Death’s Call

I’d a dream of killing myself a few days ago. I tried. I tried my level best to do it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 00:59 in the morning. I was heartbroken. I was all alone. I was in a mood to hide somewhere: an unknown place of seemly atmosphere which was completely exposed to nature, unbounded by any certainty in rules. I was astonished to accept my self as dumb enough to live in a busiest corner of the world. I was hoping for a change to happen while counting down my footsteps everyday; a change in me would have given a change in the whole new world, too; I was a part of your world as well. I was familiar regarding my absence in the same world a few days later; maybe an year or 2, after that I would remain as a memory in everybody’s mind; nobody would think of me unless and until they realize that once I existed here. I wasn’t a coward, but I was someone who smiled at others most of the times in a day even though I had forgotten to talk to them. I didn’t want to make them feel neither good nor bad about me. Why should I? Let them think of it.

I was never afraid of death; I believed on death as a constant follower of birth as nobody could escape from both, regardless whatever you’ve acquired thus far in life. I was quite nervous to die so though; would it pain a lot when I die?

I didn’t find anything wrong while preferring the choice of death. Hence I died. Although it’d given me too much of pain while the life-factor left from my physical body. I liked it once I was out from it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, again. It was 1 o’ clock in the morning. I walked in and around my room trying to remember something I’d forgotten- it’s my journal! I tried to take my journal which was kept under the pillow. But my head was resting upon the pillow. I tried to wake my body up so many times. I couldn’t do it as it was so heavy for me to raise up.

My journal! I promised myself earlier before and written down in the journal that I wouldn’t die. But I did. I’d to erase that “not” with “would” and make it “would”. That’s the only thing I wanted to do before I leave.

It started attracting me- my death! I’d been moving away from my journal. I couldn’t write it down anymore. I’m leaving… My time had come; I really wanted to stay here for completing it, or at least to erase that single world. It’s my time.. I didn’t want to… I’m leaving… With a sinuous scar of it.

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The Stranger

That piece of random memories

feeds the stranger who’s a witch,

appears like a sly-peacemaker in me;

I never knew her,

and I’m a hooked slave

living upon her consent.

I abide, I could survive

apart from her, forever;

the melancholy of happiness

stares at the darkness: a real contrast

of my naked thoughts,

or the regrets of a fierce-tale

to be perceivedthat day..

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A big NO to Mechanical Engineering!

“Why so, Mom? Neither dad nor I have a problem with the choice I opted, you know?  If that’s the case, why have you been so tensed regarding it?”

“Look Vidu! I should… After all, I’m your mom. Even I too don’t have any objection regarding your selection of Engineering, as for the higher studies. The solitary matter is you ought to choose any other branch in Engineering rather than Mechanical stream as your favored choice.”

The above conversation declines the argument between a daughter (my cousin) and her mom, as I was sitting next to them, hearing all this in a family gathering during the concluding twelvemonth. Since the topic didn’t pay much attention to me, I kept ‘mum’ in their aggregated court for a while, taking in the most interesting division of an opera based on their own true-tale. Well, the conversation ended up with the success of my aunt’s objections against her lovely daughter who was keenly interested to put her picture in the field of Engineering, I mean, Mechanical Engineering; the fate factor or her mom’s willingness to ensure her daughter not as a Mechanical Engineer paved her pathway to the door of Electronics and Communication Engineering, later.

Though there is modest attraction towards core branches of Engineering now-a-days, if you ask a girl candidate or her parent, the reply will be like, “I don’t want Mechanical Engineering for my kid; she cannot carry a machine”, “Why Mechanical Engineering for a young woman? They’re not supposed to engage upon such kind of jobs unlike we men do”

I’d aver that the sphere of technology is one of the few meritocracies that is founded on logical analysis and intellectual sentiment, so whomsoever is diligent and professional, and always strive for excellence, then it doesn’t matter whether you’re a boy/girl who belongs to Mechanical Engineering or any other trades coming below it.

