There I was told that the trains are running indefinitely late. I got scared. After waiting for as long as 20 minutes, I got my ticket. Just as I reached the platform, the train that goes via Harbor line to Nerul was leaving. The train was leaving and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I hauled myself further into the platform. I searched for a vacant bench (it wasn’t difficult). The platform was completely deserted. Just then I remembered that I had to call my mom. Frantically, I went searching for a phone booth as the network on my cell phone was still jammed. I called mom from a telephone booth just outside the station and told her about my whereabouts. (It was still raining.) I went back to the same bench on the platform.
I was getting really bored. Waiting for the train or any other mode of public transport was a pain in the neck. It was equal to doing some task- a very tedious task. I looked here and there. I spotted a book stall a few yards away from where I was sitting. I thanked God for it. At last, something, with which I can kill time!
I went there and ended up buying a Tinkle digest. It was eons since the last time I read one of those. Especially, I missed the Supandi Tales a lot! As I finished reading Tinkle, I heard an announcement being made. It said that the train to Panvel would arrive in another hour and a half. ‘That’s my train,’ I thought.
I kept the Tinkle Digest inside. I was thinking of what to do. My eyes went out to the empty railway tracks. Two rats had come scurrying out of their holes. A third rat joined in later.
I let out a big sigh. Again, I was left with nothing to do. So, I looked at people’s faces. There were people from all walks of life- the working class, the rich class, the not-so-rich class and the poor class. Out of these, there were some who were minding their own businesses while some others who loved to poke their nose into others’ business.
While I watched all these kinds of people, I saw someone. I thought that it must be a whim of my imagination. (Because the face looked very angelic, serene and perfect.) The angelic silhouette was walking towards me. As the serene figure neared, I could see how the wine colored shirt, the pair of black trousers and the black blazer could make him look so handsome. He looked at me in a weird way. Then, he stopped at a shop.
I turned to look to other side. Then, I remembered the three rats. Just for fun, I imagined their conversation to be:

Rat1: Hey, I heard that it rained cats and dogs.
Rat2: Oh My God! Then we better get into our homes.
Rat 1: No, you idiot! It was just an expression to say it rained heavily.
Rat2: Oh… And how is your life going?
Rat1: Bachelor dude! Happy I could be. What about you?
Rat 2: My life is goin….
A third rat comes scurrying out. I imagine it to be Rat 2’s wife
Mrs. Rat2: Are you getting the food or should I serve you to the kids?
Then all the 3 rats scurried into their respective holes.
I was laughing at my own joke. (To come to think of it, it was lame, wasn’t it?) I had completely forgotten about the angel which was coming towards me.
I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. I turned to my right and saw the ‘angel’ sitting right next to me. I looked down immediately and went red in my cheeks in embarrassment. There was an awkward silence between us. He said in his clear and captivating voice, “I have never heard a girl laugh that way and that too without sharing the ‘private joke.’
“Well…” I stammered with an expression of apology, “I a… am.. s…sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed out that loud.” “No, no,” he said smiling, “I didn’t mean to be rude.” I turned to look at him.
That is when I actually saw him properly. His looks were to die for. Girls would go crazy for him. I was looking at his guitar continuously. He probably noticed that; because later he asked, “So, do you like music?” he asked. He gave me that crooked smile for which I could’ve done anything. “Yes,” I replied. He took out his guitar and started playing ‘My Immortal’ by Evanescence. Apparently, it was his favorite song. (Without a doubt, mine too!) He also played ‘What makes you Beautiful’ by ‘One Direction.’ Towards the end of the second song, I was shamelessly staring at him. He kept his guitar carefully in the case.
“Now you have to do something for me,” he said with a wicked smile on his face. ‘I hope he doesn’t ask me to dance here,’ I thought. “What?” I asked almost in a whisper. “Don’t be scared,” he said, “I just want to know why you were laughing.” “Okay,” I said. Then after thinking I said, “Never mind. It is lame.” “I want to know anyway,” he said.
I had to give up. I told him all about my imagination. While I was telling the story, I realized that he was amused by something that I did or said. While trying to explain the whole situation, I was moving my hands and I had too many expressions on my face. I stopped and asked, “What is it?” “You don’t usually talk much, do you?” he asked. I was surprised by this question. I answered, “Yeah. I usually don’t talk so much. I do not know why I am telling everything to you. And,” I concluded, “I don’t even know your name.”
Subsequently, I turned towards the railway tracks. I was lost in my thoughts. He brought me back to the present. He said, “Aren’t you going to finish the ‘joke’?” I was shocked that he completely ignored whatever I said. He didn’t even tell me his name. (Not that I told him mine!) Anyway, I went ahead to finish the ‘joke.’ As I finished the joke, his lips curved into the handsome, crooked smile, showing his right dimple.
“Now,” he said, “to go to your previous statement about not knowing names. My name is Rahul. What is yours?” “I am Tara,” I said. We shook hands. “Can we please go and have something to eat?” he asked, “I am starving.” We decided to go to McDonalds which was right across the road.
By now, the rains had reduced; though they hadn’t completely stopped and it wasn’t drizzling either. We crossed the road and entered McDonalds. It was cold inside. I was completely wet. I had run my hands through my hair that had made my curly hair look like a bird’s nest. He was also fully wet so his shirt stuck to his body. Hence, the outline of his body could be seen. He had a body that every guy in this world would want to have. His hair was shabby, yet, he looked perfect.
The place was unusually crowded because of the heavy rains and delayed trains. Now, as the rains had reduced the crowd was thinning down gradually. He told me to sit while he kept his luggage with me for safe keeping. As he turned around to go and order, he suddenly remembered something. He asked me, “What will you have?” “Uhm… Nothing,” I said. “Don’t worry,” he said smiling, “the bill’s on me.” “It isn’t about that,” I said frowning a little, “I don’t want anything really.” “Okay,” he said, “so you will have one meal, right?” He went off. I called after him but he wasn’t ready to listen.
He was back with two trays of ‘meals.’ He kept one tray in front of me. I had already taken my purse out to pay. He said, “Don’t bother. Because, I am not taking it.” He winked at me. I put the purse back into my bag and smiled.
We finished our meals and headed back to the station. We reached the station just in time to see the train all ready for departure. We ran towards it.
I pushed myself into the ladies compartment; took a seat. The train honked twice and left for its destination. When the train caught up its speed, I realized that we didn’t exchange proper good-byes. I didn’t have his phone number either. I didn’t know where he lived. I wanted to kill myself for that. I wanted to meet him again and again and again. It was the most memorable day for me. I can, now, tell people that an angel had descended from heaven just for me. I just hope I would meet him again.
Talking to him was like talking to a long lost friend and yet, he was just another stranger. He was like this familiar stranger to me.

