The Strange Phone Call – #5

I locked myself in my house for about a week and I had still no plans of getting out. I told mom that I m busy in project so that she won’t investigate any further. 

Cell phone rang. It’s Twisha.

“Is your solitude over yet? See you at the college today?! ” 

She asked this to me every morning since a week. 

“Umm yeah, I’m  coming today…! ” 

“Finally” she sighed.

At the college everything was normal. No bad guys, no phone calls and nothing to fear. Twisha was there waiting for me. 

“Hope you’ve now gotten out of the solitude you’ve been in since a week. It’s over Mahek! Don’t think too much now.”

“Yeah, I am completely fine now. Don’t worry. ” I lied. 

“So all well ?” She doubted.

“I’m hungry , can we get to canteen? ” I dragged her to canteen, to save myself from further interogation . 

Not much people were there.There was silence over all, except some groups here and there. A lazy afternoon it seemed to be. 

” Ummm.. so you’ve got any calls recently?” She tried to ask. I nodded ” Nope” and  was back to sipping my tea. Nothing could be much better than a tea to refresh you. With a sip of tea, I was lost in my own world again. Thinking of him, his eyes, his arms. Why was I thinking of him. What’s so important about him. 

Just then someone arrived in the canteen. Twisha looked shocked seeing the person. She almost spilled her tea. I looked over my shoulder. 

“What?! Darn how is he here!?” Twisha yelled.

He was coming straight towards us. He stood before , looking straight into my eyes. I was frightened. I grabbed Twisha.

” Go away! Why are you stalking us. It’s over ! we just came to help, But it seems you don’t want it. So let us be in peace. And yeah you also mind your own business. It was just cz of your.. ”

He held me by my hand. ” I need you to come with me! ” He wasn’t looking away. 

“Is that a threat again?! There are people here. You can not get away with your threatening here.” 

He stood there . His expressions were different. The rage, the fury, the anger was all hidden behind those eyes which seemed still and silent like an ocean but had capacity to destroy like a whirlpool.

He hesitated for a moment. He fumbled for words I guess. His eyes were saying he was sorry for the behaviour he did before but he was hiding it. 

” I just want to talk.” 
“We came to talk that day. What were you doing then?” I told him asking for unknown answers. Why was I even conversing with him after what he said and did. 

“I am stupid right? Believing in your eyes. Now I am smarter you see! Believing what you are showing.Get lost! I am not going anywhere with you!”

I was hurt and making it obvious to him, he looked puzzled. I freed my hand from his grip and started walking away. 

I was wrong to come to college today, I murmured. Just as I was stepping out, he came after me there. 

“Mahek!” He shouted .

I stood still for a moment. The sound of my name sounded different from his mouth. Something happened to me. Scared! I moved away from from him. But he grabbed and pushed me to a wall by the side. He was angry.

“Look! I don’t care what you think of me. I surely don’t give a damn. I just came to warn you. Be careful. You are not safe.”

He was so near. His eyes , an intensity I had never seen. My heart just seemed to have stopped. I could barely keep myself from getting lost in him again. The surrounding seemed to vaguely disappear. I bite my lip , to control the anxiety I was having. The tension in his body changed. He was staring at my lips. 

“Oh common , I am not safe?  Tell me about that! Don’t even try. Good bye!”

Pushing him hard, I went away from there.  I locked up myself inside my room again.

What’s happening? Who is he? Why am I so thinking about him?  Why did he say I wasn’t safe? I was sitting on my bed with a blanket over me. Moonlight was peeping in through the windows. I held my blanket tight to my chest. What am I feeling ? Please turn it off! I don’t want to turn this feeling on again.

Just then something thudded behind the windows. I was alarmed. 

What is that?! .. 

..to be continued

Life and Death

There I am! Finally…! Getting some peaceful hours today! Life sometimes has its own plans for you and you can’t help but be occupied. Today there is this lazy morning I m getting after a long time.. and so as usual I couldn’t help but write. 
Birthday…The day we are born in to this world.. the day when we first open our eyes and look at the world .. our fate is decided that day. The day a life begins.. it’s journey towards the end begins… Anything that has a life is sure to die. A life is born, it survives the atmosphere… It adapts.. it thrives.. it succeeds … It fails… It ages… And finally the destination.. it ends! 

