Life Happened…

Life Happened…

A man was sitting on a bench in a park. As he closed his reddened eyes, devoid of sleep, he opened them immediately. For, as he closed them, he would see their faces. The people who were his family, the people who wanted to kill each other, just for the sake of some money.

It's Christmas Day!

As I woke up in the morning, I realised it's a day of joy and happiness. A day when miracles happen overnight or anytime of the day. It's been years since God performed a miracle kind of miracle for me, yeah, He did help me along the way, but it wasn't huge. So, I woke up on Christmas morning with high hopes in my heart, as I sipped my coffee, I was full of positive energy and happiness.
I even called an old friend, to whom I had stopped talking ages ago. I did everything in my power to make the day seem holiday like. Well, of course, leaving binge eating aside, I can't afford to do that, so, I did all the positive things I could.
I messaged everyone in my friendlist a 'Merry Christmas', something I hadn't done for years, I put up statuses on my WhatsApp and Facebook account wishing everyone a 'Merry Christmas'. I thought maybe, a miracle was on the way, I finished my workout, had my eggs and left for home.

Now, to be noticed is one thing, till this time, nothing miraculous had happened, I was walking and walking and walking, but then, I was stopped by a boy. He must have been really small, he looked up at me and said,"Shoe polish sir, your shoes look dirty..."

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 18)

A few months later
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Vikram went to Aryan's home, they hadn't met for months. He knocked on the door and waited. Sneha opened the door, she looked glowing and happy,"Hi Vikram, how are you? He's waiting for you inside, come."
"Yeah, you look great by the way, marriage suits you."

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 17)

They searched for many days, but didn't get anywhere with their search, they went to Bijibihada, they went to Punjab, they went even to Chennai to look for her. But they found nothing.
"It's always a cold trail that we follow."said Vikram.
"It's never a cold trail, Vikram."
"Then, what is it?"
Anger burst forth from inside Aryan,"It's f*cking hell, DO YOU KNOW WHAT A COLD TRAIL MEANS? IT MEANS THAT THE PERSON WAS THERE SOME TIME OF THE DAY, BUT WE WERE TOO LATE TO TRACK THE PERSON! SHE WASN'T EVEN HERE YOU, DUMBASS!!!"
"Woah, Woah, WOAH! Hothead, shouting on me won't get your b*tch back."
"She was not a b*tch Vikram, she couldn't run away with him, she ran off to be in peace."
"Yeah and who's to say that she didn't kill him and run off with someone else."
"She did not kill him Vikram!!!SHE DID NOT KILL ANYONE, SHE WAS A SWEETHEART, SHE COULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING, SHE DID NOT RUN OFF WITH HIM, SHE RAN OFF ALONE TO BE IN PEACE…."
He burst into tears. He placed his head on the desk nearby, he kept on crying, his tears wouldn't stop, his wailing wouldn't stop, he was helpless, afraid, confused and angry,
'She did not betray me, she left him that letter to let her be in peace…'
"The letter!"
"What with the stupid letter already?"said Vikram.
"I just remembered something…"
"What now?"
"I caught this letter before!"
"Huh, what when?"
"I don't know when, how or what…I just remembered that…."and he started crying again and stopped speaking.
"That what my friend?"Vikram said politely and kept his hand on his shoulder, while he was crying.
"She told me, something?"
"What?"

Banner or Hulk?

You know, every passing day in my life, I learn something new.  Today, I did something different, I forgot what I learnt earlier and re-learnt an earlier lesson. You are not the one person who is meant to be a non-violent person, all the time. You are not the mature person who can take everything and laugh it off.

I thought that if I ignored everything in life I would be able to live in peace, treat everyone as a human being and I would be fine, I would be the guy who would do everything in his power to not be violent. Even then, I had moments, I struggled with myself to strike down the person who forced me to do otherwise.

Love, a myth now?

Today, something happened, I faced something which is very normal nowadays, but sad, strange and very disappointing. This occurrence should not be accepted in a human being, but nowadays it is so surprisingly common, that it will appall you.

Nowadays, people have lost faith in love, they have misunderstood the meaning of love and will continue to do so.

