Story of the day

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Morning sleep is mostly in consciousness. He knows what is happening around, what his mother would do, what his plans are for day, how will things shape up and so many other things of love and so on.

Today is no different and morning has started with his ritual of expecting sleep to extend for some more time. He knows he cannot push but as usual he tries to push. Fails. After failing to complete the last ritual he moves to another, checking his mobile phone. He knew there would be smiles from her or the kisses, virtual ones.

Today, is little different, a SMS has been warming up his inbox. I must not mention that he is going to open and read the message. Its pretty obvious, isn’t it?

So, he has to go alone for this “important” meeting. Emphasis on important because before today, he has not attended a single meeting outside his office without presence of his boss. Alright, he replies to the SMS, hoping to take full advantage out of this opportunity. If you ask me, I will tell you, he is very nervous guy when he is asked to speak. Few things about him has changed, not completely, but he feels that he can speak and on few countable occasions he has.

He listens to the voice, which comes inside of him, which is saying to wear good formals for this occasion of boosting morale and confidence of himself. Problem with your wardrobe is it cannot decide the best for you and when he is given the chance to chose, he always thinks that this blue shirt will not go well with this trouser and that black trouser will not fit anymore. Sigh ! Dilemma.

He gets over this divine dilemma, to move on another, how to approach, how to feel confident and of course “speak”. She says (the voice from inside) don’t worry, you know what to speak you just have to start speaking. I will, I will. Final words. Bath complete.

Out on the road, inside metro, she talks to him, ask questions that he might be asked. He answers them, very confidently articulating each point, almost nailing questions like the tank crushes the road.

He is there, phew, why do people name two buildings with the same name? Anyways.

“I have come to meet Mr. someone, My name is Yogesh from companyname.” If there was a scoring meter on the head of the lady he would have top scored and “high score” would have been marked. I am sure you have played angry birds. Just a reference. How cool would be that. He has been asked to wait, in a center cabin, which can be visible from any corner of the company.

This is not just the case with this company, but, in any organisation that has employees, start facing the million dollar question “what sort of species is that, and what does he wants?”. No matter whom you will look at but you will eventually find them looking at you. Even from corner of their eyes or bluntly looking into your eyes asking the question.

Today, he was not troubled of questions and as always, whenever, he could see in others eyes, smiled. Anyways he is trying to look confident, he is confident and just to feel that he would remember few lessons of psychology and attempts to apply them on to him. If you ask me, he may have looked funny inside that room, feeling, thinking, sitting confidently and comfortably. Doing same thing over and over, reading his answers to himself, articulating points around his answers, what are his experiences, kind of systems are required and all sort of stuff about the things which at one point did not make sense to him. It is important that today things are easy for him, he knows what needs to be told, what can be done and most importantly he can understand and make sense of things.

I am sure you would have seen a cartoon character once in your life that is surrounded with questions and when someone interrupts him all the questions would fall making a shatter glass sound. This is what happened to him when someone knocked on the door. Answers fell in corner and he came alive. Judgement day has come? But he has has to answer a very different set of question. No, a glass of water will be fine, he said to answer the question and thought tea, coffee and water all are difficult choices.

Water is served, and by making of glass he again speaks to himself this glass would look better if it was served with whiskey on the rocks. But, he gulped the cold water which was very cold and thought I am already low on some confidence lets not spoil the throat now.

Finally midst of all, finally the moment came. After handshaking and formality the CEO of companyname says, we need to reschedule. How heart-breaking, he was just killing all the questions inside. He managed to say, My boss couldn’t come because he not well but I am here and we can talk about the project. A last attempt, but, all he said its fine, we can reschedule for tomorrow.

Day has ended. He is rushing back to office.

Dear love

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Dear Love,

Tonight, I did not hesitate in writing to you. You would wonder why I would hesitate? But, I am amazed at myself that I have sat down writing to you without hesitation, against my decision.  Forgive me if you don’t like my habit of clarifying which eventually leaves more questions than I can answer in my single letter.

There is something indescribable inside my heart that I cannot clearly pronounce. When I try to catch it with the medium of language, meaning gets lost in the space between the words. With each written word I have to travel distance the space to reach another but the feeling which is indescribable is whole in itself that I cannot break it in words.  Also, I am afraid that if I break these feeling into words they would fade away.

Tonight, my heart is content and happy that it has been touched by you. When it feels you, your embrace, it is away from the mind’s questions and harsh realities and feels comfortable.

I don’t know why I wrote the last sentence, I wanted to delete but that did not make any sense to me. May be, I had to attend a call in between and I forgot why I was writing this letter. However, atmosphere around me is not hazy, and is more pleasant than ever. And finger have the rhythm to write what the is truth.

Truth is I just wanted to write “I LOVE YOU” but I also wanted to keep my blog alive. Ignore the above all the lines and just think of all letters in CAPS.

Mails

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In love,
She wrote long mails
Filled with wishes,
Longing and hopes.

She wrote her dreams,
Her desires,
Her promises,
Wraped around life
She waited for so long.

He, the reader
Opened her mails
Read,
Smiled,
Shared her dreams,
Everytime they met
He Kept the desires aflame,

But,
He Never replied her mails.

Rain and roof

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His mood became foul when lightening struck in clouds.

It kept worsening, so his mood. Thunder harassed him, rain ran down his bare head down towards his feet, filling the streets.

I sit inside my room, under a roof, trying to write a poem on beautiful rain. But, now I am wondering, will I write a poem when I will have sky and its miseries like that man?

Would it be still worth writing.

This universe is not made for us

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This universe is not made for us
We must travel to somewhere else,
Where
Stars are much more than
A massive luminous sphere of plasma
(held together by gravity)
Who shine not only due to
thermonuclear fusion of hydrogen
into helium in its core but
To blink of our eyes.
We must travel somewhere else
Where
Moon is not only a satellite
In synchronous rotation with earth
Always showing its one face
Without showing what it hides behind.
We must travel somewhere else,
Where
We are not governed with a system
Made by God, Gods and self gods
And political gods,
And their illusions of systems
Making things messy, than easy.
We will have to look up
For that place
Because it may be waiting for us.
We have to work together,
And go there ourselves, because
that place will not come to us.

A Story

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This is a story!

It is a story about lot of things, for instance, it is a story about my keyboard who is multi-tasking with a sound and processing the words from my fingers to the monitor. But, that’s not what I want to write in my story. I want to write something else, may be about my monitor or may be I just want to give up here.
I have heard a lot, for imagination to flow always use a new page.
So let me start afresh. From a new line, a new beginning to a new story. I must start new, with a new blog post, very soon.
PS: Attempt to keep the blog alive. Bear with me. Huh I know you don’t care ;)