Why is death so feared then? Why we fear to die? Why we fear someone’s death? We all know in back of our mind that it is going to end someday! 
It is the fear of unknown. It’s like thinking that we are being wise without actually being wise. No one knows what death is like. Those who know are not here to describe.  It could be the best thing happening, instead of the biggest evil that we consider it to be.

We only fear loss of life.. loss of what we have and loss of unfulfilled desires and wishes. We fear what we are going to do if the person is lost forever. We fear the absence of life instead of the presence of death. The boundaries which divides life and death are shadowy and vague, we don’t know where what ends and what begins.. We fear death more than pain. In fact , death is the ultimate medicine of all the pains.

 There won’t be any human that wouldn’t be afraid of death. Any living being is afraid of death. The fear is same as a kid fearing going in to the dark. He has heard tales that evil resides in the dark. He is fearing the unknown in the dark. But as soon as he reaches understanding age it vanishes.So is with us, we fear death when we are young. We fear the loss, we fear the unknown. But as soon as we reach nearer the age, we begin to understand that your life was just a part ,a teeny weeny part in this whole universe. You were just playing your part. Noone else could take your place. You would have affected many lives, you would have ended some hopes, rejuvenated some…But, Death was destined. 

So it’s just matter of time that you understand it. Till than this fear can be redirected in to enjoying your life. Unfulfilled desires, wishes, checklists, etc don’t keep them waiting. Never do that! Get your ass moving! Death is not tragic, but what we let die inside of us while alive is tragic. Fulfill your wishes in this one life, affect the hearts of people in this one life time. So that when you do die, you don’t have to get reincarnated again to fullfil them. 🤣😉😆

A day well spent gives a happy sleep, 

A life well spent gives a happy death

The Strange Phone Call – #4

I and Twisha stood there, completely shocked! Did we do the wrong thing helping that girl? Did we just engaged ourselves in some more big unknown strange problem?

He was not moving now. His look was furious still. He locked the door. 

“Why are you doing this to us?” Twisha yelled in anger.

“We just came here to help you and your sister.”
He stood silent. Ignoring us.

“How can he be evil?” I thought. “His eyes are so pure. How can they be so decieving.?” I sighed. I was in denial. 

“I know you are not bad. I can look it in  your eyes.” I said. He looked at me confused and laughed.

“Oh really?! ” He came awkwardly close to me. Held me by my hairs. “You get all that just from my eyes?! Poor thing.” He was looking straight in my eyes with those blue eyes. “Yes!” I said. And there was a devil laugh. ” You know you are stupid right?! ” He tightened the grip on hairs. “Let me show you something then!” He threatened. ” Stop hurting me! ” I yelled with anger at him. “You have no rights and reasons to do that”

“I don’t need them!” He threatened and put a knife on my throat. 

“Stop , leave her! ” Twisha screamed and tried to release me from his clutches. But he was too strong. He pushed Twisha away with one big bang and she was on the floor. 

“Leave me!” I screamed. I fondled behind me for support. I got a vase instead in my hand. Without any delay, I hit him with the Vase on head forceful enough to make him shout in pain. 

His grip over me loosened and I pushed him hard. He stumbled on the floor with pain. 

“Twisha run!” I yelled at her. She was quick. I fumbled to open the lock. I opened it and I and Twisha quickly ran out of the flat. Not looking back once. In seconds we were in the car and on the roads.

We were frightened. From what just happened. We were In a state where we didn’t know what just happened. There was a silence . It was all just like a bad dream. 

Twisha stopped the car. We caught our breath. Looked back to check. If we were followed. We were frightened to the core. 

“What just happened!? What was all that?! I… I don’t know…What now!? ” I broke down in tears. It was the first time probably I was this frightened in the history of my 25 years of existence. Those eyes with anger and that devil laugh were stuck in my head and ears. I closed my ears tightly in vague attempt to stop it. 

“Everything will be OK now.. we are safe! Don’t worry!” Twisha tried to console me inspite of shaking herself. I could feel the fear in her voice . 

We went back to our home. I was just sitting in the porch near my room. Looking at the moon and Gazing at the stars. Repeating everything that happened that day. I was angry at him. I was hurt. I was heart broken. But why?! I just met him, and he had no Shame in proving himself a monster! Then why was I feeling hurt. His eyes. Those blue eyes. Why were they so innocent then. What was hidden behind it?! Or was I really stupid like he said. He was so close. I could feel his breath. But was it wrong to feel. There was a beep on my cell phone. It was Twisha.

