house with red doors..

"I can see my face clearly in the drizzled glass of my window. I have changed a lot since I left my home. Was it a destiny? I am not sure. People do believe in heaven and hell. I have seen both of them just in 22 years of my life" (Knocking on the door) "Should I again go for it?"

Few years back..
"Mom..I don't want to eat this thing.." I said. She scolded me again and I was forced to eat. "When will dad reach today" I asked again, slipping a big morsel of my diet to stuffy (my dog). "I just called him and he is on the way.." Mom said. I heard the sound of horn and left the dining table to open the door. Mom scolded me again and asked me to have my lunch. She opened the door. "Where's my doll?" Dad asked for me. "Here..eating delicious food (sarcastically)" I said. "Happy B'day bachey" He wished and hugged me. I was very happy. (Door Bell rang again) "It's Bhaiyaa" I shouted and opened the door again. "Happy B'day to you.." He sung and handed me a big gift box. "What's inside it?" I asked with a surprise. "See it yourself" He said. I opened it and it was a beautiful dress.
Dad called everyone and said "Get ready..We all are going out". It was a wonderful day.

Next Day, I hugged my mom and left for my college. I missed my college bus, so I hired a taxi as I was getting very late. One the way, driver stopped the taxi and offered a ride to another man. I asked him not to allow that person in but he said that the stranger was his nephew. I don't know what happened on the way but when I opened my eyes, I was not in college, not at my home, not at hospital. It was a dark smelly room with no windows and a single door.

I was terrified like anything. I screamed, I bang the door, did every possible thing for help but no one heard me. A man came in, threw some food over the table and then locked the door from outside again. It was clear to me that I was kidnapped.

Day passed. I was still afraid. It was a same routine. One day, the same man came in, I shouted to let me go. But he just ignored me and went out. I was confused. I had no idea, why they have kidnapped me. I was thinking my dad will come and will take me away. But, no one came, no one.

One day, another man came in and asked me to leave that place with him. "Am I going home?" I asked. "No, mine" He said and left the room. I denied. The regular man, who used to give me food, came in and tortured me to leave the place with the former man. I had no choice. I left the place and adjusted myself in a taxi with him. The taxi was kept on running for more than 3-4 hours continuously. I collected myself and asked that where we were heading. He kept silent. I asked about the place where I was, he kept his silence again. The taxi stopped. He motioned me to enter into a house with many number of windows, lighting and all the doors, red on color. I had no idea, where I was. A woman came out, handed over two bundles of bills to the man and asked me to go into the house. Man left with his taxi. Now, I knew where I was. I yelled and tried to run away. But I failed again.

I refused to eat and drink. They tortured me day and night. I was so terrified that I could'nt even sleep for several nights. One dark night, a man came into my room. He said I have paid for you and I can do whatever I want. He spoiled me that night. I cried, I screamed, I weeped. No one came for me. "where are you dad?, where are you bhaiya?, where are you mom? why are you not listening to me? why are you not stopping everything happening to me? why?" No one was there to answer my questions.

Nights passed and I was continuously forced to kill my soul. And one day, I understood that all doors are closed besides the red door of this house, from where any man can come in, pay for me and rape me.

With time, I made some friends and felt that, same thing has happened to them also. One day, the eldest women of the house asked me to go for shopping with her. I tried to refuse, but I wanted to go out as I did'nt left the house from past 2-3 years. She had to buy some clothes for her and another girls living in that house, including me. "Do you know any good place here to buy clothes" She asked. "I don't know which city is it?” I said. "Kolkata dear" She said and smiled. I nodded but did'nt smiled. I hate to smile. "I think there is the place where we can buy clothes" She said and held me hand to cross the road. It was a nice showroom. We entered and she got busy in buying the stuff. I was standing outside the shop and was looking at the people in nearby shops.

"How’s it mom? Will it look good on her?” He asked to his mom. The voice seemed to be familiar. It was him. It was my brother. My heart sank. I was about to shout his name but I was chocked. A flashback of what happened to me and I stopped myself to go near. I think he was shopping for his marriage. Then I saw my mother crying. He was consoling her. "Dad always said not to cry" He said. I looked for my dad. But he was not with them. "If your dad and sister were alive today, they would have been very happy to see you getting married" She said. My dad passed away. Tears were flowing like a waterfall.

