Sunset of relationships and redemption

                                                    

This is a story of a boy meets girl. The boy believed that he could never be truly happy until the day he met truly, “the one”. The belief was stemmed from early school days by Bollywood movies and Indi-american pop songs with combined effect of intense lyrics .This is a story of a boy meets girl but you should know upfront this is not a love story.

The school days are best days of germination of feelings and you grow interest towards the opposite gender. Here the hormonal imbalance take place. Likely most days of the year are unremarkable. They began and they end with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. For me that day was, “Wednesday” 12/12/12.

The story began like all other stories. Suddenly love happened and the boy proposed and the talks began. The stories began to unfold. Some stories told during togetherness are not ones that are routinely told to everybody. These stories one had to earn .We both earned them. People forget this important part and take these stories for granted. According to facts, 40% women would consider dumping a boyfriend if her friend didn’t like them. Well in case of boys it comes to 0 because they follow the zero tolerance policy. We have no complain policy.

The story goes next to and you are told that the girl you are dating is no other girl though you find no dissimilarities. We’ll are some just a bit different but they don’t agree to that. I don’t mind saying I am same as other boys .well for them it’s a matter of prestige. There are only to kinds of people in world. There’s women and men. She was a women. Height average, weight average, English slightly above average. For all intents and purposes she was just another girl. Except she wasn’t. I was no special either. I would love better remain average and enjoy than being extraordinary and being alone and surrounded by fakes.

Then comes the part of separation. There are 1000 reasons of separation if you find it and a reason to be separated. Here it was me .There are times when you need changes and we part your ways. I parted mine and took the road which I didn’t wanted too but I understood we didn’t need label of relationship .people do live without this shit in there head. It’s the valentine cards, the movies and the pop songs, they are to blame for all lies and the heartache everything. It’s time when your likes turn from Yo YO Honey Singh to Arijit Singh and Kumar Sanu.

This was my sunset of relationship. This was when hope was dying flame .This was when a man cared so much about a girl then let her walk away. Though he asks about her every day. He knows the inevitable and wonders when that day will come when the sun will sink behind mountain and go to bed alone. We all have been this man sometimes. There is an Urdu poetry to describe the condition

“Maine samjha tha kit tu hai toh darakshaan hai hayaat (I thought that life will shine eternally only if I had you)

Then comes the other side effect of endings, the loneliness and the regret of being left alone. People don’t realise this but loneliness is underrated.in the end, no kindling will restart that flame and you’re left to watch her backside disappear in the dying warmth of the evening sun. It’s all because a boy loves a girl. It’s none fault .just isn’t favorable. Then regrets start to fall and you think back of all the times you had with someone and you just replay it in your head over again and you look for those first sign of troubles where things went off. You began writing then if you’re accustomed to it.trust me, the best way to get over a girl is to turn her into literature. If you think she’s the one, just go back. We just remember the good stuffs, the best days. Next time go back and think of the other part as well. There are  no miracles. There are no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. I know and I am sure of it.

Everybody likes being on their own. Even girls do. You can’t keep stuck to them.relationship are messy and people’s feelings get hurt .who needs it? We are young. We live in one of the best city of country. Might as well have fun while we save the serious stuff for later.

Also, one more fact would help you to realise the importance of being you first. “On internet dating sites, who reported incomes higher than $250,000 received 156% more email than those with $50,000.

We have been postponing living and doing things of their choice, of their interest. Break free. When you make better choices, you’ll see better results. Live life on your terms. Listen to the values that are most true to you.

“EACH NIGHT YOU’LL SEE A LITTLE MORE OF THE LIGHTED SIDE OF THE MOON AND YOU’LL SEE THAT IT’S HIGHER ABOVE THE SUN”.

That’s relationship right now my friends. Thing before you enter it .Let’s save the serious stuff for later.  

Keep an eye to everything ,life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

There’s been always debate over classy vs unclassy. The classy enjoy meals, dinner and breakfast in a restaurant paying VAT, service tax and additional taxes but they argue or doubt over the freshness of a vegetable in a market (by market I never ever mean Reliance fresh). Its freezed packaged decorated vegetables which may suit to their reputation and class but aren’t enough to provide them with required vitamins and minerals and resulting in a poor immunity level. They doubt over the freshness of vegetables but they dare to raise a question over packaged and decorated food items in stores. I don’t know how did consuming Bel juice or original mango juice became unclassy over having slice (which itself says its aerated drink and contains added flavored taste , brands like Frooti, Maaza, Slice and Jumpin' have flavors added to them. The blog is not about classy vs unclassy. It’s over honesty vs hypocrisy. Advertisement vs truth, men vs real men.