You okay?

I texted back.

Yeah , maybe I won’t be able to sleep today.

Don’t worry it will be all forgotten. Don’t say anything to anyone. I can’t let my parents know about it.

Her parents have been very possessive about her. As she is their only child. If they knew about this , they will not let her out of the house
Yeah. I know. I won’t.

I hate him. I had all the anger in me. I was hurt. What’s happening to me. Why can’t I just forget it… Rather him. Tears rolled out. I was feeling a strange kind of loneliness and fear. Like something just left me.

” Anyways enough of that!” I thought and stood up to go in. 

As soon as I stood up, I heard some noice on the road Infront of my home. I could see the road clearly from the porch of my home. There was nothing except those street lights and a tree behind which I couldn’t see anything. I heard something I know. But I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly I saw something moving behind the tree. I tried to look . There was some person standing out there . He tried to look behind from the tree. I couldn’t see him. He was covered completely in black . His face was covered. There was not enough light . I just could see his figure. He was walking back away. I was frightened as hell. I hurriedly went in. 

Was he him, Siddharth ? What was he again doing there.? Was he stalking me now? Am I in danger? 

to be continued

 

Independence : An issue ?

I recently came across on a post by a friend on street harassment. It’s almost an everyday issue nowadays that girls even ladies or old Grandmas are molested and harrased in our country. May it be anywhere. You are seriously one in a billion lucky if you haven’t gone through any of that. 
I just over heard a conversation today. Two ladies , both of them well educated, well known and respectable in their professions, were talking about some girl 22- 23 years of age.  They were talking about how the girl’s parents are doing the right thing by finding a good match for her at this age. And also how after reaching at the age of 25 a girl starts becoming independent and then it creates a problem to adjust and marry. Hearing them talking like this, kept me pondering about it all day long..

Women empowerment! Many people have been talking about that now a days in India. What is empowerment of women?! In what the empowerment lies?!  Now according to me , creating a society where a women has independence to make her decisions on her own for personal benefits or the society is women empowerment. To most of us this holds true. What is the threat to women empowerment?! Only men?! Hearing the above conversation, no.. men and women equally threatens women empowerment. Any thought that hinders the independence and thoughts of women is a threat to women empowerment. 

Street harrasment, Eve teasing, molestation at work place all are a different aspect altogether. I want to talk about the other part. A girl , since she is born, is constantly fighting for her rights here. Her independence is constantly being controlled, sometimes in the name of protection and sometimes in the name of duties. 

We talk about the things that happens outside on the streets , but hey what about our own people we live in between? Hearing the above ladies talk like this, it occured to me that, why is that so? Why is the independence of girl looked upon that way? Shouldnt she have the call to make decisions about herself? Isn’t she capable? She might want to study further, she might even want to take a job and achieve her goals in life, she even might want to marry and settle down. But hey, it’s her call to make. Why would her independence not lead to a good life to her?

What is wrong with people? Why is that so? After reaching an age of 25, why is every girl’s parents having a line of tension on their forehead? Even if they are at peace , the society don’t let them. Why is a girl burden after 25? Why a father is never at peace when his daughter turns 25?  Why can’t a girl be at peace once she reach 25..? Why can’t she persue her dreams of being free? Why cant she settle down once she feels like?

A girl when given wings can fly like a bird. A girl when given right shoes can explore a path that you’ve never imagined. A girl when given the independence can work wonders! So much things are hyped about women empowerment. Women empowerment doesn’t lay in raising a voice against it lays in respecting a lady, her thoughts, and her independence. If she wants to she will be a home maker , and if she aspires to be a corporate worker she will be that, if she wants to settle she will, be it.. let it be her decisions and only hers. Why has she to look and think about society while making her decisions? Why she fears a constant judging?  If she does what she likes, she has to hear that she is given too much Independence. What is too much Independence? It’s either there or not. There is nothing like too much in it. Tell her when she is wrong . But don’t just pull her down because of what society will think.

Women empowerment will be there only when there would be a change in people’s thought and they will stop idealizing the behaviour of women. Independence of speech, expression, work , breathing, living is a basic right every human is born with. And we deny them to a women in name of customs, protections, duties, respect, fear. 

