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The Instigation of a Culmination

Imagine yourself voyaging on a ship for five and a half long years. Sometimes you have the destination decided, and you move towards it, though still not sure you will get to them. And you try reaching it and sometimes you do. But most of the time you just feel like to go along the wave to the place so unknown, so leaded, so magnetizing. When you boarded the ship you didn’t know many people, and those you knew were just that you knew as people. But with the course of time and the sail, you meet people who boarded before you and also after you. You become close to few, closer to still a few and detested to some.

You find people of your likes, your tastes and your thoughts. You find people attracting you with their intelligence, with their cool behaviors, and with their attitudes. Few mesmerize you with their looks. And you know there are still more few people on board in some corner of the ship, you need to see. You have fun, freak out, eat, drink, sleep, roam around, flirt around with people, play, fight, annoy, crack jokes and do thousands of other things with the people on board. You learn many things. You get used to things so much that you can’t imagine yourself sailing without them, or rather you can’t imagine seeing yourself without them. You get so attached to the ship that you pronoun it as your own possession.

And then a day comes, when you are realized that this isn’t the place you belong to. You are confided that you boarded the ship to leave it someday. That day you find out that the place you consider your world, where you dreamt your future is just a dream in reality. A dream you had lived so long, so completely with, so much enjoyed it that you don’t want to wake up to drop the dream in the air. But life isn’t about sleeping, it is about moving ahead. I know, for me this dream had been so treasuring that even after I get away from the ship, I will be never forgetting it throughout my life. A part of me wants to go ahead and have all together a new air in the life but a major part of me still wants to be in this dream, voyaging places all the time.


Walking on the street I asked myself what makes me,
What is the conviction around that reveals the real me?
The vagueness of my random ideas and stimulations
are really real, or just a theater show at the matinee?

With a hollow wish, I have decided to move ahead
and leave the place I had been living in for so long
It’s not just the place, but also the happiness that
I am leaving behind to create new delights along.

Walking on the same street, I whispered myself
It’s not just me who abides but also are others.
This street will also be longing to endure my feet
as I pine for its ups and downs, twists and turns.

When I hide my face in the darkness of this night
to wipe the tears rolling down my swollen eye.
With the lamp of hope lighting in the dimming dusk
I wish to come back to the place I will now deprive.

Kahanii DP ki

DP: in school

The DP that I knew was not very famous in school other than to his few close friends. DP was very shy. He had switched many schools from his kindergarten to his High Schools. DP, in his earliest days of school, had very few friends. One among them was Amit, followed by some Surname (with no offense, a Sindhi Surname, ending in “ani”)

Amit was not from a well-to-do family, unlike DP, but still he used to get hot food when he used to return from school (that too unlike DP). But DP was happy being friends with him, and in fact he had only that one friend in two classes in primary school, and then they moved off. Amit’s father got transferred to some other place, still unknown to DP and to us. And with no Internet facilities at that point of time, they could never keep track of each other.

Then, life had to move on, and he had a new friend. This new guy was Rishab. Rishab was a charm of the class. There were many girls, who later became friends with DP too, having crush on Rishab. There were many things that have made these two chaps so good a friend of each other. Firstly, their houses weren’t too far. Secondly, both were in the same class, in the same section, on the same bench, and had always secured almost the same marks. They often switched first and second positions in primaries. Now when I think of them, my beliefs in friendship grow high. Contrasting to others, they used to help each other get to the first position. Something, that’s very rare to see even in real brothers.

Thirdly, both of Rishab’s parents were working. And may be the most important aspect resulted in their close friendship. As DP was not allowed to program night outs with his friends, he used to enjoy his after-school-afternoons. The time just used to flow smoothly. DP used to come from school, to have food at his home (and sometimes, at Rishab’s place) and leave to Rishab’s place. Both of them first used to do their homework, have tea, or coffee, or sometimes even plain milk and play with Rishab’s cousins, living next doors. Something that ran constantly throughout this time was The Idiot Box, unless otherwise, they played an outdoor game.

DP started enjoying those days. He had got someone he could share his works, his responsibilities, his feelings. Someone only few people get. But may be that wasn’t what everyone accepted.

To be continued…

kahanii DP ki

DP: in his home

DP had been with his parents for all through his life. He had not spent a single day without being with one of his parents. His family however, never pampered him. He used to eat already prepared and preserved food for his lunch when he returned from school. There was not a single instance when he had been give freshly cooked food after having a tiring day in school. He, sometimes, used to get down to one of his friend’s place after school. He seriously used to love it.

DP had been proscribed for many things he wanted to do, many things he enjoyed doing. He was not allowed to effect a night out, even when he was in High Schools. Many knew the reason was that his mom was a bit skeptical, actually a lot skeptical about these night outs. She used to think that in these night outs, kids watch those serials/movies they shouldn’t, read those magazines that she used to call as stance-spoiler. Well, being an active part of such night outs, I think she wasn’t wrong though.