Days back, one of my senior mate Ravi Saxena (works in Wabco) needed a haircut .I suggested him Luks and other fancy hair cutting saloons because he earns now and can afford a rs 150 haircut but he refused saying he’s been to same barber  for 13 years and rarely miss him. We reached the hair cutting shop .The barber was busy with some other costumer who looked like a government official and was telling him of the incidents that aren’t known to locals. Next was our turn. The man gave him rs 500 and the barber had no change .He asked us for change. We too had none. The man said he’ll be back with the change amount. He left, meanwhile it was almost half an hour there. I was busy playing tap the frog game on his phone and was trying  to beat the high score set by him but couldn’t do it. Later I came to know the score was set by her teen cousin who is eight years old and I couldn't even beat her .It was now 50 minutes and now the barber began investing how long did it took to have get money changed. He asked your permission to go and have a look around. He went to look over the places I too followed him to a little distance but found none looking like the man. The barber came back empty heated and began cutting Ravi bhaiya’s hair. He said “लगता  है ,आज  40 रुपया  का  घाटा  हो गया। दो  किलो  आटा  का  दाम  लेगया  वो  आदमी(mind it ,cost of wheat is rs 22/kg)I go shopping with mom. You can’t skip mothers. It took me into deep thought how much those 40 rupees meant to him and how dishonest was the man who didn’t even bother to return him the amount. We were around the place for about 3 hours which included bank works also but found no sign of the man. How can one be so cruel and dishonest to these people, in fact why only them why being dishonest to anyone? We take money from people then forget it. Thinking the amount to be in little we forget to give it back but that little amount matter to them very much. We don’t care about the consequences. What is merely rs 40 for us, may mean survival to them.

The class can be modest with their tone in malls, shopping complexes but their reality comes out it real market. Their yelling, over rs 1 or 5 can be easily heard in market. You may also come over real creepy guys out there in market who refuse taking vegetables without being given in plastic because vegetables gets mixed up. How’s that a reason to have a polythene bag. Luckily my mom doesn’t take things in polythene. I am not fully against them but there’s got to be civic sense. Nowadays, there is prime time debate over gau-rakshaks, who are beating up innocent people and letting go those plastic in throats of cows. If they really want to protect them and being meaningful. They should do the duty with sensible attitude and think of management of plastics bags and protecting cows from consuming them.

I am too a part of classy sometimes but luckily I have a mother who sends me back to fakira to give them back rs 50 because they paid her extra and in return  I paid policemen rs 200 because I wasn’t  wearing a helmet. Well that's my fault because she warned me to wear it. You should always listen to women. I don’t know how they can see future or maybe they decide your future upcoming. It’s been weeks back when, me and my friend, UPS (Uday Pratap Singh) and Alok went to our school to have some papers on my scooty (people who know me those 2 years know about my scooty, others may skip this part).While going to school UPS saw a girl, who’s been 100% guarantee unlucky to me and my best friend Harsh since school days. It was all good up to then .we went to school, had our papers. When we came back to parking .we saw my scooty punctured. Everybody knows the nearest reach of puncture shop from DAV, nit. We pushing our scooty, in fact only I was pushing scooty and brought it to a puncture shop .The shopkeeper was about 5 years older than us. He looked after the tyres condition and told us that the bill would be about rs 45.we had that amount. Until UPS bought a water bottle of Rs 15 and bringing our budget to rs 30.After half an hour he told the bill is Rs 60.Each one of us were shocked ,what to do. Finally, I persuaded him to take Rs 30 and told, ‘we are regular visitors and he’ll have the left amount soon.it has been 2 months now until we had visited him. Finally I gave him the amount after the incident happened with me at the barber’s shop. Maybe it meant nothing to me but it would have been a lot sum to him. He was surprised to have money back also I could see having faith in honesty back in his eyes. It was a moment of realization.

If you ever have an encounter with anything of such things, do pay them with our honesty .They may not need your money every time. Give them our trust they may ask for money later. Set examples for coming generations keeping in mind we ourselves are trending generation. Do things for yourselves just to make yourself happy. It isn’t about class or society. We just need to figure one thing what we are, where do we come from and what makes us different from others and what difference we have made around us.

If we didn’t make any. I am afraid our role for nation isn’t considered. I suggest you to take small steps, bigger ones will follow by. There’s okay with things you can’t do it. 

There are many things you can’t but at least do things what you can.

