Be A Writer

“….yea!”

“So what do you want me to become in life?”

“I want you to become a writer.”

“Writer?”

“Yes! Why not?”

“C’mon..! Do you think I’m a good writer who could write down on kinda dramatic story plots, anymore?”

“Yeah! Trust me. You’re good at it. But you don’t know how good you’re at it.”

“To my knowledge, a writer is someone who copies ideas from what he’s been observing from the infinite nature, regardless whether it’s true or not, and explain its meanings thoroughly with the help of any words which are entangled to his insights and fantasies to make it readable for others. Do you really think I’m good at it?”

“Yes! I do…”

“I don’t think I’m….. You know, it’s not that easy like you think.”

“Of course, it’s not that easy like you think. But it would easy for you. Don’t question me further. Can you do what I said? I really wish to see you as a writer. Think how would I feel to be known as your love- as a writer’s love.”

“…may I know why are you saying so?”

“I’m saying so because you know how to write about me. Our love. Our memories. Our feelings. Our emotions. Our experiences. Our life. You don’t lack any words to express it; you already know what you’ve to write down. Why’re you thinking too much then?”

“Are you asking me to pen down about us and get it published for attracting others to share our story? Did you actually mean it?”

“Nope! You’ve mistaken. I told that I want to see you as a writer and hence you must be…. Will you?”

“What if I say NO?”

“If you say NO, then it’s your decision. It wouldn’t change anything happening in between both of us. It doesn’t matter whether you become a writer or not. What does matter to me the most is your love on me. You would always remain as the wonderful hubby of mine.”

“You’re my sweetheart. And I know our life would be more happy if I become a writer for you. But I dare to write on anything other than you, My love. It’s just your thoughts in me that keeps me moving forward. It’s your love on me that makes me alive. You’re my Eve and I’m your Adam, who live to love for each other in our world. We have had faced a lot of topsy-turvy situations and overt chaos holding our hands together in life. Our bond of love still preserves a charisma of that same passion to be alive together. Die together. We’ve been like this…”

“…..lost in love for?”

“I don’t know, My love! But we haven’t shared our story to anybody else within this 49 years of succulent life. I want you and you want me always in our story to make it refreshing for our love to cherish till it ends on that final day of happiness, on our bed, crossing our hands together, kissing you, like I always do, staring at my innocent eyes and dream under our polar star’s sight”

“I love you”

“I love you more”

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Lost In Thoughts

Lost In Thoughts Hmm…! Yea.. I don’t know how shall I begin writing this; my mind says, I must pen down this articulate thinking in me now, right now! I always do it whenever I feel so; if not, I would… Ufffff…! Ummm…. It’s hard to breathe even properly.. Heart beats rising up… Overflow of thoughts… Talking to my other side.. Sleepless nights…. Ongoing tension-free studies all because of the University exams coming ahead… Watching The Flintstones, Looney Tunes, Swat Cats; and yes, they’re too good…. Heeding to the tunes (especially Mallu old songs)… Reading short-stories written by Max Adeler, Anton Chekov and all, on mobile via bibilomania… Looking at the gleaming stars in the sky….. Capturing the new rules for another tomorrow… Drinking too much water rather than the regular meals… Spending my time (mostly evenings) being together with the vintage fellas, I’ve: my 1982 model Ambi, and the 1996 model Vespa (under-construction) I bought recently… Hating loneliness and thus acting against their realities, though accepting my happiness.. Wandering in and around an unconditional reality, or behind the normal me. And… It stops there…  Calm down… I ordered you.. Calm down, Mr. Anonymous. Control “myself” from those emotions! Emotions? Eh? Seriously? They’re not emotions. Nope…! That ain’t my emotions. What the heck is going on with me? I’m so… I’m so emotionally..telling about…! Am I? No.. Nothing. Yo! I’m cool… I’m just cool. I have the self-control over me, you see? I can.. I can… I cannot take it. Argggg! Why the atmosphere around me is so apathetic these days? Still… I’m not getting it. Yup, I’m alright! Haha.. I’m fine. Mr. Anonymous is… Holy shit! No… My existence is under the control of that idiot; the one who violated the limits in just a few seconds of time. How dare she had done that competent attack on me? I reckon, I can easily go through it. I’m still breathless.. I never knew.. that I’m not that good. I’m a bad boy; I’m not that mature or sensible either.

– Rahul

The Optimist

They invariably state that I’m an unlucky young man! Whatsoever I do, it commences with a full-ton excitement and goals with the official announcement as a failure. There are times when I stick into something, in front of a huge crowd and facing them like a dumb stick; poor to utter what I’ve in my head. They neither agree or differ with what I’ve to talk, but engages in a state between these two. Blindly saying, I’m a FOOL! Simply then, why should I worry about them? Cause they mean to be a part of my lifetime? Was I someone who belonged to them? I haven’t done anything for myself; they give advices and so I make out it. But why? Why can’t I do the things that I like to serve alone? I’m independently strong and have the potential to do it. I’ve a strong will power inside me to accept who I’m, what I’m…. I know, the society in front of cares me whenever they need me! They’ve their own personal ‘fears’ and wishes to be achieved in life. If I’m a rebel by choice, then why should I….?!