But DP wanted to do it once and actually should have been allowed for at least one night out. He had struggled in many exams just all alone as he wasn’t allowed to be with friends after 2130 hrs. Yet, believe me, he stilled loved his family more than I do.

But so for it, he never complained of it. And, he always showed to others that being loved by parents is not just getting hot food, iPods, cameras and other goodies. In fact, his story truly describes that being loved by parents, or in that any case, by anyone is not giving and taking stuffs, but giving and taking love and care. He just loved his family being together in all phases of life. He admired them arguing, and sometimes having altercations, just in the end to say sorry to each other.

I tried to figure out many times what was that he loved so much about his family. But today, while writing this I realized that their love was not a thing that wanted a reason, that their love wasn’t something they wanted to measure, that their love wasn’t a feeling that needed explicit proofs. I realized that they never wanted a reason to repel from each other.

Kahanii DP ki

P R E F A C E

This is the story of a guy called DP, (DP? What a crappy name!!) Many had actually tried to find out what DP stands for but that’s all in vain. It wasn’t either his initials. But these things are now irrelevant.

DP was a short guy with an average built with weird hairdos. His hairstyles used to change like seasons. I was very much afraid he would go bald someday. About his dressings, I have no words to describe them. Hazel Eyes, Beads around his neck, shiny smile and a stud pierced in the left ear. One thing I am sure of is that if DP is in a crowd of his height, there is no way you can miss him.

He was in his mid twenties. But with that only experience of life, he had so much to give to one who was almost one and a half times his age. He was an extremely intellectual guy, though didn’t look like. An accolade for his friends, including me, a gem for his parents, an asset for his companionship, he was no doubt the person you would ideally like to be.

The short guy seemed happy to everyone, but deep inside him laid a whole lot of world of his discontent, his failures, his hopes, and his thoughts. And that’s the reason I have decided to publish a series on the life of this guy. And yes, to be safer, I have taken the permission from him.

Time to Decide

Well, now that I have been avoiding all decisions in life for after the CAT exam gets over, I need to work on them and make the decisions. Today, while talking on phone, I said, “I have gotta make plans for future”. But now I reconsider my statement and have rephrased it. I don’t need to make plan, but it’s high time that I should take decisions, firm decisions for my life… for our life. (yes, for those vellas who get time to read my blog, and those who still don’t know that I am getting married very soon, now I no longer will use my life as a phrase, as it is no longer just my life. This also explains whom was I talking to on phone, when referred above).

I also make a humble request to all the people who come on this page and take out time to read it. At some point in time, if I have postponed something you said, or we discussed for after the CAT, please let me know. The reason I am asking you to do so is because I have done this innumerous times that even I can’t remember.

I need to take decisions in case I get through the CAT (for which chances are really low) and in case if I don’t. I need to decide from when should I take the leave for the wedding. I need to take decision on the invitees list (don’t wanna miss any person). I have to decide on where I have to shop from. And… blah, blah, blah.

With so many decisions around to be made, I think the most important decision is to decide on what all I have to decide.

Just to begin with the blog again...

We had a Sunday Blast, after a millions of Sundays. It was a fun-filled-evening. We went to Amoeba for bowling. After a Long time, longer than the time I have last posted something on my blog, I saw those ten pins 60 feet away from me, arranged so fantastically. The leader of them was bantering me to hit it with that heavy ball with three holes to accommodate two of my fingers and thumb, saying me that if u hit me on the right place I will make them all come with me to the pit.

But sadly, I could just do it once, the right hit. A quarter of my shots made the ball roll in the gutter. But no regrets, it was fun after ages, just loved to bowl. In between the game another friend of mine who wasn’t so keen to participate in bowl the pins game, whispered, “You know you are the only guy who is so much involved in bowling”. I asked her what she meant. She explained that all others were busy looking at a chinki gal do the bowling. Well after that even I was not so involved in bowling. I mean you can u deviate your eyes from smooth and clean legs extruding out of a black colored short-skirt. Well no more explanations on it.

The evening still had so much in its bag to give, and all it carried was just the fun, and more fun. We left from Amoeba deciding where to have the dinner. And, when it comes to me to decide, I end up to either some junk food outlet, or Italian or Chinese. That evening we settled down on Chinese cuisine, and proceeded for Mainland China.

Well, the food was good, but much better was the company. The waiter asked whether someone wants to eat with chopsticks, and I was sure there was none. Well, I always have people around me to prove me wrong when I am damn sure about things. So, to surprise everyone my friend asked for the chopsticks.

Well, so the food was all set on the table. When it was to eat noodles, my friend ate it not so delicately, but not very clumsily too. But then there were rice too. That time all waiters were eying on one table and that obviously was ours.

The next day I couldn’t stop myself from sending him a link on how to eat food, using chopstick.