"I am alive mom..I am alive bhaiya..please take me home..I don't want to spend any more days in hell..I want to live with you..I will not demand anything..I will sacrifice everything for your happiness..I want to attend my brother's wedding..I want to sing..I want to dance..I want to complete my graduation..I want to play with stuffy..I want to get married..I want to hug you dad..I want to stay happy..I want to smile again" I said everything to me and decided not to go near them. I wanted them to stay happy. I did not want to affect their life. They believed, I was dead and I was happy being dead.

today..
(Knocking on the door again) I stood and opened the red door again.

Words from:

Prince Dildar Singh

erprincedildar@gmail.com

tangible illusion..

I am again with her and she is with me,

there is chaos but her eyes, do not let me see..

I am feeling blessed and complete,

life is no more sour, it is sweet..

Day has not the dawn and night has no eve,

if you are away, not next to me..

I feel the luckiest to see your smile,

will make it forever rather I die..

I am holding her hand and my head is still in her lap,

I know, this is my bestest nap..

All of a sudden, I was awake,

it was ten, ohh, I was late..

Aah God, you again made me see the same dream,

my eyes are still looking for her, as I remember the whole scene..

Something in me said, it was not dream, everything was real,

I am again closing my eyes, wish to feel her and go more near..

Words from:

Prince Dildar Singh

erprincedildar@gmail.com

I wanted to say "Sorry"

“So finally, got promotion and it's on my birthday..kids and geetu will be more than happy today..oh god! Thank you so much for everything..what else I want” I thought in my head and rang bell of my home. Geetu opened the door. I hugged her and then my kids. They wished me birthday. I was the happiest man on the earth. We went out and return in night. Before, going to my bed, I checked my mails placed at my desk. There was an old letter with a familiar hand writing addressing “To, My SUN“.

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"To

My SUN

                I wish my sunny a very happy birthday and may god bless you with all the happiness and prosperity. Son, I am sorry that I disturbed you, but I could not resist myself to wish you. I thought of calling you in day but did’nt as I thought, it may spoil your day. This is not at all about the decision you took for us. We are more than happy here. Sometimes we miss you all but then control ourselves. I am good and your dad is also doing fine. You know, he threw a party to all the kids residing here. He was very happy. He said “dear, I see my sunny in all these kids..it might be our bad karma that we are not that much lucky to live with my child..but am really happy that he is happy in his life (with moist eyes)”. I cooked your favorite food “Rajma Chawla” for everyone here

                It’s been three years from the day when we came here. Initially, we missed home but with time we adjusted here. Your dad and I made some new friends here. We chat with them and the day passes. Sometimes, we feel aloof, but then we sit under a mango tree (your favorite) and think about your childhood days. Moments revive us. Dad still writes with that pen, that you gifted him when you joined your first job. He feels proud to see it everyday. He says “I am proud that my son has achieved more than me and will achieve what he truly deserves”. This makes me proud of both of you. I am lucky that I’m married to him and more than luckiest to have you as my son.

                I think, I have taken more than enough time of yours writing many words. But I coud’nt control myself as I felt like talking to you. I hope everyone at home, geetu and my grand children are happy and healthy. We wish you luck and lots of happiness.

Sorry again & loads of love.

Your mom (Mamma)

2 March, 2008"

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The letter shook me from head-to-toe. “How can I forget them?  Why I did this to them?” The questions killed me every moment that night and I could not sleep. I wanted to talk about this with geetu but I could’nt. I decided that I’ll visit them next morning. I spend whole night thinking about next morning. 

Next day, I went to VRIDH ASHRAM which was 150 Kms away from my place, where my parents were residing or should I say, I made them to live there. I entered and saw many old people. Some were exercising, some were gardening, some were teaching and some were sitting on relaxing chair. I saw an old lady standing near a mango tree with some children. Her hair were full grey, spectacles on her eyes wearing blue khaddar saree. I ran, hugged her and started crying just like a child who returns from school after getting punished by teacher. She consoled and asked me, who am I. Yes, she was not her. She was not me mamma. I apologized and asked for my mother, in turn she asked for her name. I said, she is Parvati. She looked at me for a while and cried my name “sunny?”. I said, “Yes aunty ji, I am sunny..where is my mom?”.  She said, she is inside with your dad. “How are they? I am here to take them back. I am sorry for everything”. She smiled and said “say everything to your parents..they love you like anything..and still miss you”. The words made my eyelids more moist. I just wanted to meet them as early as possible.