I believe life is an unpredictable encounter between you and experiences. It wedges into your thoughts whenever or however, hardly you need it. When there are possibilities for me to escape from their choices, I never think why can’t I fall up an answer for me- myself? Instead of exacting charge of my decisions, I’m engaged or try to opine in the way they think about me. How should they think if I do like this, or that? Shit! I shouldn’t have done that, they’ll definitely scold me for answering this. If that occurs, they might blow me down. I shall be alone to face those criticisms from their side. I can’t bear it, so far I’m a sacred soul living for others; a pattern made by using their paints and light touches.

I’m really new to these thought provoking subjects! I had been introduced to these facts when I came to explore certain written contexts by others recently. People call them as writers or authors! Authors? The ones who reveal out their life or experiences or weird-dramatic plots through the flow of words to others who go past their time in contemplating it? An old man or women who took up to be weird through his appearance and thoughts from me? Those who wish to or explore or walk all round the cosmos as if like a rootless wanderer, taking for their vibrant thoughts and constantly seeking to switch the different form of happiness and joyousness in them?

Ugggg!! These were a little skeptical view I’d about those groups of people. They exhort us to realize our aspirations through their compositions! Instead of discovering myself, our paths try to change in accordance with the backup of their write-ups, whether it’s a novel or narrative or verse. Briefly saying, I’m not only trying to bind together with what they’ve written in a 100-200 page book, but also straying away from my direct route to retrieve the real me- a hidden identity in me, to describe me from their perspective. Isn’t it irritating to do then? Nope…! Never…. This is where I stood up in front of a society in a real world till the daytime when I hightailed it from their bounds. They call me insane because what I’ve done is against their estimations regarding my identity. My attitude speaks the things they haven’t ever attempted to research! They exist for passing their time in their offices and bring in the money for the day-to-day transactions, so enjoying a safe-recommended life of the society, and then a happy home.

Be an optimist, do believe in miracles and don’t retaliate your desires and choices for others; you’re a unique human-existence in this world of curiosities. Yes, every soul in this universe is unique in one or other way, and then their views also. Let the challenging conditions satisfies with who you’re…. Don’t be a coward, you’re alert, speak it out whatever your mind says. But then, we can endure and realize the actual aim behind our life here. 

Photo Credits: Google Images

– Rahul

‘I’ & ‘She’

Yes! ‘She’ didn’t even think about the way ‘I’ treated here? How dare did ‘she’ behave to ‘me’ like an isolated chameleon? If ‘she’ has a mastery character of this genre, why didn’t ‘I’ find it before this penurious incident has happened on that day? Am I so rude or a fool for not to estimate her in the right sense? It’s all about ‘me’. Indeed, ‘Me’ is a joker in front of ‘her’ right now. Under the glory of ‘her‘ agile beauty, ‘he‘ forgot everything, even his wallet containing 3000$! It might be all because of his willingness to adore and care a rich gal like ‘her’, all these ridiculous incident has happened.

“’I‘ have dated ‘her’ for just ‘one‘ day and ‘she’ is going to become my ‘Bride’ Now!” *LAUGHS* *GIGGLES* *ANGRY*

Probation

 

Obtrusive Hopes
Hey folks,
I know, it’s been after such a long time I’m updating a post in my blog space. It’s still unknown to me that why did I missed you all these days? Well, I was not totally engaged in my studies though. :/ I spent these days especially after reading some Indian author’s like Chetan Bhagath and Preeti Shenoy’s best sellers with the fake identity in front of my parents that their son is seriously studying for the University exams which will begin by this May, 2013. Yes! Studying something in which you are not interested at would simply make offenses for your time as well as freedom. This is a lesson which I learnt when I got admitted to a professional course like Engineering. The effort you may have to put into achieving this degree is a mystic one according to my own personal experiences as an Engineering student. Actually the fact is, “How could a guy like me can sit similar to a DUMBO for more than continuous 7 hours of unwelcoming lecture sessions?” I’m not sure whether our Universe could accord this much tons of Doctors and Engineers in her! Does it mean we are only depending upon Engineers and Doctors for all our needs? If it is the case, how could you watch movies and songs for entertaining yourselves from daily pressures and strains? How could you live without maintaining health, in which food is a main factor? I can’t even think about it at least in my random dreams! “Life is what actually you make it, not others” I do have belief, trust and faith in God! If he is the person who made me, would definitely give me what I wish to do/achieve in life. What I’m waiting for now is my vibrant hopes in life to come true. Well, let’s hope for the best future coming ahead.

 

The other abject news which I have to share with you is about our movie! It’s finished and I’m waiting for the announcement of Fest result which will be available on the 19th of this month. It will be tight competition according to the entries they have received under this category. There are 500+ shot movies competing for the grand amount of 40k to bag in their hands. I’m planning to release it universally through YouTube on this March. Hope you all will enjoy watching it and would give the frank feedbacks about my new venture. For now, this is what’s left with me. Have a great time ahead, WP blooms. God bless. Cheers.\m/ 🙂