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 16)

Vikram had said,"…just maybe we might get to know where she is."
'IS'. Jenny was alive?
Ok, granted, that he said maybe, but, still, Jenny might be alive, Vikram was not a person who would give useless information, ever, even in normal scenarios his information had worked perfectly. And in this time of crisis, he would never waste his time, especially, his.
Aryan got his hopes up, then he another train of thought entered his mind, she was not his, he should not let this bother him, he was nobody to her. NOBODY. She had betrayed him, still, he could not help, but feel for her. People had said, love was easy, a famous writer had once said,
'Love is joy, don't convince yourself that suffering is part of it.'

Humans, a fad!

There was a time in my life, when I used to be happy without worries, even when I had to face people, okay, I am not sad per se, I am happy, but I'm not as happy as I want to be, that makes me sad, I have been through a lot, seen a lot of things, maybe even more than so called, gurus have seen, I love to read, I love to write. I love to make friends, I may not have done most of these things myself, but I know.
I KNOW HOW PEOPLE THINK.

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 15)

A few months back
Aryan was about to publish another book, and for celebrating its launch, he wanted to invite Jenny for a treat. He wanted her to be with him, nothing could ever describe that feeling, he wrote down a letter for her that never reached her. Even in these modern times, when doing something romantic he preferred using traditional means to convey his feelings, the modern ways of using e-mail or some social messenger just didn't cut it. The rush of hiding that letter in that person's personal belongings, without their knowledge of that page of paper ever existing was somewhat phenomenal, then that journey of discovering that letter, exclaiming surprise, then feeling joyous from noticing the letter from someone close and the cluster of emotions which would get exuded upon the completion of reading that letter was indescribable.
Aryan was very introvert except for times like these, when he used to let his emotions fly wild. It was very rare among people, but when writing his own personal diary or letters like these, it was very common with him, so he was quiet adept at doing such things. When he wrote down that letter with the best effort to write, showing the best handwriting he had ever penned, he felt so nostalgic that, he, at one point, broke down into tears, she was not his girlfriend back then, she had only been a source of trauma, by keeping him constantly waiting and going out with other guys while she did so, so penning down these feelings was a pain to him. He had loved her as much as anyone could ever love a stranger, some would have said he loved her more than his own parents, but he himself never accepted that, he put this letter in her bag when he met her for some coffee.
Present Day
Aryan was strolling in his study, tense, worried, as to what the hell was going on in his life, in the past few months he had discovered that the love of his life had cheated on him, gotten together with her ex, had planned to run away but went missing instead, he himself somehow was connected to this story but he didn't remember any of it, he had recovered a few fragments of his memory somehow but they created more questions than answers, now she was the prime suspect in the murder of Aamir, her love, her ex, earlier turned present.
Jenny was not a killer.

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 14)

The news was as stunning as the past events that had occurred, it was out of nowhere that news channels on the television were claiming that the dead body of Aamir was found, the prime suspect was Jenny, owing to her close bond with him and some of her things being found at the crime scene. Her being missing also aided in the assumption of the police's conclusion of her being the prime suspect, now the news channels were displaying her pictures with captions beneath stating a prize to be rewarded to the person responsible for finding her.
Aryan closed the television and took a deep breath, all this was too much for him. Apparently, the love of his life had used Aryan, deceived him for the mere purpose of being with Aamir and was now being suspected as the person responsible for his killing. All this was too much to handle at once. It was made more chaotic, as Aryan had not completely recovered his memory. Maybe, just maybe, if he could get back all his memories, he could make some sense out of him and even help the police solve the thing and prove Jenny innocent, at least of Aamir's murder, one thing was for sure, she could not ever, ever, be held responsible for harming that son-of-a-b*tch even slightly, murdering him was another thing entirely. Something was fishy and Aryan decided to get to the bottom of it.
Aryan called up Vikram,"Hi, dude, whatsup?"

My Memoir

This is my memoir, of my time with her,

I loved her, I knew, but her love was a misnomer.

I felt through the enchanted visions of lies,

Asleep in a stupor, trance, stuck in my tries.

All that was cast aside one day, thrown apart,

Like a useless cast, I was torn part by part.

Nothing left in me, nothing human I tread,

Hoping to move on, hoping to leave the life of the dead.

Being Crazy

Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling,

Thinking about life, and its rules so tiring,

Sometimes I just want to let go,

Of civic sense, of etiquettes and just roam to and fro.

Sometimes it's good to be crazy, better to be happy,

Better to sit down and laze, then ruin things, snappy,

Being normal is so boring, nothing can ever be gained,

By being in this rut, in this scheme of things tamed.