“Come in..here they are..” She said. I entered and shattered. They were gone. They were gone far far away from me.  There was just a picture of both, hanging on a wall. I managed to go near it but could not managed myslef to even touch that it. “Had they done anything wrong or were they selfish parents? Why you put them in so much agony? You know they both died on the same night when your mother wrote some letter to you? I think it was your birthday..and you got your gift? They died near your picture” She said. I cried and cried like anything. “I have lost everything..I wanted to hug them..I wanted to say sorry.. I wanted to say sorry..” I cried.

Words from:

Prince Dildar Singh

erprincedildar@gmail.com

Nostalgia!

Yesterday, I was sitting on a cliff all alone,

Thinking about, what I lost what I won.

Revived my memories of all my years,

Did’nt know, when my eyes were full of tears.

Somethings made me happy, somethings made me sad,

Scolding of my mother and anger of my dad.

Learnt from my dad, how to walk,

Teachers taught me, how to talk.

Laughed out loud and I smiled again,

how I fought with my sister in every game.

Slapped myself and shook my head,

Buddies made me feel awesome, sometimes half dead.

Life did every possible joke and also gifted me,

Some surprises took my breath and astonished me.

I have no words to show my love for him,

I wish, in every life, I would be same and have same kin.

 

Words from:

Prince Dildar Singh

erprincedildar@gmail.com

I wish..I could..

"I hugged my mom and was lost somewhere outside the world..I wish I could keep my head in her lap..I wish she keeps her hand on my head..I wish I could keep on feeling the warmth of her love..I know, she knows my feelings more than me.."

           It was the time when I joined my college. Everything was brand new and I was as excited as a child. I was feeling the freedom. New friends, new teachers, new classes, everything was so great. "Hey, can i sit here?" Vinash asked. "Of-coarse" I said. "So, how're u feeling? hows college and all?" he asked again. "College is great and it’s like a dream" I said. We chatted until teacher asked us to leave the lecture hall on very first day. But, it was fun too. We went to canteen, where some seniors called us and asked for our introduction (a part of ragging). After that, they wanted us too do some weird things like standing on two chairs and singing National Anthem loudly, kidnapping some senior girl, hijacking college bus and many more. But we enjoyed a lot. Vinash and me became good friends. Finally we managed to have same hostel room too. He couldn't live without his cigarettes and i without my guitar. Days passed and we both shared common passions. But i was not so much addicted to smoking. I did it to accompany my best pal.

It was a mid term test day and I was studying while sitting on stairs near college canteen. I usually called it a 'silent bookfish zone'. I used to sit there during preparation of mid term exams. So, that day, I was studying some in-understood able chapter and from no where a gorgeous girl came and sat at same place. She was an amazing girl and ofcourse, it was difficult to concentrate on my book. The same thing went on happening for couple of days and finally we shared some words. "time kya hua hai?" she asked. "12.30 ho gye hain" I replied. "Oh, am getting late for my sessional" she said and left. Next day, she showed up again. I managed myself and asked her "how was ur sessional yesterday?". She said, it was not so good. Her name was Geetika. We became good friends and then more than friends.  We used to spend our  time at the same place where we met first time.

College life was at the peak. We all bunked classes, watched movies and went to many trips. We were enjoying each and every moment of our lives but one day everything changed. It was forth semester when our results were out. I flunked in two subjects and vinash in all subjects. That day, we didn't met anybody and went straight to our room. It was first time in my life, when I got failed. FAILURE was the only word which was driving my brain crazy. We smoked around 8-10 boxes of cigarettes that day. We were very upset. Geetika kept on calling me but I didn't answer her call. I knew she was worried but I was not in the position to talk to anybody. I had no idea from where, vinash managed a bottle of alcohol. He said, "bas yahi ek cheez hai, jo hamein kuchh time ke liye sab bhula degi". I denied, but my 'uncertain will' made me weak. We drank all night. He was true, the thing was amazing. We were in different world. I was feeling myself so light. Our room was full of smoke clouds and we were full with drinks.

Next morning, when I went to meet geetika, she started asking me lots of questions like, where I was, why wasI not answering her phone etc etc. I didn't said a single word. Finally, I revealed everything. She was not happy for my behavior and asked me to swear not to drink and smoke again. I ignored her and she knew that. She kept on saying that "things haven't gone so bad, everything will be fine". I said, "yes, I know. I'll make them better again". I also talked to my mom and she said the same thing. She had trust in me that I'll surely improvise and will perform good again.

But, the ecstasy continued. I scored good in all examination but I became good player in drinking too. Geetika knew the same and was not happy with that. She told everything to my mom. So, finally I got an ultimatum call from my place. Everyone was upset of my addiction. I was the only one who didn't care. I ignored everyone and continued the journey of fictitious world of addiction.