Keep an eye to everything, life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. You could miss the essence of your presence on earth.

Insomniac Lovers

जज्बात  लबो तक न  आ  पाए , इसी  बात  कि कसक रह गयी
शाम कल  भी तन्हा  थी ,आज  कि  शाम  हमे  खुद से  तन्हा कर  गई।

हम  रोये ऐसे कि आँशु  कि एक  बूंद तक न  निकली
दिल  में दर्द  ऐसा  उठा  की  रोने  की  एक  आह  न  निकली।


हम  रोये ऐसे कि आँशु  कि एक  बूंद तक न  निकली
दिल टूटा जब  तो इसके  रोने  की आवाज़  तक न  निकली

हम  वक़्त  से  टकरा  गए  ये  सोच  की  कल  बदल  जायेगा
हमे  क्या  पता था ये  ज़ालिम  हमे  ही  बदल  जायेगा।

किस  बात  का  गम  है की  तुम  न  हो  मेरे  पास
तुम्हारे  रहने  से भी  हमने आँशु  बहुत  बहाये  थे।


किस  बात  का  गम  करे  की  तुम  न  हो  मेरे  पास
भीड़  में भी  हम तन्हा न थे ,आज उसी  भीड़ ने हमे तन्हा कर दिया।

कि ज़ज़्बातों  का  दौर  कुछ यूँ चला कि शायरों ने
अल्फ़ाज़ों  कि हसीं बरसात कर दी
हमारे  ज़ज़्बातों ने ही हमें उस बरसात से  भी  अनछुआ कर दिया।

कई मीरजों ने  जान  गवाये अपने प्यार में विश्वास कर
हम तो आँख  मूँद आग को बढ़ते जा रहे थे।

विवश  किया   गया हमें भरी  महफ़िल में रंग  ज़माने  को
कैसे  कहता  मैं  उन्हें  आज आया मैं उन महफिलों  के  ग़म भुलाने को।

दोस्तों ने  न  मज़हब  देखा  न  इमान  देखा ,
हर सच्चे दिल में एक सच्चा इंसान देखा
यूँ  तो खुदगर्ज़  है वो  लोग  जिन्होंने  इस  पाक रिस्ते  में भी नफा - नुकसान देखा।

लबो  तक न आने पाए  ऐसे ज़ज़्बातों  का क्या
हमने  उम्र  गवा  दी  जज्बातों  को संभाले रखे।

आजकल प्यार के  मायने  बदल दिये  जा  रहे हैं
हीर -राँझा,सोनी -महिवाल  कि  जगह  खोखले  रिश्तों के  कसम  खाये  जा रहे है
प्यार  कि  परिभासा   जा  उनसे पूछे जो  हमे बचपन से अबतक
बिन  किसी  आशा  के  बेइन्तेहा  प्यार  किये जा रहे हैं।

खोखली  दोस्ती  की  गहराई  हमे  बोतलों  ने समझाइ
जब  बोतल  हुऐ  खाली  तो हमे खुद  कि आवाज़ ही गूंजती आई।

किस  बात  का  ऐब  करे हम  खुद  पर
वक़्त ने  हसीं  सितम  कर रखे हैं
कभी  हम वक़्त  से तो कभी  वक़्त  हमसे  उलझे  रहते  हैं।

किस  बात  पर वो  रूठ जाते है ,ये हमें समझ   नही आता
पर  ये उनका  रूठना  भी  हमे  मानने  को  मज़बूर कर जाता है।

क्यों  तुम्हे कह दे की  हमे  तुमसे मुहब्बत  हैं
क्या  हमारी आँखों  कि  चमक तुम्हे  नज़र नही  आती।

यूँ  तो आशिक़  कई  हुवे  मोहब्बत में
खुद को लुटा के दूसरे  को खुशी देने कि ये  आदत  हमे नागवार  लगते है।

THE 24TH CENTURY RELGION

Like the rays of sun
should be our religion
comenth straight falling to us.

no intruder,neither any preacher 
just like light's energy should be everywhere
in a grain of sand, in giant mountains
in animate objects ,in intense contact of love
this energy should be everywhere

shouldn't be a reason to follow a religion
like light it should be everywhere
no rule,no ideals,free from itself to govern
the light is here,let it fall on us

let religion be spiritual away from terrorism
neither of big or small,of riches or poor
be it everywhere not in big idols or small
make it free to all,let the light fall

the sun is here,let the light fall on
let's believe everything is one
our religion be the light
and the ultimate truth be sun                                          #Vishal ranjan