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 13)

Aryan took Sneha's phone and called Vikram.
"Vikram, there's some good news and some bad news."
"The bad news is the police is looking for you…"
"Yep and the good news is…"
"Yeah?"
"She might have gone to Bijibihada."
"Kiska kya bigaada?"
"Hmph. It's a place in Kashmir."
"Oh, so what are you going to do now?"
"We're going to look for her there."
"We're going to look for her there,"said Vikram imitating his voice,"Dude, you mad or what?"
"Umm, why?"
"You're not going to Kashmir to a place the name of which you can't even pronounce properly."
"But, I need to find out what happened to her!”
"Do you even have the address of that place?"
"No. But…"

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 12)

He waited for the police to go away. He stood in a corner of the nearby street smoking, awaiting the departure of the policemen. As soon as they left, he went to the door of Sneha's house, rung the doorbell and waited. She opened the door immediately and whispered, "Quickly! Get in!"
He walked straight in and went to the living room, he waited for her there.
Just as she walked in, Aryan lost his cool,"What the f*ck? You called the cops? Are you crazy? Why in the name of God would you call the cops?"
"First of all, you're wanted for questioning by the police regarding Jenny's disappearance, it's all over the news. Second of all, I didn't do it."
"Well then who would?"
"I don't know, who knows about you being here?"
"Well there's only Vikram, but he would never betray my trust."
"It's time to check your friends, Aryan, who is trustworthy and who is not."
Sneha had a serious look on her face.

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 11)

Aryan knew that her closest friend was Jyotika,  but, he couldn't talk to her as he had deleted her number a long time ago, after an episode with Jenny. So, he chose to do the next best thing, talk to her other best friend, Sneha. Now Sneha was also a friend of Aryan's, she sympathised with Aryan, somewhere down the line, he had felt that she liked him, but was proved wrong many times, although he never had an interest in her. He just did that to make sure, she wouldn't be an issue between him and Jenny, so the love thing wasn't an issue. It had merely just been a thought, or a false sense of instinct. All these people were really close friends at one time, there was also one guy, but he wasn't that close to Jenny as Sneha was. The next day, he went over to Sneha's place. The auto rickshaw guy said,"Sir, I've seen you somewhere."
"Maybe, I'm a writer and a model,"said Aryan.
"Oh, maybe…oh…" the guy appeared shocked for a moment, he recovered and said,"Sir, I remember you now, you appeared on news that day, sorry, sir, but I cannot take your money."
"Come on, tell me, how much, I'll look in the metre,"saying that Aryan tried to look into the metre but the guy immediately switched it off.
"Sorry, sir, I cannot take your money, I'm going to tell everyone I met you."
"I'm not that famous."

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 10)

Vikram saw the expression on Aryan's face. He nudged him in the shoulder and said,"Dude, you ok?"
"She…he…I…Vikram….I know what happened here, I saw her here, I did…"
Vikram stopped the car, leaned in, looked at him anxiously and said,"And?"
"She was here waiting for her ex-flame. I came to know about that from Kamal that day, as I told you earlier, right?"
"Right…so?"
"So, I came here that day, confronted her, and had a fight with her, she went off, technically speaking it isn't wrong to meet up with a guy or her ex-flame for that matter…but.."
"It is, but go on.."
"No, it isn't, it isn't normal, but it's not wrong…so the problem was she had lied to me about it, she had told me she was out with her grandmother and she wasn't, so I went upto her and asked her about it, but instead of getting guilty, she got angry, shouted at me, and stormed off, it was a huge argument, she said that I didn't trust her and things like that, you tell me buddy, did I do anything wrong?"

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 9)

Aryan picked up the phone and dialled his number, Vikram's number. As the call was about to be connected, a thousand thoughts crowded his mind, 'Jenny? If she had to run off, where'd she go? If she hasn't called, that means, she wasn't able to call her up, what could be the reason of her not calling her? Is she okay? Is she fine….why am I bothering myself, she cheated on me…' With the last train of thought, his eyes became wet again, he was in pain again, just as he started sobbing, the call got connected,"Yeah, buddy, what's up?"
"Why'd she cheat on me brother?"
"Aryan…"
"See, what Karma has did to her, she cheated on me, now she's missing, Vikram, I lost my virginity to her, I wanted to marry her, I loved her more than my mother, my father, my sister, myself and anything else in this world. When I touched her skin and stripped her of her clothes, it wasn't like all lust, it wasn't like I was about to have sex with her, it just felt as if I we were two halves, combined into one, when I put my hands on her breast, when I entered her, when she uttered those moans of pleasure, it wasn't a mere orgasm, my friend, I experienced heaven. She, she was my baby, my love, she was more beautiful than any actress, sexier than any supermodel and cuter than the cutest baby, I vowed to protect her with my own hands, my hands…" as he said this he looked at his hands,'useless' now according to him.