And one day, she left..yeah geetika left. I was completely broken that day. I could bring her back but i didn't, because I knew, I was not the guy that she deserved. That day, I needed something different, so that, i could forget this world. And as usual my best buddy, Vinash managed some white powder (freaky drug powder). Wo kehte hain na..jab aadmi bura banna chahta hai to sab usse bura banate chale jaate hain.. So, I was on drugs now. I stopped attending classes and even stopped going out of my hostel room. I liked the environment of smoke, drinks and powder.

Geetika knew, what I was doing with myself. She couldn't resist herself and visited me in evening. I was lying on the floor in my room and was not in this world. She put my head in her lap and tried to take me out of the fake world. Her tears, when touched my forehead,  popped me out from my comma. I hugged her and kept on saying.."I don't want any of this this..please take me out of this..dont leave me..". She hugged me and said.."I know..we'll do it together".

From that day, she took care of me and helped me to leave the drugs. I was improvising. My mom and dad took me back to home from the college, so that I could regain what I lost.

As usual, I was fighting with my sister and mom was scolding us. Dad was reading news-paper. I was totally back. "Aaaaah..my stomach" I cried and fainted. I opened my eyes and found myself in hospital. Mom was sitting next to me and was crying continuously. Dad was shouting outside on some doctor. Sister was holding my hand and said "dont worry bhai..u'll be fine..i know..nothing will happen to you". I asked her, what's going on with me. She didn't replied and left the room. Dad came in and said "we'll take him to another best hospital..doctors don't know a thing about this..how can they say this..". I asked "what are they saying..tell me something..". It was the first time when I saw tears in my dad's eyes. He was not able even to look at me and left the room also. I looked at mom and asked "Should I know something?". She kept on crying. I guessed that some thing big had happened but no one told me anything.

Next day, geetika came to hospital to see me. She entered in my room and shouted like anything "maine kaha tha na..chhod do ye sab..thik nahi hai ye..but tum..kya karoge ab? mere baare mein to chhodo..apni family ka to sochte ke tumhare baad unka kya hoga?". The last sentence killed me. My sister went to her and said we didn't tell him anything. Geetika got fainted. Everybody settled her on a sofa in the room. I shouted "what's happening to me? I want to know". My sister said "you want to know? you lost your both kidneys and your lever..you have just a month..khush?". The words made me deaf. A flashback, I smiled and said "I knew..this will happen..It was me who did this". 

"I don't want to go now..I am sorry for everything..I wish I could bring the time back..I wish I should have hear what you said..I wish dad would have beaten me for when I was doing that..I wish I could love geetika more..I still want to fight with my sister..I still want to hug my mom when I feel sad..I still want to make my dad feel proud..I still want to attend my classes..I still want to eat junk food from my canteen..I still want to drive my bike..I still want to hold the strings of my life..I still want to live..". This is what I am thinking..standing next to my mom and dad BUT they are not aware of that. 

From Dad with Love

This post is regarding a Father, who wants to gift something to her daughter on her wedding. I don't know the exact thoughts of a Father, but I managed to jot down some of my feelings on a paper. I am not sure whether I am successful or not, as still there are million things to say.

“I don’t know how to react at the situation, but I am feeling as luckiest person on the earth” this thought clicked my mind when nurse came to me and said “congratulations sir, it’s a baby girl”. I went to the ward, held you in my hands and it was like, am holding a feather. Your eyes were still closed and were looking just like your mom. Your mom wanted to take you in her lap, but you held me so tight, as you wanted to be with me ever. And, I was feeling the same way.

It was your first day at home. Everyone was so excited to see you there, besides some old age people. But I ignored them, because face of yours made me forget every lame thought. I didn't sleep, as I wanted you to sleep sound. And when I thought to have a nap, you made me awake again. Yeah, you cried a lot in your childhood. I didn't cook anything in my whole life, but for you I learnt to prepare baby food. I didn't know how to wash clothes, but I learnt to wash. The most amazing thing, you made me learn was, to be patient, because the most difficult task for me was, when your mom asked me to take you for bathing and you were as fragile as a dream.

One day, I was reading something and suddenly saw you standing on your little feet in front of me. You tried to balance and walk towards me but fell into my arms. I was so happy that day. In few days, you started walking while holding my finger. But, I didn't want my doll to walk, so I always kept you in my arms.