What if she has her own job? Can pay her own bills? Doesn’t need to depend on anyone else for a living? Has her own dreams? That would make her not worthy to marry or adjust? You know what, it simply means she doesn’t need your money to live with you, she will look upon a healthy relationship and not just a dominance and submission. She will be eligible to take care of her own and would also be able to look upon to world and contribute to its progress.
 A simple change in thought is needed. How is independence of a girl an issue?

Free your spirit – New horizon!

New Horizon

There are times when you want to do somethings.. but are bound! I want to travel but my work don’t allow me . Hahaha! I’ve found a new way to fullfill that dream. Cycling early in the morning or just walking through places on my way back home..

So this was the picture I caught once during the sunset at home. My new horizon! Free your spirit and let everything out! Starting this blog was one of mine! What about yours?! 

I just read these lines somewhere.. but they are real gems

It is impossible to not be romantic with the world, where we exist beneath the sun that constantly makes love with the horizon..

Sacred Humanity!

Sacred? What does that mean? Well we all know what that means .. it’s that one thing that connects us directly to the God.  We know all this right?.. no need to define those terms again and again. But do we really know the meaning?

Temples, Churches and Mosques are sacred. A book is sacred to some and a flower to some other. Million people million sacred things. Well to me sacred is something else then this. 

“If you want to see the brave,

Look to those who can return love for hatred

If you want to see the heroic,

Look to those  who can forgive. “

-Bhagwat Geeta

“The man who sees me in everything
and everything within me
will not be lost to me, nor
will I ever be lost to him.

He who is rooted in oneness
realizes that I am
in every being; wherever
he goes, he remains in me.

When he sees all being as equal
in suffering or in joy
because they are like himself,
that man has grown perfect in yoga.”

-Bhagwat Geeta

These were some of the words I recently came across while reading Bhagwad Geeta. You can read other verses from Bhagwat Geeta here . It’s a sacred book for hinduism. But well , apart from these things I really want to tell about what is the most sacred thing in the world.
What is the God’s greatest creation? Yes! We humans! He gave us speech to express, feelings to feel, love to share, and intelligent minds to thrive and survive. So what would be the most sacred thing in the world? From my point of view using all these boons we’ve got in to welfare of others! Is the most sacred thing on earth!
Try giving a flower to someone a morning, a chocolate to any kid (umm I still am a dentist, try to give a balloon instead  nevermind!), try to hug and greet an old lady, lend a hand to some one In need, give a shoulder to someone who is crying, help your maid in the chores or just simply talk to a person. You never know your which act will influence or even make someone’s rough day a bit lighter. 

There is nothing more sacred than showing and practicing humanity. The dearest to the God are his creations. And if we do something to make the creations beautiful, what would be more sacred than that. 

I’ll insist not to loose faith in humanity. Yes! World these days is not fair. People have turned their backs down on humanity. War, terrorism, exploitation, and what not. It’s like there in every headline of every newspaper every day. But just because there are few dirty drops in the ocean, Ocean won’t get dirty. Here we are the ocean. It’s upto us to keep the humanity alive . It’s us who are gifted this beautifully with power of expression and words, also the power of imaginative mind! Can’t we just put that and make atleast one person smile? How beautiful the world is!  Just for once make someone realize that! Smile at them with your brightest one and tell me if they don’t give it back! Sacred is the one that connects you to god! And yes! There is nothing better than this i guess! 

Sacred is the heart of human that still beats humanity….

Relax!

Well well well…! Everyone needs to relax a bit..! The world is moving on with a pace where we are not able to have peace even for a moment.. days go by.. weeks.. months.. years.

From morning to eve… there is always some or the other thing that is going on in your mind. Happiness, sadness, fright , fight, tears and smile. Yeah we do need to find out one thing that relaxes the chaos out of us.

 The only thing I find relaxing to my mind is my morning tea! It refreshes and relaxes my mind and prepares it for the day to come. The aroma it gives! My mind wakes up and charges itself to get through all the day. 

I was travelling an old pilgrimage place in India. I had not slept the night before. It was a rough journey and all I could think of in the morning was this cup of tea. Luckily I got one at a local stall. And I took the picture to memorize the feeling I had taking its first sip. And the journey afterwards was fantastic.

Relax