The Path

Lightning strikes the land, droplets of water start to fall,

This is the path I have chosen, unknown to all.

I started off as a mere animal, now I'm human,

My destiny is far and my resources are none.

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 8)

Aryan was standing there, he had turned pale, as if all the blood had drained from his skin, he felt numb, such was the realisation of the thought that had just come to his mind,'If she hasn't run off, she is not at her home, she's not even told her grandma where she is, then where the f*ck is she?'
Vikram said,"Dude, you're overthinking. She just didn't tell her grandmother that's it. She must be with that asshole Aamir, don't you think about her man, she is not worth your time and your efforts."
"Brother, you listen to me, and you listen to me carefully, she cannot hide running away from her grandmother, I know that for a fact…."
"How can you know that? Maybe she was ashamed of the fact, of running away…"

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 7)

Shocked at reading the last message, Aamir had replied that he loved her too. He started reading the chat above the last message, he scrolled upto the first message and read it till the end. The messages shocked him to his core, she was cheating on him, she had been intimate with him and worse, she had called him up to meet him on the same day she had told Aryan to stay away from her, she had planned to run off with him to Kashmir on the same day. Run off? Why? Aryan was the most open boyfriend any girl could ever have, Jenny had told this to him herself. He had told Jenny that she could leave him whenever she wanted, rather than cheating on him. But, she had cheated on him, had kept him in the dark. She still loved that son of a b*tch. He who had sexually ravaged her like a monster, tore apart her loins with his nails, she had bled profusely there, he had had so rough sex with her, she had felt like a pornstar, he had stolen money from her, called up his ex in front of her after ravaging her and told his ex that he loved her, he who had left her in the middle of the relationship, changed his phone number and did not contact her for years, up until now. She had messaged him herself, she had taken his number from one of her friends, and contacted him, why? She planned to run off with him, Aryan clenched his fists, his throat dried up, he felt his anger about to burst from within and his eyes became moist, he wanted to scream but didn't. He took the phone, kept it on a nearby desk and called her grandmother in a low tone.

Diwali

Sitting on a bench, in a garden, thinking,
Festive season is over, no kidding,
I see a bush, really beautiful, green and lushful,
Looking at the squirrels scurrying about, so playful.

I think of the environment so peaceful,
Nothing can ever be so pretty, so admirable,
Burnt crackers lying around, the serenity,
Oh! what pleasure it is to admire such still beauty.

The soft breeze, so soothing,
The emptiness so moving.
Diwali is over, nothing can move me so much.
Making people move one with their life, a crutch.

Love....everlasting? (Chapter 6)

Vikram was tense too now. Jenny had been missing for the same period of time as Aryan had been in the hospital, it would not be difficult for someone to make a connection and hold him in a cell. He(Aryan) had to get out of here quickly, not only because of his love, but because of himself also, it seemed ironic how destiny had tied their fats together. Vikram just hoped for Aryan's sake now, that he would be able to find her as quickly as possible. Aryan was to be discharged that day, so he was getting ready to leave for Jenny's home, he was not going for a party so he didn't mind anything he wore provided it was sufficiently clean. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, he had been told he could go to the front desk and leave.

The Pursuit Of Happiness

Every day, we see life, we see a different struggle,

All I see is a movement to make each other miserable.

I wake up each morning into the future, all I see is ash,

I see dust, smoke and destruction, a hunger for cash.

Nowadays, even lovers have different criteria,

Checking out a person's negations on social media.

Where are the days where the love would be so bright?

Where a couple would be forever together,  at first sight?

That way a lot of things could be avoided, a lot of wars,

As love is the path to darkness and evil, if not fulfilled it scars,

It breaks trust and kills emotions, makes a person dark inside,

It clouds a person's instincts, makes it hard for them to anything decide.