You were not leaving my hand on the first day of school. I managed everything in me, to convince you, that school is very important to become a successful person. I knew, whatever I was saying was not in the scope of your understanding but in the end, you convinced me that you have understood everything. You gave me a hug and went to your classroom. At that instance, I felt like I am at another place and was complete.

One day when I returned from my office, you gave me water and asked “Dad, how was office today? Is everything ok?” I had no idea how you read my mind and even my eyes. But, I controlled myself and said everything is great with me with a hope that I can hide it from you. You guessed everything right, every time.

I was so blessed to see how you care for your mother, brother and me. I always think that you have some magic wand to win heart of any person around you. At one time, you are like a child and at another you are like my mom. You were perfect at home, society and even in your studies. You made me proud many times and even I learnt millions of things from you.

Tomorrow is your wedding and in few hours you’ll go far from me. I am very happy for you but I am also sad somewhere. I don’t have much to give you besides my blessings and wishes. I can’t promise you that I’ll not bring tears in my eyes but I assure you that you will always reside in my heart as my little angel.

From Dad with Love..

love lie etc.

“chalo shona ab so jao..yeah i love you too..haan haan more than anything in the world..green top daal lena..yeah I’ll surely recharge your mobile..okay..will call you in morning..good night” and then some weird kissing sound. This is how a guy hang up his mobile phone after talking to his girl-friend. This love chapter often happens between 2 to 4 am, but for these love birds its always a ‘good night’. There’s nothing special in the above conversation which no one knows. So, I surveyed long  by irritating lots of my friends who have girlfriend/boyfriend (yeah i never had a girl-friend, patti hi nahi koi, so doosro ki help leni padi)  about what is the stuff, which they talk about for hours. After listening to thousands of stories, I was moved (aankhen namm ho gai meri, kahaani jo dikh rahi thi, waisi bilkul bhi nahi thi), and thought to jot down the amalgamation of all the thoughts coming into my head (shaitaani dimaag!).

Story 1:

This is a conversation between a guy and a girl, with the spice of true emotions of the guy, written in brackets. So, feel the emotions and have a sound read.

Girl gives a missed call on the guy’s mobile phone.

Guy- Hey, u gave missed call?

Girl- No..I did’nt..may be my mistake..what you doing?

Guy- nothing..just watching TV.. (jhooti kahi ki..jaan boojhkar missed call kari hai..ab to gaye do ghante mere).

Girl- great..what my baby is watching on TV?

Guy- nothing..I was watching a cookery show with mom (ab tu kaha dekhne degi..mujhe jo pakayegi).

Girl- wow..you know..I also cook..u remember my pasta.. J

Guy- yeah bacha..it was the best pasta I’ve ever eaten (aaj tak medicine le rha hun..baal baal bacha tha main uss din).

Girl- you know..I learnt to cook dhokla also..next time..I’ll cook dhokla for my baby.

Guy- wow..I can’t wait..kal aa jaun? (dhokla?? gaya main..iss baar nahi bachunga..saare experiment mere upar hi karegi kya).

Girl- shut up..you find every means to come over..hey..i want to tell you something..

Guy- yeah sure..go on (shopping? movie? sandals? eye liner? mascara? hair pins? clothes? recharge? Iss baar kaunsi demand rakhegi ye?)

Girl- nothing..leave it..

Guy- arre tell naa.. (kaun hai yaar ye..yaa to kehti na ke kuchh kehna hai..ab mooh khola hai to poora bata..)

Girl- you know mohit..? he commented on my dress today..i was so hurt..

Guy- its ok bacha..i’ll talk to him..he is a great guy..he’ll not repeat the same.. (kapde pahanne ki akal hoti to aaj ye din na dekhna padta..itne colorful kapde pehanti hai ke joker sharma jaye..samjha samjha ke thak gya hun isse..).

Girl- what..u’ll just talk to him..? u dont love me..

Guy- It’s ok bacha..who said I dont love you..I love you the most..just ignore him..(jaan se maar doon usse? Fer jail chala jaun? Waise thik hai..isse peechha to chhutega)

Girl- hmm.. (most horrifying and ambiguous word)

Guy- what happened? (ho gyi nautanki chaalu iski).

Girl– nothing..just want to meet you now..

Guy- 1 baje? (bike mein petrol hai nahi..paise iss waqt kaha se laaun? bol diya bas milna hai..khud nail polish laga rhi hogi ye)

Girl- haan haan haan..