If I shall build a symbolic coin with a logo on Royal Mechanical’s face at the head, and so the other side of the coin would be none other than an insignia of the Royal Mechanical Boys. I said Boys! When it comes to Mechanical Engineering, many among us, especially we Indians have a mentality that this course stream is under the dominance of boys only. Still, I don’t know the precise cause behind their wrong perspective regarding it though. Hence, the minority of girls (say 60:5 ratio in a class) who favor this track would have been much courageous and have the guts to choose a classroom where they’ve to sit and study together with the other gender for 4 years.

However, the branch of Mechanical Engineering is not simply limited to rough labor. The branch has got a major subdivision like Manufacturing Engineering, Thermal Engineering, Engineering Design, Industrial Engineering etc. Among these, the Manufacturing Engineering deals with the manufacturing of automobiles, passenger vehicles, trains, railroad infrastructure, ships, aeroplanes, heavy machinery etc. It has already been producing very wide opportunities all round the world and thus girls can exercise in the designing, programming and administering manufacturing process. Whereas Industrial Engineering includes the method of dispensing small, medium and large industries efficiently and effectively. This division is more suitable for girls. They can easily excel in the factory administration since it likewise holds to put less physical exertion. Similarly, the other classes of the course also receive the advantages which are worth mentioning for a young woman to carry along her career if she’s a firm will power and determination to acquire what she need in her life, irrespective of caring the imposition of others choice on her.

PS: Personally saying, I feel like I’m running into a chamber of darkness where you can sustain a bunch of acquaintances, but no one among them is a young woman.

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Win Or Lose?

Sometimes, I feel that aliveness

Is a narrative tale,

But a secret, seeing my daily diary

And a victory if I win in the archery

To sustain in my lifespan;

Rather than hiding like a coward

Waiting for a reliable,

Shortcut escaping method.

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In A Marina

As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,

In a peaceful marina, for a role-play

Together with the gigantic ocean,

Cunningly looking at me;

The cluttered waves ponder their feelings

That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.

A subtle confession reckoned my ears,

And afterward, a soul,

I’ve which has an ideal contrast

Of the other phase of my life;

The one I have yet to find extinct.

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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. 

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– Rahul

Complete Their Stories

They can’t hide their choices and decisions for others. Every one among them are like me or you. Yes, they’re also human beings. If we can lead a life in the way we create, sometimes irrespective of caring others, and accomplish whatever we want in life till the day of retirement from this planet so-called earth, then why can’t they do the same too? Perhaps, they’ve disabilities which we don’t have! Unlike us, they can’t either talk or see or hear me or you properly. Most of us would consider them as the unlucky fellows in the society we’re living. We might say they’re useless! But… But is this all because of their ‘fate’ factor that they’re subjected to all these frustrations and desperate conditions in life?

If you’ve a precise answer to those queries I’ve asked above, and then I shall tell you that you’re the right person for whom I’ve been seeking since the age of 15. When I come across this video, “2 cameras, 2 kids and a very different city of dreams”, I thought it would be a usual motivational or money-making business stuff. But by the beginning of the story in the video clip itself has welcomed me into a new thing that I haven’t ever seen before. Like, a new vision of hopes and enlightenment entitled together with a very clever title. I loved the innovative concept behind the running of  Koshish School for the Deaf located in a quiet corner in a city that welcomes million dreams.The little kiddos who have been slowly weaving their day-to-day moments for a bright tomorrow, together with the helping hands of a group of peaceful minded people made my day! In fact, they’re the real and blessed human beings who have been enjoying their life with utmost care and happiness.

The Journey Of Doing Right speaks a lot to you about these people- the ones who were born as the luckiest blooms of our living planet. Keeping the penny we’ve in our pockets does make us rich by prestige and show off’s, but it only lasts till the day when our life ends here. Meanwhile, if we can help people like them at least through a half penny we earn and put a smile on their innocent faces, it’ll definitely lasts forever, uh?

PS: I’ve written this post for the #DoRight contest, conducting by Tata Capital in connection with Indiblogger.

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