-to be continued

Mathangi Aiyyar

Right Here Waiting For You…

Before you start reading this, I just want to tell it is not to blame anyone, any group. It is just what I have gone through.


It has been more than three years when I last saw her. Her body lying in front of me, trying to say, “I love you so much that I am afraid to be separated from you.”

It was the day when she finally decided that the society which she is a part of, will not permit her for such a serious offence and she finally decided to punish herself, rather punish me.

Standing still in a corner, everything had stopped for me. Just unable to understand anything, sure, I didn’t want to continue. Just asking a question to her, why she made this decision alone. I wanted to be with her forever, but…

I still remember the day when I first met her. As usual, hesitated to approach a girl, but this time somehow managed, only because, it was her. Friendship was the only thing I wanted that moment, and surprisingly, I was successful.

Soon, there was nothing she didn’t know about me, and, in return, she had someone she could trust on. Though, only friends, we had our own little cute world. We had to spend all the time together, be it the school, coaching or any other time.

In the next six months, I gathered the courage to speak out the truth. The only thing, I think, she could find in me was the truth, and if it was so, it was sufficient for her acceptance. Well, nothing left to tell. It was the only thing I wanted.

For the next two years, sometimes together, most of the time away from each other (well, studies are another part of life at that stage). Just the thing we had, trust, faith and love (if this is called so. I am no one describe it.).

But, we have a so called society, which we are a part of. But still, it is not ours (at least in my case). She somehow realized that taking the rules of ours society into account, she had committed a huge crime. The fear of being separated dominated my faith, my love and everything. She had more faith on our society than me and she was sure we wouldn’t be able to face it. Finally, she decided to quit.

I have been waiting for her since the last three years with a hope that she might realize that I need her at every stage of my life. Well, she hasn’t returned till now and the only thing I can do is to wait.

Abhishek Kumar

N.I.F.T Mumbai

Just For A Moment

I sway like the wind,

aimless and free

I graze your face,

kissing past gently,

you smile,

getting a taste of my ardent adventures

Just for a moment,

you sway with me,

aimless and free

For just , a moment.



You open your eyes,

and the moment dissolves,

your lips droop down

and you take a deep breath,

then shrug your shoulders

and look forward instead,

there are long roads,

and rocks unturned,

a sea of people,

and voices unheard,

bridges to build

and walls to break

Just for a moment,

I, to you, seem fake.



You loose sight of me,

in the realm of reality,

you are grounded to your place,


if you could defy gravity,

I pray you to close your eyes,

for then, in that moment

I’ll float again

into your arms,

fill up your heart

and sway you along

free and aimless,

Just, for that moment.

The Pessimist’s Loss

He walked in despair
Each step, a melancholic song;
Life in shambles, beyond repair,
He sat reflecting; what went wrong?

The darkness pressed on,
The breeze felt colder
As he sat on the edge of the cliff
Nothing but misery, sitting astride his shoulder

He picked up the stone
From the pile by his side
And threw it far, into the waves
With a rage, he couldn’t hide

The darkest hour wore on
Even as he cursed his luck, writhing in anguish
Each little stone bore the brunt
Of every unfulfilled wish

The first ray broke through the clouds
Cutting through the sea mist
The endless sky, now tinged a deep crimson
Vied for the attention of the eternal pessimist

Drowned in an ocean of maudlin
Too lost in his gloom
Crying in his beer, too blinded by sorrow
To notice Nature in full bloom

He fumbled for more stones
To cast away with disdain,
Hands probing in the erstwhile pile,
Searching impatiently, but all in vain.

The birds seemed to mock
The tides laughed like the thunder.
All grief was replaced by shock
As he looked up and realized  his blunder.

Eos gave her most mischievous smile
He sat there, head in hands and stunned
Looking at the last of the rocks he had fed the ocean with
It was a priceless diamond.

– Amogh Das Guru

BITS Pilani Dubai Campus


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