Guy- hey bacha..its not possible now..my bike is with my brother..will surely meet you tomorrow.. (prabhu please bachale).

Girl- OK..will meet tomorrow..and i know what you’ll bring for me.. J

Guy- my bacha knows me very well..chal am going to sleep now.. (chalo gaye 500 rupay..kal thhoosegi ye chocolate ka dabba).

Girl- ok baby..good night..i love you..

Guy- love you too bacha.. (rakhde phone ab..).

Girl- how much you love me?

Guy- more than anything in the world.. (pata tha mujhe..itni jaldi peecha thode na chhodegi..fevicol ki add karni chahiye isse)

Girl- achha..should i wear green top tomorrow?

Guy- haan green top daal lena.. (main hi jhelunga tujhe..or kisi ke bass ki nahi hai..).

Girl- hey..how I’ll tell you before leaving..I have no balance in my mobu.. (mobu means mobile here..it’s girl power to screw words).

Guy- yeah I’ll surely recharge your mobile..okay..will call you in morning..good night. (kal ka din naa aaye bas..upar wala agar hai to 2012 ki jagah 2011 aa jaye..).

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Story 2:

Story includes another guy and girl. But this time, am trying to carve the girl’s true emotions here.

Guy called the girl and girl picks up her phone.

Guy- Hey..how’s my sweetu?

Girl- Am good. You say.. (5 min pehle message pe bataya to tha..chain nahi hai isse)

Guy- I was missing you..

Girl- me too babu.. (ek to yaar ye miss baut karta hai..ye khud miss kio nahi hota..)

Guy- So what were you doing?

Girl- I was about to study..tomorrow is sessional (tune to padhna likhna hai nahi..15 supplies pehle hi hain..or iss baar shart lagalo 4 pakki hain).

Guy- My sweetu is genius..teach me something.

Girl- yeah sure.. (hey prabhu..fer se isse padhana padega..padhane ka fayda to tab ho na jab ye sune..maine kehna kuchh hai isne samajhna kuchh or hai..khud to fail hoga mujhe bhi karayega).

Guy- fine...i’ll call you at 9..now am going to gym..

Girl- no problem.. (shukar hai..bach gai..subah shaam gym karke paagal nahi hota kya..kabhi kabhi to shak hota hai ke ghar mein rehta hai ya gym mein..).

Guy- you know..the time i saw you i fell in love with you..

Girl- really.. I love you too babu (ek to iski filmein band karwao..har baat pe iska koi na koi dialogue ready hota hai..abhi dekhna kuchh or naya bolega)

Guy- oye hoye...jaan leli..

Gir- idiot.. (kaaaash!)

Guy- hey..I ‘m dying to meet you..will come to your place to meet my shona tonight.

Girl- please..no babu..not today..(haan yaha to mere ghar wale tere hi intezar mein baithe hain..tu ayega or wo kahenge..aao beta..khane mein kya loge?)

Guy- why..can’t i just see you?

Girl- not today babu..I promise..we’ll meet tomorrow at ambience. You go to your gym now..u might be getting late.(see me? Ek hi class mein hai duffer..raat mein to chain so sone de)

Guy- Oh..haan..catch ya later..love you!

Girl- yeah sure. Love you too!

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So, these were the two short stories, reflecting the enigma of relationships. Love stories mostly start when someone sees another one and then there’s a phenomenon of some chemical imbalance. In the initial stage, both the members of the process do everything to talk and even spend more and more time with each other. They relaise that, these are the best days of their life. But, suddenly wine and roses are turned into whines and neuroses. Reason behind is, selfishness i.e. when one starts expecting more and more from another and vice versa. Actually, most of the generation do not know what’s the difference between “love” and “attachment” (even I still don’t know what love is). But Attachment is just like a barter system. One always expects something in return of his/her affection. And, if there is some failure in this process, the consequences change the whole picture. Expectations lead to demands, egoism and finally to threats. Relationship then becomes ‘conflictionship’.

Today, a 10^th class guy wants to have a girlfriend, just for the sake of projecting his image to be the coolest among his friends. A teenage girl jumps from one relationship to another just like she changes her clothes in a day, with the excuse that “he is not the right guy for me”. A guy who just broke up, wants to see another girl, because he thinks “he is habitual to live in relationship”.

The point here is, people need to know the LOC between “love” and “infatuation”. But this DJ rocking generation, is busy with remix of the true emotions and delusions. They just want to enjoy every game and experience everything. 


Words from:

Prince Dildar Singh

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