Love.....everlasting? (Chapter 5)

He picked up the call.
"Hello, Jenny?"
"Who's this?"said a woman's voice he couldn't recognize.
"Who are you? You called me."
"You called on this number too many times...you tell me who are you."
"I'm Aryan."
"Aryan!!! You know where my Jenny is?"
"Who is this speaking?"

The Three Wishes

I feel empty inside, I don’t know if it’s anybody’s fault,
But yeah, I feel like this, like everything happy has been locked in a vault.
Nobody can understand this predicament, as they are too busy,
Their lives challenge them daily; they don’t have time to make my life easy.

Love...everlasting?(Chapter 4)

Aryan woke up to the sound of music playing in his room, he slowly sat up on his bed to locate the source of the music, and he saw Vikram sitting there.
"You son of a b**ch."said Vikram with anger.
"Don't son of a b**ch me, I didn't call you up because you are always busy, I thought it was better to leave you busy."

The Apocalypse

Watching the stars shimmer in the night,

I know I lost my last chance, I wasn't very bright,

Waiting for the end to come, I welcome it,

I tried my best I did, I put in every ounce of my power, every bit.

It wasn't enough, now comes the time,

To bask in the glory of the end, it is not a crime.

Knowing that nothing can be done, still I try,

I fall, again and again, sometimes I even cry.

This I vowed to myself on the first day,

I will never accept defeat, come whatever may.

I may be a loser, but then end won't be the same,

My end shall see me a victor, among the crémé dé la crémé.

Love.....everlasting? (Chapter 3)

Aryan walked to his bed and sipped in, he hadn't bothered to call up any of his friends, they had not been with him when he needed them, they were too busy, so they had just told him to move on and forget her, forget Jenny, selfish sons of b**ches, they didn't know the trauma he had experienced when she was in a relationship with that guy, the pain, it had almost driven him to madness. His imagery, which his schoolteachers had said was his gift became his curse, he had imagined almost every position possible they must have had sex in. He was driven to tears to alcohol, to drugs, to cigarettes, to beating up guys without reason. All this and they had just said forget her, move on, they wouldn't be bothered then, why, oh why bother them now. He let out an exasperated sigh, he couldn't sleep, his mind was filled with the thoughts of Jenny and their time in the theatre, of how he had made his first kiss the most funny thing in the world, he had actually asked her whether he could kiss her or not, now mind it, they were on a couch seat, he was holding her by the waist, her head was on his chest and the other hand was clasped by her other two hands, he was in heaven, but he wanted to kiss her so badly, he didn't know how to, she had refused him earlier before the previous movie to kiss him, on the phone, but, he felt lucky that day, so he quietly brought his lips close to her right ear and whispered,"Baby, can I kiss you?"

The Warrior

The road I have since long strided,

Has always been one-sided,

But slowly now the tables will turn,

And a new me will be born.

I am a warrior, nothing less,

I have fought life and death with finesse,

I know how to face my troubles,

How to go one-on-one on broken pebbles.

Love.....everlasting? (Chapter 2)

He opened his eyes and looked around, he was lying on a hospital bed, his clothes had been changed, he had IV tubes attached to his hand, he saw a nurse come over to him and shout,"Doctor, he's awake."
"Nurse, what happened to me?" 
"Well, you were brought in by a samaritan from the nearby neighbourhood, you had passed out on the stairs, you have beem diagnosed as slightly amnestic." 
"Slightly what?" 
"Amnestic, meaning you might be having a little bit of amnesia, you might not be able to remember things from the past few days." 
"But, I remember, I met Jenny yesterday only!" 
"And what day was that then?" 
"Sunday." 

A New Age

A long way forward in time from now, I think,

There will a new world filled with joy to the brink.

A new age of people who'd rather not waste their  time on ego,

Rather than thinking of why to waste it on loved ones and let them go.

I think of a time where all can finally enjoy the rain,

Smell the falling drops of water, the mud, forgetting their pain.

Where everything is beautiful, love flourishes and thrives,

Where in every street, nook and corner a merry melody jives.

Love.....everlasting? (Chapter 1)

He was running away, as fast as he could, he could not bear the sight he had just seen. Never would he see her face again, ever. Running through the dark streets, he realised something, he had tried more than ever, his level best to forget her, to move on, to be normal and not let her have her way, but somehow, she just got inside his system, and this had led to what happened tonight.